Logan was padding along the hallway on his way back to his room when
he noticed that the TV was on in the rec room. Normally, that
wouldn't have been unusual in the slightest, but it was going on to 3
a.m. and all of the mansion's other residents were in bed, or should
be, anyway.

Sticking his head in the doorway, he noticed three things
immediately: first, the room positively reeked of Jack Daniels,
second, he recognized the bare feet hanging over the end of the couch
(strange as that sounded), and third, it was strange for the Cajun to
be home this time of night, let alone home alone, rather
than "entertaining company" as Charles so euphemistically put it.

Realizing that he wasn't in the mood for drinking alone, he
sauntered in, hoping that Remy wouldn't mind the company. The kid
didn't usually, craved it actually, but Logan knew very well that
sometimes you just needed to be left alone.

Rounding the couch, he snorted at the picture that met him;
Remy was lying with his feet dangling over the arm of the couch, one
arm thrown over his eyes, the other balancing the bottle of Jack
Daniels Logan had smelled earlier on his stomach, wearing a ratty old
pair of jeans and an equally ratty t-shirt proudly declaring "This
shirt was stolen from Bourbon Street Whore House." He couldn't help
laughing, no one could look debauched and unsavory the way Remy could.

"Hey, Gumbo," he said, giving Remy a swat on the leg, trying
to get him to move so he could join him on the couch.

"'Ey, Logan. What're you doin' up dis time of de night?",
Remy replied, without budging.

"Gettin' a beer. I'd offer you one, but it looks like
it's `Bring Your Own' night tonight." Not to be deterred by the
kid's lack of cooperation, Logan lifted both thin ankles in one hand,
sat down on the couch and let the Cajun's feet drop down again. He
knew Remy would just put them back up there anyway, even if it did
mean sitting with his legs across Logan's lap. "What're you doin' in
here? I would have figured you'd be in bed by now," leaving out the
implied "with someone."

"Naw, ain't been sleepin' too good lately," Remy replied,
moving his arm and opening his eyes enough to focus blearily on
Logan. "No point in goin' to bed, really."

In the flickering light of the television, the dark circles
under Remy's eyes looked harsh and way too pronounced. In a way, it
didn't surprise Logan, he knew how nightmares could make it
impossible to get a minute's peaceful sleep and, to judge by the
boy's haggard appearance, the kid had been having a lot of them
lately.

Logan had tried talking to the boy about it before, but Remy
had avoided the question, looking none-too-pleased with the idea of
explaining them to someone, even if that someone could empathize. So
all Logan knew about the situation was that the kid had them almost
every night sometimes and that he'd wake up screaming more nights
than not.

"How long's it been since you actually got a full night's
sleep, kid?" Logan asked, concerned by Remy's condition. He hadn't
seen the kid looking this worn out in months…

"Few days…a week…haven't been keepin' track," Remy replied,
lifting his head enough to take a gulp from the bottle of whiskey.

"Ya look like shit, Rem. No offense."

Remy waved a hand dismissively. "None taken. I agree wit'
you, actually. Lack of sleep don' agree wit' me."

"C'mon, kiddo, why don't ya head on up to bed? Ya look like
death warmed over."

"Won' do me any good. Stormy's out of town, so I'll have to
sleep alone and I'll just have nightmares anyway. Might as well
watch some quality entertainment," he answered, waving the bottle
gracelessly in the direction of the TV where an infomercial for some
sort of space age cookwear was currently playing.

"I don't think so. C'mon, kid, bedtime," Logan said, pulling
the bottle out of Remy's hand in spite of his protests. "Or am I
gonna hafta carry ya up there?"

"Looks dat way, don' it?", Remy answered petulantly, refusing
to budge from his spot on the sofa.

"Fine, be that way, brat." Reaching down and grabbing hold
of one wrist, he hauled the unresisting boy into a sitting position
before unceremoniously throwing him over one shoulder and setting
off, leaving the TV on and his beer on the coffee table.

In spite of the fact that Remy wasn't happy about being
treated like a child, he didn't struggle, instead resigning himself
to spending the night sitting in his room mentally listing the things
he'd rather be doing, like getting a good night's sleep for a change,
to start with.

Reaching the Cajun's room, Logan shouldered open the door and
stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him as quietly as possible.
Depositing Remy at the foot of the bed, he pulled back the blankets
and motioned for the boy to hop in.

Resigned to his fate, Remy climbed in, allowing Logan to tuck
him in. Muttering to himself, he squirmed, trying to find a warm
spot. He was used to sleeping with someone else and loathed having
the bed to himself.

Deciding he didn't really have anything to lose, he squinted
up at Logan and asked softly, "Stay wit' me t'night, Wolvie? Y' know
I hate sleepin' alone…", expecting a quick rejection and hoping that
Logan didn't get angry with him for asking. He just had to ask, just
in case the answer was "yes."

Logan stopped to consider how to answer Remy's question.
Surprisingly, most of him wanted to agree to the kid's proposal. He
wasn't an unkind man, in spite of what most people assumed, and he
was honestly worried about the boy…not to mention the fact that he
could think of plenty of other things they could do in that big,
inviting bed if he accepted the offer. But then there was the part
of him that was worried about how well he'd be able to control
himself in that close of quarters with someone he felt so strongly
about. Then there was the fact that Remy got attached to people so
easily and the last thing Remy needed right then was to get attached
to him the way he had to `Ro…he wasn't the type of person the boy
should be dependent on…

"Never mind, homme, bad idea. I can handle one night by
myself…I'm a big boy." Remy's voice startled Logan out of his
musings and he couldn't help but notice the pain under the
deceptively nonchalant tone.

"Naw, kid, it's alright. I could use some company, too.
Might do us both some good," he said with as much confidence as he
could muster. He knew Remy would feel his indecision if he wasn't
careful and he didn't want to upset the boy any more tonight.

Remy eyed him suspiciously for a moment before giving up and
letting the sunny smile Logan hadn't seen in ages light up his
face. "'Kay. Merci, cher."

"No problem, kid," Logan answered, reaching out and ruffling
Remy's bangs affectionately. It was amazing how easy it was to fall
into the habit of loving the kid. There was just something about him
that Logan was powerless against.

Smiling brightly, Remy threw back the covers and patted the
bed. "Plenty of room t' spare."

Grinning in answer, Logan stripped off his t-shirt and,
kicking off his boots, hopped into bed. Looking up, he noticed Remy
was watching him carefully again. Noticing the Cajun's uneasiness,
Logan opened his arms and softly growled, "C'mere, Cajun."

Remy didn't need to be told twice and happily snuggled into
Logan's arms, sighing contentedly as he settled his head against the
bigger man's brawny chest.

~~~~~~~

"Non, don'!"

Logan was woken by Remy kicking him in the ribs before
scrambling out of bed to huddle in the corner of the room, whimpering
and terrified. Glancing at the clock, Logan noted that it had only
been a couple of hours since the kid had fallen asleep.

Easing out of bed, careful not to make any sudden movements,
he approached the trembling form in the corner. Remy was curled up
in a tight ball, sobbing at the top of his lungs. Logan had never
seen the kid so scared before and it was both frightening and
heartbreaking to see such a change wrought in the boy.

Carefully reaching out and touching the terrified boy on the
shoulder, Logan cursed himself as Remy flinched and tried to back
further into the corner. "Kid…Remy…it's just me, it's alright.
C'mon out of there."

Slowly, recognition began to show in Remy's eyes and his
breathing slowed as he became aware of his surroundings. "C'mere?",
Logan asked, not wanting to touch the boy without permission. The
kid still wasn't entirely with it and Logan didn't want him freaking
out again.

Remy threw himself gratefully into Logan's arms, clinging and
sobbing as Logan rubbed his trembling back. Letting the boy cry
himself out rather than try to shush him, Logan held him until his
sobs had died down to drowsy sniffles before speaking. "Ya okay now,
Rem?"

Nodding uncertainly, Remy sighed and let himself relax into
Logan's strong arms. "Je suis desole, Logan…didn' hurt ya, did I?"

"Naw, I'm alright, kid, but ya got one hell of a kick, ya
know?", he laughed, trying to show that he wasn't angry with the boy.

Remy chuckled softly, relaxing at the wash of affection and
good humor he was picking up from Logan. "Sorry, homme. Stormy just
kicks me out in de cold if I do dat," he said with a laugh.

"It's the middle of summer, Rem, it's not exactly cold around
here," Logan replied with a snort.

"Pfft, y'all are crazy, y' don' know what summer's S'POSED t'
feel like. Damn Northerners, y'all're touched in de head," Remy
laughed, snuggling happily into Logan's embrace, letting the fear and
tension slip away.

"YOU'RE the crazy one, kid. All that heat must've fried that
Cajun brain of yours…" Logan shot back, relaxing himself as he felt
the kid's muscles untense. "C'mon, kid, back to bed."

When Remy didn't move, Logan scooped him up and dropped him
back in bed before climbing in beside him again. Chuckling as Remy
snuggled close again, Logan absentmindedly stroked the boy's bangs
back from his forehead. Seconds later, Logan gasped as Remy snatched
up his hand and pressed a kiss to the palm.

Remy glanced up at Logan's face at the sharp intake of breath
and, seeing the look of intense lust there, moved up and kissed
Logan's gasp-parted lips, moaning softly at the sensation.

Telling his reservations to fuck off, Logan responded
enthusiastically, deepening the kiss and moving to tangle his fingers
in Remy's tousled cinnamon hair. Remy easily matched the pace Logan
had set and moaned eagerly as he moved to press tighter against
Logan's side, gasping as his now aching cock pressed up against
Logan's muscular thigh.

Groaning, head reeling at the feel of Remy's obvious
excitement, Logan pulled the boy on top of him, both of them moaning
loudly as their hard cocks pressed against one another. Fighting for
self-control, Logan ground his hips against the boy's ass, reveling
in the beauty of the boy straddling his hips; long, lean thighs
wrapped around his hips, hands braced on his chest, head thrown back
in abandon…all long lines and wicked beauty.

"God, you're beautiful," Logan breathed, moving to grab the
hem of Remy's shirt and yank it up so that he could get his hands on
all that warm, inviting flesh.

Remy all but purred at the praise. He knew he was beautiful
and was anything but modest about it. Yanking his shirt over his
head, he smiled at the sound of the sharp intake of breath from Logan
as he stripped.

Logan couldn't wait for Remy to get his shirt off and sat up,
settling the boy firmly across his lap, while Remy's head was still
caught in the neck of his shirt. Leaning forward, he latched his
mouth hungrily onto one pert nipple, suckling savagely, lost in the
moment. His efforts were soon rewarded with a frantic moan as Remy
yanked his shirt the rest of the way off and flung it across the room
with a breathless curse.

"Oui, chere, plus…s'il vous plait, plus…"

The boy was literally begging now and it was all Logan could
do to keep himself from throwing the kid down and fucking him
senseless. While he knew the Cajun wouldn't complain (everyone in
the mansion knew about Remy's taste for rough sex; he made that clear
enough by the way he carried on at night), he wanted to take his
time, let Remy know that the attraction was more than purely
physical. The kid deserved better than that, whether he realized it
or not.

"Want something, Rem?", Logan mumbled, pulling his mouth away
from the pebbled nub.

"Oui, cher…s'il vous plait, t'encule moi…fuck me, cher…
please!" Remy was desperate now, frantic with need and unwilling to
wait any longer. Smelling the boy's desperation as much as hearing
it in his voice, Logan grabbed the kid's hips and, growling, flipped
Remy over onto his back.

Before Remy could protest the break in contact, Logan's hot,
hungry mouth was back on him, kissing its way down his chest and
stomach while his hands worked at his jeans, freeing his aching, rock
hard cock. Moaning deliriously, he lifted his hips, letting Logan
strip his jeans off before attacking his own.

Remy whimpered, trying to sit up, stopped by one big hand
planted in the middle of his chest, making it clear who was in
charge. Moaning softly at the control implied in the gesture, he
subsided, lying back and watching with fever-bright eyes as Logan
yanked his jeans off, his huge, hard cock bouncing free.

Pouncing on his prey once again, Logan crushed his mouth to
Remy's, rubbing his cock against the boy's and eliciting a frantic
moan and a desperate rise of the hips from the boy beneath him. God,
but he wanted the boy…now.

"Logan, cher…", Remy said softly, trying to get his lover's
attention. When Logan didn't lift his head from the boy's neck, Remy
tried again, grabbing a handful of Logan's hair and pulling his head
up in spite of the growl it elicited. "Cher…top drawer of de
nightstand…"

Logan grunted and moved to rummage through the nightstand
drawer before seizing on what he was looking for. Squeezing some
lube into the palm of his hand, he coated his aching cock with the
clear gel, groaning softly at the sensation.

Remy watched with feverish eyes and shifted restlessly. He
wanted Logan's cock in his ass NOW, he couldn't wait any longer…he'd
die if Logan didn't…oh God…

Logan groaned, grabbing hold of the boy's slim hips and,
growling, hilted himself inside the boy's tight ass with one hard
thrust. He groaned softly, the edges of his vision going black at
the intense rush of pleasure. Forcing himself to slow down and to
not hurt the boy too severely, he pulled out and thrust in again,
setting up a hard, slow rhythm that soon had Remy begging feverishly,
English forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Logan growled, grabbing hold of the headboard with both hands
and thrusting deeply as Remy clung to him, hips hitching in response
to his thrusts, begging for Logan to take him harder, faster, let him
cum, please…

His mate was getting close; Logan could smell it. The mate
was making pleading noises, the words were lost on Logan, but the
meaning was clear. Speeding up his thrusts and taking his mate more
forcefully, he nuzzled at his mate's neck, growling encouragingly,
before sinking his teeth into the tender skin.

Remy screamed ecstatically, the feel of Logan's sharp teeth
sinking into the tender skin of his neck combining with the savage
burn of Logan's cock in his ass setting him off. Pleading and crying
and begging for more he exploded into orgasm, coming in long, hard
throbbing spurts all over his chest and stomach, eagerly crying out
Logan's name, all else forgotten in the all-encompassing ecstasy of
the moment.

Growling deeply and sinking his teeth more firmly into his
mate's neck, Logan thrust deep and came along with his mate, loving
the feel of his mate's muscles milking his pulsing cock and driving
him harder and harder over the edge. Groaning and growling and
coming so hard it hurt, he held tight to his mate, seeing stars and
thrusting helplessly.

~~~~~~~

Logan smiled and kissed Remy's forehead gently. The boy was
sound asleep, snoring softly in his arms, and had been for several
hours now. Content to watch the boy sleep, Logan ran his fingers
through the tousled auburn hair, enjoying the quiet whimpers of
pleasure Remy made in response.

It looked as though Remy was finally sleeping peacefully with
no sign of any more nightmares. He had passed out almost immediately
after their frenzied lovemaking with a contented smile on his face
and had been blissfully asleep ever since.

"We oughta do this more often, kiddo…", Logan whispered,
smiling to himself as Remy mumbled something incoherent and snuggled
closer to him in his sleep.

END