AUTHOR: SisterWine
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.
 

1929, New Year's Eve day
 

Logan had been up for hours and downstairs making breakfast and setting the table. Remy had been working late all week, so he thought he would let the kid have a rest from cooking for one day. Eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee were his treats for Remy, as well as an after breakfast romp.

Listening and looking at the ceiling, in the kitchen, he stopped and quirked a smile. Making his way out of the kitchen and up the stairs, Logan turned the corner and stopped in the doorway to watch Remy enjoy a bath.

Remy sat with his back to Logan. His head leaned back and he moaned softly. A soft gasp escaped him, and a slight jerk told the man behind him what was going on. The warmth of the water carressed him. He licked his lips and whispered Logan's name, softly. Remy tensed as he stroked himself a bit more firmly. Repeating Logan's name, he was oblivious to the fact that the object of his fantasy was now leaning against the sink.

As Logan watched, and listened, he noticed that Remy was completey lost in his fantasy of himself and apparently, Logan. He could feel himself rising to the occasion, and that seemed to make Remy all the more aroused. With his arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles, he leaned against the sink and took
in the sight of Remy stroking himself.

Long, languid strokes in a soft, unbroken motion. His eyes were closed and his lips were embraced by his soft pink tongue, every so often. His cheeks flushed and sharp yet pleasant gasps escaped him as he stroked himself more firmly. Remy's left hand cupped his hairless balls, while his right pulled and squeezed at his long, hard length. His orgasm was too close for him to hold back any further. Remy gasped and moaned as his breath caught and his hips jerked up, his manhood releasing wave upon wave of hot, sticky orgasm.

"Mmmm."

The voice startled Remy. Looking over at the figure, his cheeks flushed again, and he smiled. The man came closer to him and knelt next to him. His fingers caressed Remy's left cheek before his lips were met with the older man's.

"Y' help me wash up, Logan?"

Logan shook his head and laughed. "No, I think I'd like to watch how yer gonna do that, after that little fantasy you had. Sides, breakfast is getting burnt. Hurry up."

"Kay."

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Remy was dressed and standing in the bedroom with his arms full of clean linens and waiting for Logan to come upstairs from washing dishes. He had already stripped the bed and pillows.

As Logan came up the stairs, he could hear Remy's record player playing Glen Miller. The kid loved that record, and only played it at special occasions. Turning the corner, into the room, He silently watched
as Remy had started humming along and subtly dance along with the beat.

When Remy noticed Logan in the doorway, he stopped and smiled sheepishly back. "You gon' help me make de bed, or jus' stand dere?"

"Mmm, maybe both."

Laughing, Remy tossed the folded top sheet at Logan and laughed even harder as Logan tossed it back and chased him around the room. They toppled onto the bed, on Remy's side, and snuggled before remembering why they were there.

They started at the end of the bed. When Logan would pull, Remy would pull back and yank the sheet from Logan. He'd laugh as Logan's expression became confused and finally playful. He was promised revenge, several times, and only snickered at them.

Finishing the bottom sheet, Logan looked up to find Remy enthralled in the corner fittings and wasn't really paying attention to anything else. He smirked to himself and shook the pillow he was holding, into the case. Suddenly, he had an idea. The perfect payback, and the kid would never know what hit him. Shaking it one last time, Logan tossed it at Remy and watched as it hit him square in the face, sending the kid back and away from the bed. He laughed but stopped as Remy threw the pillow back at him.

Remy laughed this time and managed to dodge Logan's playing pawings. Logan had reached out and pulled him onto the bed to settle the pillow fight, and he happily obliged. They swatted and laughed at eachother before lying down on the bed and panting. Remy rolled over to face Logan and bury himself
in the man's chest.

Logan smiled and held him.

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Five months had passed and Remy had been working double shifts all week. This made Logan somewhat uncomfortable. It was one thing to know Remy had a job, but it was another to know that
he was gone for a day and half the night, every other day.

He was back to drinking again. This time it was a full bottle of import wine, from the cellar. He was sitting outside, on the front porch, waiting for Remy to come home. At 1:30 in the morning, he was quite sloshed and ready to punch the kid for staying out so late.

When Remy finally pulled the car into the drive, he hesitated for a moment before getting out. Opening the door, getting out, he winced and sighed. Remy shut the door and made his way, slowly, to the porch.

"Yer late, kid." Logan growled, smoking his cigar.

"Oui. I know. Logan, I-... don' be upset wit' me, ok? Remy.... well, Paul, he...." Remy sighed and stepped closer.

Logan sniffed. Salty scents tinged with copper flooded his nose. "Come here." Standing up and biting
his cigar to free both of his hands, he pulled Remy closer to him. With one hand, he reached behind Remy and let the other undo the pant fastenings. He roughly slid his hand between the materials and down in between Remy's bottom and felt for the wetness. His eyes caught Remy's embarrassed blush, as he removed his hand.

Semen and....... blood?

Remy bowed his head and crushed himself against Logan's chest. He shook and gasped at the touch.
"'m sorry, Logan."

Logan growled. He grabbed Remy by the arm and dragged him back into the house, stopping in the entranceway. "What the hell is this? What have I told you about fuckin people?!" He was almost to the point of livid, but something in the way Remy had started to answer told him it wasn't his fault.

"No Remy's fault, cher. Honest. Please Logan, I clean up den I tell y', kay?" Remy shook and backed away from Logan as the man let go of him. He turned and headed for the stairs but stopped as Logan cleared his throat.

Logan sighed and swallowed. "Sit."

"Non, cher. Please? Hur's too much." Remy whispered but didn't turn around.

"Then, stand. Either way yer not movin till you tell me what happened. What about Paul? Talk to me, boy, or so help me..."

Turning around, Remy both saw and felt Logan's anger, but it wasn't directed at him. For once. "Was
in de back room, closin. F'got Paul was still dere, an' Remy was s' tired. He slip an' Paul..... well..... Sorry, Logan. Didn' wan dis t' happen."

Logan sniffed again. He knew Remy was telling the truth. "Obviously, you wanted it too, otherwise, I'm sure you would have zapped him."

Remy shook his head. "Remy hasn' used his power since Michel's--." He looked at the floor. "Only wan' you, cher."

Nodding, Logan hugged the young man and followed him upstairs to the bath.

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A month later, Logan walked into the diner to pick Remy up after he clocked out. He had been doing
this ever since Remy came home that night. He didn't mind it, much. Paul had managed to avoid seeing Logan, which made Logan all the more pleasant to be around.

As Remy came out of the kitchen and turned off the lights to the diner, he stopped and waited for
Logan and his manager to say goodbye before being ushered out of the door. Opening the door and sitting down in the passenger seat, he waited for Logan to get in and start the car.

"I told your manager about you takin off for a week. I have a few plans for us." Logan said as he shut the door. The engine started and they headed for home. Not looking at Remy, he cleared his throat as
he drove past Michel's still-standing burnt house. He noted Remy's uneasy reaction. "It's still there, kid. You did a helluva job."

"Hm." Remy sighed and blankly stared at the burnt structure as they passed.

Logan glanced over to the passenger seat. "You okay?" He waited for an answer. "Hey..?"

"Fine, Logan. What we gon' do for a week?" Remy looked from the window to the older man.

Smirking and patting Remy's thigh, he turned a corner and stopped at a stop sign. "You'll see." He
looked over at the kid to see an inquisitive expression. "It's a surprise. Just a little somethin to cheer you up, and relax ya. And, startin tomorrow, you're gonna be restin."

Remy raised an eyebrow. "Okay."

Logan pulled the car up to the gate and got out to open it. When he came back, he noted Remy had
been yawning and coughing again. He guessed that it had been the night before when they were out sitting on the roof, overlooking the backyard, and talking about things that bothered them. The nights were still cool for the start of Spring. Remy hadn't been much for wearing a more heavier shirt, but settled for putting on his trademark trenchcoat.

As the car was parked in front of the house, Remy had gotten out and volunteered to go back and shut the gate. He strolled back to the gate before Logan could object, and shut it. When he returned, Logan had already gone inside and turned on the lights. He sighed to himself and decided to sit on the front porch swing before going in.

He sat there in the dark for minutes before the front door opened and Logan stepped out. He sat there, staring at the front gate as if someone was about to pull up and join them. His attentions were drawn to Logan as the man crossed in front of him and sat to Remy's left.

"What's the matter, kid?" Logan wrapped an arm around Remy's shoulders and pulled him closer to him.

Remy shrugged and sighed. He closed his eyes for a minute and snuggled into Logan's warm chest. "Been t'rough alot, huh, Logan? Remy stay wit' you, Logan? Give ya an't'in ya wan'. But, don' leave, ok?"

"I'm not goin anywhere, Rem. Now, what's the matter?"

"D' y' t'ink we always be t'get'er, Logan? Can' imagine m'self wit'out you, cher. When y' wen' away, all Remy could t'ink 'bout was Logan. Den ya come back, an' Remy sick. Y' get angry wit' me when I do somet'in wrong, but you always forgive Remy. Wan' y' t' come live wit' me cause Remy know y' need him. Why y' love me, Logan?" Remy leaned forward and rest his weight on his palms, before looking back at Logan.

"I think back to before we met, and I think of what I was like. Lookin at you, I see exactly what I was like. Maybe not the same professions and such, but there is enough of a similarity there. Rem, before you, I've never thought about screwin another guy. But, you and yer charms changed my mind. Now, you should get inside and up to bed. Big day tomorrow." Logan patted Remy's shoulder and helped him to his feet and into the house.

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The doorbell chimed at half past 8, the next morning. Logan answered the door. He smiled and waved the woman inside. Telling her to go upstairs, he headed for the backyard to tell Remy to come in for his surprise.

Remy had been lounging on a low branch in his favourite tree when Logan called to him. Sitting up and turning around, he gave Logan an uneasy look and hopped down. "Wha's de matter, Logan?" Remy hurried onto the porch and was shoved inside.

"Get upstairs. Somethin I gotta show you."

Logan pushed Remy up the stairs and through the bedroom door. He stood behind a shocked Remy, as the kid took two steps into the room and froze when he saw someone lying on his bed.

The woman was completely nude, and lounging on her stomach, on Remy's side of the bed. Her long red hair caped her slender, pale back and she smiled at Remy with soft, seductively violet eyes. A thin, long body rolled over and rest on her back, hands behind her head. "Like what ya see, sugar?" She sat
up and reached out for him. "C'mere, Remy."

Remy shook and backed up. He turned around and ran into Logan, in the doorway. "Non, non.... Please, Logan? Remy be so good, cher. Only wan' you, mon amour." He begged as he wrapped his arms
around Logan's shoulders and hugged him.

"Shhh shh, it's ok." Logan soothed as he started to unbutton Remy's fresh white shirt and slip it off his shoulders. "It was my idea. You need somethin different, kiddo. Sit down, on the bed. Let her have ya, Rem." Kissing Remy's lips and staring, calmly, into Remy's shocked expression, he smiled. "Come for her. Make her feel you insider her. You need this, Rem. And I can't give it to ya."

The woman had come to stand behind Remy and finish undressing him, easily. Reaching around to unfasten his pants and push them down, she smiled as both she and Logan shared eye contact. Whispering into Remy's ear, and pulling him back to the bed, she turned him around to face her and kissed him gently. She smiled as Remy had slowly given in to her and kissed her back.

She had managed to remove his clothing completely and position him on top of her, as she lie back on the bed. Massaging him, gently, she kept eye contact with Logan until he nodded his aprroval and leaned against the doorframe to watch. Her eyes locked on his as she placed his erection inside her. He gasped as her lips kissed his, and her hands pulled his hips close to hers. "Fuck me, Remy." She whispered,
and moaned as he had started to move inside her.

Remy kept his focus on her, but let his empathy feel Logan as a precaution. What he felt puzzled him. Logan had always told him not to mess around with anyone but him, now he was being told by Logan, that he was allowed. A dull throb burned inside him and brought him out of his musings. His pace had started to quicken and become more firm. Letting his fingers play with her soft, full breasts, he kissed her lips so passionately he had almost forgotten about Logan in the doorway. Pushing in once more, he gasped and his breath caught momentarily as he came.

"Ooooh, so good, Remy. You're gonna hafta come again, for me." She panted and smiled up at him.

Remy smiled back, and briefly glanced behind him as he remembered where he was. Staring at Logan with skittish eyes, he was struck with a tingling feeling at the back of his mind. He could feel himself becoming aroused again, and knew who was overpowering him. Gasping again, as if he was being squeezed out of his own breath, Remy's eyes glowed brightly as he turned back to look at the woman beneath him.

She smiled and moaned as Remy started an extremely lust-filled rhythm inside her. Arching up, into his thrusts, she moaned again and caught Logan's expression as he casually slipped out of the doorway. When her orgasm hit, they had both been out of breath and clung ever-so-tightly to the other.

Positions changed, and so did the ideas, but the lust and need was still very much the same for both parties. The only set back was that Logan had decided not to join them. Understanding that had made Remy feel uneasy about it. He was making love- and liking it- to a woman, in his house, in his own bed, and Logan wasn't in the room.

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Logan sat in the library, on the sofa, and listened to Remy pleasure the girl. Sighing to himself and realising that the kid seemed more happier with a woman, he closed his eyes and mused. He had already smoked 2 cigars, and was working on his third, when he heard footsteps on the stairs. After about 2 hours of nonstop play, someone could walk. And, was coming to talk to him.

"He's asleep." She said softly, as Logan glanced over at her. She had slipped on her summer dress,
agian, and smoothed her hair. Her bare feet made a soft shuffling sound as she moved.

"Good. Kid needed somethin to relax him. He aint slept in a good while. Thanks, Amanda." Logan exhaled smoke and let her sit beside him. His nose picked up Remy's salty scent on her, instantly.

Smiling and taking Logan's free hand in hers, she blinked. "It wasn't a problem. I can see he really loves you by the way he tensed after you left. But, why ask me to do this?"

"I just wanted to know what he really wanted. What he needs. He never really opened up to me about before we were together, so I thought I'd find out for myself. Amanda, he needs someone he loves and trusts. Someone to take care of him. Definately someone who trusts him." He hated admitting it.

"So, what makes you think he doesn't want you to be that person?" She gave him a quizzical look.

Logan winced. "Because I can't give him a marriage, or a family. And that's how it should be. I wasn't....... gay........ before I met him, and I get the feelin, he really wasn't either. He's young. He should have a woman, and kids, and be a kid himself. Michel took that from him."

Amanda moved to kneel in front of Logan and grinned up at him. "You need a woman, too, right?" Easing his legs apart, her right hand reached up to massage his covered erection. "I bet you've also been needing a good woman to screw for so long, that you've been waiting for this night to come up."

Logan watched her as she continued her massagings. He hadn't stopped her, and wasn't about to start, just yet. A low moan in his throat gave subtle hints to her that she was doing a good job. "That aint why I asked ya here."

She smirked and moved to straddle his lap. "Logan, he's so in love with you, he cried and whispered your name during his orgasm. He loves women, and sex, yea. But, he really loves you too." Kissing him and letting him taste his lover on her lips, Amanda pressed herself against him.

They kissed for what seemed like an hour. Both tasting Remy and each other. When the kiss broke,
both of them moaned and blushed.

"He's awake. How 'bout we go share this moment with him?" Logan listened and whispered into the
kiss.

"Sounds fun. I always wondered what you two were like in the same bed." Smirking and winking at him, she slid off of him and pulled him to his feet.

For a whole week, the three of them spent most of it in bed, when they weren't doing other things. Logan learned that Remy had really come to open up and be more comfortable with the situation, when Logan was around. In fact, he was surprised to learn that Remy had wanted him to be close to him so that Logan could see just how Remy felt about him.

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By November, Logan was drinking again. This time, he had been drinking much more heavier than before. His rages were very short fused, and there hadn't been a time that Remy wasn't the focus or the receiver of the anger.

When Thanksgiving came, instead of a turkey dinner and romance, Remy had been brutally kicked
down the stairs, slammed into walls, and raped on the front lawn in the middle of a terrible rainstorm,
as well as other places. And, each time, he begged Logan not to do it again. There had also been nights when Logan locked him out of the house, after coming home even a few minutes late. Sometimes he'd be out on the front porch all night. Other times, Logan would sobre up enough to carry him up to bed. Eventhough he had his house keys in hand, he felt Logan's boiling rage on the other side of the door.

And as Christmas approached, Remy had had to bail Logan out of jail at least twice for domestic violence. And, it had been Remy who had rang the police.

There had been days when Logan was somewhat sobre, and spent the days apologizing profusely about what happened. Kissing Remy's every bruise and scratch, and broken bone until Remy finally pushed him away and went to sit in his tree. He had lost his job due to the bruises and absences that he refused to explain.

When New Years came, Remy was ready to pack a suitcase and leave the house. He had had enough, but he found that he couldn't bring himself to open the door. It killed him that he loved Logan, and
Logan was killing him. Logan hadn't been there to stop him. Yet, he stopped himself and found himself unpacking.

Logan came through the front door as he had just finished unpacking for the seventh time, and put away his suitcase. He jumped when he turned around to see a drunken Logan standing in the doorway. Remy smiled and backed up a step.

"Need some help, Logan? Y' come t' bed, now?"

Logan staggered into the room and pushed Remy into the wall, as he made his way to his side of the bed. Clearing his throat and dropping himself onto the bed, he fell into a twisted-dream sleep. His mind tortured him with pictures of Remy and Amanda, making love and laughing, while he watched. The
next thing he felt, was Remy's body slowly easing it's way to lay beside him.

"I love you, Logan. Please don' be angry.....?" Remy whispered and snuggled close to Logan. He was naked and shaking. Pulling the covers over them, he yawned.

Logan growled softly and rolled away from Remy. "Go to sleep, kid." He mumbled.

Remy sighed and rolled over onto his right side and sat up. Sliding out of bed, he was grabbed at the wrist by a crushing grip. "Jus' goin t' de bat'room, cher." He yelped as he was pulled back to bed and growled at.

Logan rolled himself to loom over Remy and try to focus on him. "Don't lie to me."

"No lyin, cher. Y' sleepin, so, Remy go t' de bat'room an'--- NGH!" Remy was silenced abruptly as a hand fisted around his throbbing erection.

Logan growled and hissed at Remy as he squeezed the legnth tighter. "Yer only hard cause I am. But, I know how to contain my dick. You should try containin yours."

Remy nodded and whimpered in pain, from the grip. He fisted his hands into Logan's shirt and pushed, trying to get the older man to release him. "I will, Logan. Unh, please.. y' hurtin me. Please, le' go?" Remy tried not to squirm in fear of being squeezed harder or worse.

Logan released him and rolled back over. "What do ya want, kid? Fuckin? Suckin? Dick? Ass? Or,.... cunt? What, Remy?" Closing his eyes and settling down into the bed.

"Non. I wan' you, cher. Jus' you. Don' have ta have sex, Logan. Can I jus' hold you?" Remy rolled onto his left side and propped himself up on his elbow. His right hand traced circles on Logan's right arm.

Logan sighed and pulled Remy closer to him. Playing with the kid's hair, he cleared his throat and removed the hairtie, letting Remy's long, auburn locks fall loose down his slender back. He ran his hand through Remy's hair and moaned softly.

Pulling Remy ontop of him, he unzipped himself and freed his manhood. Pre-come had dribbled over
the tip, and he rubbed it into the tip with his thumb. Remy had lifted himself up and straddled Logan as he pushed his erection into Remy. He was grabbed and held, tightly, as Remy gasped and forced
himself to relax at the intrusion. He then let Remy take over in their quiet sex before he couldn't take it  anymore and rolled them over to pound into Remy.

Logan eventually came in a mad rush, and let Remy have his own orgasm before drifting off to a snuggled slumber in each other's arms.

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By mid November, they had been through fights over their relationship and what each wanted. Logan had always won. And Remy would be the one picking up the pieces from broken dishes, windows, and what not.

Remy had run in to town to go to the bank, and had promised Logan he'd be back in an hour. Hurrying as fast as he could, Remy drove to the bank in 10 minutes. He talked with a loan counselour about signing over his house to Logan. Since he hadn't known Logan's last name, he told the man to write down LeBeau, and that Logan was his uncle who had just moved to town.

Thunder started. Pouring rain came down in sheets, outside.

Remy shook the man's hand and tucked the papers back into the safety box and locked it. He tucked
the key into a pocket and exited the bank. Checking his watch, he was relieved to see that he had over 40 minutes left.

Ducking into a cafe, he decided to wait out the storm. He sat down and ordered a cup of coffee just before the power went out. Remy sighed as he watched half of the town become engulfed in darkness. Logan was going to be so mad that he was late, but he didn't dare drive in the terrible storm.

As his coffee arrived, so did an unexpected visitor. Paul. Remy blinked and sat back. Paul's emotions had begun to overwhelm him and he found himself becoming dizzy. He smiled at Paul and said hello. Remy tried not to think of anything else but how mad Logan would be if he caught the two of them together.

They talked for an hour, and finally the rain had let up enough for Remy to excuse himself and pay the bill. Telling Paul goodbye, Remy hurried outside and down the street to the car. He headed home and sighed in relief as he pulled up to the gate.

Pulling into the drive, he shut the engine off and bolted up the steps and stopped to catch his breath before entering the house. Opening the door and stepping inside the house, he slipped off his coat and peered around the corner to see where Logan was. Remy sighed as he saw Logan sitting at the table, with his bottle of Bourbon. He closed the door and hung up his coat. He made his way to sit down in
the chair to the left of Logan, and apologise. "Sorry, Logan. Didn' wan' t' drive in--"

"Where the hell have you been, boy?? I've been lookin all over for you." Logan paused. "Answer me!"

"Sorry, Logan. I had t' go t' de bank. Line was long." Remy flinched in reflex.

Logan growled in annoyance. "I checked the bank. Didn't see ya. Don't lie to me, Remy. I took you in." His words were laced with an angry growl that rose at each breath he took.

"No lyin, cher. De rain come, Remy got stranded in de cafe. Honest, mon amour. Remy try t' come home." Drawing in his breath and holding it, he cringed as Logan poured a drink into a shotglass. "Sil vous plait, mon ami, do not drink. Remy home now." Remy raised an eyebrow in hope. "He take care
of you. Desole--?"

Logan downed the drink and poured another. The glass thumped on the table as he set it down in front of Remy. "Have a drink."

"Non, t'ank you."

Logan had stood up in a huff and knocked his chair over. He grabbed the back of Remy's head, by the hair and pulled him close. He sniffed. The boy had been aroused, recently. So aroused that pre-come
had coated the top of his manhood, finely. "Who you been fuckin, boy? It's all over you." He hissed and yanked at Remy's hair. "You'd better tell me, now."

"No one, m'sieur. Remy control hisself."

Logan knew Remy wasn't lying, and on the next thunder boom and lightning crack, it was obvious. Logan released Remy's hair and straightened from leaning over the cringing boy. Snorting, Logan pulled Remy to his feet, by the arm, and dragged him back into the entranceway. Remy had been protesting and confessing his love for Logan, but the older man didn't hear it.

"Cher, Remy hard but, he only hard for you. You de only one who wan' Remy. Please cher! I wan' t' stay wit' you." Remy had started shaking and forcing back tearful sobs as he struggled to get out of Logan's grip.

Throwing the front door open and tossing the already soaked Cajun out, he growled. His growls turned to amusement as he watched Remy stumble and fall to his knees onto the front porch. He leaned against the frame and folded his arms. Remy was begging him, and he was enjoying it. A few moments later,
he sighed and closed his eyes.

"Please Logan.....? Y' let Remy stay? I be so good t' you, mon amour. Promise." Remy held himself in a bleak attempt to stop his now visible trembles. The thunder being directly above them hadn't helped
calm him down. Standing up had proven a task, as well, but he managed. His black clothing clung to
him as he stood there, holding himself. He was relieved when he saw Logan open his eyes and calmly wave him back into the house.

Logan stepped back as Remy cautiously stepped past him. As soon as Remy was inside, he shut the door and moved to stand behind him. He could tell Remy was freezing from the amount of his shivers. Putting his hands on Remy's shoulders, as the kid stopped just a few feet into the entranceway, Logan began rubbing Remy's icy arms to warm him up. "Why don't ya have a seat, on the stairs, and I'll go
get some coffee and a blanket for ya?" Remy didn't move. "Please?" He smiled as he was obliged.

Logan had been gone for a good 10 minutes, and Remy was alone and cold. The house was getting darker as evening approached. His shivers hadn't stopped, and he was becoming even colder by the minute. Wrapping his arms about himself, again, he bent over and rest on his lap. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a minute, only to open them as a thick blanket was draped over him. Remy looked up to see Logan handing him a cup of coffee before sitting beside him.

Silence hovered thickly over them before Logan swallowed and spoke. His eyes focused on the twisted carvings of the front door as he thought of how to phrase his words. Giving up on correctness, he sighed and let it spill out. "For three years now, I guess I musta put you through Hell. I gave you every chance I had to let you leave. You stayed. You bought this house, let me move in, now I act like I own it. I see the bruises I leave on ya. And sometimes, I sit on the edge of the bed and watch you sleep. Do
I torture your dreams too?" Turning his head and looking over at the still shivering boy, he asked.

Remy hadn't taken his eyes away from the black liquid that swirled slightly in the cup. "Non cher."

Logan cleared his throat and moved to rub Remy's back. "You mean the world to me, Remy. I tend to forget that yer human too. I don't mean to treat ya like my own personal fuck post but, the truth is, I'm tryin to show you how I feel about you." He paused and sighed and swallowed the shame that was
rising in his throat. "And it aint the charms doin it. I love the way you feel, in my arms, in my body, and in my soul. In my dying breath, Remy, I'll love you forever." Rubbing Remy's back with more pressure, but not harshly, he watched the boy intently. "Come on, let's get you outta those wet clothes."

"Okay." Remy shrugged and stood up with Logan's help. Remy let Logan help him up the stairs, but stopped after a violent shiver. Not looking at Logan, he asked in a small tone. "Logan...?"

"Hm?" Logan stopped and looked over at him.

"May I make love to you?" Remy's voice seemed to shrink with every syllable, but Logan heard him
just perfect.

Logan inhaled and smiled. "Sure." Remy wanted him. After what he had just gone through, the kid wanted him. But, it puzzled him as to why.

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The next evening, they were having a small fight about whether or not Logan should leave to go drinking, or stay home with Remy. Logan had come down the stairs in a huff, with Remy close on his heels. He hadn't cared just how close until he tried to open the front door only to have it shut, immediately. It had taken him by surprise, as he spun around to the right and came face to face with an angry Cajun.

"Non. Please stay home, mon amour. We can talk, an' drink here, cher. Sil vous plait?"

"I need to think, Remy. I can't do that around you. I won't be gone long. Okay?"

"Den, stay home, an' I leave you alone, non?" Remy played with Logan's shirt collar, teasingly.

"I said no. Now, move."

"No." Remy was taken by surprise as Logan's left hand grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the door. His back gave a sickening crack and he winced as he was lifted off of his feet.

"Don't ever tell me no, Cajun." A SNIKT was heard as one of Logan's claws rested itself in between Remy's legs, and right next to his manhood. "Or next time, I use these."

As Remy was tossed in the direction of the library, he rubbed his neck and stared at Logan. "Would y', really, Logan?" He asked, still sitting on the floor, as Logan opened the door and paused. Remy flinched as Logan resheathed his claws.

Logan was silent for a moment. "No. I"ll be back later." With that, he left.

Remy sat there and rubbed his sore neck. He sobbed and took out the key he was going to tell Logan about, and looked at it. Replacing it in his left front shirt pocket, he stood up and wiped his eyes. He'd just have to wait and tell Logan when he sobred up. He sighed to himself and went back upstairs to
make the bed.

He fixed dinner for himself and dined alone. His food was cold by the time he actually brought himself
to eat. Remy had sat in his chair and absently talked to Logan's empty chair. Telling the chair about the house and the papers and how happy he was to give Logan something Logan had liked from the first
day he had moved in. Imagining what Logan's reaction would be, after he had really told him, he replayed the thought over and over in various answers.

Yawning, Remy had decided to play a few hands of Solitaire, to pass the time. And after the fifth round, he had been so tired that he put the cards away and went upstairs. Collapsing onto the bed, he snuggled into Logan's pillow and closed his eyes.

A short while later, Remy was wide awake again. He had slept, but his dreams were tortured of something he couldn't see, but felt. The pain had been so great that his chest hurt at every movement. When the pain finally subsided, he sat up and rubbed his chest. It had been so hard to breathe that tears streamed down his face. "Logan, please come home." He whispered and choked on a sob.

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A car door shut, outside, and Remy had been in the bedroom, getting dressed when he heard it. The house was quiet and few lights had been on. Shutting off the bedroom light, he hurried out of the room and down the stairs. Logan's home, finally! That had been all he could think about. He moved the curtains and saw the person he had waited for, approaching. Opening the door and hugging the man as he stepped inside, he smiled. "You home, cher! I fix breakfast for you. Yo' favourite, m'sieur. I take y' coat an' we eat, non?"

He was swatted across the face with the back of Logan's hard and heavy hand. The force of the blow had knocked him into the wall behind him, and nearly knocked him out. He shook his head to clear the dizziness and looked for Logan.

"Don't just sit there, close the damn door! Lettin the cold in." Logan had walked right past him and hadn't paused for the swat, he simply headed for the stairs in a staggering daze.

Remy shook his head and answered. "Oui." He shut and locked the door before turning on his heel to
see Logan stumble his way up a few steps. Rushing over to his side, he grabbed Logan by the arm to steady him and was swatted away.

"I don't need yer help, Cajun." Logan had started falling backwards.

Remy nodded and nudged Logan up the rest of the stairs. "Oui." He paused as he was becoming overwhelmed by Logan's drunken swirl of emotions. "I help you t' bed. You feel better in de morn, non? I rub y' back an' help ya relax?" Remy hooked his right arm around Logan's waist to steady both of
them as they continued up the stairs.

Logan growled and grabbed Remy's shirt with his right hand, pulling him across his body and up against the wall. "I told you, kid. I don't need yer help." He growled and came within inches of Remy. "Yer just helpin me so I'll fuck ya. Is that it? Huh?!"

The boy flinched and looked away from Logan. His breath had begun to catch and pant at every movement Logan made.

"Non, please, m'sieur. I only wan' t' help." Remy was beginning to panic as he watched Logan throw him to the floor and reach for his belt and pant fastenings. Remy was being somewhat undressed as well. He was held down as Logan was pulling himself into a groggy erection. "Please don' do dis." He was silenced with a gulp, as Logan freed 3 of his shiny claws and struggled with Remy to as he sliced open the white shirt Remy was wearing.

Logan pushed himself into Remy with a growl, and started thrusting harshly.

Remy was shaking and crying and trying not ot move as his body was invaded and ripped at the seams.

Logan had heard every sound Remy's body made. He could even smell the arousal on the boy beneath him, as he pounded even more harshly into him. "You like this, you little slut? Huh?!"

Remy swallowed and turned his head to stare at the front door. Choking on his tears, he answered a whispered, "Oui, monsieur." He flushed and cringed as Logan continued to assault him verbally as well as physically.

"Is that all you want from me? Just a good fuck and a bed to sleep in?" Logan was thrusting mercilessly into Remy and watching as each tear silently slid down Remy's temples, into his now loose hair. He couldn't remember if the boy had even bothered to put his hair back or if something happened to the band.

Again, the same reply as Remy continued to stare at the front door. "Oui, monsieur." Finally Remy couldn't stand it any longer and had started a bleak attempt at fighting back. Trying again to beg for Logan to stop and realise what he was doing, it had made no use. "Sil vous plait, Logan. Please stop, mon amour. I love you. Do not do dis." Remy's voice had just about given out, as well as his strength, when Logan buried himself deep, into Remy's tight and blood-slickened hole, and came violently.

Grunting and panting, Logan smiled and slid himself out. Not bothering to do so much as to look down and see that he was bloody and covered in semen, he merely shrugged and pulled his pants back into their place. He stood up and swayed as he stepped over Remy, who was lying very still on the floor. "Get off the floor, Cajun. Clean yerself up." He mumbled as he made his way to the bedroom.

Waiting until Logan had completely disappeared from sight, he rolled himself onto his right side and cringed as he sat up. He hurt, and couldn't make himself move any faster than a slow, groggy pace. He wiped at his tears with his sleeve before standing up to fix his own pants. He turned around and bent down to wipe the blood from the floor, with a corner of his shirt, and then glance up to hear Logan coming back out of the bedroom.

Logan came to stand in front of Remy and blink as his drunken haze wouldn't let him focus on the young man. "Move."

"Je t'aime, Logan? How 'bout we stay home, non? You sleep, an' den we go out later, on Remy?" Remy forced himself to smile and try to forget what had just happened, moments before.

"I told you, I don't need your help, slut!" Logan had grabbed him and slammed him, again, into the wall, before releasing his 3 claws and punching Remy in the chest. His claws retracted as his fist moved
away from Remy's ribcage. Logan could hear the sickening crackle as the metal sliced into the boy. A soft gurgling sound followed and Remy grabbed his chest in what had appeared to be an over-dramatization, and fell down the black swirled marble stairs.

Remy had landed on his back and turned his head to look up at Logan. Tremours came, and his body shook as he was realising what happened. The gurgling continued, and he forced himself to speak
above his muted whispers for help. "Logan-- unh-- please.... don' leave me? Mon Dieu, hur's so much, cher." Remy reached out for Logan, only to be laughed at and walked away from.

"Get up, kid. You ain't no invalid." Logan called as he turned the corner, into their room. He had fallen onto the bed, longways, and passed out from the alcohol. In his mind, he knew he should have gotten
up and helped Remy up, but the blackness prevailed.

Remy's tears had started falling again, and he couldn't stop them. It hurt, and he couldn't move. It was becoming harder and harder to see, and soon, his voice didn't work. Staring upward, he took one last haggard breath before giving in. He wasn't hurting anymore, and he was moving and seeing. Bidding Logan goodbye, he found himself in a dark room but hadn't been afraid.

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The next morning, Monique had arrived and unlocked the door. Humming quietly to herself, he paid no attention to the body that lay on the floor, in front of the stairs. As she shut and relocked the front door, she turned around and stood, horrified, at the sight. "Monsieur Remy! Monsieur! Mon Dieu, chile! Logan! Logan!! Monsieur?! Are you here?" She dropped her groceries that she had been carrying, and ran to Remy's side.

Movement came from upstairs, and soon Logan raced out of the bedroom and down the stairs to see what was the matter. "Shit! Remy!! What the Hell happ--" He stopped in mid-word as his eyes caught sight of the 3 blood-soaked wounds on the boy's chest. Hurrying down to kneel over Remy, he was dumb-founded by Monique's questions of how it had happened, and where he had been.

"Monsieur, were y' attacked as well? Wha' happened t' Remy?" The panic in her voice was becoming overpowering in her speech. Looking up at the older man, she shivered and watched him sit back, on
the bottom stair and sigh.

Logan debated showing her as he looked at his hands. He jumped slightly as he released all six of his shiny metal claws and closed his eyes at her horrified gasp.

"Is dis wha' happened t' poor Remy, monsieur? Ya-- kill-- him?" Monique sobbed and pulled Remy's lifeless body close to her chest.

Logan only nodded in shame. "I don't remember, Monique. I don't even remember comin home. It was like a dream, and until you came, I thought it was. God, Monique, I can't-- I've put him through so much. He doesn't need people snoopin around his life, after this."

She smiled and waited for him to draw his claws back in before taking own of his hands in hers. "I know, cher. Y' love him dat much. But, we gotta do somet'in. I know. We bury him under his tree,
non? An' we no' say he here when de people come, oui?" Monique squeezed his hand as he nodded and stood up.

"I'll-- uhh-- go find a box for him, if you'll find him some good clothes?" Logan took a moment to
collect his scattered thoughts before making his way to the basement. He sorted through packing crates and wine cases. Finding one that almost fit Remy's size, he dusted it off and dragged it back upstairs.

Monique had found Remy's nice clothes, and had begun to dress him. She had also ran a cloth over
him, to clean up the blood and other fluids on his pale and frozen body. Sniffling and sobbing as she closed his eyes, she hugged him and then let Logan lift him into the box. As Logan turned around to gather the lid and hammer and nails, she quickly slipped Remy's pictures from his dresser into his pressed black, jacket pocket and wiped her eyes.

Logan leaned over and kissed Remy's cold, still lips and slid the lid into place.

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As Logan finished carving the inscription into the tree, he sighed and stood up. He took a few minutes
to wipe his eyes and control himself before thinking of what to say. Monique squeezed his hand, gently, and nodded. He knelt down, again, and looked at the freshly carved inscription and felt himself start to tremble with grief. The tears fell freely from both of them as he began to speak to the carving. "Look, kid, I- uh- I didn't get to tell you all that I had wanted to. When you were alive, that is. But, I want to
tell you now. Remy, I'm so sorry. I know sorry doesn't excuse you lyin there, and me here. Or, the fact that we hadn't bothered for a nicer funeral, but God kid. I just--" He stopped and wiped his eyes. "I've been drunk, and I hurt ya. I'll never know just how much, or how much you could take. Please forgive me, Rem. I can't live without ya. I guess I wanted you away from bein a whore so bad, that I lost track of who you were before. I know, I promised I wouldn't hurt you, and now look. I miss you, baby. I know I never said it to you, but I love you too, kid. It's ok to hate me. Please hate me.Just know I'm sorry. You were all I ever thought of. And when I had ya, I couldn't bring myself to notice ya, until it was too late."

Monique trembled and quieted her sobs before kneeling at the end of the grave and patted the fresh
earth. "Y' be fine, chile. Dey no hur' ya, no more. Tell HIM, y' were a good boy. Nous t'aime, cher. Be good, Remy." She stood up and wiped at her eyes with her trembling hands. Patting Logan's shoulder, she left him to his grief-filled thoughts and babblings.

Logan sat there for a long while, thinking. As he started to stand up, a warmth crept over his shoulders and kissed his cheek. Smiling, he whispered his goodbye and went back inside.
 

THE FINAL END!!!