AUTHOR: SisterWine (With help from Nicole Wagner *hugs*)
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: ABUSE, THREESOME, MURDER. ALSO, IN THIS PART, TALK OF UNDERAGE SOLICITATION. AND DRUGS. 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.
 

Three months had passed, and Remy was feeling better. He could move without too much pain, and his bruises were almost gone completely. Today, he was feeling chipper enough to bound out of the bedroom and slide down the long oak bannister, on his way to breakfast. With amazing grace and balance, he sat sideways, and was fixing his cuffs on his long sleeves as he glided to the bottom. Remy smiled as Logan came through the front door, in time to catch him as his ride come to a close.

Logan looked up from the folded newspaper and opened his arms to receive the gently descending Cajun. Catching the youth, he was knocked backward, and landed flat on his back, on the floor. Staring up as Remy plastered him with nipping kisses, he was told "Happy Bir'day!" repeatedly.

"We have a big party, t'night, cher. We have lots o' people an' music. Fun time, mon amour!" Remy stopped his light kisses and gave Logan a deep, tongue-sparring kiss the seemed to last an eternity in a minute.

"Is that so, huh?" Logan smiled and asked as the kiss finally broke.

"Oui. I call de caterers an' de gues's. We have a tres bon time, non? Dis gon' be de bes' bir'day ever, cher!" Remy was beaming with excitement.

Logan laughed, and let his hands move down to Remy's firm backside as he heard the kid moan as he squeezed, gently. "How long we got, kid?" He asked as he kissed Remy's warm neck and reveled in the silk strands that fell over his face.

Remy moaned again and tilted his head to the left so that Logan had easier access. "Dey be here la'er, cher. Y' come upstairs an' Remy give y' yo' present?" He winked and climbed off of Logan. Helping the other man up, he managed to convince Logan to follow him up the stairs.

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At around 5PM guests started arriving. Men and women alike hugged, kissed and shook hands with
both of them.

The music played and people danced and laughed loudly at stories and jokes. Remy was too busy rushing around with drinks and half empty bottles to notice anything. Finally, a well-needed breath of
air led him out onto the front porch to stare out at the rows of cars in the drive. His eyes roamed over the tops and out past the gate. They stopped as he saw a dark figure, leaning against a limo's backseat door, and smoking a cigarette. Waiting until the figure inhaled, his breath caught in his throat.

Michel.

Remy breathed out and glanced back inside to look for Logan. Not finding him, he walked down the steps. He made his leisurely way down the drive, and over to the man. "Logan kill y' if he know y' here, Michel."The gate had been open, but Michel had the limo park in front of it, instead of driving in. Remy slipped his hands into his pants pockets and stopped within a few paces of Michel. He squinted as Michel blew smoke at him and laughed.

"Di'n' come here t' see y' lover, chile. Get in." Michel moved to open the backseat door and waved the boy into the dark and still vehicle. He smiled as Remy obeyed and slid all the way to the other side. Dropping the cigarette to the gravel and stamping it out, he exhaled the smoke and climbed in after the boy. Shutting the door behind him, he looked into Remy's eyes. "Got somet'in t' show y', boy."
Smirking again, he turned on a small reading lamp he had attached to the door, and reached into his jacket. Pulling something from his left breast, inside pocket, he handed it to Remy. "Y' hide him, but no' good enough, chile. He such a bonne petit, Remy. Jus' like his pere." Michel smiled, smugly.

A gasp escaped Remy. He turned in his seat and stared, horror-struck, at the older man. He forced a whisper in reply. "Non, non Michel...... sil vouz plait? Only Remy do dis, cher. Leave de boy alone." Several tears dropped from his eyes. His gaze was cast downward as Michel had wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into a casual embrace. Resting his head on Michel's shoulder, his eyes stared at the black and white photo of a young boy around 6 years old.

Michel nodded in fake sympathy. "Oui...... oui. I know, petit." Hooking a finger under Remy's chin, and turning his head to kiss Remy's lips, he whispered. "De boy too young f'r dis, oui. An' his pere do a fine job wit' his loss." He paused. "Mmm, chile. I jus' wan' y' happy, petit. I try t' spare de pain o' y' tellin de boy y' a whore, Remy. Such a han'some chile, Remy. Y' come back t' me, an' I f'get de whole t'ing, no?" He continued to talk between kisses. Hushing as his lips were parted and Remy's tongue slid in to lightly carress his.

Remy pleaded, silently, with Michel. Tender embraces, and soft smacking of their lips as they kissed
and tasted each other for several moments. "Michel? Wha' if...... wha' if Remy slip 'way from Logan, ev'ry week, an' ....." Remy looked up, into the man's calm brown eyes and searched him for any sign
of sympathy. He found none.

"Shhh, petit. Y' worry too much. I tell y' wha', no?" Michel shifted in his seat, moving his hips forward and clearing his throat. His right arm remained around Remy's shoulders. With his left hand, he reached to Remy's right hand and snatched the photo away. Tossing it onto the seat, in the small space between them, he quickly snatched the hand itself. "Y' know how t' change m' mine, chile." He pressed Remy's open hand to his covered erection. As Remy pressed his palm against it, Michel had brought his hand up to finger Remy's soft cheek and wipe away the falling tears.

Remy sighed. "Oui, cher." He unzipped Michel's pants and freed the overly excited length. Rubbing tiny circles around the length with his fingertips, Remy leaned forward and lapped teasingly at the tip. Michel hissed and fisted his hand into the back of Remy's shirt. Remy continued to swirl his tongue over the tip.

"Ahh, Remy, you always so good at dis, cher. You like dis wit' him, chile? Or, does he like it rough? Hey? I bet he loves y' suckin him s' good, petit." Michel moaned and gasped as Remy became more intense with his ministrations. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. Playing with Remy's long hair, he found himself babbling mindlessly in french. Returning to his empty promises, he opened his eyes to watch Remy gasp and continue his throaty moans and whimpers of pleasure as Michel gave in
to release. Holding Remy's head down, his hips spasmed and he released again. "Ah, ohh...mmm.... chile. Da's better, no? Ol' Michel know what y' need, boy." Michel played, lazily, with Remy's hair and smiled as the young man sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Remy stared at the man's now limp appendage. "Y' let him go now, Michel? Please, Remy d' wha'ever
y' wan' but don' hur' de chile?" Remy looked past Michel and focused on a figure, leaning against a column at the top of the stairs, on the porch. He was snapped back to attention with Michel's zipper moving into place, and the older man leaning forward to do something.

Michel held his breath in for a minute, before taking out a small mirror and a vile full of white powder from his coat pocket. Pouring the powder out onto the mirror and making his lines, he took a small
glass straw out of his pocket and offered it to Remy. He shrugged when Remy declined, and then
turned to inhale the two lines on the mirror. Sitting back, sated, he cleared his throat and then looked at Remy. "Tell me 'bout y' lover, chile. He get dat ass ever'day? How d' his dick feel, petit? Y' like it? He ever let y' do him? Or, is petit Remy only allowed t' come on de ou'side? He don' like de cajun dick,
oui?"

Remy picked up the photo again and stared at it, ignoring Michel. The child had grown handsomely. And, he wanted desparately to be in his son's life. He sighed. "Michel, don'..... don' do dis t' Logan. He love Remy, Michel." He was caught off guard as Michel grabbed his wrists and pulled his sleeves back.

"Y' call dis love, Remy? He got y' ass, but he need t' bruise y' body, too? Y' like his fuck, Remy?"
Michel was angry now. He crushed Remy's wrists until the boy yelped and pulled away.

"I need t' get' back." Remy reached for the doorhandle, behind him, and opened the door. Giving the photo one last look, he laid it on the plush seat. He had gotten out of the car and turned to shut it when Michel caught his attention.

"Keep de photo, chile. He your boy."

"Merci, Michel." Remy bent over to look inside the car and snatch the item up.

"An' Remy....? Y' come t' de house Tuesday, we discuss de details, non? Noon. Don' be late, boy." Michel scowled at Remy before the door went shut and the driver started the car.

Remy watched as the tail-lights faded, before heading back to the house. His hands held the photograph, tightly. He sighed and slipped it into his shirt pocket and then tucked his hands into his pants pockets. Remy looked up to find Logan still leaning on the column, and smoking his cigar. Taking each step slowly and cautiously, he focused his eyes in front of him.

"And, it's back to fuckin him again, huh? Shoulda taken care o' him long ago, kid. Finish this, or I will." Logan growled as he had caught Remy's arm as he passed. He turned to look at him as Remy stopped.

Sighing, Remy looked at Logan. "Logan, Remy take care of family matters, himself. Enjoy your party, mon amour. We talk 'bout dis later, ok?"

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"Ah, Remy. Tell me chile, where y' fine Logan? He d' y' good, non? He manage t' get Michel 'way from y', eh? Mebbe, he take care o' y' empty bed, non?" A beautiful young man named Paul caught Remy by the arm as he had just slipped out of the kitchen with a tray full of champagne glasses. He was almost
as tall as Remy, and near the same build. His soft brown hair and sparkling brown eyes could capture a persons attentions the same way his voice could. His grey suit was nearly too loose, while his tan shirt seemed to cling to his chest and reveal his well-toned chest in mute detail.

Remy smiled, faintly. "Logan is a good man. He take care of Remy." He jumped slightly, as Paul had snatched the tray out of his hands and set it down on oak table. Paul wrapped his arm around Remy and led him into the Library to chat.

Leaning against the bookshelf, so he could see the entryway to the library, Remy and Paul had sparked a small conversation about Logan and Michel. Paul had been standing in front of Remy, in an oddly close manner. He wasn't the least bit surprised when the other man leaned in and gently kissed his lips, in a moment of silence between them. Pulling away before he wanted to, Remy's eyes met with Logan's across the room, and he excused himself from Paul to go upstairs and into the bedroom.

Remy shut the door and walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Reaching to the back, past his shirts, he slid back a small panel in the right hand corner. He then reached into his shirt pocket and took out the photo of his son. Remy stared at it for a long while, then he placed it with the few
other photos of he and his wife on their wedding day. Closing the drawer and then sitting on the end of the bed, he thought to himself about how bad his life had turned out.

He jumped as a soft knock on the door and a voice from behind called to him. Getting up, he walked to the door and opened it a crack. "Oui chere?" He asked the pretty young woman before him.

"You ok, sugar? You don't look so good. Drinkin get to ya?" The woman laughed a sultry and soft laugh that made Remy perk under his clothes. She pushed open the door and walked inside, resting her hands on his shoulders as they moved back into the room. Her long purple sequened gown flowed and shimmered in the bedroom light. Long red locks waved over her shoulders and down her slender back. In heels, she stood as tall as Remy, which made it easier to meet his lips with hers.

Taking her hands from his shoulders, he spoke softly, "Non, chere. Cajuns don' get drunk, we get sobre." He had backed himself up until his legs were against the side of the bed. As he sat down, she leaned cleverly over him and kissed him. He moaned and let himself be pushed backwards to lie flat on the bed. Remy kissed back and moaned, softly, as she parted his lips with her tongue and explored his soft and warm mouth. He whispered to her, in between kisses. "I-I- I can' do dis, girl. 'm sorry but, jus' can'. Mebbe, we shoul' g' downstairs an' rejoin de party, no?"

"Why, Remy, I've never known you ta turn down a romp, before." She giggled. "He's under your skin, aint he?"

Remy blushed and looked up at her from underneath of her. She had trapped him with her hands on his smooth chest, and lips on his. "Non, don' ...... we shoul' go." Remy shifted, uncomfortably, at her continuation of kisses. He gasped as one of her hands trailed down his chest and stomach and massaged his carefully hidden erection.

The woman massaged him and kissed him in a bleak attempt to wear him down and give in. As her
hand pressed slightly more, she smiled as she felt his erection grow more firm. "Ooh la la, Remy." Her smile quickly faded as the door opened and she was rudely pulled off of him by a man with a mean snarl.

Remy sat up and grabbed Logan's arm as Logan had picked the girl up off of the floor by her arms and growled. "Non, Logan. Don'..... please, don'. She didn' mean harm, mon cher."

Logan could smell her fear mixed with excitement and curiosity as he held her a good 6 inches off of
the floor. Setting her down, he stepped to the side as she excused herself and left the room. He shut the door behind her and took Remy by surprise as he spun around and pushed Remy back down onto the bed. Holding the young man down by a firm hand on the smooth chest, he backhanded the boy with the other. "I told you, don't fuck around, kid! Either control your damn charms, or don't come back out. Understand me?!" He hissed.

Remy nodded and stared wide-eyed up at Logan.

Releasing Remy, Logan backed up and retrieved a cigar from his shirt pocket. He lit it with a lighter
from his left pants pocket, and stood there to stare at Remy, momentarily. He sighed, and watching Remy rub his sore cheek. "Clean up and come back down. They'll be leavin soon, anyway." He said as he removed the cigar from his lips and then came to lean over Remy again. Forcing a hand between the boy's legs he held his hand firmly against Remy's still stiff length. "Get rid o' this." He growled.

"Oui cher, I will." Remy's voice shook as he answered.

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The rest of the night was spent as Remy and Logan were in separate rooms, mingling with different guests, yet they had always been within eye contact of each other. Logan was sitting on the sofa and talking to two very lovely ladies, while Remy stood in the dining room talking and laughing with a few older women.

Remy was handed another glass of expensive champagne as a lovely lady in her mid-thirties and her younger friend struck up a conversation with him. He talked with the ladies, and laughed at little things. He had caught himself a few times, staring past them, as he had spotted Logan talking and laughing and kissing the two ladies.

As the evening wore on, Logan had barely managed to stay awake to tell the last guest good-bye. When the last person left, he had closed his eyes and slouched into the sofa cushions to sleep off his pounding headache. His mind replayed the night's events in waves of blurred actions and voices. He could barely remember how he made it from the front door to the sofa, by himself.

Logan inhaled the sweet, peppery scent of the young beauty, leaning above him. He felt the soft touch
as Remy was carefully zipping Logan's pants. He knew the boy had done something to upset him, but what was it? Without warning, he snatched thin wrists into his own hands and squeezed at them.

Opening his eyes, Logan lifted himself up off the sofa and pulled the boy closer to him.

The thief was slippery, but Logan just held him that much more tightly. He was growling and glaring at the surprised cajun. "I saw you with that bitch! Playin all cutsie with her." Slipping both of Remy's hands into one of his, he backhanded Remy across the right cheek with his right hand. He watched as the slim boy whimpered in pain, and started to bleed. "Did you take her into the kitchen and fuck her too? Huh? You little slut! You belong to me! You only fuck me, got it? Bitch!" As he backhanded Remy again, the kid slipped out of his grasp and stumbled backwards, landing into a chair.

Remy sat there in shock. His left leg dangled over the outer arm, and his back was pushed into the corner of the opposite side. He pleaded with Logan. Seeing blood on his fingers as he touched at the
pain on his lip, he answered. "Oui, m'sieur. Remy only love you, Logan. Was only talkin t' de dames. Y' talkin t' de filles....." Before he could finish, Logan had raised his left hand and connected the back of it to Remy's left cheek.

Logan growled and reached for Remy's left arm, as the boy had picked up an empty wine glass with his right and charged it. He ducked as the glowing glass flew past him and exploded against the far wall, somewhere behind him. Growling again, He grabbed both of Remy's arms and struggled with him to
pull him out of the chair.

Remy's voice was small and squeaky as he flinched and winced away from Logan, pleading with him to forgive what had just happened. "Non, Logan. Remy no mean it. Please, Logan. Remy be good. Y' fo'give him?" Remy begged as he was jerked out of the chair and onto the floor. He lie on his back as Logan had sat on his hips and made a fist with his right hand. Remy panicked as three shiny metal claws emerged from his fist. His arms had been pinned to his sides by Logan's strong legs. He was powerless.

In an even more jealous rage, Logan pulled the two outer claws back in, and ran the middle one under the buttons that held the boy's shirt together. Letting the other two blades out to rejoin their companion, he forced the material away from Remy's smooth and panting chest. He hissed  as the tips of the three claws lightly tickled Remy's chest. "Don't ever use your powers on me again, tramp. Cause I'll kill you and won't think twice. Capiche?"

Remy gasped and held his breath in while forcing his answer out. "Oui. Crystal." Nervously nodding in frightened reflex. Closing his eyes and letting his breath out slowly, as he heard Logan drawn his claws back in and scoff at him. A hand clamped down on his hair at the back of his head, and he was being yanked to his feet.

Logan released his hold and pulled out some of the long auburn strands. Walking past Remy, he growled and mumbled, "Clean this mess up. And then come to bed." Making his way upstairs, Logan took the steps two at a time. As he finally made it to the bedroom, he closed the door and looked around. The kid had done his damnedest to pissed him off, tonight.

As Logan made his way around the bed, he stopped and punched the side of Remy's tall tan dresser. His eyes glanced over silver frames that showed pictures of Remy and a legion of men and women, in each picture. At least three pictures had the same woman with Remy. And in all three, his arm had been around her, lovingly. Something snapped inside of Logan and he had taken his anger out on the nearest thing, which had been Remy's dresser. Ripping clothes out of their places and throwing them on the floor. And then slamming every other drawer back into the frame in a rage so horrid, it would make devils shutter in fear.

Sighing in a sated manner, he slunked over to the bed and huffed out of his clothes. He lay there, in his boxers, dozing as the door opened and Remy silently gasped at the disarray of his dresser. Still, he didn't move, or even open his eyes.

Removing his clothes, and climbing into bed, Remy silently cried to himself.

Logan could smell the salt and the wetness of the tears. He rolled over onto his side, and slid himself closer to the sobbing boy. He was kissing Remy's soft shoulder and apologizing to him. "I'm sorry, Remy. You drive me so crazy sometimes. It's that charm power, baby." He kissed the smooth skin again. "You know I hate seeing you upset, hm?"

"Oui, cher." Remy closed his eyes as his breath caught in his chest. He was exhausted and utterly humiliated from the night events. He opened them again, after a moment.

Logan continued his kisses and slid a hand under the blanket to close around Remy's weeping erection. "You want me to suck ya till you come? Hm?" Giving the boy more kisses and hearing Remy's soft moans, he stopped and looked over the bare shoulder to wait for his reaction.

"Non cher, please. Remy jus' tired. We sleep now, non? I do you in de morn, ok?" Remy held his breath in again and waited for Logan to growl in disagreement at the suggestion.

"You okay, kid?"

"Oui. Jus' tired."

They snuggled together and fell asleep in a tender embrace.

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The next morning, Remy was awake before Logan and cleaning his room. He dressed himself and then went downstairs. Turning the corner to his right, he walked down the hall, past the half-bath to his left, and the basement door to his right. Walking straight, Remy opened the back door and screen, and slipped out. He made his way down to a young oak tree and leaned against it as he came to a stop
beside it. Remy loved the tree. He had planted it himself 5 years prior, as it had barely reached adulthood. It had grown handsomely, and the shade from it was divine.

Remy watched the sun rise and picked at the tall grass that gathered around the base of the tree. He hadn't noticed that Logan had found him, sitting in front of the tree, and looking out at the sleepy town that lie at the bottom of a tall hill, the house rested on.

Logan sat down beside him and stared out at the town. "How long you been sittin here?" He asked as he broke to silence between them.

Although he heard, he had asked Logan another question, instead of answering him. "D' y' t'ink 'bout death, cher? D' we feel anyt'ing? Does i' hur' when we die? 'm tired o' hur'in, Logan."

The questions had caught Logan off guard, and in response, he put his arm around Remy and sighed as the boy rest his head on his silk covered shoulder. "I know, baby. We're all tired of hurtin. You okay?"

"Oui."

"What brought this on, Rem?" Logan looked at Remy fidgety hands that had been playing with a piece
of grass, in his lap.

"It's not'in, cher. Come, I make us breakfas', oui?" Remy pulled away from Logan and stood up.

Logan stood up and followed Remy back into the house and around to the kitchen. He made his move
as Remy had pulled a box of pancake mix from a high shelf, above the sink. He cornered the young
man and turned him around, as he re-asked his question. "Why did ya happen to think about death, kiddo? Tell me, Rem. What's goin on?"

When Remy didn't answer, Logan held up his hand to backhand him, but stopped when Remy flinched away from him. He stood there, and watched Remy avert his eyes until Logan put his hand down."I was t'inkin 'bout endin dis whole Michel t'ing. If Remy don' come back, y' bury him by de tree, out dere? Please?" Remy looked into Logan's eyes with a sad and uncertain expression.

Logan sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, you aint dyin yet. We'll handle this, together."

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Tuesday morning, Remy had slipped out of the house, while Logan was napping after their brief scene of love-making. As he reached the gate, a strong hand grabbed him by the arm and spun him around.
He stood in shock as he came face to face with a very angry Logan.

"Where the hell do you think yer goin?" Logan growled.

"I was jus'... Uhh, Non, Logan! Ow!" Remy squirmed as he was dragged by the pony-tailed hair, back into the house. His feet kicked at the gravel and his hands clawed at Logan to release him.

Logan had only been wearing his gray khaki pants. And his thick leather belt had been hanging open, making a tinking sound as the buckle swished. Not breaking a single step, he dragged the screaming cajun back into the house and slammed him against the stairs. "Again, where the hell were ya goin?"

Remy glared. "Y' know where I was goin. Y' tell Remy t' take care o' Michel, he do it."

"How?"

Remy lowered his eyes and blushed, slightly. "Blow de house up."

With a sharp smack to Remy's left cheek, Logan growled. "God kid, can ya be any more stupid than
you already are?! You want the cops on you? Use yer damn head, kid. Turn him in for drugs, or whatever else you know about. Think, child!"

"Logan, Michel owns half de force, cher. Da's how he live wit'out dem closin him down." Remy spoke calmly, as he had brought himself to look at Logan and watch the man begin to pace the width of the stairs.

Logan stopped. "What ya got in mind, then?"

He sighed and stared into Logan's angry expression. "Y' won' like it, mon amour." Remy pushed himself up, off of the stairs and caressed Logan's bare chest. Speaking so softly, he watched his own fingers play in the fuzz. "Remy t'inks dat..... if Logan let him, he d' Michel, an'... Jaques. Den, Remy charge de bed an' poof, no mo' Michel an' Jaques de Corte. Mon cher, da's all Remy gon' do. Y' come wit', t'
make sure, even. No?"

"What would the cops do if they caught ya? Give ya a goin over, like what ya had before?" Logan stood there, still. He had folded his arms in front of his chest, and forced himself not to moan at the gentle massagings.

"Dey don' care 'bout Remy, cher. Dey not care if he live or die. Michel an' Jaques, dey jus' waitin f'r somet'in t' happen. Da's all. Y' help Remy?"

"Ok." Logan sighed.

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"Here t' see Michel de Corte." Remy called to the monster of a guard at the front door, as he and Logan got out of the car. He had been nudged to walk behind Logan, in case something should happen. He smiled at the gesture.

The guard nodded and took a step toward them as they approached the top of the steps. He moved to pat Logan down for weapons, but was stopped by a voice from behind him. He turned to see Michel standing in the doorway, still in his satin bedrobe. Stepping to the side, he watched as the two passed him and followed Michel into the house.

Michel led them down the long hallway, and into his office, where Jaques had been waiting. "We have a family reunion, Jaques. I know y' miss Remy terribly. An' his lover, Logan? Y' remember, he was de man dat beat y' up." Michel laughed under his breath at his brother's reaction as the two men walked through the door.

Logan sized the two men up, but said nothing. He merely shut the office door, and leaned against it with his arms crossed against his chest. he kept his eyes on the two men who were now, pawing at Remy with obvious lust.

Michel was watching Logan's nonchalant reaction as he cupped Remy's neck and kissed his lips. Logan didn't move or even flinch. He ran his tongue over Remy's still lips and then pushed it into his mouth.
He was surprised Remy had kissed him back. After a moment, he pulled back and moved his hands to unbutton Remy's black silk shirt. Removing the shirt, his hands played across Remy's smooth chest and shoulders.

Standing behind Remy, Jaques reached around to unbutton Remy's pants and slide them down. The three had stood in the middle of the room, and both brothers kept a close eye on the man leaning against the door. Jaques examined the bruises on Remy's back and arms, kissing them gingerly. Moving a hand to undo his own pants, he whispered into Remy's ear, "Yo' lover gon' watch y' get dicks, Remy? How generous of him. Been long yea's since I had dis ass.

Remy stood completely still, and occasionally glanced over at Logan to make sure it was okay. He'd moaned and hissed a few times as the two men touched, and squeezed, licked, and stripped him. He gasped and snapped from Logan's eyes to watch Michel kneel in front of him and run his tongue along his growing erection. As much as he tried, he had only wanted Logan to please him.

Michel stopped and stood up again, his left hand pulled at the satin belt around his waist and let the robe fall open. His right hand had ben sliding, lazily, up and down Remy's length. "Dat feel nice, petit? Wan' Michel t' make y' squirm, chile?"

"Oui, cher." Remy closed his eyes and tilted his head back to rest on Jaques right shoulder. His voice went hoarse as he pleaded with himself not to get too aroused. His empathy reached out to feel Logan. He was relieved slightly, to know that Logan was quite turned on at the display, but didn't show it to anyone. Only wan' y', mon cher. Only need y'.

Michel smirked at his brother, over Remy's shoulder, and watched him jump and gasp as Jaques had
wet his erection down before pushing himself into the tight opening. He reacted quickly, and captured Remy's open mouth in a long kiss. "Shh, chile. Jaques wan' t' fuck dis pretty ass, while Michel make y' come f'r y' lover. Mebbe, he join us, oui?" He whispered inbetween deep kisses. Michel moaned when Remy's hand closed around his own, around Remy's length.

As the paces grew faster, and more rigid, Jaques pushed his brother away from the boy, and forced Remy down onto his hands and knees. Kneeling beside him, he had started to thrust even harder into Remy's tight opening. He started talking to the boy in french. Asking him how he liked the roughness, and if he got off for his lover. Jaques pulled Remy's long auburn locks when he didn't get any response.

Michel had come to stand in front of Logan and smirked to himself as his had moved close enough to kiss the other man's lips. In fact, he did just that. "Y' like de boy's position, cher? De boy belong on his knees, letting a dick fill him. He wan' y' t' come join, mon ami. So ready, non?" Michel kissed him again and chuckled as Logan's hands were on his arms, pushing him away.

Remy watched the exchange, and then focused on Michel as he came back to kneel in front of Remy and place his neglected erection against Remy's lips. Accepting it, he sucked Michel in a slow, lasting rhythm. He could feel Jaques kneeling behind him and thrusting tiredly into him. He could also feel the pulsing release, as Jaques grabbed the boy's slender hips and pulled him back to meet his own hips.

"Ah, Remy so good, Logan. He like fine wine, hey? De way he savours de come, an' get so ready in de ass." Michel looked at Logan, briefly, before turning his attention to the young man looking up at him. "Y' wan' t' ride ol Michel, boy?" He smiled as the boy nodded. "Good. Come, chile, we let Jaques take a res', no?" Michel looked up at his brother and motioned for him to pull out and relax while he moved Remy over to the sofa.

Remy gently pushed Michel back to sit on the sofa, before bracing his hands on the high back, behind Michel, and lowering himself down onto the slick manhood. He gasped, loudly, as he moved up and down frantically over Michel's erection. He had closed his eyes and let himself be completely enveloped in the passion that he had lost his hold on his powers, and absently charged the antique sofa. His charge grew more stronger as Michel climaxed into him. Pulling away from the exhausted Michel, he released the sofa and stepped back to watched it burst into a controlled explosion.

Logan made his move from his position to sink his six outstretched claws into mutely shocked Jaques. "Get dressed." He barked the command anf promptly left the room to search out the rest of the guards
in the house.
 
 

To Be Continued...........