Murder by Gaslight

WARNINGS: AU, Slash, Language, Graphic Sex, Violence, Blood,

A/N: This chapter is Sex Sex Sex and some spooky. Thank you to those who have reviewed and let me know you wanted more. Thank you to OriginalCeenote and BerryBlue_Girl, who both sparked and encouraged this fic and Berry thank you for reading it over for me.

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Chapter 2

The intensity was thick and Logan was determined to get his winnings. Pressing his knee between the long thighs he bit sharply at the full bottom lip, drawing blood. Remy gasped and shivered in the big man's arms. Breaking for air Logan's deep blue eyes pinned the young man in place.

"You know I won fair and square. You don't want me to spread it round that Remy LeBeau is a welsher now do ya?" His gruff voice was low and deep. Remy's pupils were blown wide, the red of his irises crowding the black.

"Desole, Logan. Wasn't welshing. Creed ambushed me, took me to Essex. Took two months to get away." he spoke softly. His long fingers slipping into the man's thick black hair and holding on. Logan's eyes darkened and his hand closed tighter around the thief's waist.

"He hurt you again?" he asked, his tension readable in his taut shoulders. Remy sighed and shrugged one shoulder.

"No more than usual. I am just sorry he kept me from getting back to you." he replied and leaned in for another kiss. Logan growled into the warm mouth.

They weren't a couple, no matter how scandalous that would be. They were friends of a sort. The sort who keep one eye on the door and the other on their 'friend'.

When he had beat the Cajun at billiards he had been stunned. He was elated to collect his prize. A full 24 hours alone with the young libertine to do with him what he wished, as long as it wasn't permanent.

He had been furious when the thief had never returned from his trip to town for supplies, leaving Logan alone in the houseboat in the swamp, hard and waiting. He had been so angry when he finally got back to town that he didn't look further than LeBeau's tavern of choice. Not finding the young rake, the angry Canadian had left town.

Now he wished he'd had more focus. Remy had been in trouble and Logan hadn't looked for him. He felt a welter of guilt and hurt at that. It unnerved him. Feeling a surge of irritation at his unwanted 'feelings', he kissed Remy again and then dragged him to the bed.

"We may not have the full 24 hours but I'll settle for the night." he said and began to pushing the long trench coat off the elegant shoulders. Remy chuckled and cocked one ginger brow

"This isn't going to be an easy ride is it?" he asked when Logan began working the mother of pearl buttons on his shirt. He wasn't afraid to have sex with the mostly feral Canadian man. He was more concerned for how his body would like it too much.

He knew that Logan wasn't for keeping. Even if they could find a place in the world that wouldn't condemn them for their so called unnatural desires. No, the young thief was fooling himself if he thought the man could feel for him.

Shoving the confusing thoughts aside, he surrendered to the feral and hoped he wouldn't be too sore, he had things to do the next day.

Logan got the younger man out of his clothing very quickly and pushed him roughly down on the bed. His eyes raked over the pale skin bared to him. He grunted and removed his own garb.

"Lay back and spread those legs for me." he commanded and delighted in the indignation that flashed in the red and black depths.

Remy swallowed the snark that wanted to bubble out, he had promised the man he'd get anything he wanted and the Cajun was going to live up to his word.

Logan was nude in a few moments. He crawled on the bed looming over the long young man. His lips grazed the alabaster skin reaching the collarbones. A necklace lay against the throat, an odd amulet the thief always wore. Logan fingered it for a moment.

"You made me wait six months to collect, I plan on getting as much as I can." he said in a low rumbling tone. Remy's breath caught and he looked deep into Logan's eyes.

His empathy branched out and picked up the heat and desire the feral man was broadcasting. He knew there was danger in giving in too much but he couldn't back out. Keeping silent, fearing he'd say too much, Remy arched up against the big man and let his head fall back in submission.

Logan growled and lowered his head to bite at the white throat bared to his fangs. His teeth broke the skin, filling his mouth with the spicy taste of the thief's blood. His mind swam and he felt the beast within lurch for control.

His hands caught the Cajun's wrists and pinned them above his head. Thick muscled thigh pressed between Remy's legs. The pressure on his hard cock made the pretty man groan. Mapping over the quivering flesh, Logan tasted and nipped.

Remy was slipping into the whirlpool of Logan's lust. He knew he'd regret this later but couldn't be bothered to care.

Heat built and Logan licked at the scars on Remy's ribcage. The thief gasped and clutched at the feral's head.

Grinning, Logan pressed his palms against the long inner thighs, spreading them open wider. He salivated at the sight of the elegant thick cock. Lapping at the head, he caused the young man to cry out in surprise.

Liking the sound intensely, he lowered his head to swallow the member whole. Remy jolted like he was struck by lightning. His head snapped back on the pillows and his fingers fisted in the dark hair.

Not giving the thief a chance to get used to the feeling, Logan bobbed his head, sucking in his cheeks. Remy shouted loudly, prompting Logan to reach one hand up to cover the slack mouth. He sucked the hard cock for several long moments before pulling off. He ignored the Cajun's curses and flipped Remy over on his belly.

Yanking the long body up on hands and knees, Logan turned his attention to the rounded ass. His thick fingers parted the cleft cheeks and exposed the quivering bud to his sight.

Remy grasped the pillow in his hands, trying to keep quiet. Logan's hand on his mouth had muffled his uncontrollable moaning. He tried to remember they were in a hotel, people were trying to sleep and wouldn't taking kindly to two men fucking, loudly.

When the feral's tongue began to lave his pucker, Remy shoved a fist in his mouth and swallowed the cries. He was alight with the sensations and electricity zinging through his body.

Logan worked quickly, probing and wetting the tightness. Remy's squirming and muted cries made the blood pump hard in his cock. Pulling back, he sucked two fingers and wet them thoroughly. Pressing into the tiny bud, he smirked at the strangled sounds the young man made.

He quickly stretched the muscles and then pushed up on his knees. Spitting into his palm, he coated his cock and then lined it up with the thief's entrance.

"Hang on." he chuckled darkly and snapped his hips forward. His length penetrated the thief with one stroke. Remy scrunched his eyes closed and smothered his scream in the pillow.

Logan had to be one of the largest men he'd ever been taken by. His vision was awash in red. He could feel his pulse throbbing around the cock deep inside him.

Logan didn't give him time to get used to it. He had been thinking too much about taking the Cajun like this. He began a hard pace of thrusting hips. His heated cock plundering the tight channel without mercy. He used just enough force to jar the long body with each inward plunge.

Remy choked back his cries, trying to get a grip as he was fucked deeply by the big man. The wet slap of skin on skin made Logan growl and grip his fingers deeper into the narrow hips. The Cajun was even better than the feral had imagined. Tight and wiggling and so responsive.

He wanted to cum and then keep fucking the young man. He knew he could do it, but he didn't think the thief could take hours of hard fucking. He wasn't a healer like Logan.

Grunting in irritation at the limitation, Logan focused on the task at hand. Bending over the long back, he licked at the nape and brought one hand down to fist the young man's cock.

"Want you to cum for me, Cajun." he said. Stroking his fist in a pace to match his hips, Logan brought Remy to the very edge of climax.

The thief bit his lips bloody trying to keep quiet. When Logan's thumb grazed over the slit of his cock, the Cajun saw stars and his body went rigid. The member in the feral's hand pulsed and then spilled over.

The squeeze of the thief's muscles made Logan groan. He leaned back licking the seed from his hand and fucked hard and fast.

In just a few more strokes, he sized up and swallowed his own shout of climax as he filled the thief's sheath with his essence.

Exhausted and spent, they fell to the mattress and lay panting. It was several long minutes later, when they both began to stir. Logan pulled his still hard length from Remy and smirked at the young man's questioning look.

"I'll give you a chance to catch your breath." he said smiling, but completely serious. Remy cursed and let his head fall back to the bedding.

He was going to be so sore come morning.

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The Dark One sat in the simple room and looked at the silver blade.

It was still crusted with the dried blood of his victim.

It had been almost perfect. The thrill, the lust and satisfaction of taking a life. It had all answered the craving, but not completely.

There was still a visceral need. To see the organs, glistening with blood in the moonlight. He shuddered and brought the blade down.

He would have to wait a bit before he could hunt again. He had nearly been caught. That would never do.

Taking out a cloth, he began to clean the knife with labored attention.

"So much to do and so little time." he said and chuckled.

TBC...