Cruel Intentions

Swinging his feet over the side of the bed, Remy smirked. After midnight, that meant he was home free. Giving one last glance to the leather cuffs dangling from the headboard, he pulled his jeans on and padded out the door and into the silent halls of the Xavier Institute.

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Logan woke slowly to the feel of soft lips and hot breath against his neck. Groaning softly, he clamped his hand down on the back of Remy’s neck and pulled the boy tighter against him. “What happened to our deal, brat?” Logan muttered, tangling his fingers in the boy’s soft cinnamon hair.

Pulling away enough to be able to speak, Remy propped himself up on one elbow and fixed the other man with a lazy smirk. “It’s after midnight,” Remy whispered with a wicked grin. “Y’ never said I had t’ wait ‘til morning.”

Damn, the kid was right; leave it to Remy to find a loophole. He hadn’t thought the kid would make it the whole week, but the boy’s determination was unshakeable once he had his heart set on something. “Brat,&1; L1; Logan muttered indulgently.

“Oui, Maître,” Remy whispered, kissing his way along Logan’s jaw with a soft purr of pleasure.

“That don’t mean you’re off the hook, boy,” Logan said firmly, forcing the boy to meet his eyes. “You picked your cuffs and the lock to my room.”

Ducking his head, Remy sighed. He knew better than to push his luck, but he couldn’t help himself. “Je suis désolé, Maître,” he said softly, hesitantly meeting Logan’s eyes.

“You know better than that. Don’t you, boy?” Logan asked, squeezing Remy’s chin firmly.

“Oui, Maître.”

“You’re not gonna do it again. Are you, boy?” Logan said firmly, making it clear what answer he expected.

“Non, Maître.”

“C’mere, boy,” Logan growled indulgently, pulling the boy tight against him. Remy hadn’t meant to disobey, he was just a brat. After all, he’d made it a whole week, spending each night alone, tied to his bed; that had to be worth something. After a week of that, the kid must have been desperate, and understandably.

Allowing Logan to pull him close, Remy sighed in relief, then moaned in pleasure as Logan bit him roughly on the neck, drawing blood with a soft snarl. He’d missed this so much…a week was just too long to wait.

Growling dangerously, Logan tugged at the waistband of the boy’s jeans. “You got too many clothes on,” he snarled, sitting up and pushing the boy onto his knees at his side.

“Oui?” Remy teased, spreading his knees wider and fixing Logan with a lazy grin.

“Don’t push your luck,” Logan warned, licking his lips hungrily.

Subsiding with a pout, Remy slid off the bed and moved to stand at Logan’s side, knowing better than to continue to push his feral lover. Just because he’d been good all week, it didn’t mean that he could act out now.

“Strip, boy,” Logan growled, wrapping an arm around Remy’s waist, pulling him up against the edge of the bed and pressing his lips hungrily to the boy’s chest, nipping sharply at one pebbled nipple.

Carefully freeing himself from Logan’s grip, Remy quickly undid the fly of his jeans and stepped out of them, knowing better than to draw it out. He was pushing his luck as it was; he didn’t need to get on Logan’s bad side by making him wait any longer than necessary. He may have been difficult, but he wasn’t stupid.

Waiting impatiently, Logan grabbed the boy by the waist and pulled him roughly back to him as soon as Remy had stripped out of his jeans. The week’s wait hadn’t just been hard on the boy; he’d barely made it the entire week himself and, now that he had his hands on his boy again, he couldn’t wait to claim what was his. Pushing the sheets off his lap, Logan pulled Remy onto the bed and settled the boy across his hips with a ragged groan.

Biting back a moan, Remy whimpered as Logan pulled him into an insistent kiss, his agonizingly hard cock rubbing maddeningly against Logan’s, the other man grinding up against him with a deep groan. Letting his eyes fall closed with a soft sigh, Remy surrendered gratefully to Logan’s control, arching his back to press himself tighter against his lover.

Never breaking the kiss, Logan freed one of the boy’s hips to grope through the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed, impatiently closing his fingers on the item of his search and popping the cap on the bottle. Tangling the fingers of his other hand in the boy’s hair, Logan pulled Remy into a sitting position and grinned at the look of frantic desperation on the boy’s face. “Soon, boy,” Logan purred, brandishing the bottle of lube.

Biting his lip impatiently, Remy watched with wide, hungry eyes as Logan lazily slicked his cock. At this close of range, his empathy was overwhelmed by the need coming off of Logan and by his own frantic desire, and it was only through sheer force of will that he kept himself in check.

Tossing the lube onto the floor by the bed, Logan swiped the palm of his hand across the sheets to wipe off the excess lube and grabbed Remy by the hips, settling him over his straining cock with a low snarl. “You ready, boy?” Logan growled, digging his fingers hard into the boy’s hips in emphasis.

Nodding eagerly, Remy closed his eyes with a soft whimper, submitting unthinkingly to Logan’s dominance, and braced his hands on Logan’s chest, fingers digging into the hard muscles unconsciously. He was ready…more than ready, he was despera It It had been pure torture going a week without this, without the feel of Logan’s hard body pressed up against his, without the comfort of his Master’s dominance.

“That’s my boy,” Logan praised, pulling down on the boy’s hips and sinking himself to the hilt with a snarl, teeth bared in ecstasy.

Eyes falling closed in ecstasy, Remy bit back a moan at the deep stabbing pleasure as he was taken, bracing himself against Logan’s chest with shaking arms. It felt good…incredible, so intense it was almost painful. Dazedly opening his eyes, Remy forced himself to remain still and waited for Logan’s command, whimpering in pleasure at the look of unchecked lust on his lover’s face.

“Go on, boy,” Logan snarled, tightening his grip on the boy’s hips and bucking up hard in emphasis, pleased by the boy’s obedient stillness. Growling in encouragement, he loosened his bruising grip on the boy’s hips and let his eyes fall closed with a ragged moan as Remy obediently began to move, letting Logan control the rhythm and the timing, grabbing onto the headboard for more leverage as Logan increased the speed of his thrusts.

Whimpering in desperation, Remy bit his lip to keep from screaming at the feel of Logan’s deep, insistent thrusts. Staring dazedly at the hard plane of Logan’s stomach, Remy groaned raggedly as Logan grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into an insistent, hungry kiss, his agonizingly hard cock rubbing maddeningly against the other man’s stomach and making him squirm and moan.

Never breaking the kiss or his rhythm, Logan reached down with his free hand and gripped Remy’s cock, stroking roughly in time to his thrusts with an insistent growl, hoping that the boy would understand the implied command.

Whining questioningly, Remy leaned helplessly into the harsh grip of Logan’s hand, wanting to be sure that he was interpreting the situation correctly. He’d been good all week and didn’t want to anger Logan by acting out now. Receiving a more insistent growl and a painfully hard squeeze to his aching cock in response, Remy let his eyes fall closed with a ragged moan and bucked helplessly into Logan’s strong grip, giving into his climax with a frantic whimper of relief.

Unable to hold out any longer against the hard clench of the boy’s ass around his cock and the rush of ecstasy flooding his mind courtesy of the boy’s empathy, Logan pulled the boy down onto his cock as hard as he could and came with a low snarl of ecstasy, teeth bared in frantic pleasure.

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“When do I get my reward?” Remy mumbled sleepily, sighing in pleasure as Logan pulled him tighter against his chest.

“Greedy, ain’t ya?” Logan said good-naturedly, shaking his head with an amused snort. It was a testament to the boy’s training that he’d waited as long as he had to ask, but the boy had been promised a reward for making it a week and, in typical Remy fashion, was now eager to claim his prize.

“Oui,” Remy agreed, stifling a yawn. “Now how ‘bout it?”

“T’morrow, Rem,” Logan said firmly. “Now go t’ sleep.”

TBC