Part 2

Author: Sirene aka Demonseyes ^_-
Pairing: Logan/Remy, Julien/Remy
Rating: NC- 17
Disclaimer: The characters except for Kei belong to Marvel; I torture people
with my writing just for fun, not to make money
Warning: RAPE, violence, strong language, AU
Feedback: Always welcome
Archiving: All Lu's, others please ask
Summary: Remy doesn't want Logan to get in trouble and delays his escape. A
bad decision!
Thanks: To Nicole Wagner for beta reading and providing me with much
inspiration and encouragement!!
And: // denotes thoughts ...
 

I have never been mean
Never been as bad as it may have seemed
I have never been vile
Never been twisted or unkind

Maybe I'm working too hard
Maybe I'm out of my mind
Maybe there will be a day
'Cause I've been losing my way
For such a very long time
That now I no longer know
Where to go

I wish I was a virgin
A virgin like you
I wish I had a distance to put me through
I wish I had a burden
Wish that I had a dream
I wish I was a simple
As you seem (...)

There was a time when I was a man
And everything was easy to understand
But now I'm floating like a shipwreck
Shrunk to fit
In a foreign land
(The Ark, 'A Virgin like you')

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Julien smiled to himself when he heard the sounds of fighting and Remy's
scream through the thin wall that separated their rooms. What a fine idea it
had been to make this brutal looking john show the brat his proper place!
The bed banged against the wall and Julien held his breath, arguing with
himself if he should stay and listen to Remy's unwilling first time.
Sighing, he decided against it and went downstairs into the club to have
another drink. Listening to the noises had conjured up memories Julien
wasn't exactly fond of and which were better drowned in some liquor.

Sipping at his beloved whiskey, he recalled how his father's helper had
brought Remy to their place three years ago. It had been early dawn and
still sleepy, Julien had peeked out of his room to see what was going on.
When he saw the source of the sound that had woken him up, he couldn't
believe his eyes! They had actually managed to make Remy LeBeau their
prisoner! The young thief had been beaten into unconsciousness and the men
were carrying him upstairs now, in the room next to Julien's where he used
to play the piano. Well, from that day on Julien's piano practice had to
move down to the smoky club. That was the first of the many inconveniences
Remy's stay had caused him.
When Remy finally woke up, he struggled like hell to break free, resembling
a beast rather than a man in his utter desperation. Julien remembered how
his father's men had laughed at the scared young thief, how they had knocked
him out once more so they could tie Remy up. It was the only way to stop his
fighting.
Julien had just watched in silence, even though the men had jokingly asked
him if he wouldn't like to help them calm the 'dirty little bitch'.
He hated to admit it, but he had been horrified at the hysteric sight the
other youth made. He thought nothing could spook him. Well, the red eyed
thief in his fits could.
And how merciless the men had been with Remy! Sure, Julien had always
despised the sly thief, but that had been back in the streets, where Remy
had seemed so proud and invulnerable. Here, curled up on the floor next to
Julien's beloved piano, Remy didn't make much of a foe anymore, he only
looked miserable and suffering like hell. Dieu, he was just a kid, scarcely
fourteen years old!
At that moment, Julien had honestly asked himself if it was really necessary
to torture someone so young and helpless.
Pouring himself some more whiskey, Julien let the memories conjure him up.
How he had run to his fathers study, nearly bursting with questions, to tell
him that his men had brought Remy to their place as a captive. The satisfied
smile on his father's face as he explained to Julien why Remy was there and
how he would never leave their surveillance again. Julien had grown pale at
his father's words. That was the most gruesome thing he had ever come
across, and growing up in an assassin guild made you somewhat used to
cruelty.
Taking Julien along with him, Marius had paid their captive a visit and
enlightened Remy about his new position in life. Julien had bit his bottom
lip almost bleeding at the agony his father's words apparently caused Remy.
The direst curses and screams came from Remy's torn mouth, his voice already
hoarse from constantly yelling at his tormentors. Well, Marius Boudreaux
wasn't the one to be bothered by a distressed little thief calling him
names. Calmly, he had ordered one of the assassins to gag the bound kid.
Casting a last glance on a chocking Remy, he had told him in the friendliest
manner it was his own fault that he had been gagged.
“Y' be good, petit, an' de gag comes off. Y' be a real nice lil' boy, we'll
undo y' bonds as well, y'll see. Ain' no use in fightin' mah, Remy LeBeau.
De sooner y'll learn dat, de better pour ta santé.“
And then they had left Remy sobbing to himself. Julien had been sure Remy
would die of suffocation the way he fought the gag. But his father looked
like he knew exactly what he was doing. In fact, Marius always knew.

During that day, Julien's father would come to check on Remy again and
again, talking soothingly to him, much like you would speak with a scared
animal. After some hours Remy seemed to get too exhausted to fight much
anymore and Marius had the gag removed. He himself made Remy drink some
water and almost lovingly cleaned the thief's wounded face. Remy let it
happen, to weak to struggle any longer. Back then, Julien couldn't
understand why his father was so kind to the young thief all of a sudden.
With a painful mixture of envy and disgust, he watched his father's actions,
like Marius had told him to do.
Today, Julien knew Marius had broken Remy's resistance in a rather effective
way, rewarding his compliance and punishing his disobedience from the very
moment he was brought to their place. Yes, Marius had trained Remy like some
dog. Only he hadn't gone far enough maybe, Julien thought with a smirk,
thinking of the bite Remy still had.
Julien had been forced into staying at his father's side every time he went
to see Remy, no matter how repelled he felt at the psychological and
sometimes physical torture Marius used on the thief.
Julien wondered why his father was so keen on showing Julien how their
hostage had to be treated.
A few days after Remy's arrival, Marius told his son the reason: He wanted
Julien to be Remy's master as long as either he or the thief would live. He
would be responsible for Remy ever after. Remy was part of the heritage he
would once receive of his father, so to speak.
Julien shuddered at the meaning of his father's words, confronted with a
task that overpowered the imagination of a sixteen year old by far.
At some point during his first days at their place, the young thief
completely stopped fighting them.
And Remy grew silent. He was untied for good, and just looked at everyone
with a hateful glance, the few remarks he made resounded pure hatred. It
seemed like all his fire had burned out and left nothing but coldness. Oh,
how the thief acted strong now!
But at night, Julien could hear Remy cry. Julien lay there awake, his eyes
staring into the darkness, far from falling asleep listening to the heart
wrenching sounds crawling through the wall. At first he had slammed his fist
against the wall and yelled at Remy to shut up. But the third night he heard
him crying, Julien couldn't take it any longer. He sneaked over to his
fathers study and stole the key to the young thief's room. Carefully,
quietly unlocking it, he slipped inside. Remy was curled up on the bed, his
whole body shaking badly as he cried. Julien had never seen someone in so
much distress before, as his father still kept him away from the more
violent parts of their profession. He had never liked Remy and that whole
mutie thing gave him the creeps. LeBeau was such a freak and nothing more
but a street kid, but still everyone seemed to like him! He would even be
the heir of the thieves guild one day- where else his father raised him in a
strict way, Jean-Luc LeBeau obviously doted on his adopted son.
So, all Julien had ever felt towards Remy was envy and slight fear. But now
he just lay there, miserable, looking so young and frail crying his heart
out. Julien wanted to tell him everything would be okay. He wanted Remy to
stop making those horrible sounds. To his surprise, Julien realized he
really pitied their captive.
“Hey, LeBeau!” He tried to catch the young one's attention, but Remy didn't
turn to face him.
Slowly, Julien walked up to the bed and reached out to touch the shivering
form.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all to be responsible for the thief?
He would be a kind master, and Remy wouldn't have to cry like that anymore.
Remy was his and he would take good care of him, Julien promised to himself
as he looked down at the younger Cajun.
“Now, common, LeBeau - Remy!” hesitating, Julien placed his hand on Remy's
shoulder.
“Rem, hush!” Suddenly, Remy turned in a fury and pushed Julien's hand away,
quickly bringing up his fist to meet Julien's face.
“Fuck off! Ne me touche pas, bastard!” he yelled and blood started to
trickle down Julien's chin. He just stared at the thief in surprise, frozen
in place as if Remy had paralyzed him.
Alerted by the noise, Marius had hurried to Remy's room. He didn't scold his
son in front of their hostage, but locking Remy up again, he had dragged
Julien to his study and beaten him brutally for stealing in on the younger
Cajun. His father assumed Julien wanted to frighten or harm the young thief
and the last thing Julien wanted to do was admitting he hadn't been able to
stand their captive's crying and only wanted to soothe Remy.
After that night Julien never went to see Remy without his father's
permission again and his hate for the former thief grew from day to day.
Well, as it is human nature to adjust to even the direst circumstances, Remy
had adjusted to his new life as time went by.
He grew up to be – one had to admit - an exotic beauty. A beauty that
appealed to Julien no matter how hard he fought it. He actually would have
died before acknowledging his attraction to the young mutant, so he acted
even more cold against Remy and never ceased to tell him what an ugly freak
he was.
It was enough his father treated their hostage with so much lenience!
Julien had been sure Remy would be prostituted at the club once he came of
age, but his father spared their hostage this final humiliation. In fact
Julien sometimes thought Marius had come to like the charming mutant, he was
more than proud of owning such an exotic attraction for the club. Remy
became their mascot of sorts, obediently doing his tricks on stage night
after night. Julien sometimes wondered if Remy even realized how degrading
it must have been for his adoptive father to know he was exposed at a floor
show that way. But then again, Remy was no small a mystery to Julien most of
the time. His reaction to his brother's death was perhaps the most bitter
example for the oddness he found in Remy's behavior:
After Henri Boudreaux had been killed by his father's assassins, something
seemed to have broken inside the young mutant, doing away with the last bits
of his resistance. Julien hadn't been the one to kill Henri, but he had
witnessed his killing and cold as usual, Marius had made him tell Remy of
his brother's death afterwards.
Trembling, he had complied and told their young hostage how Henri had tried
to free him and not survived his attempts. Strangely enough, Remy had looked
as if he already knew, paler than usual, his hand pressed to his side as if
he had been the one stabbed to death. Julien had expected the young mutant
to try and beat him, or cry hysterically, anything. But Remy simply nodded
and looked at him in silence. Slowly, he had turned and made a few steps
toward the window of his room and suddenly, he had collapsed. Pouncing
forward, Julien had caught the unconscious boy in his arms before he hit the
floor. Remy hadn't woken up for hours and Julien had overheard a
conversation between Marius and one of his men in which his father had said
that frail as he was, the shock might mean their hostage's death. The whole
night, Julien had watched Remy, stroked his hand and begged him not to die.
From then on he had known he needed the young mutant. He had given his life
a meaning, he was someone to love and protect; and even though Julien didn't
have a clue how to love or protect someone, he wished he would be given the
opportunity to find out.
Remy hadn't left him behind. He had regained consciousness, though not
speech. No kind words, no threats, nothing made him speak a single word for
months. Just when everyone had adjusted to having a mute boy around them,
Remy had, strangely enough, started singing and shortly afterwards talking
again. He sang beautiful old French tunes and that was how Marius came up
with the idea the boy could as well sing at the floor show. Maybe it was
Marius way to say he was sorry that Remy's brother had been killed when he
spared Remy from becoming a whore...
Julien sighed and ordered his barkeeper to bring him another drink. A whore,
he could have owned, male or female. His father let him have any of the
club's lovely hookers if he so pleased, but Julien didn't want them. He
craved only one person and this one wasn't to be had. Well, that would be
different from now on. Very different.
 
 

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Back at Remy's room, Logan felt his heart take a joyous leap as the kid
finally agreed to leave with him. But what Remy told him next, crushed all
his hopes for a fast escape.
“I'll come with you, but you gotta give me two weeks, Logan! At that time,
both Marius and Julien won't be 'ere! It's safest to go then!” The angelic
face was filled with concern. Logan put his hands on the boy's slender
shoulders. He wouldn't let that happen!
“I won't let ya stay here, Remy! Not if I can get ya out tonight as well!”
“Non, I won't 'ave y' injured. Or killed. Not for me!” The red eyes were
locked with Logan's.
“Remy, trust me, I have made it through much more dangerous situations!”
“No. I ain't gonna risk your life. Non!”
“Don't be silly, Remy! Ya will come with me now!” Wolverine knew his voice
was a mere growling by now and he did his best not to just knock the
beautiful being out with a firm blow, throw him over his shoulders and carry
him outside the brothel.
“Then y' ave t' make me!” Remy never so much as flinched at the older man's
increasing rage.
Trapped by the demonic eyes that contrasted the angelic features of the boy
so much, Logan slowly gave in. This was a battle he would loose, overcome by
a selflessness and willpower he hadn't found in people often during his long
life.
“Ok, kid.” he finally sighed, the tension leaving his stout form.
“Merci, Logan!” a warm, lovely smile played on Remy's lips.
“I 'ave a friend 'ere...his name's Kei, he's Japanese...we can communicate
through him! He'll tell y' when y' can come pick me up!”
Wolverine smirked. 'Pick me up'! As if they were merely going to a picnic of
sorts!
“That Kei can be trusted?”
“Oui! He my only friend! Dat is- apart from y' ?” a lovely blush crept
across Remy's cheeks once more, his last words a whispered question.
“Sure! I'm yer friend, Remy! Y' can count on me, I won't let y' down!”
Taking his leave, Wolverine paused before unlocking the door and turned
slowly to have a last look at the beautiful Cajun.
“Remy?”
“Oui?”
“Please be careful!”
“I will, mon ami!”
“Hey, I have yer word on that kiddo, okay?” Logan said jokingly, but both of
them knew he was being deadly serious.
“Y' do!” Remy waved good bye at him, and Logan knew he would never forget
how frail and forlorn Remy looked, left behind in a place so hostile to him.
But still, he knew it had been the right decision to respect the young man's
needs. He promised himself to be on his guard during the next two weeks, so
that no more harm would come upon this lovely creature.
 

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Julien finished what he had destined to be his last drink tonight. The
guests had long gone either home or upstairs to be pleasured by the cunning
girls and boys the club was so famous for. A single dark form hurried
through the hallway and even sloshed as he was by now, Julien recognized it
as the brute he had left Remy with.
“Ah, Monsieur! Leavin' so soon? He no fun, de petit?” Julien shouted to stop
the man from rushing off and hopped down his bar chair. He lazily made his
way over to the pulled back curtains that revealed the stranger. The man had
indeed paused and looked at him threateningly.
“He non please y', mon ami? Je suis truly desolé for de inconvenience!
Usually, de boy's a gorgeous fuck!” Julien smirked at the smaller man.
“No, he did fine. Had a great time with him.” Logan tried to stay calm even
though all he wanted to do was beating the hell out of Boudreaux.
Julien quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh, y' did?”
“Yup, boy's quite an expert in screwin'. Now get out of my way, I have some
business to do! Here's yer fuckin' key!” Logan snarled at the puzzled youth.
Julien didn't get it. What was going on? This stranger didn't sound at all
as if he had just made an unwilling virgin compliant!
“Uh...oui! Hope to see y' again, Monsieur!” Grunting, Logan left the club
and Julien wondered exactly what had been going on inside Remy's room. He
slowly climbed the stairs, determined on paying the young mutant a visit.
When he unlocked the door and stepped inside, Remy seemed to be sleeping,
cuddled up in the sheets. Julien stood close to the bed and watched the
peaceful expression on Remy's handsome face. He reached out to tug a stray
lock of auburn behind the boy's ear. Remy made a little purring sound in his
sleep and without thinking twice, Julien leaned down and softly pressed his
lips to the sleeping thief's. His kiss wasn't answered and it indeed was so
soft it didn't disturb Remy's sleep at all. Tenderly, Julien brushed his
lips against the bruise that still marred Remy's mouth and felt safe in the
delicate touch, Remy's breath warming his skin slightly. At this moment,
alone with the creature he was forced to spend his entire life with, nothing
mattered any more to Julien. Daylight might have him bullying and hurting
the innocent being; the frustration that kept himself even more prisoner
than he could ever keep Remy might have even led him into pimping out the
boy to that stranger tonight, but in minutes like these he felt there was no
other living soul on earth that could provide him with such calm as Remy.
“Je t'aime, Rem!” he whispered, the words slipping from his mouth almost
unconsciously. He placed a final kiss on the boy's forehead and left quietly
for his own room, not caring any longer whether Remy had been deprived of
his innocence tonight or not. It was like some cruel joke, nothing more.
What mattered was the warm feeling that filled his chest and soothed him
into a peaceful sleep.
 

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A soft knocking on the door woke Remy out of his dreams the next morning. He
moaned and cuddled into the sheets once more. The memory of last night, of
Logan's promise, came back to his mind and for the first time in what seemed
ages he was happy to be the boy he was. The knocking started again and a
kind voice was heard from outside.
“Rem? Hey, Rem! Wake up, Julien's gone to town! Can I come in?”
Remy smiled brightly when he recognized it was Kei, but sat up with a sigh.
“Desolé, mais de door's locked, mon ami!”
His eyes grew big with surprise as the young Asian nevertheless opened the
door and stepped in, grinning at him triumphantly.
“No, it ain't! Seems he forgot!”
With a joyous scream, Remy jumped out of his bed and threw himself into the
other youth's arms. Kei caught him and laughing, he patted Remy's back.
“I missed being alone with you! Julien won't be back until tonight- so we
got plenty of time!” with a final hug, Kei broke their embrace and walked
Remy over to the bed, where they both sat down and enjoyed the rare
opportunity to be together without watchful eyes on them.
“How was last night? I kept my fingers crossed for you that this john
wouldn't hurt you too bad. Looks like it helped a bit, huh?”
“Oui, he's been very kind avec Remy!” The young mutant played with one of
his auburn locks absentmindedly and Kei's eyes widened in surprise.
“Aw- you look as if you even liked it! I'm so glad you had a gentle lover
for your first time. I was so sad when Julien gave you to that guy! I
thought he'd harm you!” The young thief noticed the deep concern in Kei's
eyes. Remy often thought if it hadn't been for the young hustler, he would
have gone nuts long ago.
“Kei – I have to tell y' somethin'. But it must remain a secret! An' we must
make sure no one is listenin' outside!” Kei looked at his friend puzzled,
but he still rushed to the door and peeked out into the hallway.
“We're alone! Hey, sure I can keep your secret, hon! What is it?”
Remy swallowed. He would have to rely on Kei if he ever wanted to flee from
the brothel, but as good natured as he was, Kei wasn't exactly smart.
However, wasn't it more important he had such a kind heart?
“Hey Rem, tell me! I'm so curious!”
“D'accord! De homme last night- he's a mutant as well- “
Kei cut him off clapping his hands with joy.
“Aww! Cute! I always knew y'd find someone of your kind one day! Do you have
a crush on him?”
Remy blushed and shot his giggling friend an angry glance.
“Mais non! He was sent from some people who found out about me an' wanna
get me outta 'ere! De homme- his name's Logan- he said he'd help me an'
bring me to their place- it's a mutant school or somethin'- he told me I
could learn how to fight like an homme with dis explosion stuff I can do-
Kei, I'm so happy!”
Remy was talking so fast Kei hardly understood what he was babbling about.
But the young Asian had never seen his friend so full of life before.
“Will that Logan come back then? When? Is it really true he'll get you out
of here? And – will I ever see you again then?”
Remy looked at the other youth with a sad expression.
“Not in N'awlins, mon ami! I ain' gonna come back here- I 'm also scared for
– mon père- but I wanna go so badly! I'm so sick of being buried alive 'ere,
Kei. Can y' help me s'il te plait?”
The demonic eyes stared at him so pleadingly that Kei immediately placed his
hand on Remy's and stroked it soothingly.
“Sure! I'd do anything for you, hon. You know that, don't you?”
A single tear ran down Remy's smooth cheek.
“Merci, Kei! Can y' stay in contact with Logan? He gave me de address of his
hotel- 'ere it is!” Fumbling around in his nightstand, Remy handed the other
youth a small piece of paper.
“Y' only 'ave t' tell him when Julien an' Marius will be outta town, d'
accord? He can come an' pick me up den!”
Kei hugged his friend once more.
“No problem, love! I'll tell Logan when we found out the date!”
Lovingly, Kei wiped Remy's tears away. Raising from the bed, Remy suddenly
smiled again.
“Kei- I wanna go outside into de yard a bit! Y' come wit' me?”
“Sure!” Kei's eyes widened in surprise. He had long since given up on
talking Remy into getting some fresh air every now and then. The young Cajun
had told him again and again that as long as he was only allowed to go out
into the club's wall enclosed yard he could as well stay completely indoors
all of the time. It had hurt Kei to see how sick and pale his friend looked
like, but there was few you could do against Remy's stubbornness. That he
was actually willing to go outside now was such a good sign that Kei was
only too eager to drag Remy off to the yard. Impatiently he waited for the
young Cajun to get dressed. Whatever this Logan had done to Remy, he
obviously made the young mutant happy and for Kei, that was all which
counted.
 

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It had been almost a week now since he had pimped Remy out to that brutish
stranger and he hadn't yet questioned the mutie about it! Annoyed, Julien
went through the bills in his father's office he had been told to check
during Marius' absence. Music and cheering from the club rang in his ears
and he would have liked to go downstairs and watch the show tonight. There
were some new erotic acts and of course Remy to drool over. His work, along
with some problems with a rival gang and last not least the little thief's
cleverness had prevented him from having the overdue talk with Remy. Hostage
or not, if he wanted to avoid Julien, Remy always found a way to hide
himself.
Moonlight shone into his room and Julien sighed as its faint glow reminded
him of the shimmering reddish hair framing Remy's small, beautiful face.
There was no woman he knew who attracted him as much as the young thief. Why
the fuck was he so eager for Remy? He was nothing more but an animal,
deprived of every bit of honesty if you had a closer look on the matter. A
lowly mutant, no better than a freak; once a member of the hated thieves
guild, now a hostage too weak to defend himself, trained to obey Marius and
do tricks on the club's stage like some beast in a circus. And worst of all,
Remy was undoubtedly male. And still - still he grew hard when he thought
about Remy's elegant movements, his soft husky voice and fiery eyes... It
was all about those eyes! They begged for a fuck. Remy didn't look at you
like a normal person would: His gaze was of a feverish intensity and Julien
felt as if the demonic orbs drew him closer and closer whenever he looked
into them; as if they were inviting him to extinguish their passionate
flames with conquering the frail body they were embedded in.
“Damn witch brat!” Julien spat, focusing again on the work he had at hands.
When he paused again, the show had come to an end and the noise from the
club ceased a bit. He picked up Remy's soft steps as the boy quietly
returned to his room. For a second he wanted to call after him, then he
decide to let him go to sleep. He wasn't in the mood for playing the boss on
the beautiful thief right now, not when he felt tired and lonely and wanted
nothing but rest. Julien yawned and put away his work. Just as he had
undressed and turned out the light, some more footsteps were heard in the
hallway, accompanied by a soft whisper.
“It's okay if you stay with him for half an hour or so. Mister Boudreaux
isn't home tonight!”
Julien frowned as he recognized the voice. Kei! The dumb doll Remy was
friends with. As he hadn't shown himself at the club tonight, the little
hooker apparently thought Julien wasn't home at all and he ventured bringing
somebody to Remy's room! Suddenly, it dawned on Julien just who probably was
the young mutant's visitor. An ever so careful glance out of his room proved
him right: It was the stranger he had pimped the boy out to some nights ago!
Julien clenched his teeth. How was it possible they had the braveness to
meet behind his back? Balling his hands into fists, he leaned in close to
the wall to overhear what was going on in Remy's room. Maybe he should go
after them at once, but his curiosity gained the better of Julien.

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When his door opened ever so quietly, Remy almost screamed in shock. He
blushed a fiery red as he beheld his guest. It was Logan! A brightly smiling
Kei waved at him behind the man's back before he hurried away, leaving them
alone. Once the door was shut, Remy walked up to the older man. His voice
was nothing more but a whisper when he spoke.
“I told y' not t' come before next week, monsieur! It's too dangerous!”
“Shsh, kiddo! I just wanted to check on ya ! Make sure yer okay.”
Their eyes made contact only a few seconds too long until Remy broke away
and sat down on the bed.
“Y' needn't do dat!” he said, staring at his hands.
Slowly, Logan sat down next to him.
“Has that jerk beaten ya again?” Wolverine couldn't help the growling in his
voice.
“Non. Remy almost didn' see him de last days. I'm really fine, Logan! Go
now, s'il te plait!” Logan wondered why he was so utterly disappointed at
the boy's attempts to send him away. What had he been thinking? That the kid
would fly right into his arms? Was that what he wanted him to do really?
Maybe it was just this whole twisted mission he was trapped in, or the heat
of New Orleans driving him crazy. Or it was he really had fallen for the
sweet creature telling him to go ever since he had come here tonight.
“Kiddo- do ya really want me to go alone? Are ya still sure about waiting
another week ? ”
“Oui! S' il te plait, leave me alone!” Logan noticed how the young man's
hands were shaking by now. He hung his head, hiding his face behind a veil
of auburn hair.
“Remy- look at me, will ya?”
There was no answer, but Logan saw how Remy was shaking slightly. Was the
kid crying? Impulsively, he reached out to brush away the strands of hair
blocking his view of the Cajun's handsome face. A slight flinch, but the boy
didn't fight his touch in earnest. Logan held his breath as he discovered
how badly Remy was trying not to make a single sound while tears were
already streaming down his cheeks. Uncertain what to do, Logan drew the boy
closer to him and it seemed all the pain Remy was trying to hide so
thoroughly found it's release in the gentle touch. He let the kid cry, all
the time stroking his hair soothingly. Right now, Remy wasn't much more than
a scared lonely child, not the bewitching being he had seen in him when they
first met. Though he wasn't the emotional type, at least not in his opinion,
Wolverine did his best to provide comfort for the sad kid in his arms.
When he finally stopped crying, Logan carefully lifted Remy's chin, cupping
the boy's face in the palm of his hand to make eye contact with him. His
eyes even more red than usual from his tears, Remy looked much younger now
than his seventeen years.
“It's alright, Rem! May I call ya that? Yer friend Kei used the name and so
I thought-”
Logan couldn't finished his sentence, paralyzed by the way Remy was closing
his eyes, turning his head slightly to let the other man's palm caress his
cheek. Soft lips parted to brush against Logan's fingers again and again, as
Remy abandoned himself in the gentle caress. He felt so safe and warm,
everything around him was forgotten at this precious moment. It had been
ages since someone had touched him like that: Tenderly, lovingly. Comfort
calmed his entire being.
“Rem- kiddo!” Wolverine finally managed to gasp out. Red on black eyes flew
open in shock and as if he had burned himself, the Cajun flinched away.
“I'm- I'm sorry!”he muttered, cheeks flushing.
“Don't be!” Logan said, placing his hand on the kid's arm. Carefully, he
leaned in closer. He hoped the young mutant wouldn't back away as he inched
in at his beautiful face. Slowly, his heart beating wildly, he pressed his
lips onto Remy's. The Cajun froze for a few seconds, than he answered the
kiss in a maddening shy way.
Pulling away, Logan couldn't get enough of the sight in front of him: a
panting, blushed Cajun, looking slightly panicked. How long had he wanted to
kiss the boy?
Right from the moment ya saw him! His inner voice told him and Logan knew it
was the truth.
He smiled brightly at the trembling kid and Remy, thus reassured, smiled
back.
For a long moment, they just stared at each other, then it was Remy who
darted forward to kiss the older mutant once more. Both weren't deep kisses,
but still Logan felt as if they were the most erotic thing he had ever done.
“Ya know I wanted to do that from the first minute I saw ya?” Logan admitted
as they broke away.
“Logan - don' joke wit' me, non?” the demonic eyes flickered nervously.
“Never, Rem. It's the truth.”
“Vraiment? Logan, y' 'ave t' go maintenant! Kei will tell y' when t' meet
mah again! I'll be ready! I- I'll be waitin' for y'!” Logan embraced the
kid once more, moved by the effort it took Remy to admit his emotions.
“I won'T disappoint ya! Good night, Rem! I'll be back soon!”
“Night, cher!”
Wolverine carefully slipped outside the room.
Remy stood looking after him for a few seconds, then he fell onto his bed
laughing. His emotions and thoughts were running lose in a way he had never
experienced before. They had actually kissed! This was so great and
unexpected! All he could think of now was Logan- but if the man wanted them
to become real lovers, he would certainly want to have sex as well, wouldn't
he? What would he say when he found out Remy was still a virgin? Or should
he maybe try to hide that fact? Would Logan be disappointed or would he find
his inexperience even a bit arousing? At the club, men payed fortunes to
buy virgins, male or female. Remy sighed. He really wanted to find out, but
he was scared as well. Sex between men seemed to be a rather brutal thing,
he had seen one of the boys collapse in the hallway after a session with a
john, blood trailing down his legs. Marius had dragged Remy away before he
could help the poor thing and the picture never had left his mind. And Kei
also had mentioned he felt sore after a night of work more than once...
Dieu, he wasn't sure he wanted to go all the way yet! Then again, what was
he worried about? There might never be any sex at all between him and the
other mutant: Logan was so much older than him and such an honorable person
despite his roughness- would he even let himself down to take someone base
like him as a lover? Shouldn't he be able to get a much more appealing
partner? Julien had bullied Remy again and again about how ugly he was, he
said it was no wonder his parents abandoned him, who would want a red eyed
freak as a child?
So, was Julien right maybe? Was he that ugly? Remy stood up and looked at
himself in the mirror. He liked his hair, but apart fom that, there wasn't
much Remy found appealing. Just an underfed, tall young man - too young
looking, Remy thought frustrated- with those fucking demonic eyes marking
him as a mutant. After crying so hard, they now seemed even more red than
usual! Bien, his skin had a bit of a tan now (as he had started to spend
every free second out in the yard in order to please Logan's eyes) which
looked nice but once the paleness had ceased a bit, he had immediately
grown much more freckles as a bitter side effect. How he hated those damn
things! They made him really look like a kid- no wonder Logan called him
that all the time. Not tonight though! He had called him Rem, and that
sounded so cool when said by the Canadian!
Could Logan really find a creature like him attractive? And, merde it sucked
so much he was taller than the older man - wouldn't Logan hate having to
look up to him, if they were – lovers?
Lovers. Such a huge word.
Remy blushed and let himself fall onto the bed again. His heart was pounding
so heavily. They had kissed! It was so unbelievable, so great!
Brooding, Remy stared into the darkness- he so hoped everything would work
out fine! This time next week he would already be with Logan, far away from
here. Picturing himself with the Canadian, Remy finally fell asleep.

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The next night, shortly before the show started, Julien ordered for Remy to
bring him a drink up to his room. Now he would have his talk with the brat!
From what he had overheard yesterday, Julien had no doubt this Logan wanted
to take Remy away with him. Whether or not he had slept with the boy, Julien
would find out shortly. His plan was set. It was bad enough Remy obviously
liked that guy! Jealousy was eating at Julien as he leaned back in his old
armchair, preparing himself for pretending he knew nothing about Remy and
that stranger. He reached for his cigarettes and looked all casual as the
young mutant entered the room, carefully carrying a bottle of expensive
whiskey and a glass. Remy avoided meeting his eyes as he placed both on a
small table next to Julien. He poured the older youth some of the liquor and
hurried to leave again.
“Merci, petit. No polite word for mah today, Remy? Dat ain't good! Y' gotta
learn to be more pleasant, eh? Com'ere and keep me company!” Remy had frozen
in place and now shyly turned to look at Julien.
“Mais Julien- de show starts in a few minutes! I gotta get ready!” Remy
didn't like the expression on the other man's face- he didn't know what to
make of it, but it seemed he was up to something.
“Dere won't be no show for y' tonight. I want y' 'ere with me! It been a
long time since we talked, non?” Julien's green eyes glittered dangerously
and Remy felt a sudden pang of fear.
“Mais Julien!”
“Merde!” Julien slammed his fist onto the table.
“I tell y' to stay, y' stay! Damn chatty brat! Close de door and come here!
Tout de suite!”
Casting his eyes on the floor, Remy obeyed. To Julien he may have looked
submissive, but Remy knew if he met Julien's eyes he wouldn't be able to
hold back his anger- and there was still some hope left that with indulging
the other one's whims he could soon get out of this uncomfortable situation.
Julien took a long swing of his whiskey and looked the thief all over.
“So... tell me 'bout y' first john! Did y' please him?”
Remy blushed a dark crimson. He had to answer no matter how ashamed he felt.
“Uhm... je pense que oui!”
Julien chuckled, emptying his glass and pouring himself a new drink
immediately.
“Tu penses, eh? Don' y' know, petit? How often did y' make him cum?”
// Merde! // Remy's cheeks burned even more. What should he tell Julien? He
didn't have the slightest idea what was considered a well done job in
pleasuring a man! If only he had asked Kei about it! But the two of them
usually avoided the topic.
“Uhm ... I really...”
“Answer mah question, brat!”
He had to say something! A number that sounded much, but still realistic.
“Like ... four times?”
“Oh, y' did? Y' seem rather talented, non? Dat's good cause I arranged two
new dates for you tonight, petit. Gonna go easy on mah youngest bitch.
Thought since y' tasted blood I'd give y' some chance to practice tes new
skills, eh?”
Remy's pulse rose. // Please, don't. Please, please don'!//
“Julien- don' – don' make me do dat!”
“Mais why not Remy? Y' survived dat beast of a man, what could be worse to
come?”
“Logan ain' no beast! He's a good person!” Remy furiously burst out and
regretted the words right after they were said.
Julien smirked at the younger man. // Y'see, Remy? Just where ah wanted y'!
Dieu, y' so naive in y' fits! //
“O là là, our lil' mutie whore has a crush on his john, huh?” Never had
whiskey tasted so good like now when he had the thief running right into his
trap.
“Fils de la putain!” Remy hissed at him, balling his hands into fists.
“What was dat? I'll 'ave to teach y' proper respect, once I feel inclined...
but silly, don' y' know dat guy sees y' only as a whore? He non like y' the
slightest bit! Just look at y' self, mutie bitch! Think someone would like
t' touch y' if it weren't they just need release? Y' ugly lil' freak! Dat
guy likes only a few parts of y'. De ones dat don' make no difference to an
homme once y' turn out de light. He likes y' holes, bitch, dat's it!”
“Non! Shut up, y' bastard!” crying out, Remy grabbed Julien's glass from the
table and smashed it against the wall behind the older youth. It took all
his willpower not to throw it straight into Julien's grinning face. Whiskey
slowly trailed down the wall.
“Y're so sweet when y' throw your fits, petit! Can' stand de truth, eh?”
Remy was still shaking with rage, but he did his best to regain control over
his emotions. That was what had gotten him through his life in that dreadful
place so far. Not showing the emotions that were burning inside him.
“Dat ain' de truth, homme! Y' don' know a shit!”
Julien chuckled and finally rose from his chair, stepping forward. Remy kept
his place. He wouldn't shy back, not this time! Now he had Logan as a
support and from what the Canadian had told him there were more people who
wanted to be his friends back at that mutant school. If he concentrated on
them, he would be able to bear everything! After all, there was scarcely
more than another week to endure! What was a week of humiliation compared to
all he had gone through so far?
Suddenly, Julien caught his arm and whirled him around. Remy hissed at the
tight grip. Why did Julien have to be so much stronger than him? How could
he ever become a member of that X-men team if he couldn't even defend
himself against a peer? Effortlessly, Julien shoved Remy into the armchair
and leaned in close to him.
“Oh, I do know some shit, Remy. A particular piece of shit dat pisses me off
to no end! Wanna know what it is? Dat y' actually thought I wouldn' find out
y' planning to escape wit' dat homme! Dat will never happen, y' bitch! Not
as long as I live! Y' my property Remy! I take care of y' each day an' all
y' ever reward me wit' is your damn disobedience! Didn' I tell y' to screw
dat guy? I know y' didn'!”
One look into Remy's frightened face told Julien he had hit bullseye with
his assumption.
“Makes me think mebbe y' wan' yer master to be y' first before we turn y'
into a whore... cause brat, ah promise y' from now on y' will work for y'
living just like everyone else! Marius gets old an' he won' mess wit' my
business any longer! No use whining to him! Y' will learn to do as I tell
y', compris?”
“Let go!” Remy tried to sound firm, desperate to gain back control over the
situation, but miserably failed, his voice shaking with fear. Forced into
eye contact with Julien, he felt his entire body starting to shiver. There
was so much dark desire in them, a wicked taste for inflicting pain and what
more some kind of insatiable passion. Remy's own eyes grew big with
surprise- it was so strange- drowning into Julien's sparkling greens he was
overwhelmed with emotions he never had experienced before- they were so
desperate, enraged and lonely, it hurt to be their victim. Was that what
Julien felt like? How could it be possible to share his emotions like that?
“Julien... I'm sorry but I can'- I can'-” Remy stared at the other youth
helplessly, compassion gaining the better of him, knowing he couldn' ever
take away the anger and pain that he so strangely sensed from Julien.
“Y' can' t what, y' slut? Y' can do anything I want y' to!” saying so,
Julien ripped off the light shirt Remy was wearing. The sound echoed in Remy
's mind, making him aware what was going to happen and leading him into
struggling to escape. He managed to push Julien away and ran towards the
door, when a sharp ache in his right leg sent him tumbling to the floor.
Crying out, he pressed his hand to the source of the pain, feeling a knife
sticking in his calf. Stars danced in font of his eyes, then suddenly Julien
was looming above him.
“I told y' to stay 'ere, petit! When y' ever gonna learn?” He pulled the
knife out, which hadn't gone too far into Remy's flesh, but still left him
bleeding and moaning out in pain. Julien scooped the flinching thief up in
his arms and carried him over to the bed. Fighting back the dark patches
blurring his vision, dragging him toward unconsciousness, Remy let out a
frightened scream. Once again he was confronted with his weakness, as Julien
dropped him onto his bed effortlessly, doing away with his pants no matter
how much Remy tried to defend himself. His attempts were only rewarded with
some firm blows.
“Shut up, y' lil' whore! I'll give y' what y' need, y' wretch!” Julien
caught his legs and brutally forced them apart. Kneeling between them, he
fumbled around with his zipper.
“No! S'il te plait, don'! Please!” Remy cried, silenced by another
backhanded slap across his already bruised cheek. Julien caught both of the
boy's frail wrists in his hand and tearing off a piece of the bed sheets, he
quickly bound them together. Smirking, he fixed Remy's bound hands to the
beautifully carved headboard. Who would have thought the old fashioned decor
would once come in so handy? Julien chuckled slightly at the thought. He
looked down at the broken creature splayed out for him to use. Lazily, he
freed his throbbing erection.
“Look at dat, Remy! Y' like my size? Dis will open y' up just right, petit.
I promise!” he moaned, grabbing a handful of Remy's auburn mane, forcing the
young thief to really have a look at his cock.
“Non, s'il te plait, non!” Remy whispered closing his eyes in disgust as
Julien altered his position and started licking at Remy's delicate throat,
biting down from time to time.
“Y' taste so sweet, Remy- like de lil' virgin tu es, non?” Remy flinched as
Julien pulled him closer, spreading his legs even more.
“We're gonna take care of dat now, little one!” Remy felt the heated tip of
Julien's erection press against his entrance and moaned in fear. For a
moment that seemed to last forever, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, Julien
shoved himself wholly inside Remy's unwelcoming body with one quick brutal
thrust. His vision growing dark again, Remy yelled out in pain. It felt like
being ripped into. His body spasmed around Julien's intruding shaft, and his
tormentor let out a pleased grunt. He didn't move any more, probably afraid
of coming too soon.
“Ah, petit... you are so tight! How y' like takin' it all at once, slut?
Feels good, non? Oh, desolé- for me it feels good, dat is!”
Slowly, Julien started pulling out of him again, until only the tip of his
huge member was still embedded in Remy's sore flesh. Then, moaning out,
Julien thrust back in so brutally he caused Remy to scream in agony.
The same act was repeated over and over, until Julien paused suddenly, his
cock resting so deep inside the younger one's body he could feel his balls
pressing against Remy's small buttocks. Gasping, he forced his lips onto
Remy's and let his tongue plunge into the mutant's lovely mouth. There was
no resistance left to prevent his intrusion and for some exquisite minutes,
he raped the younger Cajun's mouth just in time with the torn opening
between his victim's long trembling legs.
Breaking away from Remy's lips, Julien lifted the younger one's ankles to
rest on his shoulders and with a pleased sigh indulged in the new position
that granted him even better access to Remy's broken body.
“Y' such a sweet fucktoy, Rem! My little bitch! Y' dirty whore, y' enjoy
yourself, eh?”
Remy felt blood running down his thighs and the room started to spin.
Julien's insults were somewhat muffled by the increasing humming in his ears
and Remy's mind began to wander off to the bright smile of his older brother
and the warm voice of his father. How safe and cherished he had felt with
them! If only he could turn back time! But Henri was dead. The thought of it
threw Remy back into a reality that had Julien riding his body with
merciless thrusts.
Maybe he would die as well soon, from the way the wetness clung to his
thighs, he must have been bleeding considerably and his whole body throbbed
in pain. Remy felt too drained to defend himself any longer. His head was
lolling listlessly on the bed following the rhythm Julien forced on him.
“Don' dare passin' out on me, y' stupid whore!” Julien hissed at him,
landing another backhanded slap on Remy's cheek. Remy opened his eyes,
startled out of his haze. Julien had stopped moving again and was staring
down at him, still buried deep inside his torn flesh.
“See Rem just how y' are made for dat? Dat's all y' good for- ah should 'ave
done dat much earlier! Ahh...I wanna fuck y' again... and again... and again
!” Julien turned back to jerking his hips, each of his words met by a new
brutal thrust into Remy's narrow passage. Remy had by now lost every control
over his reactions and cried out in pain every time Julien shoved himself
inside his unwelcoming flesh.
“Shut de fuck up y' little slut! Y' better get used to my cock in y'! I'm
gonna show y' who's y' master, Remy!” Julien's voice was ragged from arousal
and Remy wished he wouldn't call him by his given name. It was somehow
easier to let himself be called a whore and worse, but his name was what
belonged to him. Hearing it from Julien somehow connected his soul to the
awful things that were done to his body and the tears which strangely enough
hadn't flown yet started running down Remy's cheeks.
Julien leaned in closer and lapped at them, making Remy moan out in
humiliation. The older youth simply smirked at him.
“Y' look s' pretty when y' cry like dat, Rem. Like a girl! If y' didn't have
dat thing 'ere one could take y' for a fille, y' know dat?” Julien wickedly
pinched Remy's soft manhood. Biting his bottom lip, Remy desperately hoped
Julien would finish soon. The pain becoming unbearable, he even started
wishing his body could adjust better to the unwanted intrusion. By now he
would have done anything to make Julien come, just to have the pain come to
an end. He was only glad Jean-Luc and Henri couldn't see him like this. Or
Logan.
As if he had read his thoughts Julien laughed out maliciously.
“I bet dat guy would 'ave loved to be y' first, huh? What would he say if he
saw y' like dat, petit? Wit' y' legs on my shoulders an my cock up y' ass,
whimperin' like a bitch in heat? He won' ever want y' again, y' dirty
whore!”
Remy cried out, not knowing if Julien's words or the unceasing assault on
his aching body hurt more.
“But mebbe I grace y' wit' my attention, eh? We'll see, petit. Mebbe I'm
generous enough to let y' spread y' legs for me some more? Would y' like
dat? Aw, y' would, huh? You would, y' whore! Dat's what y' wanted right from
de start, eatin' mah up wit' dat ugly red things y' got instead of eyes!
Y'... fucking...slut!” Julien's face contorted and with a last cruel thrust,
he spilled his seed deep inside Remy's tormented body.
Remy hardly heard what Julien was abusing him with. He had forgotten
something, hadn't he? If only he could concentrate on what it was but his
mind... it was so blurred...
// De show, I missed de show- Marius will be so angry wit' me!//
Julien slowly came down from his orgasmic heights. He found himself
collapsed on top of the young thief and as his breathing evened he lazily
stroked the tangled auburn locks. He braced himself on his arms to watch
Remy's face. The boy didn't look too well. He had never before seen him so
pale, not even when Remy had panicked at his imprisonment. Not when he
learned Henri had been killed, either. Julien frowned, not liking the lack
of expression in the red on black eyes whose sparkle had always intrigued
him. They were the strangest thing he had ever seen in his life, disturbing,
freaky, morbid – and beautiful. No matter how often he had bullied Remy
about them, deep in his heart Julien knew he found them far from being ugly
really.
Sighing, he pulled out of the younger one's shivering flesh- since when was
Remy's skin so cold? He had felt quite warm when Julien had been riding him
only minutes ago!
He wiped his limp manhood clean on the bedsheets and watched the damage he
had done. So much blood. Staining the sheets, trailing from the gash in his
calf, clutching to Remy's thighs, to his ass and the lower part of his
belly. There shouldn't be that much! Shit, why hadn't he gone softer on the
brat? Julien stood up and walked away from the bed, never turning his eyes
from the frightening display in front of him. Could it be that was all his
doing?
“Rem?” his voice sounded overloud in the deadly silence dominating the room.
“Merde!” he made his way over to the lifeless form on the bed again. Bending
down, he grabbed Remy's bony shoulders and shook him, hesitating at first,
then more and more violent as his desperation grew. Finally, some
consciousness seemed to form in the alien eyes again and Remy made a small
startled sound. Julien hated to admit it, but he was more than relieved the
thief seemed to be coming back to his senses.
“Hi there, petit! Gotta go now- y' clean y' self up and change de sheets -
don' wanna see no traces left when I come back, compris?”
“Julien, de show! I missed it! Don' tell Marius, s'il te plait!” Remy's
voice was feverish, his hands clawing at Julien's arms. Spooked, Julien
shoved the boy back onto the bed.
“Wha'cha talkin' about? Ain' no one interested in de fucking show!”
“Don' tell Marius, non? Don' make him lock me up again! Ah promise I won'
ever miss it again!”
“Damnit, brat! Y' don' know what y'r talking about!”
Julien turned to leave. Remy's state frightened him.
“S'il te plait Julien, s'il te plait, don' tell, don' tell him I missed it!”
Julien slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. He ran down the
stairs, out into the yard. The night was filled with its typical noises and
he wondered what to do about Remy. The boy seemed to have a bad shock or
something like that. Would it go away in time? Or should he ask for a doctor
to check on him? He could always lie his way out, saying some john had hurt
the brat so badly. He looked up at the window of his room, where Remy was
most likely still laying in his blood. Julien very much doubted he would be
able to get up and see to himself.
Restlessly, he paced the small backyard, surrounded by the cheering noises
from the club.
He couldn't risk Remy's death! Zut, why was that brat so damned frail you
couldn't even fuck him without inflicting major damage? Not enough Remy was
delicate in body; his mind as well seemed to be a sensitive thing, easily
lead towards destruction by the rape's disturbance. Maybe that sensitivity
came with being a mutant?
// Aw Rem, Rem, y' so frail an' y' need mah protecting y' so badly! But how
am ah t' protect y' when y' feel so fucking good crushed under mah body?
When y' so tight an' tremblin' around mah cock? When ah'm disgusted by what
ah've done to y' but all ah can think of is doin' it all over again? //

“Monsieur Boudreaux? Sady did her act tonight cause Remy was missing- we
just wanted to let y' know!”
Startled, Julien turned to look into Kei's concerned face.
“Dat's fine. Kei?” Julien swallowed hard.
“Yes?”
“Go fetch a doctor. One dat don' ask to many questions. De mutie ain' doing
well.”
Kei's eyes widened in shock.
“What y' staring at? Hurry de fuck up!” Julien yelled at the boy.
Without another word, Kei rushed off into the night.
 

Tbc