AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING: NC-17 (STRONG SEX, HEAVY VIOLENCE, BAD LANGUAGE).
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY  SLASH
SUMMARY: Louisiana, late 1920s. Remy finds out that there is more to Logan than meets the eye. A full view of what happened between the realities of "Only In My Dreams" and "I Need You Near Me".
WARNING: FULL RAPE AND ABUSE. ALSO, IN THIS PART, TALK OF UNDERAGE SOLICITATION. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
DISCLAIMER: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF MARVEL COMICS AND 20th CENTURY FOX. THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT ARE MINE, ARE THE TOWN'S PEOPLE IN THE STORY. NO MONEY EXCHANGED, JUST FOR FUN.
 

When Remy woke up the next morning, he found himself laying on his right side, curled up and covered by a thick red velvet blanket. It had taken him a full minute to remember that he was in a
room, down the hall and across from his own. There had been plenty of things he couldn't remember from the night before, and some he wished to forget. He didn't remember covering himself before he fell asleep, and there hadn't been any linen on the bed. Sitting up, he looked about the room. The door was still closed and he was still alone, but how did he get the blanket?

The room itself was mostly empty. Dark wooden floor that was kept well oiled and polished. A bed
that lay across from the door, and a tall arched canopy above it. Golden brown twin bedside tables on either side and a matching dresser that only stood 6 inches taller than the 3 foot tall bed. Paintings decorated the off-white walls, and a small plush, green love seat guarded a small corner to the right of the door, looking in. The great window behind the headboard of the bed, was curtained only by a thin pull-down curtain with thin lace curtains bordering it.

Remy looked to the end of the bed and found clean clothes sitting on top of a neatly folded peach
towel. Did Logan do this? Why? Remy mused on the subject before hearing a knock at the door.

"Monsieur Remy? Are you allright?" A female voice asked. The voice was soft, low and somewhat nervous sounding. She knocked again, but didn't open the door. "Monsieur? Are you in dere?"

Remy hugged the blanket about him and answered her. "Oui, chere. Ici. Sil vous plait, Monique, will y' run de bath f'r me?"

"Oui, monsieur."

"Monique?" Remy slid off of the bed and inched his way to the door.

"Oui?"

"Is Logan dere??" His voice was near a whisper as he leaned against the shut door.

She paused before she answered. "No monsieur. He left as I came here. Monsieur say he be back later. I run de bath f'r you, monsieur." She said as she hurried down the hall.

"Merci." Remy whispered and turned back to the bed. He draped the blanket over the side of the bed and slid the towel out from underneath the pile of clothes. Wrapping it around his waist, he gathered
the clothes and moved back to the door.

The door opened and Remy took cautious steps out of the room. He stood in the middle of the hall and winced in pain. Monique hadn't come back yet. He could hear the water running and her footsteps on the floor, he smiled.

Monique gasped in shock. "Monsieur! Are you allright?" Monique was an older woman, in her 40s, but she sometimes seemed as if she were reliving her 20s. Remy had hired her because he liked her compassion and unusual tactfulness. She was nearly as tall as him, with long black hair that she neatly kept in a long braid, behind her. She wasn't thin, but also not big. Monique could be quite the motherly type over Remy, sometimes. With her four near-grown children, he didn't mind it as much. Her hazel eyes opened wide and she moved closer to him. Looking at his bruises, she cringed at the sight. "Did monsieur do dis t' you, chile?"

"Non, chere. Logan didn' do dis. Sil vous plait, mon chere, help m' t' de bath?" Remy smiled faintly at her as she took his arm and slowly walked with him down the hall.

With Monique's assistance, Remy sat down in the warm bubble bath and hissed at the heat. She busied herself with re-folding the towel and setting it down on the toiletseat lid, on top of his clothes. Handing him a cloth to wash himself with, and soap, she sat on the edge of the tub and shook her head. "Monsieur, y' too young t' know pain. How dis happen, monsieur? Y' been wit' dat Jaques 'gain?" Her eyes looked at him, softly. She knew she had no right to accuse him of anything, as well as overstep her place. Yet, Remy allowed her to talk to him as a friend and sometimes a mother.

"Non, it was no' Jaques. Remy jus' a stupid chile." He whimpered and hung his head in shame.

Monique stood up and frowned at him. "Non, you a wonderful young man. Monsieur Logan, he care
f'r y' very much." She patted his head and started for the door. "I cook y' breakfas', oui? Y' eat an' fatten up. Monique take bon care of y', chile." She said as she left the room and headed down the
stairs, softly humming to herself.

Remy washed himself, gingerly, and called for Monique, who was on her way back up the stairs. Standing up and easing himself out of the tub, he grabbed the towel and wrapped it about him before she came into the room. She hadn't bothered shutting the door, when she left, in case he needed her help. He groaned and inched his way down to sit on the toiletseat lid.

Monique shook her head at him. "I set y' breakfas' on de table. Shoul' I bring it t' y', monsieur? De pain tres mal? Oui, y' go back t' bed, an' I bring it t' y'." She watched him pat himself with the towel and wince as the cloth came into contact with his bruises.

"Remy walk down de stairs, chere. Need t' walk. Y' help m' get dress'd, oui? Har' f'r Remy t' move."
He cringed as he bent over to put his boxers on. Groaning slightly, Remy waited for her to help him.

Kneeling beside him, Monique slid his feet into the material and helped him to stand up. She removed
the towel from his waist and pulled his boxers up the rest of the way. It hadn't been the first time she'd seen him naked. She'd been with him since he moved into the house, some years prior. She had known about his lifestyle from the beginning and it hadn't been her business to pay mind to it. He was a nice young man, who needed someone there to help him, and give him motherly attention from time to time.

When Remy was dressed, she helped him down the stairs and into the dining room. Monique had taken the plate away from him and told him that she would bring him some more hot eggs and bacon. She'd also told him not to move from his chair until she came back. He smiled as she gave him a stern motherly look before disappearing into the kitchen.

Remy sat there, patiently. His stomach was growling almost nonstop. He hadn't eaten in nearly two days. He was so hungry, and tired. The only thing that seemed to be keeping him awake was the constant stab of pain in his chest.

Monique returned and placed the plate of hot scrambled eggs, bacon and grits down in front of Remy and watched him dig in, immediately. She sat down in the chair beside him and leaned against the edge of the table on her arms. Her left elbow came to prop up her hand as she rested her chin on her palm. "Slow down, chile. Y' get a tummy ache." She said, softly.

Remy ate in silence. He winced every now and then as the fork came in contact with the bruise on his cheek. He had forgotten about that one. He set his fork down on the plate and sat back, folding his hands in his lap. He waited for Monique to take the plate into the kitchen before helping him to stand
up.

"Di' Logan say when he b' back, Monique?" Remy asked as he sat down and turned his body to stretch his legs out, onto the sofa. He was covered from the waist down with a blanket Monique had retrieved from the linen closet, across from the bathroom.

"Non. He tell me you in de end be'room, sleepin. Say he go get 'nother car? Monsieur, you in an accident?" Monique fluffed a cushion behind him and then brought the blanket up to his chest. She stood back to admire her work in getting Remy more comfortable to rest.

Remy leaned against the pillows in a half sitting, half lying position. "Oui. Remy ha' bad acciden', chere. I be okay, madam. Go finish, oui?" Remy groaned and slid himself down into the sofa, and shut his eyes for a nap.

Tucking him in more, Monique muttered to herself that she shouldn't have gone on vacation like she was told to, just yet. Still, she hushed her ramblings and cursings and made her way back upstairs to clean.

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Logan came home later that evening, and headed upstairs. Turning the corner into the bedroom, he stopped and stared into Remy's red on black eyes. They stared at each other for a long while, unmoving. Logan had no clue about what was going on. The anger danced on him and he was sure Remy picked up on it.

Remy sat naked, patiently waiting, on the side of the bed. The glow of his bedside lamp lit up his bruised skin. His clothes had been placed at the end of the bed, neatly folded. Remy watched Logan's expression go blank, and decided to make the first move. He pushed himself up, off of the bed and
knelt on the floor, in front of Logan. Looking up, he reached a shaky hand to Logan's belt buckle. "I
be good, cher. Won' cry. Promise, m'sieur." Remy whispered, softly, and started to unbuckle Logan's belt.

He was stopped by Logan's hand, and then lifted to his feet by strong hands on his arms. He cringed and turned his head away, closing his eyes.

Logan could smell the fear rolling off of Remy like painted on cologne. A hint of copper soaked into
the fear as Remy had bitten his bottom lip so hard it bled. He smiled before pulling the boy close to
him, and hugging him, gently.

Remy was caught off guard, and gasped at the sudden embrace. "Please, monsieur, y' be gen'le wit' Remy? I make love t' y', but be gen'le, oui?" Wrapping his arms around Logan, he started to shake, uncontrollably.

"No." Logan's voice was soft and low.

"No?" Remy sighed, fighting back tears of knowing the pain that would be in store for him. "D'accord, cher."

Logan pulled away from him and looked at him. "I meant no, as in you aint gonna fuck me, t'night."
He cupped Remy's cheek and moved to kiss him, but stopped as Remy froze in fear. Logan released
the boy and walked around to his side of the bed. He sat down and began undressing. He heard Remy move behind him, and turned to see.

Remy had picked up his clothes from the end of the bed and turned to leave.

"Where you goin?" Logan watched him.

"Y' don' wan' Remy tonight, monsieur. I leave y' 'lone, oui? Monique make de gues' bed up f'r Remy. He sleep dere til, y' wan' him 'gain." Remy couldn't bring himself to look at Logan. He faced the door and bowed his head.

Logan sighed and stood up. He walked around the bed and turned Remy around to face him. "No darlin. I want you, right here with me, Remy. T'night aint yer night for tricks." Logan took the clothes away from Remy, and tossed them back to their spot on the end of the bed. He held Remy's hair back, away from his face, and whispered into Remy's right ear. "I've been so hard for you, all day, baby. You smelled so wonderful this mornin, darlin. All that come on ya, and lookin like you were in Heaven with yer whet dream. Oh baby, I been wantin you so bad. Lay down, for me, Rem." Logan helped Remy to sit on the edge of the bed and bring himself to lie full on the bed. He undid his belt and then his pants. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the floor next to his pants and boxers. "Who were ya
dreamin about, baby?" Logan asked as he loomed overtop of Remy, and started kissing him gently on the jawline and neck.

Remy hesitated for a moment, and answered in a choked whisper. "You, cher. Remy was dreamin y' were makin love t' him." He paused and moaned, slightly. "An' dat--" Remy couldn't finish his sentence. Instead, he leaned into the soft kisses and touches that Logan was administering.

"And what, kid?" Logan stopped and met Remy's eyes.

"Dat, y' b'lieve Remy love y', cher. Only wan' t' love y', Logan. Y' know dat?" He knew he was taking
a chance at ruining the whole night, let alone the moment, but he felt he had to say it.

The silence was tense. Logan stared into Remy's pleading eyes, and then kissed the trembles away
from the velvet lips. "I know ya do, darlin. And, yes baby, I want ta make love to you, right now, Remy. Do you want it, darlin?"

"Oui, cher." As Logan moved to kiss him again, Remy turned his head. "Logan, Remy don'.... umm, Remy tell y' he won't use his powers on y', n' more. Oui? Wan' y' t' love Remy f'r him, non? Remy wan' t' spen' his life wit' you, mon amour. D' y' wan' me, Logan?"

"Yes, baby. Just like that." Logan whispered, and continued to kiss Remy. With his right hand, he held himself above Remy. His left he used to pull his throbbing erection free. Stroking himself a few times before he reached up to catch Remy's hand, and stop him from turning off the light. "No. I want it on.
I want to look into your eyes, at how beautiful you look, when you come. I have better plans for this hand, baby." Logan placed Remy's captured hand around his manhood. "Stroke me, Rem. Make me come for you."

Remy did as he was asked.

Logan moaned and started to thrust himself into Remy's hand. Pushing Remy's legs apart, Logan
lightly pushed his left index finger into Remy's tight opening. He stopped when Remy hissed and froze. "Shh, it's ok. Just keep pullin me, baby." Logan moaned and closed his eyes as he moved his finger deeper into Remy. "Almost there, baby. You look so pretty, right now. That's it, Rem, pull me harder." Logan inserted another finger into him and continued his rhythm in Remy's hand. He watched Remy close his eyes and bite his lower lip in anticipation.

Remy's eyes shot open as a few drops of pre-come dripped on to his own erection. With his free hand, he reached up to stroke Logan's bare chest. "Y' come now, cher?" He asked in a tired whisper.

Moaning again, Logan kissed his Remy's bruised cheek, softly. "Yes, baby. I'm gonna come for ya, right now." Slowly sliding the fingers out of the tight opening, Logan moved Remy's hand away from his throbbing length and placed the tip just before the entrance. He pulled himself, harshly, and tensed
as the hot fluid shot out of him and onto the tight hole between Remy's long and gorgeous legs.

Remy gasped at the wetness, and moaned as Logan's left middle finger spread the white fluid over and into the entrance. "Mon cher, I--" Remy was cut off as Logan simultaneously captured his mouth, removed his finger, and pushed his length into Remy. He winced in pain, and tears dripped from his tightly shut eyes.

Logan stopped, and waited. "It's gonna be ok, Rem. I'll go slow. Ok?" Logan looked down at Remy.
He waited for Remy to look at him and acknowledge what he had said.

As Remy opened his eyes, reached up to run both hands over Logan's chest. "Oui, cher. Need y', Logan."

With a smile, Logan slowly pushed himself deeper into Remy. He stopped again when he saw the tears pour from Remy's eyes. "Want me to stop?" With the thumb of his right hand, Logan wiped the tears away.

"Non. Don' stop, mon amour. Don' stop. Remy wan' t' please y', cher." Remy placed his hands on Logan's hips and pulled him deeper into his trembling body. He gasped as Logan buried himself to the hilt.

Logan started a slow rhythm. He had to restrain himself from giving in to the urge to thrust harder. Letting the slow movement gently ease Remy into relaxing his body. He could feel himself struggling with release, he fought it back. "Yer close, darlin. I can smell it. I'm gonna come, Remy. I want to watch you come with me. It'll be over with, soon, babe. Come for me, Remy." Logan cooed into Remy's left ear. He was right. His soft whisper had pushed Remy over the brim and he raised himself up to watch Remy tense, and pant as his hot liquid splashed onto his chest and stomach.

Remy's body was still spasming as Logan pushed deep into him and pulsed his own hot orgasm into
the beautifully sweet body beneath him. He met Logan's eyes and stared at him in pleasant shock he
had felt.

As he removed himself, Logan reached up and turned off the light before lying beside Remy and cuddling him. "You looked so pretty, baby. I love it when you come so good for me." He smiled and then moved to lick Remy's taut stomach and chest clean from the sticky orgasm. Logan laughed as he tickled the boy beneath him, with his tongue.

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Michel burst into Remy's room and pulled the sleeping boy from his warm bed. "Time t' pay up, cher!
Y' gon' earn y' keep, here, Remy!" Michel struggled with Remy before eventually winning the battle
and ripping the boy's clothing off of him.

"Non, Michel, please! Remy pay y', monsieur!" Remy struggled against the mattress.

Michel sneered at him. "De petite fille dead now, chile! An' de baby? Where de lit'le one, Remy? He grow up t' be jus' like his pere, no? I even let y' show him de ropes, ne c'est pas?" Michel spat and ran his tongue bruisingly over Remy's jugular as his knee pushed Remy's legs apart.

Remy struggled again. "Leave him alone, Michel. He jus' a chile!"

Laughing cruelly, Michel held Remy's hands above his head in one strong grasp, while the other hastily pulled down his own zipper and released his length. "So de boy too young righ' now. His han'some pere make up f'r de loss, oui? I teach y' how t' fuck an' blow dick, hey? Y' repay me f'r takin a brat like y' in. I give dis dick t' y' over an' over til y' like it. Y' gon' like it, Remy. I give y' dis house, now y' gon' earn it." With that, Michel forced himself into Remy. Covering the boy's mouth with his free hand, as Remy cried out in pain. "Sshhh, petit! De chile sleepin." Michel smirked.

Using the same harsh force and equal rhythm each time, Michel raped Remy a total of 4 times before the boy gave in to the assault. But, he wasn't about to stop with the satisfaction of not being fought.
He was enjoying the feeling of moving in and out of the soft velvet body. Having Remy's blood lubricate his length, he was in Heaven. Michel forced Remy's empathy to it's limits. Filling his mind just as harshly as he was filling his body, with sultry, slutty, tempting thoughts and tastes.

Remy had been able to move his hands from above him, for some time. Letting his fingers play in Michel's hair, he brought the older man's lips to his and kissed him. "I won' figh', Michel. I take de chile's place, but only me. I work f'r y'. Repay de debt, in full. Leave de boy alone, d'accord?" Remy said, calmly, as Michel's pace increased.

Michel smirked and scoffed. Slamming into Remy, panting and crying out, they both tensed and froze as orgasm wracked Michel's body. Hearing his own vile and violent heartbeart pound mercilessly
inside his chest, Michel forced Remy's lips apart and thrust his tongue into his warm mouth, tasting him. Pulling back, he grabbed Remy by the hair and hissed into his ear. "Y' mine, Remy. Dis ass gon' belong t' me f'r a long time. I fix dis broken hear' of yo's real good. Den y' won' need t' sleep where de fille was, t' feel good, chile." He nipped at Remy's earlobe and pulled out of him.

Watching the man move down Remy's naked and sweat-glistened body, Remy gasped in shock as Michel's tongue run along his length.

Michel sucked on the hard manhood. Swirling his tongue around the tip, while rubbing the pair of fuzzless balls beneath it with his right hand. He smiled as Remy gasped and shook at the touch. With
his left hand, he slid his middle finger into the now stretched, slick entrance. Probingly, he moved the finger around inside the hole.

Remy gasped and arched his hips up into the mouth as was forced into sudden orgasm. His hands
fisted in Michel's pressed black shirt, as the finger pushed deeper inside him. A low growl rose from Remy's throat. He was panting, loudly.

Stopping his ministrations on Remy's now limp length, Michel removed his slick finger and licked it clean. "Mmm, chile. See how good i' is when y' don' figh'?" As Remy nodded in mute shame, Michel ran his tongue along the tight crack. The tip of his tongue, probed the rapidly tightening entrance, and licked it clean. Pulling away, and moving back up to whisper into Remy's ear, he hissed. "Y' do fine til de boy reach his time. Y' let ol' Michel show him how t' use his dick, non? De pere can teach him de res'."

As Michel rolled off of Remy, and lay to his left, he rest on his back. Michel closed his eyes and panted, heavily. He was surprised to feel Remy's tongue run along his limp shaft. "Mm, non, boy. De dick go down yer t'roat. An' den y' suck til he come. If y' good at i', he let y' swallow." Michel opened his eyes to watch Remy clean his manhood off before holding the back of his head and pushing the blunt tip into the warm mouth. "I tell y' wha', chile. Y' suck Michel good, he leave de boy out of dis whole mess. His pere work i' off, non?" Michel gasped and knotted his fingers in Remy's hair, as the young man's mouth worked hungrily at him. "Mmm, boy, y' done dis b'fore, oui?"

Remy continued until Michel cried out and came in a thick, spurting mess, down Remy's deep throat.
He stopped and sat up as his ears heard the baby crying the next room. Wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand, he hurried out of the room and into the room next to his.

Michel tucked himself back in and zipped up. He pushed himself up off of the bed and walked out in
to the hallway. Making his way to stand in the doorway of the baby's room, he laughed to himself at
the sight of Remy pacing, naked, while holding his crying son. Watching the boy bounce slightly, and shush the blanket-covered baby back to sleep, he smirked. "How sweet. De pere can balance sex an'
his chile. Remember Remy, yo body is mine." He laughed fully as Remy continued to pace while
glaring at him.

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Remy rolled over and looked at Logan. He smiled and eased himself off of the bed. Making his way, slowly, to the bathroom, Remy felt sick. His dream hadn't been something he'd really want to remember.

He sank to his knees in front of the bowl and vomited. Choking back tears and more heavings, he coughed. He flushed and stood up to rinse his mouth out before brushing his teeth.

"You ok, darlin?" Logan's voice startled him. Calm, soft, and a tad worried, Logan stood in the
doorway and watched Remy brush.

Remy spit and rinsed before he looked at the other man. "Oui, cher. Jus' felt sick. Remy has bad dreams, sometimes. I fine, cher. We go back t' bed, oui? Or, shoul' Remy sleep in de room, alone, 'gain?" He was answered with a soothing arm around him and a kiss as he was guided back to their bedroom.

Logan held him close and played with his hair as they fell asleep. The moonlight bathed them in cool blues and gentle glows. Logan smiled and gave in to unconsciousness.
 

To Be Continued........