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The engine revved and waited in front of the house for the Cajun. But, this time, he wasn't being drug out by the arm, or being carried- unconsciously- by Jake or even Logan. Instead, he casually walked out and sat down on the seat. The door was shut behind him as he took a deep breath and wondered what he was doing.

Remy jumped as the car jerked forward, slightly, and moved down the drive. He stared forward and noticed the window between he and Logan was down. Moving to the seat opposite his own, he cleared his throat and thought of what to say. "Did Jake tell y' de directions, Logan?"

"Yes."

Logan sniffed and glanced over his shoulder. Remy was scared and ...... in pain? "You okay, kid?"

"Fine, cher." Remy paused and bit his lower lip before asking Logan an odd question. "Been married, Logan?" He closed his eyes and hoped the driver wouldn't take his question the wrong way.

Logan was silent for a long moment, and then answered. "Divorced." His eyes stared blankly at the road in front of them. He turned the corner. "Married for 12 years. It's been almost 2, since she left me."

"Sorry. Didn' mean t' hur' you."

He scoffed quietly at the statement. "It's okay. I see my little girl on my days off. She tells me everything under the sun about her world. She'll be 9 next month." Logan glanced back again as Remy had been extremely quiet. "You okay?" He stopped at a stop light and turned around to see Remy sitting sideways on the seat, and staring down at the leather material he sat on. Logan felt himself start to harden as he took a good look at what Remy was wearing.

Black Armani suit with a dark blue dress shirt and shiny black shoes. His hair had been neatly brushed back into a low ponytail. Remy's arm was resting on the back of the seat, and his hand was close to his mouth, biting his thumbnail. His right leg was bent and laying on the seat, in front of him. His jacket had been unbuttoned and managed to expose a hardened shape in the crotch of his trousers. The cologne was imported from China, and very expensive. His face had a faraway look to it as he might have been thinking about what it was like to be married, and have a daughter of his own.

Logan turned around in time to see the light change to green and started to move. A briefcase that sat in the trunk caught his mind. He knew what was in it without ever opening it. He could smell it. As he pulling the car into an old warehouse on the dock, he started wondering if the kid would be okay on this trip. The two cars were parked a good 30 feet from each other, in the middle of the empty building. Logan looked about for anything out of the ordinary. He quickly rethought that idea when he saw the two tall and well-musceled figures awaiting them in the middle of the huge building. Hew tew them. He knew their line of business very well.

Drug trafficers and sometimes slave traders. Most of the people who came into contact with them, had died suspiciously.

The high flourescant lights lit up the long, dusty warehouse and gave Logan enough light to get a clear view of the two men. One was shorter than the other one, but dressed in the same style of suits as Jake had fancied. The shorter one wore dark grey suit and red sunglasses, while the other was much taller and built like a kodiak bear and wore a blue suit.

Remy remained passive and unfaltering. He hadn't paid attention to Logan, even when the man had opened his door and cleared his throat. Calmly, he moved to climb out of the car and was handed the briefcase from the trunk. Walking slowly over to the two men, Remy cleared his head and stared forward.

The man wearing a dark grey suit and red shades met him half way. Logan had parked a good distance from the other car. He watched the man closely as he patted Remy down for weapons or hidden microphones. He could hear their soft conversation and was beginning to reconsider letting the kid go through with it.

"You bring me the shipment?" The man with the shades asked.

Remy nodded.

The man smiled. "Good." Taking the briefcase and snapping his fingers for the other man to join them. Handing his partner the briefcase and waiting for him to trade the cases in the trunk, he handed another case to Remy. "Your driver can tell your boss, it's all there. Now, if you'd be so kind as to join my partner and I in the limo, we'll be on our way. I have wonderful things planned for you."

Remy set the case down on the floor, beside him, and then stepped closer to the long, white stretch limo. Something didn't feel right. The feelings he was reading from the two men wasn't what he was told to expect. He stopped and hesitated for a moment. "Logan." A shakey whisper as he stood in front fo the open car door. The man behind him was pushing him into the vehicle. Looking back to see Logan racing towards them, he was hit from behind and pushed to the ground.

Logan released his claws and growled as he shouted. "Police! Get your ass on the ground!" He had made it to Remy's side and stopped the shaded man from dragging Remy into the car. He grabbed at the man and came within inches of slicing through the man's flesh as he warned him to stay away from Remy. Logan leapt forward and started slashing at the white shell of the car. Managing to take out the rear left tire and then jump onto the roof to smash the sunroof window, he was thrown off as the car swurved this way and that in attempt to escape.

He landed and rolled a few times before getting up and looking for the kid. The car had managed to carry him quite a distance from the car, and Remy. Heading back to where Remy was lying, unconscious, he took his cell phone from his right pants pocket and rang his captain. "It's me. I got the liscence of a car that got away. Pretty torn up and a flat tire, so you shouldn't have any trouble catchin it. Plate number 5EX-426. Down on Broadway, by the wharf." He listened to the captain ask him questions before cutting him off. "If the kid heard me, I've already blown my cover. They managed to hit him pretty hard before I intervened, so who knows just what he heard. Checkin on him now." He ending the conversation and slipped the phone back into his pocket as he knelt beside Remy.

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Remy had been lying on his right side, out cold.

Rolling Remy over and picking him up to carry him back to the limo, he heard a faint moan. His arms were full of the unconscious boy and his phone rang in his pocket, Logan opened the backseat door and placed Remy onto the seat. He turned around and retrieved his phone to answer it. "Yea?" Logan took a few steps away from the car. "Good. Can we hold them? .......No, he's still out. I'm gonna wait here till he wakes up and then go from there. If my cover isn't blown, I'll take him back to Collins. If it is, well, that's up to him. I can't bring the kid in for somethin he's tryin to get out of. I'll let ya know."

Logan turned around and saw that Remy was still unconscious on the seat. He walked over to the car and crawled in, shutting the door behind him. Sitting on the floor, Logan brushed his hand, lightly, over the pale cheek and then moved to Remy's shoulder. As Logan ran his hand through the kid's long ponytailed hair, the kid started to move.

A groan escaped him and his eyes flickered open. Remy sat up in a start and muffled a scream. "Non! Lemme go! Logan!" Eventhough his eyes were open, he couldn't focus on where he was. He fought the arms that held him and struggled to get away.

"Hey. Remy. It's Logan, kid. I'm right here. Stop fightin me." Logan did his not not to hurt him, or le the kid do any damage to either of them, as well. Amidst the struggle, Logan saw a red glow light up the kid's eyes as well as the cuffs of his jacket sleeves, as Remy grasped them tightly.

When Remy had finally regained composure, he drew his charge back in and released Logan. "Logan.....?"

"Yea, kid. Just me. They're gone. Are you okay? Any pain?" Logan asked, extremely concerned.

Remy nodded. "Oui. Remy's okay. Pain yes, but no from de hit." He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at Logan's chest. He moved off of the seat and sat in front of Logan, on the floor. "You okay, cher? Y' keep askin Remy, but y' never tell 'bout y'self." Lifting his gaze from Logan's shirt to his eyes, he smiled at him.

Logan backed up a few inches. "Yea, I'm okay. Takes more than that to hurt me." He watched as Remy reached out to him and pressed his hand flat against Logan's chest to feel his heartbeat. Logan was silent and let Remy unbutton the shirt and kiss his bare chest before embracing the older man. His heartbeat seemed to speedas tas the boy came closer to him.

"Y' feel so nice, Logan. Warm. Smell good, cher." Remy rest his head on Logan's left shoulder and held him, tightly. He closed his eyes and felt the other man's feelings of need, wanting this to continue, and then the harsh coldness of his duties. "Y' like Remy, Logan?"

Logan cleared his throat and didn't move. "You belong to Mister Collins. I'm just the driver." He closed his eyes and silently kicked himself for saying it. Yet, he caught the sigh and heard the sadness in Remy's voice as he nodded and said "okay."

Remy pulled back and stared at Logan, as the man leaned back on his palms. He nodded and started to button Logan's shirt back up. "We go home now?" He asked as he buttoned the third button from the bottom. He couldn't bring himself to look into Logan's eyes, afraid of what he might find. Maybe Logan wasn't really attracted to him, or was afraid to start something at the sake of his job.

Catching the young man's hands, Logan kissed Remy's lips and waited for the kid's reaction. He was pushed back and held down as the kid's thin legs straddled his waist, and his hands were held at shoulder length to either side of him. He was kissed again, deeper and longer than before. He could feel Remy's hands move and start unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way before moving to his belt. "No. Wait." Logan grabbed Remy's hand as the kid tried to remove Logan's jacket.

The young Cajun sat back and stared at Logan. After a long moment, Remy apologised and moved to sit back on the seat. He watched Logan sit up and remove his own jacket and toss it onto the empty seat behind him.

"C'mere. I just wanted to take my own jacket off." Logan reached for the youth and was greeted with a warm smile and an even warmer body in his lap. A whisper in his ear told him to lay back down. He did. His clothing was being undone and removed. Light touches tickled him and felt nice on his skin. Suddenly, they stopped and he watched in awe as the young man started removing his own clothing.

Remy leaned over and whispered to Logan, again. "Please say y' want me, Logan. Please?" Remy stared into Logan's eyes and waited for the answer. To his surprise, Logan said yes and nodded. Kissing him again, Remy moved down to Logan's erection. He heard soft gasps as he licked and teased at the length in his mouth. Remy sucked and stroked and swirled his tongue around the tip. He continued, and managed to take the length all the way into his mouth as he waited for Logan to come.

Logan gripped Remy's shoulders as his own release was being worked all over his manhood, by the kid's tongue. The mouth stopped and the tip of his manhoow pow pushed at the entrance to a tight channel. With his hands on Remy's hips and their eyes locked together, Logan lowered the boy down slowly onto him. He nearly came again as the body was so tight and now very wet thanks to his first orgasm.

A pained expression passed over Remy. He cringed for a moment but never stopped or pulled back. When Logan was completely inside him, he started his slow, sensual rhythm of moving. Gasping and panting as Remy's movements became more paced. The speed increased, as did the grippings and touches. His eyes were closed and his head was lowered, but he could clearly see the lust and passion wash over Logan.

Logan was in his own heaven as he watched Remy move and felt every muscle, every movement, every pulse the kid had clearly strained into their little sex. His body shook, needing release, but Logan wanted to put it off a little longer. He found that to be a hard task considering the kid's muscles were doing their best to bring him to orgasm.

"Come f'r me, cher. Lemme feel ya." Remy panted into Logan's ear. He braced his hands beside Logan's head and quickened his pace. His eyes stared into the older man's and searched him for understanding. Letting his muscles contract, Remy felt Logan raise up to meet him and came like a tidal wave into the warm tightness. He threw his head back and gasped, holding tightly to the short-haired, wine-coloured carpet on floofloor beneath Logan.

Both men panted and held each other. They lay side by side and wrapped up in each other's arms. Logan was comletely sated and comfortably numb, but he noticed Remy hadn't finished. He played with Remy's hair and then ran a hand along the long, slender and soft arm that had fallen across his stomach. He moved and propped himself up on his right elbow. Reaching out with his left hand to Remy's long, aroused manhood, Logan slowly started to stroke using only his fingertips.

"Non, please. Don'- hur's." Remy grabbed his hand and stopped him.

Logan stared at the younger man. "What's the matter?"

Remy turned his head away and shrugged a "nev'mine" out. Not looking at Logan, he caught the man off guard with his question. "You a cop, Logan?" He turned back to Logan to see the surprise on the older man's face and waited for the answer.

He was silent. Gathering his clothes and putting them on, Logan avoided the question until it was asked again.

Remy sat up and waited, impatiently.

Logan reached for his jacket and reached inside to the left breast pocket for his wallet. He tossed the brown leather wallet to the floor beside Remy and finished putting on his jacket. Logan watched the cajun pick it up and open it to stare blankly at the gold badge.

"Howlett, Logan. NYPD. Vice?" A confused expression came over him. He had known Logan was a cop from the start, but hadn't ined ned it was true. "Howlett......" Remy looked up into Logan's eyes as he thought of the name.

Logan took his wallet from the kid and tucked it back into the pocket. "I was sent in to take down the whole prostitution/drug ring and bring Jake to trial. I don't completely have everything I'm looking for, but I have enough to shut him down for a few years." His tone was monotonous. He hadn't cared about seeing the sadness play across his face.

"Y' gonn' arrest me, too, Logan?" Remy moved to sit on the seat and stare at the floor. He hadn't even bothered to put on his clothes, or hide himself from the other man. He sat very still and composed as he tried to make sense of the conversation.

"No. If you help me, we might be able to get your time reduced. I need you to keep this, "pointing to his pocket. "between us, okay?"

"D'accord."

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The way home was a quiet one. Remy was dressed and sat very still on the seat, staring out the window, and Logan checked his mirror every few minutes to see if the kid was alright.

Logan studied Remy's pose. Legs crossed, slender back reclined against the tall seatback and his head turned to the left. His hands were folded in his lap and trembled, slightly. Logan wondered if he had done the right thing. Not a trace of their sensual interlude was visible on the kid's expression. He looked like he always did whenever Logan picked him up and took him home. Deciding not to dwell on the subject, he retrieved a cigar from the glovebox and lit it with the car lighter.

The car pulled into the drive and up to the front of the house. Logan put it in park and got out to open Remy's door. As he opened the door, Jake came outside and walked down the steps. Logan gave Remy a look as if trying to beg for mercy.

"What happened? Are you alright, Remy? Why are you here? Where's the case?" The questions spilled out from the confused older man as he looked from Remy to Logan for answers. Not waiting, Jake grabbed Remy by the arm and escorted him inside.

Rachel stood in the doorway and came down to meet Logan before he sat down in the driver's seat to put the car away. Her blue evening gown swished and twirled about her legs, while the bodice was tight against her. Her sleeves came down to her elbow and were somewhat fluffed to look like pillows. "Rough night, Logan?" She asked as he shut the backdoor.

"Nope."

"Aw, do you need someone to comfort you? I can give you some comfort." Rachel smiled, seductively.

Logan stopped and stared at her. "What's a matter, hand have a headache?"

Rachel pouted and pushed him against the car. "You think I don't know what you two did. I know you fucked him. You're just biding time, Logan, and I'm someone you need to play ball with to keep your employment here."

"Pretty good threat. But, would the boss really care if he knew his sister was bangin the limo driver?" Logan remained passive. He could see the anger in her eyes and the promise of conviction in her tone. But, he really didn't care. All that seemed to be on his mind was how the Cajun was doing, inside, with Jake. He shrugged and headed for the driver's seat.

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"Answer me, Remy! What the Hell happened?" Jake yelled at Remy and held him against the wall, before the stairs. "What did I tell you about people who walk out on their contracts, Remy?" He held Remy by the arms and squeezed them.

Remy finally answered back. "Didn' feel right. Dey were gonn' take Remy away an' d' awful t'ings t' him. Y' were gonn' let dem do dat, weren' ya? Do ya care f'r me, Jacob? Or, is Remy jus' an inves'ment??" He hadn't needed to hear the answer. He already felt it. The pain welled up inside him, as he pushed the man away and headed up the stairs to his room.

Jake followed him to his room, shouting names and words that were inappropriate for anyone to hear or even say. Jake had even gone so far as to force his way into Remy's room when the Cajun tried to close the door. He slammed the door shut behind himself and tossed the Cajun onto the bed. "How many times do I have to tell you NOT to walk away from me when I'm talking to you? Now what happened?"

"Ask Rachel." 's 's tone was calm. He stared up at Jake, as he lay on his back. "I remember wha' happ'ned t' Tracy. Y' gonn' t'row Remy off de cliff, too?" The anger came back to his tone, and he tried to restrain it. "Y' were gonn' sell Remy to Summers an' Creed, no? Dey were gonn' sell Remy to de highes' bidder, or take him for demselves. Y' hate me dat much, Jake? Jus' like Poppa did."

Taking in what was being said, Jake released him and straightened. He walked to the door and rest his hand on the knob. "Had I known this, I wouldn't have let you go. I'm glad you're okay, Remy."

Remy sat up. "T'anks t' Logan."

Jake turned around to look at Remy. "I am nothing like your father, my love." With that, he opened the door and left, closing it behind him. His curiosity churned and he wondered just what Remy had meant by him asking Rachel. She had her girls to take care of, why would she have anything to do with Remy? He stopped at his bedroom door and thought. Jake continued down the hall to her room and held up a knuckle to knock on her door. He paused as he heard her on the phone with someone.

"........ Jake is too enamoured with him to allow that. I will not sit back and let my stupid brother hand over everything to some swamp rat he from the bayou. They were lucky. Logan has more tricks than he cares to share with the class. It won't happen again. If need be, I'll drive him myself." She hung up ele elegant, antique style phone and continued filing her long red nails. Rachel sat at her vanity table, with her back to the door. She hadn't noticed that the door had been cracked a few inches, and that her brother was now pushing it open and staring at her.

"What won't happen again, Rachel?" He said, as calmly as he could.

Rachel spun around in her chair, not believing the image in the mirror. She smiled, nervously. "Nothing, dear brother. I was just discussing buisness with a client." She stood and came closer to him. "Is Remy alright? Logan told me he was attacked and nearly kidnapped."

"Save it, Rachel." He grabbed her and held her close to him by her arms. "Remy already told me what happened. And, he forwarded me to you. After your little phone call, I assume, you aren't that innocent. Is there something about whom I fuck, you don't like? Or, maybe you're worried I'll turn everything over to him? I built this business. It's my decision, dear sister, not yours. And as for Logan, ....... well....... he'll continue to drive Remy places, and escort him when I can't. That is my choosing. I gave no permission to sell Remy off to those monsters. If I let him go, it will be of my choosing. Remember that!" Jake released her and stormed out of her room.

He headed back to his room and lay on the bed, fully clothed. He hadn't bothered turning the bedside lamp off, or even removing his shoes. Jake lay on his back and reviewed the events of the past few hours. It had been Rachel's idea to keep the Cajun and give him a lfestyle to match theirs. The boy praised him for showing him the kindness and love his family did not. And now, Rachel found Remy a liability. The two men that came to see him in his study the day before, hadn't been the two men sent to abduct his lover. His own sister betrayed him, and now his lover's life would be in danger from that point on.

The hours ticked slowly by.

Sitting up and walking to the door, Jake forced himself to open it and return to Remy's room for an apology. However, it wouldn't be the boy to apologise. Making his way to Remy's door, he hesitated before opening it. The light was off, and Remy was tucked underneath the covers as if he were freezing in the snow, outside.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched his lover sleep. The boy was curled into a ball and rolled onto his risideside, facing away from him. "I'm sorry, Remy." He whispered and then stood up to leave.

"Don' go." Remy sat up and stared at Jake's back. "Stay wit' me.....?"

Jake turned. He'd seen the need in Remy's eyes many times before, and every time, it subdued him. "Okay." He nodded and crawled up onto the bed to lie beside Remy. He was asked to remove his clothing and slip under the covers, to which he did. Snuggling closer to the boy, he apologised, again.

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"Logan. A moment of your time, in my study, please?" Jake called to the driver as he passed the open study door on his way outside.

The driver obliged and was instructed to close the door behind him and join him in front of the fireplace. He sat down on a tan leather chair, identical to the one Jake had been sitting on. They sat side by side, separated by a small, chocolate coloured table, and stared into the flames of the elegant, black tiled fireplace.

"I've talked to Remy and instructed him not to go anywhere, outside these walls, without you. I understand you saved him from nearly being taken. It wasn't my intent to have that happen. My sister has other ideas for him, and I'm not about to agree to them. He has requested you be his driver, from now on. He's taken quite a liking to you." Jake hadn't turned to see the other man sit down and listen to him.

Logan sighed and thought about the night before. "Does he really need me to protect him?"

Jake turned his head and gave him a questioning look.

"After those two left, I carried the boy back to the car and waited until he woke up to see if he was okay. When he did come around, his hands and eyes glowed. None of my business, but it seems he can take care of himself." Logan kept his eyes on the flames.

"Yes, he does. His kinetic powers- although he has wonderful control over them- are the very reason his father dismissed him from the family. If you haven't noticed, his eyes are those of the Devil's. His father threw him out because he was a mutant. His childhood was nothing to be fond of. And when he reached 18, he was put on the curb for anyone to take. And I did. Since then, he has cherished me as a father. He's quite loyal and giving. Just like man's best friend, wouldn't you agree?" Jake answered, smugly.

Controlling his anger, Logan stood up and dismissed himself.

"He was a good fuck, wasn't he, Logan? Now you know why he is in such a high demand. I'm placing him in your care for protection, not entertainment. The going rate for him is well above salary pay." Jake's tone was cold and threatened to freeze the very flames he stared into. He smiled as he heard the door open and shut without a word from the other man.


TBC...............