Case File #412

Disclaimer: Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox own the right to Logan, Remy, and Jean-Luc. Alisa LeBeau is solely owned by Nicole Wagner. Alisa is on loan for this story. I own the rights to the other character in the story. No harm intended, no money exchanged, simply for pleasure and entertainment.


It wasn't until the next afternoon that things took a turn once again. Remy had just hung up with his father, as he lounged on the soft leather sofa, in the livingroom. He stood up and stormed upstairs and into Logan's bedroom. Hearing the water running in the shower, he exhaled a small portion of frustration and opened the door. "You told my father dat I had feelin's for Ramsie?!" Arms folded and leaning against the wall, he glared at the man behind the glass.

The setup was about the same as Remy's bathroom, only a little bigger. The shower had been complete with frosted sliding doors and a bigger, round showerhead. Logan's outline showed enough to tell his surprised excitement from Remy's returned actions, but not his expression. "What?" Logan turned his head as he stood under the spray of water, and stared at Remy through the glass.

"You told my father dat I talked in my sleep an' said dat I loved Ramsie." Anger dripped from his voice. "You had no right!"

Logan turned off the water and wiped a hand across his face to wipe away the water. "First off, you fell asleep in an odd position, so I turned you around and tucked ya in. It wasn't until I pulled the covers over you that you said anything. Second, if we're gonna take him down, we have to be flawless. I can't afford to have you screw up my case because you want to sit on his lap!" He growled and tilt his head as Remy came closer and yanked the door open.

The floor was slick so Logan slipped back against the wall and was pinned as Remy placed his arms to either side of him, and glared.

"First, I'm good at my job." He leaned closer and slipped a hand to casually start to stroke Logan's erection. "Second, he sat on my lap." Remy leaned in closer to him, smiling at his moan. "Third," Capturing Logan's mouth and squeezing the hardened length as he continued to stroke, Remy kissed him as passionately as possible, without slipping into the shower. He refused to release until Logan moaned and writhed as he grabbed Remy's shoulders and squeezed as he came in Remy's hand. Remy sat back and stared at a glazed Logan. "Just because we 'fuck', don't mean I love you." Letting go of Logan and the wall, Remy turned around and slyly turned the cold water knob to spray on a stunned Logan as he left.

Logan stood there in the cold spray, staring after Remy. He breathed heavily and snapped back to himself as he turned the hot water on to finish his shower. Sliding the door closed, he kept watch out of the corner of his eye to see if Remy came back to watch him. He hadn't believed that Remy took the conversation to that much of an extreme, let alone himself for basically wanting something like that to happen. He was still hard and his mind kept replaying the scene like a broken record, twisting it to something a little more than just what actually happened. Did he really like it?

Finishing his shower and drying off, Logan dressed himself in old jeans and a T-shirt before venturing downstairs to get a beer. Spotting Remy, out of the corner of his eye, as he sat on the sofa facing the television, he cleared his throat. "Is that all you and your daddy talked about?"

Remy looked up from writing in a notebook, what happened so far, and didn't answer right away. He was upset that Logan had thought of him as inexperienced and incapable of doing his job. "Non. Poppa says dat if we go to Ramsie, we have to bring him back here to make de arrest."

Opening the bottle and taking a long drink, Logan came to sit on the adjacent sofa and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. He took a good look at Remy, who had turned back to writing, and cleared his throat again out of nerves. "What do you think?"

"Mebbe it'll work."

Logan breathed and watched the way the pen moved in Remy's right hand. It moved so fluid and quick that he was almost too caught up to remember what he was about to say. "How do you wanna play this out?" Trying not to redo his mistake from earlier, he waited for Remy's idea on the matter before offering anything else.

Remy stopped his writing again but didn't look up. He shrugged. "If you think I'm in love wit' him, you're gonna want me as close to you as possible so I don't make a mistake, non? Well, dat means my ideas are out of de question. So, you tell me, how do you want to do dis?" He hadn't looked at Logan but, could clearly feel his anger for what he had just said. Finishing his report, he closed his notebook and stood up to go fix something for dinner.

Letting his last mouthful of beer sit in his mouth, Logan thought and then swallowed before standing up. "Look, that was my mistake. I thought you might cost us the case so, I felt he had to know. Three years is enough time to forget that yer CIA, and run with the wrong crowd. Come on, we have IAD so far up our asses, waitin for us to make a wrong turn. I can't imagine you don't have any obstacles in your department." He paused as he stared at Remy's back. "This ain't the movies, kid. You aren't Chuck Norris."

Sighing inwardly, Remy shook his head and detoured upstairs.

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Giving Remy time to cool down, Logan busied himself with making dinner. Worming through the cupboards, and slamming pots and pans around, he grew tired of walking on egg shells. Turning the corner and going upstairs to talk to Remy, he stopped at the door and watched as Remy sat on the far side of his bed and stared out the window. The window was open, and Remy had a lit cigarrette in his hand. "Didn't know you smoked," he said quietly.

"I smoke when people think I can't do my job."

Logan took a step into the room and stopped at the end of the bed. "If he's gay, are you-?"

"Gay?" Remy finished, numb. Taking another puff and blowing it out, he spoke again, quietly. "Hadn't thought about it. Are you?"

Logan hadn't been ready for the question to be turned around on him. "You askin for a date?"

Remy smirked. "Yea, was t'inkin 'bout havin' myself a nightmare an' runnin into your room, just for spite." Snuffing his cigarrette into an ashtray, at his feet, he waited for anything more the detective had to ask. Turning to look at Logan, he sighed and stood up. "I think we'd better split up." Stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets, Remy shrugged convinced himself that he made the right choice of attack.

"Sposed ta work together, remember?"

Remy clarified, "In Bermuda. If you beat me up, I go runnin' back to him, won't look right wit' me showin up wit' you."

Nodding and thinking it over, Logan ran the play through in his mind. "You sure you want to do it that way?"

"Well," Remy started. "Dat way, you can get your licks in, before I change my mind and decide to kick your ass."

"And, what did I do?"

Remy walked around the side of the bed to stop a step away from him. "You discredited me."

Grabbing Remy's arm as he started to leave, Logan held him there and glared at him. "You didn't answer my question."

"If I say yes, you gonna give me an extra punch?"

"Just, yes or no."

Feeling deep into Logan's soul, something inside Remy shuddered as he closed his eyes and nodded shortly. When he opened his eyes agian, he saw the oddest expression on Logan's face. Thinking he needed to back up, he took a step back only to be stopped again and kissed.

Pulling away, Logan smirked. "Payback for the shower."

"Hey, I didn't tell you my preference so dat you can make fun of it. I could get fired for likin' guys." Remy's anger was starting to heat up.

Logan breathed out and continued. "So the agency'll dress better. Besides, I never said I was gonna spill, did I? I just paid you back for that jerk off in the shower."

"So we're even, now what?"

Now what was a good question. Logan was at a loss at how to actually apologise to Remy. He knew Remy deserved more than just a "sorry". Clearing his throat, and holding his breath, Logan leaned in and caught Remy's narrowed glare as he kissed him again, deeper than the first. Holding Remy as he struggled shortly and finally gave in, Logan wrapped both arms around the Cajun and pulled him close.

Remy moaned into the kiss and took control, moving his hands up underneath Logan's shirt, feeling the skin. Pushing the older man back, onto the bed, he pushed the shirt up and caressed Logan's chest before guiding him to lie down. Something in the back of his mind told him to stop and back up.

Logan lay there, staring at him as if he were mad. He was calm and let Remy take control but, as he hit the bed, he stopped kissing and feeling and lay there watching the other man. His eyes wide and careful as they stared directly into the red on black oceans that hovered a few inches above him. "Fiesty, aren't ya? Hey, hey where're ya goin?"

Remy backed up and stood up completely, avoiding looking at Logan who sat up with him and caught his arm. "Nevermind. Jus' forget it!" He struggled out of Logan's grasp but, Logan was stronger than he was and held his arm completely still. "If you ain't interested, den to Hell wit' you!"

"Wait! I never said I wasn't interested, kid. C'mere," He said it with tenderness that wasn't enough to make Remy move an inch. "C'mere, please." Spreading his legs so that Remy could step closer, Logan took a deep breath and placed his hands on Remy's hips. "This is gonna be new to me, if we're both gonna fight for the top."

Laughing throatily, Remy shook his head. "One time thing, an' you act like we're datin."

Letting go of Remy altogether, Logan leaned back on his palms and shrugged. "Alright, let's see what you got, kid."

A smirk before pressing Logan back to the mattress as he resumed the kissing and feeling while trying to divest Logan of his clothing. Remy moaned as Logan started unbuttoning Remy's jeans and pushing them down, off Remy's hips. As he started kissing Logan's chest, he felt warm hands on his erection, stroking him and squeezing him, gently. Remy was moaning and mewling as the hand stroked his erection while the other warmed his balls in a soft, warm palm.

Sitting up as Remy moved to remove his clothes, Logan pushed himself back up to the head of the bed, so that his head lay on Remy's pillow. Logan unfastened his jeans and slid them down to his ankles where Remy slipped them off completely, and then moved to strip off his shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed. As he looked back to Remy, his mouth was captured in a long, intense kiss as both men moaned and pawed at each other.

Remy hovered above Logan and let his hands explore the detective's body, feeling the hardness between both their legs as well as the emotional desire that fed the lust to press on. Remy kissed and licked his way down Logan's chest and stomach and stopped to suck at the head of Logan's erection. Continuing his licks, Remy lay between Logan's legs and let his tongue swirl around one spot on Logan's left cheek before sucking his left index finger and pressing it into the tight hole. He smiled as he heard a sharp gasp from the detective. Massaging the spot just inside, Remy sat back and fished through his pants until he found his wallet and slid out a thin blue packet.

Tearing the packet open and removing the rolled latex, Remy kept the finger moving inside Logan while the other hand readied himself, beside the bed. He couldn't forget that Logan wasn't Ramsie, nor was he on call to act his part as the dominant male. He was simply there to express how his inclinations to the male species were romanticized.

Looking back to Logan, a cool smile before pointing to the small bottle of lotion on the bedside table, and a wink as he caught the tossed item. Opening the top, he squeezed a good glob into the hole and snapped the bottle closed, tossing it over his shoulder, carelessly. As Remy moved to position himself above the waiting Logan, he was grabbed at the arms and forced to look into Logan's eyes.

"That ain't exactly a smart place to keep that."

Remy smirked. "You t'ink I make you pregnant? Relax, mon cher."

Catching the small joke, Logan shook his head slightly and relaxed. Logan had never been the receiving end of plays, as he was sure Remy wasn't either. Still, he tried to follow what he told all of his lovers, "relax." The push in had startled him and snapped him out of his thoughts to stare into Remy's eyes.

It was bliss to stare into each other's eyes and see emotions and expressions wash over the other. Logan couldn't take his eyes off of him, nor could Remy look away from Logan. The feelings and sensations that accompanied the slow, subtle rhythm was more than Logan had ever felt with any other lover.

The red in Remy's eyes seemed to burn spasmically with desire and need with each thrust. They glowed a soft crimson before flames danced in the reflection. With each blink, came a brighter, more intensified burn. Remy moved slow, almost lingering, savouring the casual feeling of Logan's warmth. Every thrust, he watched Logan's facial expressions change from pain, to pleasure, to desperate need. It was beautiful to watch, and it drove Remy on.

Logan breathed in and exhaled as he grabbed Remy's hips and tried to pace him a little faster.

Obliging, Remy moved faster, determined not to come until Logan came. It was tight but Remy didn't mind much as Logan relaxed more and more, their eyes never leaving the other. Remy seemed to strain, and panted a bit but was able to gradually up the pace.

They were quiet, peaceful, and seemed as if they had been lovers for years.

It was Logan who gasped out loud first. That was followed by a moaning of pleasure and a pant as his eyes slid closed. His hands gripped Remy's hips tighter and smiled as he could smell that both were close. Deep breaths and audible exhales, enjoying the taste of Remy's excitement that played in the air. His tongue dipped out to taste the cinnamon on the air every few seconds.

Remy smirked at the sight he had forced upon Logan. Throwing his head back, he moaned, letting his mouth fall open and his own eyes close as he increased the pace once again. Straining more to control the fits of lust, he started to pant and lower himself down to his elbows as he locked his lips onto Logan's and came.

Wrapping a hand around Logan's erection, Remy stroked slowly, tightly as he continued his slowing pace.

Logan came in a rush against Remy's mouth, moaning and panting as he helped Remy stroke.

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They lay there, on thier sides. Logn stared at Remy's aubrun hair and reached up to run his fingers through the silk. Listening to Remy's calm breathing, Logan swallowed before he spoke. "Does your dad know about this?"

Remy had been resting with his eyes closed but opened them as Logan broke the silence. He took a breath and let it out slowly before answering. "I told him when I was 15. He said I should keep it quiet, cause o' my job. So, had a couple of girlfriends, fooled around some, and kept my secret. De department thinks I'm Ramsie's bodyguard, or somet'in."

"So, they don't really know, and you can't really be yourself."

"I can be myself. What dey think isn't what matters. I keep my job, dey keep deir nose out of my business, an' all's well. Have to be careful even if you're out. Lotta bad t'ings can happen, if you're not."

Logan sighed.

"Does your department know about you?"

"They would if I dated anyone." He was silent for a moment. "I took a friend to the prom, have her picture on my desk but she's married and has 3 kids, now. That's it."

Remy smiled slightly. "Guess bein' a cop is the best place to hide as ever." He moved to lie on his back and turn his head to see Logan staring at him.

A smile and an inch closer as Logan raised his head and leaned in for a kiss. Just as his lips touched Remy's, the ring of the phone ended it. Sitting up and crawling to the end of the bed, he ruffled through his clothes until he found his phone. "What?"

"Logan? This is your Chief. Tell me I'm interrupting something." Ontanol spoke as if he were offended by the way Logan answered the phone.

Logan sat up and glanced back at Remy. "Nothin important. What's up?"

Remy raised himself up to rest on his elbows as he flashed a slightly hurt look at the older man. The white sheet lay over the lower half of his body as he chest lay fully open to the cool wash of air from the air conditioner. He shivered from the cold; not from the air but from the way Logan had changed while he talked on the phone. Deciding he should let Logan talk with his superior alone, Remy slipped on his pants and headed down to the kitchen for a drink. He waved a hand and didn't turn around as Logan cleared his throat as he reached the doorway.

Sighing to himself and walking down the stairs, Remy started to kick himself for expecting anything different from Logan. Turning into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator's door, he stared blankly at the contents before picking up a bottle of beer. Taking off the cap and taking a long drink, he closed his eyes and lowered the bottle. Standing there, with the door still open, Remy didn't bother to open his eyes to see Logan staring at him from the edge of the countre. "Everything okay in de real world?"

Logan looked at him in a questiong tone and then answered. "Your agency has granted rights to go get Ramsie. I'm to follow you and make sure nothin happens to ya. So, I'm to talk to you about how to go through with this, and get back to them. So, how do you wanna do this?"

Remy closed the door and turned to look at Logan before setting the bottle down in front of Logan, and walking past him to the livingroom. I guess we could do dat. I could have Alisa keep ya company while I get back wit' him. You follow us and when it looks clear, we arrest him." He sat down on the sofa that faced the television and sighed, content with this thought.

Logan grabbed the bottle and turned to walk around to the arm of the adjacent sofa and sit down. "You really think it'll be that easy?"

"Nope."

Nodding in agreement, Logan took a sip of the beer and stared at Remy's nonchalant expression. "So, how do you wanna present this?"

The only thing that mainly went through Remy's mind was the blank expression he got when Logan was on the phone. He was foolish enough to think that they had even the slightest hint of something real but, the jobs always came first. His head started to hurt and he pinched and rubbed the skin above his nose for relief. "We gotta catch him in de act of his business. We can stick to de original plan." It wasn't so much that he wanted to get beat up by Logan but, more of a fact of to see how Logan handled it, letting the slightest hint of true feelings shine through.

Logan wasn't exactly happy with the thought of beating up someone just to catch a criminal. As he stared at Remy's blank expression, he reluctantly nodded. "I'll go call the Chief back and let him know our decision." Standing up from the arm of the sofa, he glanced at Remy and could have sworn he saw actual hurt in the young man's eyes. Sighing as he really wanted to ask, Logan turned and headed back upstairs.

Remy had sat there in a daze. His world was seemingly coming to a close and crashing around him. For three years, he had the chance to be with someone who- more or less- loved him and wanted to be with him. For three years, he was able to be someone other than a CIA agent. Now, it seemed that he was falling for a detective that just wanted to end the case and get rid of him. Remy was at a loss for words.

The phone he had left on the sofa cushion, beside him, rang and flashed Alisa's ID. Picking it up and answering it, he spoke numbly. "Oui?" As he listened to the latest news of Ramsie, Remy gave her the rundown of their next move. They spoke in French about their plans and a few personal matters before finally hanging up with each other.

He sat and thought of what it might be like IF he had given in to one of the men and told his true feelings. He also thought of what it might be like, had he settled for either of them. Keith Ramsie did nice things for him and cared about him to an extent but, under everything, he was just an assignment. Logan hadn't liked him from the very beginning, and seemed to only humour him with staying under the same roof. But Logan understood that a job was a job, and even with those you work with, a great deal of both their lives was playing it close to the vest. The walls closed in around Remy all too quickly, and he felt as if he were trapped in a bubble that was filled with water.

TBC.