RATING: NC-17
WARNING: SLASH
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY
AUTHOR: SISTERWINE
SUMMARY: Now that Logan has Remy, can they move on from 1930? Logan takes drastic steps
to ensure that he never raises a hand to Remy again. Is Remy ready for his future at the Mansion,
or will he take off the bracelet and return to Logan's dreams?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sequel to "Only In My Dreams" (also mine).
 

"Easy cher! Dis hurts, y' know." Remy hissed as Logan set him on the bed. He lay on his side, with his head on the pillow.

He let Logan remove his pants and roll him onto his stomach. A folded pillow was added under his hips to help aleviate the pressure and let him be more open to be cleaned. Remy propped his head
up on his hand and let his elbow dig into the mattress.

Logan excused himself to the bathroom and ran a cloth under cool water, before bringing it back
to the bed. Calmly, he spread the kid's cheeks and wiped the blood away. "Hm. Needs alcohol to prevent infection. Stay there."

"Alcohol? Non, monsieur! F'rgive but, de only alcohol in Remy, is de kind he drinks, non?" Remy shifted and turned around, looking at Logan, who was now standing beside the bed. His eyes were wide and moist with tears. He had tried to move up off of the bed but, a sharp pain prevented him and reminded him as to why he was there.

Logan stood there, looking at him. His nice thin body, and in the perfect position for him. He
smiled and continued to walk back to the bathroom. Hearing a groan from the bed, he called back, "I might have ta take you to a doctor if ya aint gonna hold still, boy. Might need stitches. Sides,
yer lucky the blade was on it's side. If it had been flat, in ya, there'd be a problem." Hearing a muffled groan from the bedroom, followed by soft curses in french, he grabbed a glass from
beside the sink and retrieved some ice from the bedroom. Pouring the ice into the glass, and then
the alochol, he dipped a clean piece of the cloth into the glass and let it soak up the cold alochol. With glass and cloth in hands, he walked back to the side of the bed and set the glass down on the bedside table.

"Dis a fine time to get Remy drunk, cher." Remy spoke up as he eyed the glass.

"Just hold still." Logan eased the cloth into the opening and placed a hand at the small of Remy's back to calm him from moving too much.

Remy hissed and looked back at Logan. "No doctor, cher. No insurance in dis country."

Logan thought for a moment, and then pushed a piece of the cloth into the opening before
removing it and examining it. "Hm. You aren't bleedin, for now. You need to stay put for awhile. Yer welcome to stay here, and heal. I'll check it in a week, see how yer healin. If need be, I'll hold ya down for the entire week."

Remy shifted, slightly. "Non. Merci, cher, but Remy make a living on de bed. Can' stay wit' you
less y' be good t' Remy, non? Besides, Remy might wake up and fine m'sieur stan'ing over him, non?" Reaching his hand inbetween Logan's legs and cupping the firm area there, he smiled up at Logan.

"Sorry kid, don't do guys. Specially ones that are......" Logan stopped and moved away from the bed.

"A whore, mon cher? Dat's what Remy is. Dat's how Remy live." Remy smirked.

Logan glared at the boy and grabbed his arm as he turned him over on the bed. "Just because yer pretty and have a nice ass, don't mean you have to spread yer legs in every bed you find. And that Jack guy, aint gonna take care of you."

"How y' know he won'?" Remy spat.

Pushing a finger into the kid's tender opening, he pressed against the cut and the kid hissed in pain. "That's why. What's to stop them from actually killin ya if you go back?"

"Remy can take care o' hisself." Remy snagged the cloth from Logan's hand and charged it.

Logan didn't flinch. He didn't move. "What's the point, kid? They were obviously able to hold ya down and do this to ya." His finger pressed a bit more and he watched as the cloth was uncharged and dropped to the floor as Remy hissed in pain again. He removed his finger and went to wash up. He smirked at breathless curses the kid mumbled to him, rolling back over onto his stomach.

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Remy opened his eyes and lifted his head up off of Logan's shirtless chest. Logan was sleeping, but continued to embrace the younger man beside him. He watched Logan sleep for a moment. Lightly tracing Logan's jawbone with his finger, he smiled as Logan opened his eyes and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Logan cleared his throat and moved a hand to rub Remy's bare back.

Remy looked at him. "Why y' love me, cher?"

Logan didn't move from lying on his back, rubbing the kid's smooth skin. He sighed and guided Remy's head to lie back down on his chest. Moving his hand from Remy's back, he twirled a lock
of the long silky hair between his fingers.  He was silent for a long time, thinking. "There's
somethin in you that soothes me, and infuriates me at the same time. I can't stand to see you hurt but, I know I aint really the person to make you happy as you should be. You should've found a
girl to marry and had children with. But, I could never bring myself to let you go. When I gave you chances, you refused. When I left, I found myself thinkin about you and wonderin if you were ok.
I came back, that day, to check on you without you knowin. I stayed because ya sounded like you were gonna cough yourself into death. Do ya see what I'm sayin?"

"Oui. Merci, cher."

Logan brought his left hand up to Remy's, that was resting on Logan's stomach, and entwined their fingers together. Falling back asleep, Logan kissed Remy's forehead and whispered. "I love you, Rem."

Remy smiled and yawned back into sleep.

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Standing in an alley, kissing her neck and lifting her long dress with a clever hand, Remy drove
the young maid crazy with his kisses. Removing himself from his pants, and pushing her thin undergarments aside, Remy pushed himself up into her. She moaned in his ear as he began to softly thrust in and out of her body.

The girl wrapped her arms around him. Her left leg lifted and curled around his. Her soft brown curls bounced tirelessly on her shoulders. She opened her umbrella and hid them behind it. She
cried out as he thrust a bit harder into her. Clinging tightly to him, she 'oooohed and ahhhhhhed'
in his ear. "Oh, monsieur, oh monsieur! Go faster, monsieur. Ahhhh!" She gave into him completely and bit into his jacket to smother her shrieks of joy as they both came.

Hurriedly, they both fixed their clothing and she slipped him her moneys and thanked him. Going their separate ways, Remy smiled to himself and tucked the payment into his trenchcoat pocket. Turning the corner, out of the alley, a voice called to him.

"Feelin better, kid?" Logan leaned against the wall, behind him. A cigar planted between his teeth as he crossed his arms.

Remy stopped and turned around to see who the voice was. He smiled. "Oui cher. Remy feel tres bien. Y' worry bout Remy, non?"

Logan turned to face him and removed the cigar from his mouth. "Yea, I do. Seems I been worryin for no reason, that girl obviously knew ya were feelin better." Logan pushed off of the wall and came closer to him, keeping his voice low. "How's the ass?"

"Y' wan' Remy t' show y', cher? Remy be more dan happy t' give y' a ride." Remy smiled, seductively.

"That aint what I'm askin." Logan growled.

"Den what, m'sieur? Why y' follow Remy? Y' worry bout him, too much."

Logan pulled back. "Okay, kid. I can see yer all healed after 3 weeks. Take care." Logan turned and walked in the other direction.

Remy watched him walk away with his hands in his pockets, and cigar in his mouth. Remy smiled and looked around. He crossed the street and started walking in the opposite direction as Logan
but, was stopped by one of Jaque's guards. Remy recognized him as the same one who impaled him with the dagger. Turning, he ran and crossed the street, back to Logan's side.

The guard followed him.

He ran past a small cafe, the very same cafe he had met Logan at, and saw the man sitting at a table inside. Remy ducked in and slithered underneath Logan's table. Hidden under the table, he sighed as the window Logan sat by, didn't reach from ceiling to floor. Instead, it stopped at table height.

The guard looked into the cafe from the outside, but didn't see Remy at all.

"Somethin I can do for ya, kid?" Logan spoke calmly as he sipped his coffee and carried on as if
no one was under his table, huddling his legs.

"Non cher. Remy do fine, oui?" Remy's voice was soft and nearly panting.

Logan snorted. "That guy's still outside. I wouldn't stand up, if I were you."

"Zut!" Remy cursed through a whisper.

Logan brought the cup of coffee up to cover his mouth, "He saw ya come in here, Cajun. He aint gonna leave, til he sees ya come out." Taking a sip, he heard Remy sigh and then shift under the table. Logan choked on his mouthful of hot coffee as his pants were unzipped and his manhood
was wettened by a warm mouth. He moaned, silently.

The mouth worked at Logan, driving him to the point of extacy. A tongue ran casually over the
head and lapped at the moisture that beaded up from the slit. Logan felt himself begin to tense, as the mouth didn't stop. The tablecloth had hidden this little display and he breathed a sigh of relief for it. He cleared his throat and pressed his knee to the kid's chest and lightly nudged him away.

Remy huffed.

"You tryin to give yerself away kid?" Logan picked up the paper he was trying to read, and
covered his face as he looked under the table to see Remy peering at him.

"Mmm, tense no good, monsieur. Da's how Remy relax." Remy smiled. He rest his chin on Logan's right knee, as he tucked Logan's manhood back into his trousers, and zipped him up.

Logan growled under his breath. "I aint no john, kid." Logan glanced out the window to look for the guard. "Yer friend left."

"Merci, cher." Remy breathed as he pushed himself up to sit at the bench across from Logan.

Logan chuckled casually. For a kid who could take care or himself and charge things, he was a scared rabbit when it came to a guard of his so-called roommate.

After lunch, they walked out and Remy glanced around them, but didn't let on that he was nervous.

"Take care, kid." Logan said as he headed in the direction of his hotel.

"Where y' goin, cher?" Remy caught up to Logan and asked.

"Hotel. Gotta pack."

"Leavin Paris, monsieur?"

"Yep. Not that I don't enjoy the company but, I got places to be." Logan continued walking, as Remy stopped, in shock.

Remy caught up to him again, and put his arm about Logan's shoulders. "M'sieur, Remy leave tomorrow, f'r home. Perhaps we have dinner tonight, non? Remy got plenty t' dine wit' you."

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Remy rolled over, onto his right side from his back, and looked at the clock. The digital display
read 9:15 AM. He lay there for a minute, before sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Glancing back to Logan's side, he noticed that Logan was up and out of the room. He got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Brushing his teeth in the shower, and yawning after he bent down to spit, he relapced the toothbrush on the edge of the sink. He washed and dried himself before wrapping the towel about him and returning to pick out clothes to wear. He had picked out a dark blue, long-sleeved button up shirt with faded blue jeans and white socks. Slipping on a pair of black briefs, he noticed that Logan had managed to guess his size correctly. Logan had also guessed he was a size 9 and a half in shoes, and they seemed to fit fine. He laced up his new white sneakers, tied and knotted them. Remy walked back into the bathroom to hang his towel up, and comb his damp hair, he sighed at his blurry reflection in the mirror.

As he buttoned his dark blue shirt, and sat on the bed, Logan opened the door quietly and looked in. He was carrying a small glass of Orange Juice and a newspaper. "Mornin. Bout time you got up."
He noticed Remy sitting on the end corner of the bed.

Remy stood up and graciously accepted the glass that was handed to him. "Why di'n y' wake me, cher?"

Logan smiled and watched Remy bring the glass to his lips and sip. "You were sleepin good. Thought I'd let ya sleep a little longer. Feel better?"

Remy swallowed and nodded.

"Ya hungry?"

"Oui."

"Ro saved ya some bacon and scrambled eggs. They're sittin in the microwave. Come on. Finish
yer juice, too."

"Kay...." Remy followed Logan downstairs to the kitchen, stopping every once in a while to sip his juice.

As they walked into the kitchen, Ororo and Rogue were standing at the sink, talking and giggling. Mainly Rogue did the giggling. They both stopped and turned to watch Logan warm up the plate in the microwave, while Remy sat at the small round table, and waited.

"Good morning, Remy. Did you sleep well?" Ororo asked. She smiled as he greeted her and nodded.

Rogue kept her eyes on Remy, not flinching as Logan set the plate down in front of the boy before taking a seat across from him. She watched him eat in silence. Admiring the way the fork slid in
and out of his mouth with every bite, and how the bacon seemed to melt between his teeth. It was
a very seductive display. And she could see why Logan was so enthralled by this young Cajun.
"So, when y'all leavin, Logan?" She asked as she glanced from Remy to Logan, who was reading
the paper.

"Tomorrow mornin." Logan answered, as Remy stopped chewing and waited for the answer as well.

"Oh. Where y'all goin? Honeymoon?" Rogue smirked but let it fade as Logan shot her a sideways glare from the table.

"Rogue, enough." Storm scolded.

Remy blushed, but continued to eat in silence. He didn't look at anyone but his plate.

Logan growled at the girl. He ignored the comment altogether.

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When Remy had finished his breakfast, Logan left him with Storm, while he went to the Danger Room to work out.

Remy nodded and watched him leave. He got up from the table and brought his plate to the sink to wash it. Cleaning the plate thoroughly, he let Storm help him to place his plate and fork into the dishwasher.

Rogue was still standing off to the side of the sink, and letting her eyes roam all over Remy's body. His jeans fit nearly too tight on him, and his shirt had been tucked in so that it showed the subtle curve of his backside. She licked her lips and smirked as she thought to herself about the man
who was willingly helping Ororo with cleaning the kitchen. She excused herself from them and retreated to her room.

"How do you like it here, Remy?" Storm asked, wiping the countertop with a papertowel.

Remy looked up from washing a few more plates and setting them in the dishwasher as he was shown how. "Tis nice, chere. People here, are s' nice t' Remy. Sil vouz plait, chere, what de
Danger Room, anyway?" He said as he put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, and dried his hands.

Ororo stopped and turned to him. She smiled and finished wiping the countertop. Taking his arm, she led him to the elevator and pushed the down button.

Stepping into the small space, Remy examined it and noted the changes from the lifts he was used to.

When the car came to a stop and the doors opened, Ororo stepped out and waited for him to join her. She led him down a long corridor and up a flight of stairs, that led to a room above the Danger Room.

Remy looked through the tall slanted windows, and could see Logan, standing in the centre of the great room, fighting an enemy Remy couldn't identify.

Logan tumbled this way and that, rolling around on the floor with his sparring partner. Finally, he was angry enough to kick his enemy off of him and stand up. He released his claws and ripped the enemy apart. As the enemy twitched and fell to the floor, Logan stopped. He sniffed and turned around to face the window above him.

Remy froze. His eyes grew wide at the display Logan had revealed to him. Moving a hand to his chest, he excused himself from the room and hurried back upstairs to their bedroom.

Logan ended the program and watched Remy flee in terror. Retracting his claws, Logan exited the room and headed for the shower.

Ororo had watched, questioningly, as the events happened before her. Deciding it was best to let Remy alone, she left the control room and stood outside of the Men's changing room to wait for Logan. Though, she wasn't exactly clear on just why Remy fled, she was curious as to what the story was.

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Remy made his way up the stairs, and down the hall to their room. He could feel his heart beating like tiny earthquakes inside his chest. And his breath came in quick pants that threatened to choke him. His chest hurt and he felt caged in.

"Hey shugah, you okay?" Rogue stood in her doorway, leaning on the frame. He stopped and looked at her. She smiled and came to stand in front of him, in the hall. "Somethin wrong, honey? Come in and talk to me." She led him into her room and closed the door.

Remy sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at the floor. He flinched as she crawled up onto the bed, behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

She asked again, "What's wrong hon?"

Remy sighed and shrugged away from her. He stood up and walked over to the wall and leaned against it. The coolness of it felt good on his back. He hung his head and forced back his sadness.

Rogue saw this. She thought to herself and then came to stand infront of him. "Did he hurt ya, shugah? Is that what happened?"

"Non."

Rogue noticed his uncomfortable aversion to address the situation. "He don't hit ya, does he?
Force ya to obey him?" She had unzipped his jeans and slid her gloved hand in and pulled his manhood out.

"Non. Chere, sil vouz plait. Don' do dis." He moved his right hand to stop her but, while her right hand worked at him, her left blocked him.

"Shhhh.... yah so tense, hon. I read about you. I know you used to do women too. Doesn't he let
ya get a good kick, once in a while?" She pulled him a bit harder. Hearing his moans in her ear. She wished her gloves were her skin, so she could feel what she was doing to him. She smiled and watched his expressions change.

His eyes were closed and his head rest against the wall. He gasped. He slid his hands to her slender waist that was covered by her tight jeans, and arched his hips into the touch. He groaned again, softly, as he came onto his shirt. "Merci, chere. Merci."

"Yer welcome, hon. Less tense, now?" She smiled as she watched him catch his breath.

"Oui." He panted.

Rogue looked at him. She could see the clouds of worry in his eyes but, he wasn't sharing. "I can see why he likes ya, shugah. And ah bet you give him so much joy, right? He and ah used to be
like that. Mmm, he tasted so good." She wiped a gloved finger over the tip of his manhood, that
still had some of his orgasm, and brought it to her mouth to suck on it. She smiled as his cheeks reddened with humility.

Remy hurried and tucked himself back into his jeans, as he realized he was somewhat of a joke to her. He thanked her again, and abruptly left. As he closed her door and turned around, he saw
Logan leaning against the opposite wall with his arms folded about his chest. Logan looked calmly
at him, and it made Remy nervous. He hurried down the hall to their room and sat on the end of the bed. Waiting.

Logan came in and closed the door behind him. He sat down behind Remy and rubbed the slender back that was infront of him. "She's harmless, Rem. Just sore that she couldn't have me......
Hey...." Logan came to kneel infront of him and look into his eyes. "I aint gonna hurt ya 'cause of this. She aint worth gettin upset over. Okay?"

"Oui." Remy nodded, sullenly.
 
 

To Be Continued............again.
 
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