Voyeur

~ The Next Night ~

The kid had to have known he was there, that much was obvious. The question was when he had noticed Logan and how long he had known he was there.

Sighing irritably, Logan flipped through the channels on the security monitor. The feeling that he should actually apologize to someone was a new one for him and it was really throwing him for a loop. The kid hadn’t seemed angry when he’d left, but Logan still wasn’t sure that that meant that he could just pretend it hadn’t happened. And to make matters worse, he couldn’t get the image of the kid tied to the bed out of his head. Hopefully the Cajun would be home soon so he could talk to him and straighten all this out.

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About half an hour later the kid finally came sashaying through the door, looking quite pleased with himself. That probably meant he’d been playing cards all night and had won big, as usual. It also meant that he’d be in a good mood when Logan went to talk to him, which was good…very good. Logan wanted him in the best mood possible if he was going to try to humble himself and apologize.

Waiting until he was sure that the kid was going to hang around downstairs for a while rather than going up to his room, Logan left the security console and headed to the kitchen. Walking in, he immediately went to the fridge to grab a beer…he needed a drink and it gave him an excuse for being down there. He didn’t want it to be obvious that he’d been waiting for the kid to come home so that he could apologize. He wasn’t about to humble himself that much, he had to draw the line somewhere.

The kid was sitting at the kitchen table, feet on the tabletop, drinking a cup of coffee and looking supremely unworried. That was a good sign, at least. Even in the dim light of the kitchen, Logan could see the bruise darkening one knife-sharp cheekbone from where Bella had slapped him. It looked…sexy… Logan busied himself rummaging around in the fridge to hide his arousal. Now wasn’t the time to go getting himself all worked up…that was what got him into trouble in the first place.

“’Ey, Logan,” Remy said with a smile. Logan couldn’t detect any anger in the kid’s voice…maybe he’d just been imagining that he’d been caught spying. But no…there was no way, the kid had looked right at him and winked!

“Hey, Gumbo. What the hell you doing down here this time of the night?” Logan asked, pulling the cap off of his beer bottle with his teeth.

“Jus’ sittin’…not’in’ else to do dis time of de night. Besides, I t’ought you might come down here,” the kid said, eyes glowing mischievously in the low light of the kitchen.

“Yeah…about that, Rem… I’m sorry, I had no business being down there…it’st…”st…” Logan started, unsure of how to explain himself.

“You ain’t got not’in’ to apologize for, homme, I ain’t mad at ya,” Remy said, with an elegant shrug of the shoulders. “Did ya enjoy yourself?”

Logan nearly spit his beer all over the floor at that, eyes going wide in shock. He couldn’t even bring himself to answer, shocked into silence by the blatant shamelessness in the kid’s question.

“Jus’ askin’, dat’s all…seemed to me dat you were enjoyin’ yourself. Ain’t not’in’ wrong wit’ dat,” Remy replied with a sly grin.

“I…uh…,” Logan started with a stammer, realizing withhockhock that someone had finally shocked him into silence, something he never would have imagined possible. The kid wasn’t messing with him, either, he knew it and yet it was so hard to wrap his mind around this turn of events.

Remy was watching him with an amused smirk, waiting for Logan to say something or at least to come and sit down instead of standing there with the refrigerator door open, looking like a fool. “Come on and sit down, cher, I ain’t gonna bite. Unless you want me to, dat is…” Remy said with a grin.

Finally regaining control of himself, Logan shook his head with an amused grin and pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, sitting down with a grunt and taking a swig of his beer. “So ya aren’t mad about last night, huh?” he asked, still unable to believe that the kid was taking it so well.

“Non. Should I be?” Remy asked, with a raise of one elegantly arched eyebrow.

“Guess not…I just feel like it wasn’t my business to be snooping…” Logan started, staring at his beer bottle.

“Well, dere you go. You ain’t got not’in’ to be ashamed about an’ I ain’t got not’in’ to be mad about, problem solved,” Remy said, smirking.

Shaking his head with a disbelieving laugh, Logan allowed himself to relax. There really wasn’t anything to worry about; the kid was fine with it and he’d thoroughly enjoyed himself, case closed. “So you’re really into that sort of thing, huh?” Logan asked, trying to hide the thrill that the thought gave him.

“Oui. Been a long time, dough. Not too many femmes want t’ play dat way,” Remy said with a sigh. Logan could smell the need coming off of the kid at the mere thought of it.

“Why don’t you go out to one of the clubs then? There’re plenty of ‘em around,” Logan suggested. He didn’t feel so out of place now. He’d spent many a night talking with Remy about whatever was currently bothering the kid, and he was getting back into the rhythm of things with this discussion. If he tried, he could almost forget why it was that they were having this conversation in the first place. Almost.

“Don’ want some stranger, cher. I ain’t in it just for de pain, it’s more dan dat. Need someone who actually cares about me, someone to make me feel safe. Don’ work too well wit’ someone I just met and won’t ever see again,” Remy said with a careless shrug. It was so hard to explain why he needed this and why he couldn’t get it from just anyone.

Trying to keep himself under control, Logan nodded. The way the kid had looked at him just then…God. Logan couldn’t shake the feeling that Remy was, well…interested in him. Just the thought of that was enough to bring his cock to full attention and he tried desperately to sit still and not bring his dilemma to Remy’s attention.

Remy smirked, wondering inwardly if Logan had any idea that he knew just how badly the other man wanted him. So far it seemed that Logan hadn’t picked up on it and Remy wasn’t sure that he wanted to tell him. He’d kept it a secret for so long that it seemed anti-climactic to tell someone just so that he could get some action. Logan obviously had no idea that no matter how successful he was at hiding his interest physically, Remy could feel it, so intense it was almost painful.

“What’re you looking so smug for, bub?” Logan asked with a half-hearted glare. He had the nagging feeling that Remy knew what he was feeling somehow. He didn’t know how, but it seemed like the kid was picking up on it.

“Jus’ wonderin’ if you’re gonna sit dere on your ass all night and pretend you aren’ interested or if you’re gonna come over here and take what you want,” Remy said, with that Cheshire cat smile that drove Logan crazy.

‘All right, that’s it. The kid asked for it...’ Logan thought before standing up and pulling Remy to his feet. He was going to pound that ass so hard the kid wouldn’t be able to sit down come morning. He grinned savagely, sharp teeth glinting in the low light as he took the boy by the hand and set off out of the room.

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Reaching Remy’s room, Loshoushouldered open the door and pushed the kid in, kicking the door shut as he went, never once taking his eyes off his prey. Remy was practically panting as Logan shoved him up against the door and Logan could smell the arousal coming off of him. “Stay,” Logan commanded, moving off to rummage through the toy box sitting by the bed.

Remy whimpered, leaning against the door, loving the thrill of being controlled. It felt so natural to be under Logan’s control like this and Logan was so…powerful. Remy shivered in anticipation, watching Logan’s broad back as he dug through the box, setting aside several things Remy couldn’t see. Realizing he was breaking discipline, he dropped his eyes back to the floor, shifting impatiently, needing Logan near him.

Grabbing what he needed and depositing the rest of the toys on the bed, Logan returned to where the boy was standing and snapped his fingers, noting with a smile that the boy dropped to his knees without a second’s hesitation. His cock was already aching in anticipation as he tipped the boy’s chin up and fastened the wide leather collar around his neck, hungrily noting the soft moan of pleasure the boy made as it was fastened.

Remy looked incredible at his feet…submissive, beautiful and infinitely fuckable. Unzipping his jeans with a groan of relief, Logan let his aching cock spring free. “Open up, boy,” Logan growled, taking his cock in hand and nudging Remy’s chin up so that he was looking at him.

“Oui, Maître,” Remy said softly, licking his lips hungrily and eying Logan’s cock.

“Did I tell you you could talk?” Logan snarled, smacking the boy hard enough to make him lose his balance. Grabbing Remy’s chin and squeezing hard enough to make the boy whimper, Logan forced him to meet his eyes. “Did I?”

“Non, Maître,” Remy whispered, bowing his head, ashamed. He was better trained than that and he knew it.

“You listen to me, boy. You want this, you gotta be good and do what I tell you. That means no talking. You hear me?” Logan growled, pushing the boy away roughly.

Remy nodded, tears starting in his ruby eyes. He hadn’t meant to disobey, it was just that he wanted this so badly…he needed to show Logan how much he wanted it. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn’t, not unless Logan told him to. Remy resettled on his knees, head bowed, tears streaking down his cheeks.

“It’s alright, boy. Hush. You want this?” Logan asked softly, stroking his dripping cock.

Not daring to look up, Remy nodded, eyes fixed on Logan’s boots. Did he want it? Dieu, he wanted it so bad it hurt. He could feel the sharp hunger coming off of Logan and wanted desperately to satisfy it. He could practically taste that hard cock in his mouth and he didn’t want to blow his only chance at it by being disobedient.

“Go on, boy,” Logan whispered roughly, eyes fixed on the top of Remy’s tousled head.

Looking up at Logan and seeing nothing but approval, Remy opened his mouth and moaned in pleasure as Logan fisted a hand in his bangs and thrust deep. Suckling hungrily and moaning eagerly at each pulse and throb from the swollen member in his mouth; Remy relaxed and allowed Logan to set the pace. Soon the other man was thrusting deep, hips moving faster and with less control, hand tugging at Remy’s bangs in time with his thrusts.

Remy could feel how close Logan was and sucked harder, letting the other man take complete control of the rhythm. His own cock was aching and he hoped desperately that Logan would be pleased enough with him to fuck him before he left. Eager to show Logan how obedient, and talented, he was, he pushed his empathy to the limit, fueling Logan’s desire with his own.

Groaning, Logan thrust harder and with less control. Whatever it was that the kid was doing he never wanted it to stop. It felt incredible, like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He knew he was probably hurting the boy pulling on his hair so hard, but Remy wasn’t complaining and Logan wasn’t about to stop, it felt too good to be able to let go like this without worrying about overstepping his bounds. Somehow, Logan knew the boy would let him do anything he wanted to him and the pure intensity of that realization along with that sinful mouth were enough to push him over the edge. Snarling like a wild animal, teeth bared, Logan ruthlessly tightened his grip on the boy’s bangs, earning a pained whimper, and thrust deep, shooting down the boy’s throat in hard, throbbing spurts.

Panting for breath around the still-hard cock in his mouth, nose pressed to Logan’s stomach, Remy whimpered. He could feel the ravenous hunger coming off of the older man and knew that Logan was far from through with him. After a breathless eternity, Logan loosened his grip on the boy’s bangs and let him pull away, settling on his knees at the older man’s feet. Grinning savagely, Logan cast a glance at the rest of the restraints he had left on the bed and then to the boy kneeling at his feet. “Look up here, boy,” Logaowleowled, snapping his fingers to get Remy’s attention. “Strip, then get on the bed.”

Quickly getting to his feet, Remy stripped off his clothes quickly but gracefully, knowing he was being watched, and moved to the mahogany four-poster bed, settling on his knees at the headboard, cock dripping onto the velvet comforter. Standing by the side of the bed, hands full of red silk, Logan let his eyes wander over the boy’s body. He looked incredible; sultry and wicked and sweetly submissive; long bangs falling in front of properly downcast eyes, hands folded in his lap, cock hard and dripping. The kid looked good enough to eat and Logan was starving.

“Lie down and hold out your wrist, boy,” Logan ordered softly, not wanting to startle Remy. Taking the proffered wrist in one powerful hand after the boy had moved to lie on his back, Logan wrapped the red silk tie tightly and knotted it, checking to make sure he wasn’t cutting off the circulation before tying off the other end to the headboard and doing the same with the other wrist. Logan could tell it was taking all the will power the kid had to keep his eyes lowered and his mouth shut and it was making him so hard he could barely wait to take what was his, if only for the night.

Standing by the side of the bed, Logan let his eyes roam over the hard body so pleasingly displayed on the bed. “What should I do next, boy?” he asked with a feral grin, noting that the boy was panting and fighting for composure. “Think I oughta fuck that sweet ass of yours? You want that?”

“Oui, Maître. S’il vous plaît, t’encule moi,” Remy panted, eyes wide with desire before gasping in shock as Logan backhanded him savagely across the face. He’d forgotten he wasn’t allowed to talk…how could he have been so stupid? Eyes wide in shock, breath coming in short pants, he waited, terrified that Logan would leave him.

“That’s your last chance, boy. From now on you follow my rules or you’re on your own. You hear me?” Logan snarled as the boy reflexively tried to make himself smaller.

Nodding uncertainly, Remy tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to run down his cheeks, ashamed with himself. It would be his own fault if Logan decided he wasn’t worth the trouble and left him. Caught up in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice that Logan had moved onto the bed until the other man’s lips were pressed to his own in a savage, hungry kiss. Moaning softly, Remy kissed the other man back with ardor, moaning as pulled away enough to move down to nip and suck at the boy’s hardened nipples. Biting his lip to keep from begging, Remy moaned and writhed, desperate for more sensation.

After several breathless moments, Logan pulled away, leaving the boy whimpering in need and flushed with excitement. He could smell the uncertainty on the kid; he was afraid of being abandoned and Logan, by way of an answer to the unspoken question, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room with a lascivious grin, watching the expression on the boy’s face go from uncertainty to wide-eyed lust almost instantaneously.

Stepping out of his jeans, Logan knelt on the bed between the boy’s outstretched legs, hand stroking his dripping erection. “Gonna fuck you now, boy. You ready?”

Nodding eagerly, Remy spread his legs wide in invitation, knees drawn up. Dieu, he was ready…just the thought of that hard cock in his ass was pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

Grinning at the boy’s eagerness, Logan slicked his cock with precum before twining his fingers with the boy’s and pressing himself against the long, lean body offered up to him so pleasingly. Crushing his mouth to Remy’s in a savage kiss he thrust in, groaning raggedly and fighting for self-composure as the boy bucked and moaned frantically.

Thrusting savagely, snarling like a wild animal, n fun fucked Remy with reckless abandon, loving the way the boy’s hips hitched up to meet every thrust and the little panting wordless cries of pleasure the boy made as he was taken so violently. With a snarl, Logan sunk his teeth into the tender skin of the boy’s neck, reveling in the way the boy’s hips hitched up into the pain and the way he bared his neck in complete surrender, offering himself up to whatever pain Logan chose to inflict upon him.

Logan could smell the’s d’s desperation. The kid was close, right on the edge, and was barely restraining himself, waiting for permission to come. “Come for me, boy. Now!” Logan snarled in Remy’s ear, thrusting savagely in time with his words.

Bucking up into Logan’s thrusts, Remy surrendered thankfully to Logan’s command, biting his lip to keep himself from screaming, tasting blood and coming in hard, throbbing spurts against Logan’s belly as the other man thrust deeper, harder and with less control. Baring his neck in complete surrender, Remy pulled at the ties holding his wrists and bucked harder, meeting Logan’s thrusts with an equal hunger and crying out in pleasure as the other man bit at his collarbone, drawing blood with a hungry growl.

Logan moaned loudly, the boy’s blood and submission and pleasure all driving him harder and harder to the brink. Thrusting harder and with no control, Logan buried his aching cock to the hilt and exploded into orgasm, teeth clamping harder onto the boy’s collarbone, tasting blood and seeing red, body shuddering in bliss.

Endless moments later, Logan released his grip on the boy’s shoulder, licking at the wound before pressing a kiss to the boy’s pouty lips. Sleepily opening his ruby eyes, Remy smiled drowsily at Logan, pupils dilated, flying high. “Go on to sleep, kiddo,” Logan whispered.

Pulling on his clothes, Logan took one last look at his boy. The kid had fallen asleep almost as soon as Logan had tucked him in: sprawled on his stomach, one arm hanging over the edge of the bed, pouty lips slightly open, bangs falling in front of his eyes. He looked like a sweet little kid, only the black eye and the bite marks serving as reminders that looks could most definitely be deceiving. Shaking his head with a laugh, Logan pulled on his shirt before heading out the door.

“I love this job…”

END