OBJECTS IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR

When Thursday came, Logan followed the route back to the clients house and waited in the drive for the young man to come out. He didn't have to wait anymore than ten minutes before the door opened and the boy stumbled out. Leaning against the side of the long black car, he came to attention and hurried up the steps to help Remy to the car. Logan took the kid's appearance in. Disshevled, and slightly groggy but also smelling of thick sex and a foreign substance.

Remy had dropped the suitcase onto the middle step and nearly knocked Logan over as he reclined in the driver's arms. As he was placed onto the seat, he fell over and laid down on the cool leather seat. He heard the door shut and then the boot lid shut before the engine started again.

They were half way home when Logan pulled over and turned around in his seat to glance back at the sleeping Cajun. Turning the car off and getting out to crawl into the back to examine his passenger.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Logan poked at the young man's shoulder.

The kid was asleep. Lost in his own little world filled with dreams. Or nightmares. Remy had whimpered briefly, in his sleep and rolled onto his back. His head was facing Logan, but turned towards the roof. He whimpered again, only this time, there were slurred words that followed. "Non. Please? Be good.... Poppa."

"Poppa?" Logan asked out loud to himself. He checked the roads and sighed as they were alone. Carefully, he crawled inside and knelt on the floor beside the seat. "Kid? Hey...?" Logan gently reached over and nudged the young man's shoulder. When Remy flinched and whimpered louder, he took it upon himself to examine the young man more carefully. Unclasping the black dress shirt, and rolling each sleeve up, he noted identical bruises on the slender wrists as well as dark puncture marks. "hmmm."

Remy twitched and sat up in a start. He threw his arms around Logan and hugged him tightly. "Jake....?" He whispered into Logan's jacket.

"No kid. I'm Logan. Remember? The driver. I'm takin ya home, right now, but thought I'd check up on ya. You okay?" Logan held him and tried to make sense of what was going on.

The boy pulled away from him, and blinked in trying to focus on where he was. Nodding, Remy looked away from him. "Take me home, please."

Logan nodded and crawled back out and shut the door. He sat down in the driver's seat and started the car. As he checked the rear view mirror, he could have sworn he'd seen fear nearly envelope the slender youth. He pulled the car back onto the road and headed for the manor. His mind wondered just what had happened with the past four days, that had turned the boy into a scared little child.

"Je suis beau bien, Logan." Remy's calm and soft voice drifted up to the front seat. He stared out the window to the left of him, as he sat in the middle of the seat. He hadn't needed to see Logan's concern for him, nor see his expression after Logan realised Remy had said anything. He merely shrugged and patiently waited for the car to pull into the drive.

"Sorry. I don't speak French. But, I can guess what you said. I didn't realise I was makin ya uncomfortable." Logan turned the corner onto the main road and stopped at the stop light.

Remy gave a soft short smile. "Cajun, cher. French is jus' one par' of de language."

Logan took a long look in the mirror and told himself the kid was resembling a puzzlebox more and more, everyday. When the light turned green and Logan proceeded, he kept his new information of the Cajun in his mind. He turned into the driveway and came to a stop in front of the house, meeting Jake on the first step.

Remy didn't wait for Logan to come to the door and open it, he opened it himself and slid out. He stood there and glared at Jake. Pushing himself past the older man and into the house, Remy barely made it up the curved staircase and down the hall to his right, to his bedroom.

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Aside from an occasional night with Jake, Remy was allowed to have his own room. He shut the door and started to undress. The afternoon sun shone brightly into the North side room. The room was more or less a hint at Remy's growing rebellion from Jake. His "work" clothes were kept in Jake's closet, in Jake's room, while Remy kept his casual clothes in his dresser. Jake hadn't minded Remy requesting his own space, but he wasn't fond of it either. While Jake insisted on dressing Remy to his liking, Remy profusely demanded his own style. Stripping completely and casually walking over to the dresser, he picked out clean clothes and then made his way to his closet for a towel. Wrapping the towel around his waist and regathering his clothes that he had lain on the bed, Remy paused as the door opened. His bedroom had been small, but big enough for him.

Jake opened the door and stood in the doorway and watched the younger man move about his room. Since the door was on the far right hand corner, the small but long white dresser was to the left, followed by the huge window on the next to it, the full sized bed across from the dresser and finally the medium sized walk-in closet on the right hand wall. Jake had noticed the boy didn't have any pictures of home, or any other clutter. The bed was the only object to take up the most space in his room.

"Go away, Jake."

"Come on, Remy. I know you said you quit this job, but give me a few more days. Xavier is very fond of you." Jake came into the room and sat on the nearest corner of the bed.

"Fo'get it." Remy huffed and then left the room and headed for the shower, down the hall in Jake's room. The 12 girls who stayed in the mansion as well, had claimed the hall bathroom, and Remy hadn't been into pink frilly things, so he shared Jake's. Opening the white, sliding double doors, Remy walked into the put his clothes on the queen-sized bed to his left before continuing straight into the nicely sized bathroom.

Now, Jake's room was about the same in furniture-wise and spacing, but little else. From the door looking in, the bathroom is straight ahead, with another large window to the right. And on the left, on the same wall as the bathroom, is the bed that takes up most of the space in the room, with two matching white nightstands on either side. Past that, on the left is the tall, brown dresser with a tilting mirror on top. Another dresser was on the same wall as the door was, to the left, only a smaller long, brown one with a bigger square mirror on top. Jake had the bigger sized room not because he was the owner of the house, but because he often used it as an office with his sister.

As Remy stood in the doorway to the bathroom, he noted the clutter of pill bottles and syringes and cut mirrors as well as a woman's make-up and perfume, on the grand vanity area across from him. One step down to the main shower floor with a wide, curving step was what Remy had always remembered. Memory came in handy when a man had to use the loo in the middle of the night, stoned out of his mind. In the corner on the same side as, but facing the door, stood the double-doored walk-in grand closet. Both Jake's and Remy's clothes were hung up and divided on the two brass rails on either side of the doors. In between the small closet and the vanity was another small walkway with a shower to the left, and a concealed toilet to the right.

Remy started the shower and then hung up his towel and used the toilet. As he flushed and turned to step into the shower, Jake was again watching him. Grabbing Remy's left arm and stopping him, he started to say something before he was brushed away. "Jus' leave me alone, Jake. Don' wan' t' talk about it." He said, frustration seeping into his voice. Remy pushed past him and stepped into the showerstal with the frosted door.

"How long are you gonna give me the silent treatment?" Jake called as Remy shut the door.

No answer.

"C'mon Rem, I'm sorry he did that to you." Jake leaned against the wall, opposite the shower and waited.

Remy finished his shower and opened the door to reach for his towel on the bar, on the door, Jake stopped him. Poutingly, Remy grabbed the towel from him and dried himself off in the stall. He stepped out and ran smack into Jake. "I said leave me alone, Jacob." Pushing the older man to the side and walking back into the bedroom, Remy stood over the bed and unwrapped the towel from his waist to get dressed.

Jake refused to be pushed aside and came up behind Remy and spun him around. He pushed the boy onto the bed and then hovered over him. "Don't ignore me!" He hissed. His hands were busy holding Remy onto the bed, one holding the slender wrists above the Cajun's head, while the other traced circles on the boy's smooth and slightly bruised stomach. "Let me tell you something, slut. When I say I'm sorry, I don't expect you to go on ignoring me. Now, we can play nice, or I can force you. Your choice."

Remy stared blankly at him. Remy freed his hands and then pushed the older man off of him and stood up. He moved away from the bed. "I don' feel like fuckin you, Jake. Y' never let Remy come inside y'. Yet, you come so hard in Remy. Please, been a long few days. Jus' wan' t' sleep. We talk later, ne?"

Recomposing himself, Jake stood up and smacked Remy hard across the face, sending the boy to the beige coloured carpeting that ran throughout the entire mansion. He glared at the young man who was sitting on the floor, staring up at him. "Get on the damn bed! You wanna be screwed, I'll screw ya. Be nice to me, and I'll consider comin in ya!" Jake yelled and pulled the lanky Cajun off the floor, not waiting for the boy to move. Jake pulled open a drawer from the nightstand and retrieved a container of gel. Tossing it at Remy, he hissed at the boy to ready himself.

While watching Remy slick his fingers and then his tight entrance, Jake opened his trousers and forced himself to erection. He reached down and grabbed Remy's thighs to pull him closer and lean over him. Removing Remy's fingers from the slick hole, he forced his own long, thick and uncircumsized erection into the slender young man. Remy's voice rang in his ears as he thrust, violently into him.

Remy braced his hands on Jake's forearms and tried to move himself back so that the contact wouldn't be so fierce. No use. He gasped and screamed through a bit lower lip as the assault became more and more rough. Tears welled up in his eyes as he squeezed them shut. His heart beat faster and faster as Jake's fury was becoming verbal.

As Jake reached his climax, a knock at the door came. "What!?" Jake growled as his pace slowed and came to a stop. He hadn't cared that he was still inside the Cajun, and still ejaculating into him, as the doors slid open and Logan stood there. Instead, he merely looked at the man, calmly, and smirked as a wave of curiosity washed over the driver.

"I put the lock on the door. And, Rachel has given me orders to inform you, you have guests in the study." Logan said, eyeing the young Cajun who was staring at him. Logan's brow furrowed slightly as he wondered why the kid gave him a look of desparation. His thoughts were interrupted when Jake pulled himself free from the boy and waved Logan away, as he stood up to fix his trousers.

Jake zipped himself up and glared at Remy. "Was that good enough for ya?" He hissed and watched Remy nod.

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Logan walked down the corridor and started to turn to go back downstairs, when he heard a door being thrown open and the knob slamming into the wall. He stopped and glanced back down the hall to see Jake angrily pulling a passive Remy down the hall, away from Logan, and tossing the naked Cajun into his room. In the quick few seconds he had, Logan had seen very clearly every bruise and scratch that had marred the elegant body of the auburn haired beauty. His eyes had roamed over most of the bruises and puncture marks before catching the scent. Fear, soaked in sex, soaked in Zest soap. Another scent filled Logan's nose, ejaculate, flowing freely down the Cajun's long right leg and dripping onto the carpet as he walked.

He watched Jake enter the room for a moment before exiting again. Shutting the door and then slipping the metal over the ring, and clasping them together with the sturdy padlock Logan had installed, he realised Jake was holding the boy hostage in his own house. Thinking it best not to become too involved, Logan shrugged and continued down the stairs. His mind refused to let go of the desparate expression the kid had given him as he lie on Jake's bed. Nor did his mind release the image of Jake dragging a bruised, naked and almost emotionless young man down the hall. "Funny kind of love." He whispered under his breath. Logan stood in the spacious kitchen and made himself a k bek before going out to the garage to work on the limo's engine.

Ie fee few hours he had spent working on the engine, Logan had also managed to drop several tools through the small spaces, as well as hit his head at least half a dozen times on the front bumper in bending over to pick them up. His mind was full of the way Jake had treated Remy, and then the fact that Remy- himself- hadn't cared about being hustled out into the corridor and marched, naked, to his room. Yet, in the picture before that, Logan clearly recognised the plea for help in the Cajun's red on black eyes. "Poor kid." He muttered.

Logan checked his watch and then cursed to himself as the back of his head hit the underside of the hood. That had made the second time he had forgotten to back away from the side of the car before straightening. Grabbing the dirty rag from his right, back pocket, he wiped his hands and moved to sit down in the seat for a test. The engine started fine and revved purringly before being shut off again. As he stood up and shut the door, the hood was slammed shut also.

"Ma'am?" Logan's tone carried that of hidden surprise as the 5 foot 7 inch tall lady dusted off her hands and smiled at him.

Rachel smiled and made her way around the side of the car before pushing herself up to sit on the hood. Her smiled turned into a smirk as Logan played into her plan and came to stand between her legs. The short, black skirt she had on was tight enough to reveal small glimpses at her firm thighs while being loose enough to be slid back, and expose her black lace thong panties. The white blouse she wore was thin enough to be considered see-through. "Dinner time, Logan. Care to grab a bite to eat?"

Logan looked at her for a moment. "Not you." He said flatly before heading back into the house.


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