RATING: NC-17
WARNING: SLASH
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY
AUTHOR: SISTERWINE
SUMMARY: Now that Logan has Remy, can they move on from 1930? Logan takes drastic steps to ensure that he never raises a hand to Remy again. Is Remy ready for his future at the Mansion, or will he take off the bracelet and return to Logan's dreams?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sequel to "Only In My Dreams" (also mine). Also, Alanis Morrisette own
the right and title to "Sympatheic Character".  *Stereo* MARVEL COMICS hold the rights to
the X-Men. FOR FUN ONLY!!   NO MONEY!!
 

Rogue walked into the livingroom and sat down on the end of the sofa, closest to the door separating them.

Remy watched her as she walked slowly and seductively. The way her tight purple mini-dress seemed to hug her every move. And her black stilletoed high-heels clicked softly on the tile floor. Her hair smelled like lilacs, and Remy could feel himself getting excited. He cleared his throat and went to sit on the opposite end of the sofa.

She quickly got up and turned to sit on his lap, facing him. She giggled as Remy was taken by surprise. Her legs straddled his, which pushed her skirt up a few inches, giving Remy a good
view of her black laced panties. Reaching into her small black pouch-like purse, she took out a small, thin metal necklace with a blinking light, and fastened it around her neck. She took off her gloves and placed her hands on his shoulders, and one moved to the back of his head. "Such a
pity that Logan's the only one who is allowed to touch ya, shugah." Rogue smiled at him and moved her hands to the buttons on his shirt, and started unbuttoning them. "So does yah lips
taste like his, or are they sweeter?"

Remy's eyes went wide and tried to push her off of him, but found it impossible. "Non, sil vouz plait, chere. Don' do dis. Remy g't in trouble."

"Shhh, shugah. He doesn't have ta know. It'll be just our little secret. We'll take a nice hot bath, when this is all over. He'll never know." She winked and refocused on his buttons. She filled her mind with a birage of images of lust and love, knowing full well what she was doing to him.

His jeans suddenly became even tighter, and he wasn't sure if he should be enjoying it, or not.
The sensations were good, and he had been so wanting of this contact. But with Logan, and not
a half witted-hussy like her.

Spreading his shirt away from his chest, her hands ran across the hairless plains and her lips moved to his. She kissed him and lapped at his lips with her tongue, wanting entry. Rogue pushed her tongue into his mouth as a wandering hand slid down his chest and stomach to feel his warm hardness between his legs. As he gasped at the contact, she increased her lustful need and closed her eyes. As his hands slid up the outside of her thighs, underneath of her skirt and pushed the material back, fully exposing her lace panties.

Remy realised he couldn't avoid the images, and she was so strong that he couldn't push her off, he gave in. He shivered and hoped Logan would come through the door and drag her off of him before it went any farther. But, no Logan. He was being greatly overpowered by her, so much so that his head was starting to hurt.

Her advances continued. Her hand massaged his erection through his jeans, before she growled softly and moved to undo his jeans. Slipping her hand in, she pulled him free of his denim prison and his breath caught as she began to stroke him. Skin on skin. "Ya know, hon, muh powers
don't let me touch anyone. That's what this is for." She pointed to her necklace when she saw
that Remy was now staring at it, curiously.

Remy looked up at her and groaned as her administrations became more intense. Placing his
hands on her hips, he gently guided her off of him and watched as she had stood up and pulled
her dress up over her head and tossed it onto the sofa, beside him. His eyes moved hungrily over her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, and his eyes were now fixed on her hands, as they slowly pushed her tiny, black laced panties down to her ankles. He reached down and gently lifted each foot and slid the lace off, before placing them with her dress.

Save her shoes, she now stood naked infront of him.

"F'rgive Remy, Logan. Je t'aime." He whispered and slid off of the sofa, onto his knees. His
hands on her hips, guiding her wetness to his lips, and lapping at it. His tongue dipped into her,
and she gasped loudly. Remy licked and sucked at her delicious channel. Soft moans escaped his throat.

Rogue weaved her fingers into his hair and held him to her. Gently pushing his tongue deeper into her, she moaned and gasped. Her body tingled and danced on the edge of orgasm. Not exactly wanting to, she eased him away from her and turned to lay parallel, on her back, with the sofa. Making sure her head pointed towards the doorway. She reached for his hand and pulled him, slightly, to lay ontop of her.

He stared down at her and shivered as her excitement took over him, yet again. As if moving under a spell, he eased himself into her wet opening, never letting his eyes break contact with
hers. He calmed her as she gasped in pain and trembled at the sensation. "Shhh, petite. It's okay, chere." He moved deeper into her, rhythmically, once she settled. Again, he was filled with her exotic thoughts and wonderful musky scent.

She had her hands on his shoulders and her hands played with the long auburn locks that fell
over them. Unbeknownst to him, she had taken his hairtie out when she had first sat on his lap. She gasped and moaned again as she closed her eyes and arched up into him.

Another pang of lust hit him and he started to thrust himself deeper into her, with more speed.
He could feel himself about to lose control. He pushed again and froze, deep within her. Feeling her mind-blowing orgasm pulse through him, he had released as well. He panted and kissed her neck. Slowing his movement, he removed himself and lay on top of her for a moment.

A growl.

Remy's head shot up and looked to the doorway to find Logan leaning against the frame, with his left shoulder. His arms were crossed and his left foot crossed his right and pointed to the floor. Remy shivered, violently. He got up and righted his clothing as he hurried past Rogue. "Desole, Logan. Sil vous plait, amour, f'rgive?" His voice refused to rise from a notch above a whisper. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he cautiously ran past Logan and up the stairs.

Again Logan growled, and kept his eyes on the both of them.

Remy tripped a few times, but never slowed his pace. Remy had felt an extremely dangerous
rage from the older man and he ran faster. Reaching the top of the stairs, Remy glanced back to see Logan growling at the bottom of the staircase. He turned and tripped, got up, and scrambled
to an empty bedroom at the end of the hall, to the right. The door slammed shut behind him, as
he locked it and pushed a small dressing table infront of it.

He lay curled on the floor, sobbing, as he could vividly see Logan's reaction to Rogue being in the house. He had no choice but to listen to their shouts and furniture being knocked over, and then Rogue screaming as she ran out the front door.

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Remy sat to the left of the blocked door, his knees drawn up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around them, tightly. He rocked back and forth, letting his back gently come in contact with the wall. The room was dark except for the light that came through the window, directly across
from the door.

The room was mainly empty. A twin sized bed protruded out from the wall, to the left. It was made with a heavy, yet thin red velvet material. The pillows had been neatly piled at the head of
the bed, and varied in size, shape, and colour. He looked to the window. It would be his only escape, if worse came to worse and Logan decided to come through the door. He planned to
stand up, hop over the end of the bed and dive through the window, glass and all. If worse came to worse.

Footsteps in the hall, coming towards him.

A knuckle sharply tapped at the door, startling him. A voice spoke, but not in anger. "Come on out, Rem. I aint gonna hurt ya."

"G' 'way, cher. Remy promise, he wash himself. Make sure he clean, oui. Jus' go 'way." Remy shook, and he knew his fear was greatly overpowering Logan.

Logan leaned against the door and said softly, "This door aint what's keepin me out of there, kid."

"Oui cher, I know."

"I'm gonna go downstairs. You come out when yer ready, okay?" He sighed and turned to walk back down the hall, before turning again to walk down the stairs. He sat at the long oak table and listened. The house was so quiet, he was able to hear the pounding of Remy's heart in his chest, and the ragged breaths.

Remy stayed there for a moment. He inched his way, up the wall, to his feet and shaking as he stood there. Remy took slow steps over to the bed and curled himself- like a cat- in the middle of it. He was so tired, and warn from worry, fear and crying, that he immediately succombed to unconsciousness. Throughout the night, he lay in the same position, too exhausted to move, or even dream.

When dawn woke him, he pushed himself up to a sitting/leaning position and listened. Footsteps again, soft and slow, coming towards him. He waited for the knock or Logan's voice, but all he heard was something being set down in front of the door. And then, the footsteps retreated.

He got up from the bed, and walked cautiously to the door. He didn't hear anything. He pushed
the table away from the door, and cracked it open. Remy peeked out, into the hall. No Logan. Looking down, Remy found a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, sitting infront of him, on the floor. The fork had been half hidden under a scoop of eggs. Beside that, sat a cup of hot coffee. The plate was still hot as well. Snatching the plate and coffee up and shutting the door, he locked it again and went to sit on the bed. He placed the coffee on the floor, beside the bed and turned
his attention to the hot plate in his right hand.

Remy hurriedly cleared his plate. He was so hungry. When the plate was cleared, he set it to his right, on the bed and leaned over to pick up the coffee. Mmm, good and strong coffee. He sipped and blew lightly at the dark liquid. Being so busy with his coffee, he didn't seem to hear the footsteps, again coming down the hall and stopping on the other side of the door.

"Rem, come out, please? I'm not angry with you." Logan leaned against the frame on his right shoulder, and turned his head into the door. He spoke softly, and calmly.

Coffee spilled as Remy jerked at the sudden noise. Hot splashes hit his lap and shirt. "Zut!" He cursed, softly. He looked to the door. The small dressing table had been pushed to the hinges
side of the door. Remy guessed he wouldn't have enough time to push it back, if Logan had gone back on his word. He hadn't moved.

Logan sighed and turned around to leave. Taking a few steps, he heard the door unlocked and open. He stopped and turned around to see Remy standing in the middle of the hall, with his
hands at his sides and his head bent in shame. Logan walked back over to him and embraced him in a hug. Remy didn't move. His hands played with the soft hair that had hung loosely down his back. He sighed again and closed his eyes as Remy finally returned the embrace. After a long few moments, Logan pulled away and studied the young man. "Let's get you cleaned up, huh?" He whispered, lifting the boy's chin to look at him.

Remy nodded and started for the bathroom, at the end of the hall.

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After his bath, Remy sat on the end of the bed, clad only in a towel around his waist. "C'n we g' back now, m'sieur?" He asked quietly, as Logan fished clean clothes out of the boy's tall, tan dresser.

During the night, Logan hadn't been able to sleep. So, he put the clothing away and cleaned up
the mess in the livingroom. Anything to take his mind off the events just a few hours prior.

Logan cleared his throat, and turned to hand Remy some clean clothes. "No. Not yet, baby. We still have a lot to work through. I know, I promised, but..... we're almost done." He knelt down, infront of Remy and looked up at him. "You're doin so good, baby. Just a little longer, okay?" Logan brushed a wet lock out of Remy's eyes and smiled as the kid nodded and shrugged.

Remy sighed, and got dressed.

Logan had left him alone to retrieve the plate and cup from the extra bedroom, and take them downstairs to be washed. Remy joined him in the kitchen.

"Now what, Logan?" Remy stood there, with his hands in the front pockets of somewhat loose but tight fitting, faded blue jeans and an untucked plain and a slightly darker blue T-shirt. His feet were bare and warming the tiles with each step. His hair had been combed and pulled back into
his signature ponytail, while his bangs hung low over his eyes.

Logan turned around from the sink to acknowledge him. He breathed and admired the gorgeous beauty who was standing just inside the doorway to the kitchen. Logan smiled. "Now, we're gonna go out and enjoy the day." Setting the clean plate into the dishwasher, and closing the
door, he reached for a towel to dry his hands. He tossed the towel onto the counter, beside the sink and made his way over to Remy.

What a day it was. They spent the day sitting on the porch swing, in the front yard. Remy curled up and purred into Logan's chest as he was being petted and held. They watched the dark clouds roll in and pour down a heavy sheet of rain. Both of them were quiet, and Remy had noticed that Logan's hand had stopped playing with his hair. He looked up at the man to find him asleep.

Remy snuggled back into him, again. Listening to Logan's thumping heartbeat. He sneezed and looked back up at Logan as the man opened his eyes. He smiled apologetically.

"Come on, let's get you inside before you get sick. You aint catchin cold on my shift, kiddo." Logan nudged Remy off of him and was pulled ot his feet.

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"Welcome home, monsieur!" Remy swung open the doors and walked inside before stopping in
the middle of the entranceway. He swung his black suitcase in his left hand and stretched his
arms out widely at the house.

"Nice place." Logan walked in and held his suitcase in his right hand as he shut the door with
his left. Setting his suitcase down, in front of the door, he wandered into the livingroom and stared at the tall bookshelf in front of him. Row upon row of tons of books stared back at him.

Remy walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, laying his head on Logan's shoulder.

Logan wondered if Remy had read any of them, or did he just keep the books there for looks.

Remy smiled and took his hand. "Come, cher. I show you where y' can sleep, oui?" He smiled
and led Logan back into the entranceway, and up the stairs. He only stopped, briefly, to pick up the two suitcases.

Logan followed the slender young man and admired the body of his beautiful host. The black trousers that seemed to hang from his slim hips, the long-sleeved white shirt that was pressed and tucked in. His shoes seemed too big, but Remy had no problem walking in them. And of course, the long auburn ponytail that hung down behind him.

As Remy reached the top of the stairs, he explained about the bedrooms and how they weren't exactly ready for company. He smiled as Logan had been a few steps behind him. He nodded his head towards the hall to his left and showed Logan into the bedroom, placing both suitcases onto the bed.

"Do y' mine de lef' side of de bed, cher? I like t' be close t' de door." He smiled.

"Suits me fine. You live here alone? Gotta maid?" He leaned against the doorframe with his left shoulder and smirked.

Remy nodded and wrapped his arms around the older man. "Oui. Jus' Remy. De maid come twice a week. Why y' ask, cher?"

Logan smiled again and placed his hands on Remy's hips. "When I'm done with you, she'll need
to wash the sheets. Come here." He kissed Remy's velvet lips and licked at his jawline. He
grunted and growled as he unbuttoned and removed Remy's shirt, tossing it onto the floor.

Remy pushed him back to remove the suitcases from the bed and then move to remove his belt
and trousers. He let them fall to the floor and slipped out of his shoes, as he kicked off the material. He now stood in front of Logan, naked.

Removing his own shirt, and unfastening his trousers, Logan eased Remy back onto the bed, telling him to lie down. Looming over the boy, he hungrily licked and kissed him. His mouth wandered down Remy's chest and nipped at his collarbone. He smiled as Remy gasped.

Remy stroked Logan's throbbing erection and filled his mouth with saliva and dipped two fingers into the wetness. When they were wet enough, he slipped them out and coated Logan's erection with them. Getting it wet enough, Remy placed the tip at his tight entrance and spread his legs widely.

Logan pushed himself in, to the hilt and waited. He smiled as Remy moaned and wrapped his
arms around the man above him. They kissed, deeply as Logan began to thrust himself in and out of the slender body. He kissed at the pain that played against Remy's face. He kept his rhythm slow and sensual. Logan licked at Remy's jugular and thrust a bit harder into the young body.

Remy moaned and smiled. His mind was filled with intense images and very sexual and primal feelings. He reached between them and stroked his own forgotten erection. Pulling his legs up so that his knees bent and the arches of his feet rest on the edge of the bed, he moaned and arched
up into Logan's thrusts. The rhythm had become faster and more intense.

The afternoon sun shone through the light blue curtains and Logan watched the kid writhe underneath of him. He winced as a ribbon of white shot out of him and landed onto his bare
chest. His eyes were closed and his mouth opened as a quiet gasp escaped him. How beautiful he was. Logan thrust deeper into him. "Is that all ya got, kid? Or do ya got more?"

Remy opened his eyes and smiled up at him. "Oui, cher. Remy got plenty. Y' come f'r me. I come f'r y', hey?" He panted and closed his eyes again. His tongue wet his lips as his mouth opened in another gasp. He moaned and pulled himself harder as a multiple and considerable amount
spilled over his smooth chest. He was kissed again as Logan slammed hard against him and froze. Hot, wet liquid rushed up into Remy's body. He moaned and panted.

As they cooled, Logan removed himself and lay beside Remy, on his right side. His head was propped up on his elbow and he dipped a finger into the puddle on Remy's stomach. Bringing it
to his mouth and sucking on it, he cooed, "Mmm. Damn! You taste sweet, darlin."

Remy looked at him and smiled. "Merci, cher." He panted as he watched Logan lean over him and lap at the puddle on his stomach. He smiled as Logan had started tickling him with his tongue.

Logan stood at the open window, smoking his cigar and watching Remy sleep. His erotic dream had caused him to wake and need a good smoke. He smiled as he'd finally gathered all of the main pieces of his mystery lover. He remembered the dream and how it felt. Remy had clearly wanted Logan and he now knew he wanted Remy just as badly.

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A week had later, and Remy was alone, again. He sat on the second to last step of the staircase and stared at the door. His elbows were propped onto his knees and his hands cradled his slender chin. He wondered where Logan was. He had been gone since early evening and it was just now arriving at 2AM. He sighed and stood up.

A few days prior, Logan had purchased a huge black stereo system. It rested against the wall that divided the livingroom from the view of the stairs. Remy examined it completely. It stood nearly
as tall, if not taller, than him. From floor up, a storage space for records or tapes or CDs. A record player rest above it, on a shelf of its own. On top of that, an amplifier, under a dual tape deck, under a CD player. To each side stood equally huge speakers. He examined the buttons and knobs and recalled Logan telling him how to turn it off and on and tune in on a station.

He pushed a button and was knocked back, landing on his backside. Remy sat dazed and in
shock of the noise that bellowed from the odd machine. His hands propped him up from behind, and his legs had been outstretched in front of him, and slightly spread. His mouth hung open as
the sound continued to fill the house.

A woman sang to him. Her sultry voice was near speaking as she spoke in rhythm to a strange techno beat with a drum base. He stood up and took two steps forward.

*I was afraid you'd hit me if I'd spoken up I was
afraid of your physical strength I was afraid
you'd hit me below the belt I was afraid of your
sucker punch I was afraid of your reducing me
I was afraid of your alcohol breath I was afraid
of your complete disregard for me I was afraid
of your temper I was afraid of handles being
flown off of I was afraid of holes being punched
into walls I was afraid of your testosterone
I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and I've kept mine bubbling under for you*

The song was making him think. And it was hitting home, all too well. He listened intently.

*You were my best friend
you were my lover
you were my mentor
you were my brother
you were my partner
you were my teacher
you were my very own sympathetic character*

Tears slid down his pale cheeks as he had only thought of one name. Logan. But, Logan had changed. Hadn't he? He didn't dare hit Remy now. And his claws were not even discussed. So
far, Logan hadn't had a drink of anything, not that Remy saw. He had a beer, but he didn't abuse the young man afterward. Never even thought of it.

The song continued.

*I was afraid of verbal daggers I was afraid of the
calm before the storm I was afraid for my own
bones I was afraid of your seduction I was afraid of
your coercion I was afraid of your rejection
I was afraid of your intimidation I was afraid of
your punishment I was afraid of your icy silences
I was afraid of your volume I was afraid of your
manipulation I was afraid of your explosions*

Remy shook and remembered everthing. Every slap, every push into walls or doors. Every
bruise and scratch that he wore on his skin as a constant reminder not to dance on the edge of Logan's fury. He wanted to turn the machine off, but his body refused to let him move. Sobs escaped him and threatened to break into deep, long and hard wails.

*I have as much rage as you do
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and I've kept mine bubbling under for you*

He stood there, in tight and faded blue jeans and a medium sized red denimed long-sleeved shirt. He wondered why it had been a request to wear mainly long sleeves on his shirts. He had
nothing to hide, anymore. And, certainly, he didn't expose himself to the sun to cause any form
of burning. He'd guessed it was because he would hide his markings from everyone who wasn't Logan.

The song continued.

*You were my best friend
you were my lover
you were my mentor
you were my brother
you were my partner
you were my teacher
you were my very own sympathetic character*

The front door slammed shut and Logan was screaming at him. "What the hell are you listenin to? Damn kid, people can hear that all the way into town." He came to stand next to Remy, who quickly wiped his eyes before Logan saw, and turned the volume down.

*You were my keeper
you were my anchor
you were my family
you were my savioour
and therein lay the issue
and therein lay the problem*

"Jus' wan'ed t' see 'ow it worked, cher. Desole." Remy forced a small smile at the man who was now looking at him, squarely.

Logan turned back to the entranceway and started up the stairs. "Just a song kid. No need fer gettin emotional. Turn it off and let's go to bed." He was stopped as he reached the forth step. Logan turned around to see Remy had grabbed onto his belt.

"Non, not jus' a song, mon amour. It tell 'bout Remy's life. It tell 'bout his life wit'......." Remy couldn't finish. He couldn't bring his voice to form the one word he knew would set Logan's rage off.

Logan grabbed ahold of Remy's upper arms with bruising force, and shook him slightly. "With whom, huh? Finish." He came to stand at Remy's level and swung him around, by his right arm, and push his back up, against the wall. "Say it, Remy!" He growled. His right hand was now clutching Remy's throat.

".......Wit' you, cher." Remy stared at him, scared to death of what was to hapen next. He tasted Logan's emotions. Rage, torment, excitement, and......... something else. Hope? The brutal
mixture made Remy's head swim. He had to do something to keep everything from repeating. Finally, he put his hand up to Logan's chest and charged it. He let go and watched as Logan was sent back into the wall across from him. Remy panted and choked for his breath.

Logan had dropped onto the floor, lying on his stomach. He groaned and picked himself up, mumbling something under his breath. "That's it, kid. Fight. Live." Releasing his claws, he threw himself at Remy, only to slam into the wall as Remy had slid to the left and ran for the livingroom.

He drastically searched for something to charge. He looked to the sofa and found a deck of Bicycle playing cards. Snatching them up and charging a few, he tossed three at Logan and jumped up onto and over the back of the sofa in a bleak attempt to get away. Logan still came at him. Remy panted and ran for the entranceway, again.

Logan stopped him before he reached the staircase and spun him around to face him. Once again, he held onto Remy's upper arms, crushing his shoulders with powerful thumbs. "Very good, darlin. You're fightin to live, aren't ya?"

Remy closed his eyes and nodded. Tears slipped down his trembling cheeks.

Pulling Remy to him, he held the crying boy against him, and explained. "This is why I brought
ya here, Rem. You needed this game to show you how to live like you used to. Oh baby, I'm so sorry I hurt ya. It's all over now. You did so good, baby. So good." Logan held him and smiled
as he felt Remy's arms around him, holding him, as well.

Remy let himself sink down to the floor, and Logan eased down with him. He sobbed and
pounded at Logan's chest with the end of his fists. Cursing at Logan in gutteral French and swearing that he hated the older man for killing him, and then forcing him to relive it. And finally,
he fell lack against Logan.

Laying Remy down, and splaying him out, he leaned over and whispered into his right ear. "Now, we can make love, darlin. I'm proud of ya." He leaned back and watched Remy look about
himself and where he was lying.

"Non. Non, sil vous plait, cher. Not here." Remy whispered and tried to sit back up, but a gentle hand on his chest pushed him back down.

"Yes, here, babe. Right here. It'll take all yer pain away, and you can move on. We can move on. It won't hurt, I promise. I'm ready for you, Rem. And I know, you want me too." Logan soothed. He had placed a hand at Remy's right cheek and leaned in to kiss him.

Logan started unbuttoning Remy's shirt, and then lifting him up to remove it. Laying him back down, he unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. Remy lifted his hips up, off the floor and let Logan slide his jeans off. Logan knelt beside him, and removed the boy's white cotton briefs and set
them with the pile of clothing, beside the staircase. He bent down and gently licked at Remy's erection.

Remy focused on Logan and what he was doing. The claws had vanished and the hands weren't bruising him. They were cupping him, rolling him between fingers, and stroking him in long,
slow strokes. Remy hissed and "mmmm-ed" at the ministrations. He had been waiting for this for so long.

Logan pulled his black T-shirt off and unfastened his belt. A hand worked at his button and
zipper, opening them and pulling his own manhood free.

Remy lifted himself up and worked his mouth over the hard and throbbing length. Long, slender fingers wrapped around the base, as his mouth coated every inch of the length. He smiled as it was Logan's turn to moan in pleasure. A hand on the back of his head tugged him away and lay him back down. He watched as Logan pushed his legs apart and placed himself between them.

Taking a hand with long, luscious fingers and kissing each tip. Logan sucked on the index and middle fingers before placing the boy's hand on his own erection and telling him to stroke.

Remy did as he was told. Closing his eyes, and rocking his hips upward, he increased the rhythm after a moment and then gasped as a small puddle spit out and onto Logan's open hand. Remy focused, sleepily, on Logan's hand. His own come was being smeared over Logan's erection. And then a finger at his tight entrance caught him by surprise.

Logan licked Remy's stomach clean and trailed his tongue up to Remy's chin. Kissing his
jawbone, and then the sweet, velvety mouth, Logan pushed into the boy, almost in complete ease. A startled gasp against his lips, and his teased the boy, inch by inch. Push in a little and pull out, push in more and pull out again. He'd done that until he was all the way inside. He looked down
at Remy and wiped away new tears that threatened to fall. "It's all right, now. You made it. It'll
be so good, babe. So good."

Remy nodded and placed his hands on Logan's hips to guide him. They kissed again, tongues wandering, hungrily at each other. A strong hand cupped the back of his neck and held him to
the older man. Another muffled moan as Logan increased the pace and moved the hand from Remy's neck to the boy's erection. Remy watched him and arched up into him.

"I missed you, Remy. I remember it all, now. I remember how bad I wanted you, that first day
on your bed. How beautiful you looked as you arched up into me. And how good you came. I want you like that, again. Here, right now. Come for me, just like that, darlin." Logan whispered into Remy's left ear, nibbling at it and licking his neck. He thrust a bit harder and felt the boy
wrap his hand around his length and start to stroke himself.

Remy watched him and smiled, tiredly. "Oui, mon amour. I come s' good, jus' f'r you." He pulled
a bit harder and watched Logan's excitement dance in his eyes. Biting his lower lip, and stroking
a bit faster, he divided his attention to Logan's mad thrusts, and his own. Stifling a groan, he
pulled and arched up and shook as Logan slammed into him and filled him. Once again, multiple orgasms spilled over Remy's taut stomach, considerably. He panted and kissed the man above
him.

"That's it, kid. So good. Oh, so damn good." Logan was still buried deep inside the tight channel, and still filling him. They had kissed and separated. Breathing a sigh of relief, Logan removed himself and lay on his side to the left of Remy. And elbow held his head up, as a finger from his other hand dipped into the white puddle on Remy's stomach. Instead of bringing it to his own mouth to taste, his fingers pushed gently at Remy's lips and were sucked clean by the mouth.
"See how good you taste, darlin?"

Watching the boy nod in agreement, he leaned forward and once again, lapped at the sticky mess, tickling Remy.

As they picked themselves up and Logan had gone to turn off the stereo and livingroom lights, Remy had turned around to gather his clothes and look at the stained spot. "Logan? S'gone. De blood is gone."

Logan came up behind him and smiled as he wrapped an arm around Remy's stomach. "I thought it would do that. You canceled it out, baby. It was there to remind us of pain and hurt, but once it was replaced with love, it disappeared. I bet the one at the top of the stairs is gone too." Kissing Remy's shoulder he gave him a slight push up the stairs.

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They lie in bed and snuggled. Logan on his back, and Remy draped overtop of him. Remy flirted with dreams and sleep, while Logan stared up at the ceiling.

"Rem...?"

"Hm?"

"What about the house, now? Still hate it?" Logan turned his head and kissed the top of Remy's head.

"Non. We keep it f'r summer home, oui?" Remy said before a soft yawn.

"If you want? Unless, you want to move back here, permanently?" Logan teased at the question, hopefully.

Remy snuggled in, closer. "Oui, cher. Remy follow y' an'where, Logan."

"Rem...?"

"Hm?"

"Je t'aime."

A sleepy smile and a whisper. "Je t'aime, aussi."
 

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THE END!!!!!!!

I'm finally done with this tormenting story!!! Je suis tres desole, Remy!!!!