Case File #412

Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the right to Logan, Remy, and Jean-Luc. I own the rights to the other character in the story. No harm intended, no money exchanged, simply for pleasure and entertainment.


During the flight in the personal jet of his employer/new love, Remy had mostly sat in the plush swivel chair and stared out the window. He kept his eye on what Keith Ramsie was doing out of the corner of his eye but, had mostly bored with the flight. They had waited for months to do this deal and if it was a bust, Remy was going to be very unhappy. A dark grey business suit with white shirt and black suit shoes, he sat left over right cross-legged and held his chin up by resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and curling his hand around the left side of his jaw. He had let his hair grow so that it was shaggy but well kept and resting behind his shoulders.

Ramsie was constantly on the phone and wandering around the cabin as he talked. Hanging up with one call, he sighed and sat down beside Remy and reached for Remy's free hand. "Can you see Boston from here, yet?" His voice was silky with a slight New York accent. He was only a few years older than Remy with smokey brown hair and laughing hazel eyes with a well-muscled body to match his handsome looks.

"Hm?" Remy turned to look at him and quirk a smile before turning back to the window. "Nope. Jus' clouds. When d' we get off dis circus ride?"

Ramsie laughed huskily. "Just another hour or so." Patting Remy's hand and standing up to answer yet another call, he took one more look at the younger man and turned back to the caller. "I want this deal. How many do we have, already?" he paused to listen to what the other side had to say. "Then you make sure we get through this. I'm not postponing my trip, to go to jail!"

He listened carefully to the call as he pretended to be more concerned with the clouds they went through. As Ramsie hung up and once again sat down beside him, Remy looked over at him and could see the tension in him. Uncrossing his legs and sliding off his chair, Remy knelt in front of Ramsie and ran his hands along the man's thin sides as they kissed. His lithe fingers slipped to the man's pants fastenings and he quickly undid them before sinking down to nibble and lick at the hardening manhood.

Watching Remy suck and lick, Ramsie sat there with nonchalant interest and sighed as the ministrations were helping very little with his tensions. He looked up, casually, as one of his bodyguards stepped out of the cockpit and came to stand in front of his employer. "Yes?" Another deep breath as Remy's mouth was steadily easing the frustration.

Remy didn't stop and could care less that someone else was in the room, watching him. He heard the big, thick man in a tan suit report that they were 45 minutes away from landing. Trying not to choke as Ramsie's hips rocked up and drove his erection further down Remy's throat and a hand was placed at the back of his neck, he began to suck harder and paced himself as the bodyguard, Hugo, was dismissed. Finally, Remy got his way and swallowed with deep, throaty moans. "Feel better?" Sitting back and smiling, Remy observed the older man's panting and sated state.

Smiling and sitting forward to kiss Remy's lips, Ramsie thanked him and nodded before pushing Remy to lie back on the floor as he climbed over to straddle Remy's hips. Kissing Remy again, the older man ran his hands along Remy's chest, feeling the smoothe plains through the soft and cool material.

The feeling Remy was getting from the man atop him was more than simple playfulness, it was lust, greed, power, and jealousy. It was enough to make him sick to his stomach, without the feeling of turbulance steadily rising, as they stared into each other's eyes. It was overpowering to him that the man above him was so well conserved from any normal person but Remy LeBeau was not normal. "We have a good half hour before de plane lands, cher. Ya want Remy to satisfy you more?"

"Perhaps later. Right now, I need to make a few calls." Standing up and pulling Remy to his feet by the hand, they were instantly jostled back to the floor with turbulance.

Hugo returned to the cabin to inform Ramsie and LeBeau that they had just flown into a thunderstorm and the captain has instructed them all to take their seats and fasten their safety belts. The cabin of the plain was similar to an executive office, with chairs that were placed in all different directions and a desk and sofa placed along the sides. Hugo sat in a chair adjacent to Ramsie and Remy and faced the left side of the plane, staring out a window into a dark blue and gray cloud.

Remy returned to his seat and instantly fastened his safety belt before clutching both armrests with white fingers. "I hate flyin'! I hate flyin'!" he repeated over and over under his breath but stopped as Ramsie's left hand held his right for the remainder of the flight.

When the plane landed, and Remy and others were exiting via roll away stairs, the rain hadn't stopped and the towncar to retrieve them to the hotel was parked further away than they had liked. He sighed and made his way casually towards the car that Ramsie and Hugo were running for. Remy was soaked by the time he climbed into the car and sat down beside his employer. "How 'bout we drive back ta Washington, non?"

Ramsie laughed deeply as the car pulled away from the runway.

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After checking into their room, Ramsie had told Remy to pass a few hours by himself as he had a few errands to run. Kissing Remy as he sat on the end of the bed, he took one last look at what he was leaving and told Remy "don't have too much fun, alone." Closing the door behind him, Hugo followed Ramsie down to the lobby to meet an "investor" for a business transaction.

While Remy was alone, he had gone through the other man's suitcase and carefully read every piece of paper that wasn't taken with. He made mental notes of what he read and quickly replaced things to where they were before covering what he was doing. Turning the television on to an Animal program and then undressing for a shower, Remy tumbled the thoughts of how the next day would go.

He was halfway through his shower when he felt the two men return to the room. Taking a deep breath as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. "Back so soon, mon cher?" Glancing through the frosted glass door to see Ramsie's dark form sitting on the countertop, watching Remy in the shower.

"It doesn't take long get what I want." He watched Remy a moment and then continued. "How about we go out for dinner?"

"Where?" Remy rinsed his hair from the conditioner and started on the soap to wash his body.

Sliding off of the counter and grabbing Remy's towel to unfold it and hold it open for him, Ramsie waited by the door to answer until Remy shut the water off and climbed out. A small but big enough bathroom for two people to stand in and not bump into each other, was the only draw back to a spacious room of a Executive furnished hotel. "I thought we'd have some Italian. You like Italian, right?"

Remy nodded, drying himself before hanging the towel up on the rack and walking nude back into the bathroom. He noticed Hugo standing at the window, watching the rain fall on the gray afternoon, and continued over to the bed to watch television. He lay there, on his back, with his left arm behind his head and the other on the remote that was bolted to the beside table. Not caring if Hugo turned around to see Ramsie kissing his way up Remy's legs and stopping as Remy bent his long legs and spread them so that his genitals were fully exposed.

Ramsie smiled a crooked grin as he caught Remy's eye before licking Remy's crack and moving to his pink, hairless balls. Hearing Remy moan softly and gasp made him delve into the crack with his tongue and nibble at the sack above. Moving a finger to press between Remy's cheeks and rub against the tight hole, Ramsie sat up and smiled back at Remy. He removed his finger and quickly started to undress.

The bag beside the bed contained several items for sex, lubricant, condoms, misc. toys and a few ribbons. Remy sat up and grabbed a condom and the bottle of KY. On their knees on the bed, Ramsie kissed Remy and whispered that he wanted to ready Remy. Nodding and laying back down, he watched as Ramsie slipped the condom onto his erection and slicked the latex before positioning himself above Remy.

Gasping as Ramsie slid down onto him, Remy had to force himself not to come immediately, and raised up to kiss the soft plains of the other man's chest as Ramsie began to slide up and down. He was being pinned back to the bed and held there to watch his lover move but, quickly shifted control back to him as he grabbed Ramsie's hips and flipped him over to lay on the bed crossways while starting to pace his thrusts more quickly. Kissing his neck and watching Hugo out of the corner of his eye as the bodyguard turned with mild interest to watch the scene.

"Oh! Remy, yes! Unh!" Keith Ramsie had always loved how Remy would take control and become the more dominant of lovers. He had known from the first time they had made love, that Remy was his sexual equal. His hands clawed at Remy's sides and back as his eyes slid closed and reveled in Remy's upbeat thrusts.

As Remy couldn't hold himself anymore, he came and slowed in strained motions. Bracing himself on his right arm, he moved his left from Keith's hip to his jaw and stroked the bone as they kissed and calmed from the sex. Remy moved slower and lingered in the kisses as Ramsie gasped and panted and pressed his fingertips into Remy's soft arms. "How 'bout we order in? Don' feel like gettin dressed."

Ramsie still panted but nodded and looked over to see Hugo had turned fully to watch them. "Italian, Hugo." He looked up at Remy as they met eyes and continued, "Remy and I want to stay here. Oh, something good, okay?"

Hugo nodded and left quietly.

Remy slid out carefully from his lover and turned to lay back on the bed and watch the program on television. His attention was drawn back to the other man as Ramsie sat up on his knees and stared at him. Reaching down with one hand and appearing to stroke himself as he pulled the sticky latex off, his hand was stopped from dropping it to the floor as Ramsie took the condom and slid off of the bed to throw it away.

Licking his lips and standing nude in front of Remy, the older man leaned over to kiss Remy while a hand slid down to stroke Remy's recovering erection. "I love it when you're forceful with me. God, I can't wait to see how good you fuck on the hot sands of Bermuda." Bending down further, Ramsie started to lick at Remy's bare chest while he stroked a little harder.

"Bermuda, hm?" Remy watched with mild interest.

"Yes." His tongue licked up Remy's chest, between his breasts, and jumped slightly as Remy came in clear streaks on his stomach. "I thought I'd take you somewhere nice for your birthday." He smiled and started lapping at the puddles of come. "When this deal goes through, we'll be very rich men." Licking the last drop of come from Remy's body, he came face to face with the Cajun beauty and let their tongues swirl together in a long, powerful kiss.

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The next afternoon, the sleak black limo pulled up to an empty aircraft hangar and waited for the doors to open before driving inside. It stopped in front of a long bed semi-truck full of repainted, expensive cars. Another limo, white, was parked across from them and two men got out of the car and watched them.

Hugo opened the door and both he and the other bodyguard, Patrick, exited and stood to either side of the car as Ramsie and Remy stepped out.

The four business men met in the middle of the space and stared cautiously at each other.

"So this is the buyer you've mentioned?" Keith looked at the shorter man with black hair and a cigar firmly planted between his teeth.

The man standing beside the man with the cigar was a scrawny, wiry man with a badly receeding red hairline and round, black rims on his small thick glasses. "Yes. He is very interested in the other merchandise as well." The voice was as sleazy as the man looked with more of a Chicago accent.

Remy stood there quietly and eyed the man with the cigar that had been staring at him. Raising an eyebrow at the man, he caught a gleam in the man's eye and stepped closer to Ramsie. "I think, mon cher, we best be goin." He hadn't taken his eyes off the man that was still watching him but, reached his empathy toward him to feel what his insides were screaming.

Looking over to the man with the cigar, sighed inwardly, deeply, and turned back to the sleazy man. "Got the money?" He arched a brow as the other two men looked at each other a moment.

"Is this all my money is paying for? A couple of lousy cars?" Backing up to walk back to the trunk of the white car, he unlocked it and carefully raised the lid to grab the black leather suitcase inside. Making his way back to the other three, he glanced up at a high window, behind Ramsie before correcting his mistake.

Remy caught the movement and change in feeling of the wiry man. His eyes opened wide and he turned towards his lover to shield him and pull him back to the car. "S' a trap!" He shoved Ramsie back into the car and screamed at the driver, "Go!" As he turned back to the two men, he ran as the man with the cigar took off after him.

Armed men from SWAT as well as regular police surrounded the hangar and cautiously moved in. Weapons pointed at both of the running men but aiming mainly at Remy.

Remy found himself cornered around a pile of old, dusty boxes and the man that had tossed his cigar to chase him, quickly on his heels. Planting his hands firmly on a box, he turned to raise his left leg and kick the man back before jumping over the box to break for a side door. Groaning as the door had been chained and locked, he dodged to the side and ran even harder for another door at the other end of the hangar. He had made it halfway until he was jumped from behind and pressed to the floor. A growling hiss in his ear told him not to move.

"Boston P.D. You move, yer gonna be shish-ka-bobbed." A metal unsheathing sound came from behind Remy, as the man had pinned Remy on his stomach and sat on his lower back.


TBC.....