OBJECTS IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR

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.

PART 1?


The limo revved it's engine and the driver watched the front door of the huge 2 storey mansion. It was a cold New York night and the heater in the limo wasn't much warmth. Logan sighed and lit a cigar. He stared out the passenger's side window and waited somewhat impatiently for the door to open.

The porch light came on, and the door had opened. An older man in a business suit was pulling a younger man in the same clothing fashion behind him. The younger man was doing his best to free his arm from the older man's grasp, but no avail.

Logan got out and made his way around to the right passenger door and opened it. He watched the man toss the younger one onto the backseat before turning to Logan and telling him the directions. "Got it." He answered and shut the door. Making his way back to the driver's side, he was topped again and given directions.

"....And Logan, make sure he takes his medication. Wouldn't want my client calling me about the boy being in another one of his 'moods', now would we?" The man tossed him a bottle of small blue pills that made a rattling sound as he caught it.

"Right. When am I bringin him back?" Logan tucked the bottle away in his left jacket pocket. He knew what the medication was, but it hadn't been his place to object.

The man smiled and looked down to see the younger man had rolled down the window and was peering out. "Thursday. His suitcase is in the trunk, correct?"

Logan nodded.

"Good. When you get back, join me in the study for a chat." The man smiled and turned to go back into the house.

The young man opened the door and stumbled out. Scampering to the older man's side, he begged the man to reconsider. "Don' wan' t' do dis, no more, Jake. Dat man, he....." The young man was on his knees and holding the man's hand as if he were going to be pulled away. Staring up in wide, groggy eyes, he struggled as the two other men grabbed him and helped him back to the car.

The older man cut him off and had Logan escort the hysterical kid back to the car. "Let me calm him down." Waving a hand at Logan to go back to the driver's seat. When Logan was in his seat, Jake knelt down and kissed the younger man's lips before taking out a syringe with a clear liquid, and injecting the kid's arm with it. "There ya go, kid. Take a rest, and it'll all be a nice vacation." The man whispered and kissed the drowsy young man before laying him back down. He shut the door and tapped on the hood to let Logan know he could drive off.

----------------------------------

It was a long and quiet ride to Statten Island. Not a sound from the kid in a long while. The partician window that separated the front from the back, was lowered and Logan checked the rear view mirror to see if the kid was ok. "Hey kid, you alive?"

Remy sat up from being sprawled across the seat, and yawned. Rubbing his eyes, he looked out the window and blinked.

"Hey! You okay?" He called again and managed to get the kid's attention this time.

Remy put his hand to his stomach and called back, "Gon' be sick."

"Shit!" Logan pulled the car over to the side of the road, immediately. No sooner had he come to a stop, had the kid opened the door and ran as fast as he could.

Remy ran through the woods. The lack of highway lights had made the perfect escape for him. Almost. He stopped a good distance away to catch his breath, and look back for the driver. Panting, he turned back and took a step into the man who had somehow appeared in front of him. He gasped and fell backwards. He stared up in shock and stuttered his question of how Logan had managed to get ahead of him so fast.

Logan huffed and picked the kid up. Throwing him over his left shoulder he simply told the kid, "Practice." Logan made his way back to the car, tossed him back onto the backseat and decided to give the kid his "medicine". He retrieved the bottle from his pocket and looked at the kid's scared eyes as he scooted to the other end of the car, away from Logan.

"Non, non. Don'! Still feel de other stuff." Remy shook his head and nearly embedded himself into the other door.

"Okay. You know what this stuff is, don'tcha?"

"Oui." He nodded.

Logan pocketed the bottle and slid himself onto the seat. "Yer gonna haveta calm down or the boss'll go insane. You gonna be good and let me do my job?"

Remy looked at him. "Y' don' use de pills, oui?"

"Okay. Stay." Logan pointed his finger, commandingly, at Remy as he slid out of the backseat and shut the door.

Shivers wracked Remy's body as the car started again and pulled back out onto the highway. The partician was still down, and Remy watched the man cautiously, who in turn, was watching him via the rear view mirror.

------------------------------

Logan glanced into the mirror to find Remy staring out the window beside him.

Remy had moved back to the right side of the car, and sat quietly. His right elbow was propped up on the door, and his hand was curled and rested against his smooth lips. The boy's long auburn hair had been brushed back, behind his shoulders and loose from it's ponytail. His black suit had been smoothed out from wrinkles and gatherings so that he looked like he was a very composed businessman.

"Mind if I ask ya why ya ran?" Logan decided to break the unbearable silence.

Sighing, Remy kept his gaze on the darkness outside, but answered flatly. "Too old t' be doin dis shit."

"Thought you wanted to get away from Mister Collins?" Watching the road, but also glancing back to watch the young man remain motionless in the backseat. Logan sniffed and sensed the hidden fear and wanting to run, from the young man.

"Non. Love him too much t' leave. Tired of fuckin' ev'one else."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Have you told him this?"

Remy sighed. "Jake won' listen t' me. 'Stead he drug Remy an' t'row him in de car, an' send him off t' fuck someone he don' wan' to fuck."

"Good point." Logan went back to watching the road. He had been working for Jake for a few months now. He'd been barely able to know a few of their names. The kid in the backseat, though- he hadn't really had the pleasure of talking to him, only driving him places. For a young man, Remy was pretty attractive. Eventhough, Logan had been told that Remy was strictly off limits to staff and other "employees", he couldn't resist a few glancing overs.

Remy's eyes moved from the window to the rear view mirror, and found that he was being watched. He sighed and turned back to the window. He knew Logan had been watching him for some time. And on previous drives, there were times Remy had even caught the lust that was hidden behind the uniform. However, he hadn't paid attention to it. Still, Remy had caught the sincerity in Logan's voice when they'd talk.

Logan cracked his window and took a cigar from his shirt pocket and lit it with the car's cigarette lighter. He heard movement from the backseat as the kid came ot sit on the seat behind him. He didn't look back to know the kid was watching him.

"A light, sil vouz plait?" Remy held a cigarette in his mouth and reached for the lighter.

Logan handed him his cigar to light the cigarette and then took it back and nodded as he was told "t'anks." He glanced back again to watch the kid smoke his cigarette and wonder to himself if the kid was as good as Jake passed him off to be. Guessing he'd never know, he pulled into the drive of another fancy mansion and came to a stop in front of the front steps. Logan quickly put the car in park and got out to open the passenger door for Remy. As the young man stepped out, he caught a scent of unease from him. The scent escalated as the front door to the house opened and a man in a wheelchair came outside.

Remy composed himself and walked up the steps and over to the man. They kissed briefly, and waited for Logan to bring the suitcase from the boot of the car.

"Glad to see you are better mannered this time, Remy. Perhaps it won't be so painful for you, this time." The man in the wheelchair examined the lanky Cajun as a hand moved to the younger man's firm backside. He was a bald, older man who was somewhere in his fifties. "I thank you for getting him here safely, Mister....?"

"Logan."

The man smiled. "Logan. Thank you." He repeated the name and then looked back at Remy. "Go inside, boy. We have much to do."

Remy gave Logan one last look before taking the suitcase from Logan and going into the house. He sighed and went upstairs to the man's bedroom and sat on the bed. Remy shivered as he looked around the room. He remembered the last time, and all the pain from being spanked and pulled and humiliated from crawling on the floor. The painful outfits he had to wear, along with the equally painful collar and inserts that threatened to split him in two.

"Will you be a good boy, Remy, or do I need to punish you, again?" The man said as he came into the room.

"Non. Remy be good." Remy shook his head.

ood.ood. I've planned a treat for us. You are going to join me, as my son, to a party tomorrow night. And Wednesday, I expect you to be on your best behaviour at my birthday party. For now, why don't we play a game before bed?" The man came closer and massaged Remy's right thigh.

"Oui, cher." Remy nodded and then moved to kiss the man. He was halted and told to undress and get ready for bed.

---------------------------------------

Logan could only guess at what had gone on the last time, and why the kid wasn't thrilled about going back. Smoking 3 cigars in a row, Logan somehow was able to keep his eyes on the road and his mind bouncing back and forth from Remy to his driving. He also wondered why Remy gave him a certain look before he went into the house. He hadn't seen that look in Remy's normally passive eyes, before. Still, it seemed to haunt him on the drive home. It was none of his business how Jake conducted business with Remy, let alone how the man would ignore such a beautiful creature. But what did he
care?

As he pulled the car into the driveway and brought it around to the garage, Logan shook his head and sighed to himself. He turned off the engine and shut the door. Closing the garage door, he made his way through the kitchen and into the study to inform Jake on the safe delivery of Remy.

"Good. A drink?" The older man smiled and offered as he poured another glass of Bourbon. Jake wasn't as old as the client, but near the age. He was in his forties, and already had a few greying hairs in his jet black hair. An elegant Italian who had his meanstreaks as well as his kind side. Offering Logan the glass and then motioned for him to sit down in the chair across from his, he waited for Logan to take a sip. "You've been here what--? Six months? And, already my girls have warmed up to you as their driver. Tell me, do you wish something else in your payment? A few of them, or just one in particular?"

Logan was silent. He sipped his drink and hesitated his answer. "No. I just drive them." Logan knew he couldn't say what he really wanted. He really wanted what he couldn't have. Picturing the young man, lying on the backseat of the limo as Logan drove himself into the tight body.

Jake interrupted his thoughts. "Did he give you any trouble?"

"No. Nothing I couldn't handle."

Jake smirked. "He must think I'm a bastard for making him do this. He came to me when he was 18, and needed a place to live and work. I gave him both, and he repaid me with his body. I do love him, Logan. Despite what he says, or thinks. He's young, I know, but the younger ones make better lasting lovers. Don't you think?"

Logan nodded.

The two men finished their drinks and headed for bed. Sunday nights were normally quiet and uneventful. Not even the girls on their days off were roaming around. Logan shrugged and opened his bedroom door. He flicked the light switch on and stood in surprise as a figure lie on his bed.

Rachel. Jake's younger sister.

Logan stared, and stood in shock at the naked woman, laying on her stomach and staring back at him. He had to admit, she was tempting and beautiful, but she was also Jake's little sister. "Somethin I can do for you, ma'am?"

The woman smiled and picked herself up to kneel on Logan's bed. Her long black hair matched his black fur comforter, and her soft, tan body was starting to excite him. She was slender and long, just like her brother was. Her body was mostly hairless and well-lotioned. She smelled of lavender lotion and Peach shampoo. Her voice was soft and sultry as it had to be due to the line of work she was in. "I thought you might need someone to warm you up on such a cold night."

"You mean, you want me to fuck the boss' sister, only to have you use it against me and have me fired when I don't play nice. Right?" Logan made his way over to the bed and put his hands on her hips.

"Something like that. I've been noticing that you haven't asked one of my girls to join you. So, I thought, I'd offer some company. Unless, you take after boys...?" Rachel played coyly with his collar. She pushed his jacket off of his broad shoulders and tossed it onto the chair at the end of the bed. Smiling and moving to start unbuttoning his pressed white shirt, she nipped kisses at his cheek and neck. Kissing her way down to his waist, she stopped at his belt and quickly unfastened it. Rachel shoved the material away and began licking at his erection.

Logan hissed as she took the tip fully into her mouth and sucked. "Look," He pushed her away before he really wanted to. "I'm really not in the mood to get canned over some fling with the boss' sister. As much as it kills me to say no, I'm sleepin alone tonight."

Rachel pouted. Without another word, she slid off of the bed and pulled on her silk, Japanese robe that had been draped over the edge of the bed. "Let me know if you change your mind, huh? I'm always ready for a goodnight drink." She winked and then left the room.

He sighed to himself and looked down at the unfinished task. Slipping off the rest of his clothing, he propped himself up against the headboard and stretched his legs out. Logan closed his eyes while quietly fantasized about the auburn haired Cajun in the backseat of the limo. Thinking about the boy, lying naked and panting as Logan fiercely pounded into him and then let wave after wave of hot liquid fill the sensual body below. Opening his eyes and gasping for breath, he examined the thick goo on his hands and stomach before moving to clean himself up in his private restroom.

TBC??