AUTHOR: SisterWine (sisterwine75@hotmail.com)
RATING: NC-17
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".
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.
 
 

Logan heard every crack in Remy's voice. He could smell the salt in the tears, as well as almost tasting them. He'd just tried to boil the kid alive, and yet, the very same young man didn't want him to go? Soberiety was really setting in. "It ain't yer fault, kid. I just--" He closed his eyes and gave an inward sigh as he turned himself around. He opened his eyes and looked down at Remy. "I need to cool off. I can't
do that around you. Wonderin if I'm gonna knock you through a wall or somethin. You need laughs, not tears. I know yer exhausted from tip-toein around me. So, I'm gonna go stay in the hotel for awhile."

Remy was shaking his head and reaching out to grasp Logan's right hand. "You come back soon, cher?" Looking up at the man who was obviously fighting back emotion upon emotion, Remy flinched with need. He hadn't moved from his knees, but held onto Logan all the more tightly.

Logan thought for a minute. "Yea" He smiled. "Come on, get off the floor. Put some lotion on so yer skin won't blister too bad."  Logan held Remy's hand as the boy lifted himself from the floor and then sitting back down on the end of the bed. He reached into his top dresser drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lotion that stood in the front left corner, and handed it to Remy.

Remy looked at the bottle for a moment, and then accepted it. "You rub it on me, cher?" He leaned back to feel the coolness of Logan's suitcase on the small of his back.

Tossing the rest of his gathered clothes into the suitcase, closing the lid, and clasping it shut, Logan let
his eyes roam over Remy's marred back before he answered. "Not this time, baby." He jumped slightly,
as Remy turned to face him. "I uh-- I better get to town before it gets too dark." Leaning down to kiss Remy goodbye, and was immediately pulled into a deep embrace. A soft tongue met his, and wanted
more of him. He moaned as the boy threw his arms around his shoulders and pulled him even closer. Logan knew he had to pull away, or he'd never be able to leave. Standing, he went back to his dresser
and rummaged around in the second to top drawer. Finally, he decided to toss the kid his red, long-sleeved button up shirt.

Snatching it up as the shirt fell onto his lap, Remy hurried to stand up and slip it on. Burying his nose in the inside collar, Remy reveled in Logan's scent. Red on black eyes blinked largely at Logan, as his
shakey hands fumbled to button it up. The shirt had come down to barely cover his manhood, and he could tell Logan was liking the sight of him in Logan's shirt. In that instant, he was reminded of just why they were standing there. He walked over to his own dresser and opened the third drawer to retrieve a pair of neatly folded pants, and slipped them on. Remy bit his lip before tossing himself onto Logan. Drawing the man closer, they hugged, tightly.

Logan wrapped his arms around Remy. He had wanted to just hold the boy, for so long. Suddenly, in his half-drunk/half-sobre mind, he couldn't think of anything sexual, but to just hold him. The kid felt nice against him. He moaned into Remy's ear as the kid lightly bucked his hips against Logan, in an attempt to change his mind. "Kid, those charms of yours are gonna be the death of me. Or, possibly the both of us. But, damn, Rem. You feel so good."

The embrace ended as Remy pulled away from Logan. Hanging his head, he sat back down on the edge of the bed and spoke in a soft voice. "Logan, I-- I wan' t' 'xplain 'bout de charms. Remy don' have control over dem, dey control Remy, no? Y' see, when a chile grow up wit' charm, it no' easy. Petite
fille or petit boy, dey nice lookin, eh? But, dat no' enough. Dey so pretty, y' have t' touch dem, tas'e dem, keep dem close. If de chile ready f'r it, he can protec' himself. But, if he not, bad t'ings can happen, an' dat chile, he don' know why dey happen. Remy control hisself bes' he can. But, no' easy. Wit' de girl,"
he paused and gulped in shame. "was only cause Remy lonely, cher. Y' brush Remy 'way when he try t' tell y' dat he sorry. Den, y' get upset at Remy when he go on wit' his day. Pourqoi, mon cher?" Finally,
he looked up to meet Logan's hard gaze, and quickly looked away. "Logan, Remy wan' t' be good, f'r y'. Promise."

Logan bent down and turned Remy's head, by hooking a finger under his chin, to meet his gaze. "I
know, kid. That's why I'm doin this."

"Y' still leavin?" Remy looked at him, startled.

Logan nodded. "I'll be back, though."

Sighing and letting Logan pull him to his feet, he took the brown bag in his hands and carried it as he followed Logan downstairs to call a taxi, and out the front door.

They walked to the gate in silence. Logan stopped only to light a cigar, and then continued. With his cigar in one hand, he reached for the suitcase with the other. Now standing at the gate, Logan took in Remy's face. The young man was so gorgeous, bathed in warm moonlight. Sliding the gate shut, Logan was caught by the arm and turned to see Remy staring at him through metal bars.

"Y' be back in two weeks, righ', Logan?" He nodded and asked.

Logan took a deep breath and rubbed his right thumb against Remy's right cheek. "Two weeks. Promise."

Remy was kissed on the lips, and then left to watch Logan turn from him and head down the street. "Je t'aime, Logan." It had been the only thing he could think of saying at the moment. He bowed his head and turned back to the house as he was ignored.

"Yea yea." Logan had mumbled. He stepped into the taxi and sat on it's cold leather seat. Not bothering to turn around to see the house disappear, he mused on if it was the right thing to do. And, if Remy would be ok, alone.

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Remy locked the front door behind him, and headed up the stairs. Shutting off the lights on the way to
his bedroom, he stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to stare at the front door. He was sure Logan would come through the door and up to bed, but he was proven wrong. Sighing, he made his way into the bedroom and over to his dresser. Opening the top drawer, Remy reached to the back to retrieve the hidden picture of his wife.

He stared at her and laid himself down, on the bed. Laying on his left side, Remy reached for Logan's pillow and turned it lengthwise against his body, while still staring at the picture. Yawning and laying his head on Logan's pillow, he closed his eyes and gave in to exhaustion.

"Mm, Remy... Y' look los', cher. Wha's de matter?" The woman's voice was cool and soft. She lie on her back, rubbing her delicate belly with her right hand, while reaching to cup his cheek with her left. Her long, blonde hair was kinked and fanned out on her pillow. Hazel eyes searched his expression as her red lips smiled at him. Dressed only in her nightshirt, her long and thin body was quickly bringing him back to the moment.

He lay on, what was now Logan's side of the bed, and rolled onto his right side. Elbow pushed into the pillow, Remy's right hand held his head up at his right temple. "Jus' t'inkin, mon amour. Hope de baby come soon, chere. Be a good pere, no? Have a family Remy can call his own." Remy placed his left
hand on her stomach and smiled as he felt a nudge from inside.

She smiled. "De baby come, soon. An' you'd be a tres bien father. Perhaps, we have more dan one,
oui?" She smiled. Her eyes were closing rapidly, and she yawned again. "Come here. De mommy wan'
y', now."

Remy scooted closer to her, and rest his head on her shoulder as he rubbed, lazily, at her belly. He
sighed and closed his eyes.

The next thing Remy knew, his wife was clawing at him, and gasping. She screamed for him to get the doctor, and that it was time for the baby. He jumped up from the bed and hurriedly slipped on his pants and shoes as he ran for the door. Checking the clock and not believing it was only 1 AM, he grabbed his car keys and raced out the door.

As he opened the car door and sat down, he blinked and found himself dressed in black. A tiny baby was crying in his arms, and he was staring down at a cold and grey gravestone in the cemetary. Countless people had all told him they were sorry for his loss, and their best wishes and offers of help were with him.

Michel was by his side, an arm curled around Remy's shoulders and pulled them close. Remy had rest his head on Michel's shoulder and nestled the baby close. He stared at the words on the stone, and tried to make sense of it. He couldn't.

Next, the baby was gone and he was sitting in the bathtub, lost in his own fantasies. Michel had
assaulted him and he hurt from the repetitious rape. He knew the older man would do something like this, to him. What shocked him was, he liked it. He had always wanted to be closer to Michel. And, have the older man want him.

Remy woke up, briefly, to look about the room. Logan had been serious about not coming back for a
few weeks. He sighed and hugged the pillow. Nestling his cheek against it, he drifted to sleep again.

Michel's office. Michel was sitting at his desk, Remy was atop him and moving his body up and down on Michel's hard length. While the older man was fully dressed, Remy was clad only in an open white shirt. His fingers dug into Michel's shirt as he gripped the man's shoulders, tightly. Remy was panting, loudly, and clenching himself around Michel's manhood as he pulled himself up, each time.

The man held onto Remy's lean hips and tensed as the boy pushed down to bury Michel completely inside him. Come exploded inside him, as tears rolled down Remy's pale cheeks and onto Michel's white shirt. Michel was staring up at the sobbing boy on his lap. "Shhh, Remy." Wiping his left hand at the tears. "De pain go 'way, soon, boy. Ol Michel take all your pain away. Y' don' need love, boy. Y' need a good fucking, no?"

"Oui, cher." Remy sighed and pulled the man into a brief embrace before removing him and moving to get dressed.

Turning around, Remy came face to face with Logan. But, something wasn't right. This wasn't the Logan he knew. This Logan was different. Smiling, laughing, and kissing a woman while holding her close. Remy watched as a child ran up and wrapped herself around Logan's right leg. Was this what Logan really wanted in his life? Was this what he needed?

Remy woke up, sobbing. He curled himself against the headboard and embraced Logan's pillow tightly. What a time to be alone, he thought to himself.

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Logan spent the next week and a half, thinking only of Remy. The way Remy smelled, moved, slept, ate and spoke was all he could think about. Anything that reminded him of Remy, made him so incredibly aroused that he couldn't move from the bed, or walk straight. He loved the way the kid felt, beside him. That thought only aroused him more.

He leaned himself against the headboard and let his hand rub against his stiff length that had been hidden behind his cotton boxers. Remembering the soft peppery scent of the kid and the way his hair always seemed to smell of fruit, gave him the courage to remove himself and stroke his errection fully.

All that had been on his mind was the beautiful young man, who was so elegant and loving. Clearly, the kid deserved to be happy, and unmarred. Yet, something was clearly eating at him the night he left. Remy was unhappy at first, then he was in a better mood as Logan headed for the taxi?

Nonchalantly, Logan was stroking himself to the jumble of thoughts. He orgasmed at least twice, but the third had proven more erotic than the others. Putting off his orgasm, he concentrated on the young
man's features. Sparkling auburn hair, radiant skin that was normally flawless- now bruised and scraped and probably still blistered. Strange, yet provocative red on black eyes. Movement was another talent the boy caressed. So fluid and soft. Voice of a cajun angel. Pulling and squeezing himself, it had taken him
by surprise when he did finally orgasm. Warm, wet, and thick streams had shot out onto his chest as his hips twitched at the spasms. He had whispered Remy's name, repeatedly.

As he cleaned up, he could have sworn he caught scent of the young man that haunted him. Cautiously moving over to the window, and peering out from behind the curtains of his second storey room, his
eyes caught an object. Silently thanking himself for opening the window a few inches an hour before, he watched the young man who stood across the street.

Remy was smiling and chatting to a woman as he carried her groceries for her. The kid had done a marvelous job at hiding the bruises. Dressed in a black suit with white shirt, and black shoes, he looked so beautiful. The long auburn hair had been neatly pulled back into a loose ponytail. Remy's left side had given Logan most of the information on how the kid was doing without him.

Ducking out of view as Remy had turned his direction and had clearly started to look for something, or someone, he almost felt shame. He wanted to reach out and touch him. And for once, he hadn't wanted
a drink in that week and a half. There were tons of other people on the street, but somehow, the only person he saw was Remy. All he wanted was Remy. And once he had him, he drank, and hit, and degraded him.

As Remy and the woman walked out of his view, Logan reminded himself that he only had a few days left. And it was obvious the kid was doing better than expected, without him. He sighed.

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Remy had been in town to have dinner with a lady, and also try to catch a glimpse of Logan. He had to know if the older man was keeping to his word, and for nearly two weeks, he hadn't seen any sign of him.

After dinner, Remy had walked her to her car, and said goodbye.

Walking back to his own car, it started raining heavily. Hurrying inside, the rain was pouring and to make matters worse, the car refused to start on the first and second tries. On the third try, it started. He made
it half way home when the engine quit and left him stranded on the side of the deserted dirt road.

Remy hit, angrily, at the steering wheel as if it were some enemy of his. Fighting back sobs and pent up depressions mixed with angers, he sighed and got out of the car. Letting the door slam shut, he started walking the rest of the way home. He hadn't cared about the rain, or the car that still had the keys in the ignition. All he'd cared about was the day, minute, instant that Logan would walk through his front door and be home.

By the time he had gotten home, it was extremely late, and he realised that his keys to the front door had been left behind, along with the unmoving automobile. So, instead of doing what his mind told him to,
and open the door via kinetics, he decided to fall asleep on the wooden porch swing and wait for morning.

The next thing he knew, a gentle hand was shaking him back to consciousness. It was daylight, and the sun had been just coming up. He looked up to see Monique standing over him. He rubbed his face and sat up.

"Where de car, monsieur? You in an accident again?"

"Non, chere, de damn car die on de side of de road. We go get it, oui?" Remy looked up at her and coughed terribly as he stood himself up and stretched.

"Oui. Den, you go to bed. Y' don' need t' be catchin cold, Remy. Come chile, y' need t' get dry and
warm, firs'." Monique wrapped an arm around his shoulders and guided him inside.

"Kay." He coughed again and covered his mouth.

She led him upstairs and helped him into a nice warm bath and dry clothes. While he dressed, she went downstairs to fix hot oatmeal for him to eat. She had always made sure he was well fed and cared for, even if he didn't always agree.

When he finished, they both climbed into her late model car and left to drag his back home.

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Remy lay in bed, coughing. For two days that was all he had managed to do without passing out from exhaustion, and even that was becoming tiresome. Monique had brought him glass upon glass of water and crackers. He thanked her and routinely asked if Logan was there, yet. After each "no", he had rolled onto his left side and tried to bury himself into Logan's pillow. His coughs choked his soundless sobs and his fever gradually rose. He silently admitted to himself that if Logan was gone for good, then there was no more need for him.

Monique strongly disagreed.

It was now the middle of the night and Monique had made sure Remy was asleep, before settling into a chair with a blanket, at the end of his bed, and yawned. She had played nurse to him for two days, and was tired. After fighting with him to ring the doctor, and losing, she had all but given up. He dismissed her time and time again to go home for some rest, yet she stayed.

The chair hadn't been too uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly the chair to fall asleep in, either. She rested. She opened her eyes every few minutes to check on him, and listen to his increasingly harsh coughs. Cringing and rising to help him drink some water, she wondered if Logan was coming back. Monique knew very well that Remy was serious about letting the sickness and fever claim him, if he didn't return, but she had no way of letting Logan know that. Monique sighed and tended to him.

An hour later, as Monique sat in the chair, Remy had sat up to watch her sleep and listen for any other footsteps in the house. It was today. He knew it. Logan wouldn't be happy that Remy was sick, but that hadn't bothered him. All he had wanted was to see Logan and hold him close.

Dawn was approaching, and Monique had forced herself ot wake up when she didn't hear Remy's coughs. She stood up and gasped at the empty bed. Checking the room and not finding him, she hurried out of the room to find him. "M'sieur? Chile, where a'e ya?" No sooner had she said that than she
focused on a figure sitting down and leaning against the bannister. waiting for the front door to open.

Remy sat nearly halfway down the staircase, dozing. Dressed in only his boxers, he was shivering and holding himself. He rocked himself and whispered for the door to open. He jumped slightly as a blanket was placed about his shoulders and someone sat beside him. "He be here soon, chere. I know it."

Monique nodded. "D' y' t'ink dat he gon' let y' sit dere, an' wait f'r him, when y' sick?"

Remy dropped his head and mumbled a soft "no". But, he had wanted to be there when Logan came through the door. Now, he was being pulled to his feet and helped back into bed.

"I tell y' when he come, chile. Y' rest." She soothed and tucked him in.

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Later that afternoon, Remy had finally fallen asleep and Monique had slipped out to run to the market. He had been mainly motionless, but always managed to snuggle as close to Logan's side of the bed as he could. He coughed and choked, but refused to sit up and drink water. He could feel himself being the
only one in the house, so who was to stop him, if Logan shouldn't come back?

He was coughing again. It hurt to cough. It also hurt to move, breathe, speak, or whimper. He perked as he heard the front door close. Telling himself it was only Monique, he sighed and rolled back onto his left side, from his back. Kicking off the covers and coughing again, he listened again. The sound was gone. He was coughing again, this time it felt like he had swallowed sandpaper and acid.

Remy had his eyes closed and felt a hand roll him back onto his back. A man's hand? Monique must have gone to get the doctor who lived up the road. The man was wiping him down with a cool, wet cloth. He opened his eyes and was shocked to find that the blurry figure above him, was who he had been waiting for. A Mirage? Had his delirium done this?

"Hey kid." The man smiled and continued to pat and wipe him down with the cloth.

It was Logan. Joy. "Y' home?" Remy asked as he fought to see straight.

Logan stopped and smiled again. "Yea, baby. I'm home." His smile faded as he watched Remy roll away from him and cough again. He could smell the salt in the tears that threatened to fall, and hear the pain in Remy's voice as he barked out coughs that had become chokingly horrible.

When the coughs ended, Remy rolled back over, sat up and hugged Logan. "Missed you, cher." He pulled away and looked into Logan's eyes. "Y' eat yet? Remy fix you a nice dinner." His coughs had thrown his balance off, and he nearly fell face first over Logan's lap and onto the floor, but an arm around him, stopped him. He was being laid back down, and stared at with a questionable expression on Logan's face.

Logan shrugged as Remy squirmed and did his best to sit up, against the headboard. As he tucked a pillow behind remy, he answered. "No. I'm not hungry." He looked to the bedside table and reached for the bowl. "But, I made you some soup. Still hot, too. Try some." He smiled as the boy accepted. He fed Remy, and stopped at every cough, to wipe away the tears and spills of soup the boy had coughed up.

As Remy finished the soup, he yawned and smiled as he hugged Logan, who had been laying him back down to rest. Gathering the cloth and excusing himself to rinse it out, he kissed the boy's forehead and felt the heat of the fever. When he came back, he asked Remy how he became sick. He growled, quietly, as Remy blushed and looked away.

"De car broke down, started raining. Was stranded an' 'ad t' walk home. Was days ago." He coughed again before looking back at Logan.

Logan continued to wipe the boy down. "Did you call the doc?"

Remy shook his head. "Non. Remy take care o' hisself." He said, confidently. He coughed again and was relieved to find it was only a short spell, this time.

"And ya got a fever of 102." Logan grunted. "But, I'm here now. Want some more soup?"

Yawning, Remy shook his head again. "Non. Remy too tired, cher."

Logan nodded and inhaled, deeply. "Aight. You get some rest. I'll check on ya in a while." His attempt to stand up and leave was halted by Remy grabbing him by the wrist.

"Stay. No see you in two weeks, and Remy feel awful. Please?" Remy pleaded as best he could.

Logan sighed and smiled. "Okay. But, I'm gonna get you some fresh water AND more soup." Collecting the bowl and glass, he made his way, quickly, downstairs.

After a minute of being alone, Remy suddenly felt sick. His head swam and his stomach turned and rose. Stumbling out of bed, and crawling as fast as he could to the bathroom, he had made it just in time to
lean over the bowl and vomit. His body shook as the contents omitted themselves from his stomach. Before long, he was leaning against the bowl, and then someone was beside him. He was being moved, and cleaned with a cool cloth. Then, he was being lifted off of the floor and carried back to the bedroom. Logan's shoulder felt nice to snuggle into.

He was being laid back down in bed, again. Logan's warmth was retreating from him. He sighed but didn't open his eyes. A few seconds later, Logan was lying down beside him on the bed. Remy was being hugged and embraced as Logan wrapped his arms around him and fixed the comforter to cover them.

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As Remy had been asleep for two days, Logan made it a point to do something around the house. He'd managed to repaint the porch, trim the front lawn, and fix the gate where it had been off the hinges a little. Checking in on Remy every hour or so, Logan had started to fix the car.

"S' it fixed, cher?" Remy had wrapped himself up in an extra blanket, and slipped out of the house while Logan had been busy with the car. He came to stand next to Logan and watch as the man was bent over the engine.

"Almost. And, what are you doin outta bed, boy? Tryin to get sick all over again?" Logan straightened
and looked at Remy, as he wiped his hands on a cloth hanging from his left front pants pocket. He
looked Remy up and down, and shook his head.

"Feel better." Remy followed as Logan brushed past him to sit in the driver's seat and turn the key. "Logan, I been t'inkin. Mebbe, ..... mebbe Remy shoul' go back t' work? Mmm, Not as..." He was cut
off by Logan's cold glare. "Non, non Logan. Remy done wit' bein a whore, cher. B-b-but, was t'inkin dat mebbe he get a job, in town? Only make love t' y', cher. Remy know dat. Jus' a t'ought." He shrugged and kicked at the dirt. His bare feet are what made Logan furious.

"Get inside. We'll talk about this later."

"Kay." Remy shrugged and went back inside, and sat down on the sofa. After a moment, he yawned and decided to lie down for a while. He sat up a half hour later as Logan came through the door. Watching
the older man drink a glass of water, Remy decided to ask again. "Can Remy get a job, Logan?"

Logan came to sit down in the chair across from him and stare at Remy. "Why? Between the both of us, we have enough to live here for a long time. You could have had a decent job after that shit with Michel ended. But you chose to do what he wanted. So, why now, Remy?" Logan's tone raised and deepened in anger.

"Somet'in t' do, cher. Remy had a job 'fore Michel. Jus' wan' somet'in to do while y're gone, cher. You always away, an' Remy jus' here--" He stopped as Logan stood up and started to walk to the entrance way.

Stopping just short of the doorway, Logan turned around and watched Remy stand up and huddle the blanket around him. "And, what did you do before? A gopher for him? Did you charm people into goin to him for business?"

"Non, Logan. Remy was a...."

"Goddamn it Remy! Ya know, you really try my patience sometimes. " Logan was next to furious, and proved it as he threw the almost empty glass past Remy and watched it hit the tall bookshelf behind him. He sighed and mumbled as he made his way back to the kitchen. When he came back, Remy had lost the blanket and was picking up the pieces of broken glass.

Remy stood and set the pieces on the table beside the sofa. He eyed Logan carefully. Standing only in his boxers, his hands fidgeted in front of him, and didn't make a move until Logan moved to sit back down
in the chair. Remy cautiously knelt in front of Logan, wrapped his arms around the man's waist and rested his head on Logan's chest. "Desole, Logan. But, tired of stayin here all de time. I be good, promise. Was t'inkin bout mebbe a chef, non?"

"I don't want to talk about it, now. Get back to bed. Middle of November, and yer runnin 'round in
nothin but shorts." Logan shrugged Remy off of him and looked away from him.

"No. Why can' we talk 'bout it, now? Logan, Remy can do somet'in ot'er dan jus' fuck. Gets lonely wit'out you. Y' no t'ink Remy can do somet'ing, cher? Mebbe I su'prise y', non?" Remy flashed a confident grin up at Logan but let it fade when Logan stood up and came to stand in the middle of the room.

Logan sighed, angrily. "I said, enough. If you want to do somethin, fine. Do it. Don't sell me on it."

Remy stood up. Bowing his head, he shrugged. "Kay, cher. Jus' a whore, den."

Growling at the comment, Logan turned and grabbed the young man. Throwing him into the bookcase, behind him, he watched as Remy landed and shook his head to clear the daze. Logan walked up to Remy and knelt over him. Drawing his fist back, he planted it in the middle of Remy's chest, but it hadn't been in a harming way. As the young man gave a terrified cry, he scoffed and pushed Remy to lie flat on the floor. "I don't want to hear that word, again. Understand me??"

Remy nodded.

"Good. Get back to bed before I put ya in the hospital for it." He stood up and pulled Remy to his feet.

Rubbing his chest and hurrying for the stairs, Remy coughed. Why had Logan punched him? He'd never done that before. Remy didn't quite understand what was going on. Perhaps Monique was right. Maybe he did need a woman's touch, but he loved Logan.

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That night, Logan came into the room and noticed that Remy was asleep. Good. The kid had needed a rest from himself for awhile. Sitting down on his side of the bed, he removed his clothing and laid down. Logan rolled onto his right side, propped his head up on his elbow, and watched Remy sleep.

Remy was on his back, and sighing in his sleep. He rolled onto his right side and curled an arm under his pillow. His dreams had become dark, depressing visions. Containing a cough, he yawned. His chest and back were still throbbing, but dully. He wondered if Logan left the mess for him to clean up in the morning. Remy cleared his throat and jumped as Logan's arm was around his stomach, pulling his closer to him. "Sorry, Logan."

"For what?"

Remy shrugged. "Bein stupid."

"You aren't stupid, darlin. What were ya, before? Job wise."

A Yawn. "Remy work in de bookstore. Den it close down, dey gave Remy some books. Won' bring it up 'gain, cher. I know."

"Hm." Logan kissed Remy's shoulder. "You can work, kid. I aint gonna stop ya."  He released him and rolled back over onto his back.

Remy turned his head and then rolled himself to lie on the opposite side. "Never wanted t' be a wh--....
dat word, cher. Dat was Michel's way. Remy jus' want t' love someone an' be happy, oui? I- I- I love y', Logan. Miss y' when y' gone, an' Monique, she only comfort Remy. She tell me, y' be back soon, so I wait. Den, met dis fille in town, she nice. From Quebec....? So, Remy take her t' dinner, an' we have a bon time. But, s' no' you, cher."

Logan took in all of what Remy was saying. He raised his right hand up to play with Remy's hair as the young man was talking. All he could think about was how he loved the kid too. "Okay, okay. Shhh. I get the picture, kiddo. Come here, we both need sleep." Snuggling Remy down, onto his chest, and continuing to play with his hair, he smiled as Remy reached under the blanket and ran his long fingers against his drowsy erection. "That aint sleepin, Remy." He smiled.

"Y' like dat, mon amour?" Remy lifted his head off of Logan's chest and looked at him. His eyes glowed faintly as he smiled.

Capturing Remy's hand, gently, he held him there. "You still have a fever, kid. We need to break that, before we can do anything else. Be a good boy, maybe we'll do somethin with this, later. Okay?" He smiled and moved Remy to kiss him.

"Okay." Remy whispered as he snuggled back against Logan and fell into a blissful sleep.
 
 

To be continued.........