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Chapter 8 - The End
WARNINGS: Rape and sexual abuse of a child. Don’t read this if it offends you. I’ve tried not to get too graphic, but it’s important to the story.
NOTES: Note the time change, once again.
~ New York – 2004 ~
Logan’s keen sense of hearing picked up the sound of the piano being skillfully played before he was even halfway to the boathouse; stopping in his tracks, Logan tilted his head to the side, attempting to identify the melody. Something classical with a sad feel to it; he vaguely recognized it as familiar but couldn’t put his finger on it. Smiling softly to himself, he set off again, giving up on identifying the elusive melody.
Reaching the boathouse, Logan quietly let himself in; he didn’t want to announce his presence just yet. Careful to remain quiet, he padded up the stairs, following the melody to its source. Standing quietly in the doorway, Logan stood transfixed and watched Remy play, the boy as yet unaware of his presence.
The last few years had made the boy more beautiful than ever and Logan watched with loving eyes as Remy played, ruby eyes closed, head slightly back, a blissful half-smile on his lips; lost in the music. Logan often wondered who had taught the boy; Remy had already known how when Logan took him in and the boy had never mentioned who it was that had taught him to play so beautifully.
The autumn sunlight pouring in through the room’s windows brought out the golden highlights in the boy’s tousled hair and imparted an angelic glow to the boy’s white dress shirt and faded jeans. Perhaps Remy really was an angel, Logan thought with a smile; no mere mortal could possibly be so beautiful or so unfailingly selfless, although his boy was far from pure at the best of times.
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Remy sighed blissfully as the song came to an end; the warm sunlight cascading into the room felt wonderful against his face and he felt wonderfully at peace. For the first time in as long as he could remember, the specter of the past no longer botherem. m. It too had been put to rest and Remy felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Through death came resurrection and, for the first time in his life, Remy felt free.
“Mornin’, kiddo,” Logan said softly from behind him.
“Mornin’, cher,” Remy answered dreamily, turning to face Logan, surprised to find that he hadn’t been startled by the other man’s greeting.
Logan stood silent in wonder. It was as if everything Logan had come to expect about Remy had changed overnight; he had never seen such a look of complete and utter peace on the boy’s face before. Something had happened, of that Logan was sure, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude for whatever it was that had worked this miracle on the boy he loved so dearly.
“What happened, Rem?” Logan asked softly, hoping that the boy would understand what it was he meant.
“Something big, cher,” Remy answered softly. “Decided it was time to bury the dead and get on with life.”
At a loss for words, Logan tried to figure out what the boy meant. “Rem, what…”
“Shush yourself and listen. Today’s All Souls Day,” Remy interrupted, “an’ I got to thinkin’ that it was time that the past was dead and buried; time for the old Remy to be put to rest, too. It was time to let go, cher, I been holding onto that ghost for too damn long.”
“Rem…” Logan started, tears stinging his eyes.
“Don’t, cher, it was time to let it go; I’m ready.”
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Throwing open the door to their bedroom, Logan pulled Remy inside, shedding his shirt as he went. Slamming the door behind him, he pushed Remy up against it, tearing the boy’s shirt open with a growl, seg thg the buttons flying and making Remy gasp in surprised lust.
Dropping to his knees at Remy’s feet, he swiftly unbuttoned the boy’s pants and rubbed his hand over the rock hard bulge in the silk boxers, earning a deep moan of pleasure. Grinning evilly, Logan bent down to nuzzle at the boy’s aching cock, groaning in surprised pleasure as Remy tangled his fingers in his hair, urging him on.
With a gentle tug on the silk boxers, Logan freed the boy’s straining cock and with one final glance to be sure that he had permission, took the straining member into his mouth, moaning in pleasure as Remy tugged at his hair, forcing him to take more of the rock hard flesh into his mouth.
Moaning deeply, Remy let his head fall back against the door with a thump, fingers tangled tightly in Logan’s wild hair. He never wanted it to stop, but Logan was quickly pushing him to the brink, his cock begging for release. With a frantic whimper, Remy released his hold on Logan’s hair so that the other man could pull away; surprised when Logan caught his wrist and pulled his hand back, firmly replacing it…Logan didn’t want to stop! Crying out in surprised pleasure, Remy couldn’t hold back any longer and bucked eagerly into Logan’s mouth, coming so hard it hurt, screaming ecstatically.
Groaning, Logan sucked eagerly; he loved being able to do this and never wanted it to stop. Remy was usually hesitant at best about letting him suck him off, due to his own bad experiences being on the giving end, but Logan loved everything about it, the taste, the feel, the way Remy screamed his name in ecstasy…his thoughts were derailed by the boy tugging on his hair, wanting him to stand up.
Getting to his feet, Logan was shocked when Remy pulled him into a fiery kiss, fingers tangled in his hair; Remy never behaved so aggressively. Moaning in surprised pleasure, Logan responded enthusiastically, pressing himself against the boy’s hard body and kissing him back with equal ardor, cock throbbing painfully.
“Fuck me, cher…please!” Remy moaned, gasping as Logan sucked at his neck.
If there was ever a demand Logan couldn’t refuse, this was it. Grabbing hold of Remy’s wrist and pulling him toward the bed, eyes blazing with lust. Seeing nothing but need in the boy’s eyes, he roughly pulled Remy’s shirt from his shoulders, tossing it on the floor with a snarl.
Never breaking eye contract, Logan started in on his own pants, stepping out of them with a low growl, loving the way the boy’s breath hitched at the sight of his dripping cock. Pushing the boy roughly onto the bed, Logan stripped Remy’s pants off, mouth watering at the sight of the boy’s straining cock.
“Want somethin’, Rem?” Logan asked, leaning over the panting boy.
“Oui, s’il te plaît…” Remy moaned, scooting further onto the bed.
“That’s my boy,” Logan growled.
Digging in the nightstand, Logan retrieved the lube and slicked his aching cock, never taking his eyes off of the boy. Kneeling on the bed, he settled the boy’s coltish legs over his shoulders, growling low in his throat at needy whimpers Remy made in response. “Ready, Rem?”
“Oui, cher,” Remy whined, hips hitching up reflexively.
Steadying the boy’s hips, Logan thrust, loving the ecstatic cry the boy made as he was taken so forcefully. Capturing the boy’s pouty lips in a demanding kiss, Logan set a hard rhythm, moaning as Remy wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Logan had never seen the boy so uninhibited and it was driving him wild.
“Jerk yourself off,” Logan growled, breaking the kiss.
Eyes wide with surprised lust, Remy complied, releasing his hold on Logan’s neck and taking his straining cock in hand, stroking firmly, eyes falling closed. It felt incredible, but he wanted more. Dropping his shields, he cried out in startled pleasure as Logan’s ecstasy flooded his mind, pushing him dangerously close to the brink.
Not wanting to finish before his lover, Remy opened his mind to Logan, the other man swearing appreciatively as the sensations flooded his mind. Matching his rhythm to the increased speed of Logan’s thrusts, Remy cried out in ecstasy as he came, shooting in hard, throbbing spurts all over his chest and stomach.
Snarling like a wild animal, Logan thrust deep and came, helpless to stop himself as the waves of Remy’s orgasm crashed through his mind, pushing him harder and harder over the brink.
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“So you got one of those little dolls that you stick pins in or what?” Rogue teased, ruffling Remy’s bangs in spite of the glare the boy shot at her.
“Non, cherie, but if you keep that up I might have to get one,” Remy shot back with a wicked grin, heading out the back door of the mansion towards the lake.
Settling at the end of the dock, Remy let his feet dangle in the chilly water and watched the setting sun, pulling the sleeves of his ratty flannel shirt down over his hands and crossing his arms across his chest. He liked it in spite of the fact that the elbows were worn entirely through and the colors faded; Logan had given it to him their first day together and he wouldn’t be parted from it, no matter how ratty it became.
“I can’t believe you’re still wearing that ratty old thing,” Logan said with a soft laugh, moving to sit on the dock behind Remy, wrapping his arms around the shivering boy.
“I like it,” Remy answered, leaning back into Logan’s warm embrace with a satisfied sigh.
Snorting, Logan rested his chin on the top of the boy’s head; the kid was going to wear that thing until it fell apart. Watching the setting sun with a light heart, Logan smiled. “So everything’s going to be alright, then?”
“Yeah, I think it is,” Remy answered softly with an answering smile.
END
NOTES: Note the time change, once again.
~ New York – 2004 ~
Logan’s keen sense of hearing picked up the sound of the piano being skillfully played before he was even halfway to the boathouse; stopping in his tracks, Logan tilted his head to the side, attempting to identify the melody. Something classical with a sad feel to it; he vaguely recognized it as familiar but couldn’t put his finger on it. Smiling softly to himself, he set off again, giving up on identifying the elusive melody.
Reaching the boathouse, Logan quietly let himself in; he didn’t want to announce his presence just yet. Careful to remain quiet, he padded up the stairs, following the melody to its source. Standing quietly in the doorway, Logan stood transfixed and watched Remy play, the boy as yet unaware of his presence.
The last few years had made the boy more beautiful than ever and Logan watched with loving eyes as Remy played, ruby eyes closed, head slightly back, a blissful half-smile on his lips; lost in the music. Logan often wondered who had taught the boy; Remy had already known how when Logan took him in and the boy had never mentioned who it was that had taught him to play so beautifully.
The autumn sunlight pouring in through the room’s windows brought out the golden highlights in the boy’s tousled hair and imparted an angelic glow to the boy’s white dress shirt and faded jeans. Perhaps Remy really was an angel, Logan thought with a smile; no mere mortal could possibly be so beautiful or so unfailingly selfless, although his boy was far from pure at the best of times.
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Remy sighed blissfully as the song came to an end; the warm sunlight cascading into the room felt wonderful against his face and he felt wonderfully at peace. For the first time in as long as he could remember, the specter of the past no longer botherem. m. It too had been put to rest and Remy felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Through death came resurrection and, for the first time in his life, Remy felt free.
“Mornin’, kiddo,” Logan said softly from behind him.
“Mornin’, cher,” Remy answered dreamily, turning to face Logan, surprised to find that he hadn’t been startled by the other man’s greeting.
Logan stood silent in wonder. It was as if everything Logan had come to expect about Remy had changed overnight; he had never seen such a look of complete and utter peace on the boy’s face before. Something had happened, of that Logan was sure, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude for whatever it was that had worked this miracle on the boy he loved so dearly.
“What happened, Rem?” Logan asked softly, hoping that the boy would understand what it was he meant.
“Something big, cher,” Remy answered softly. “Decided it was time to bury the dead and get on with life.”
At a loss for words, Logan tried to figure out what the boy meant. “Rem, what…”
“Shush yourself and listen. Today’s All Souls Day,” Remy interrupted, “an’ I got to thinkin’ that it was time that the past was dead and buried; time for the old Remy to be put to rest, too. It was time to let go, cher, I been holding onto that ghost for too damn long.”
“Rem…” Logan started, tears stinging his eyes.
“Don’t, cher, it was time to let it go; I’m ready.”
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Throwing open the door to their bedroom, Logan pulled Remy inside, shedding his shirt as he went. Slamming the door behind him, he pushed Remy up against it, tearing the boy’s shirt open with a growl, seg thg the buttons flying and making Remy gasp in surprised lust.
Dropping to his knees at Remy’s feet, he swiftly unbuttoned the boy’s pants and rubbed his hand over the rock hard bulge in the silk boxers, earning a deep moan of pleasure. Grinning evilly, Logan bent down to nuzzle at the boy’s aching cock, groaning in surprised pleasure as Remy tangled his fingers in his hair, urging him on.
With a gentle tug on the silk boxers, Logan freed the boy’s straining cock and with one final glance to be sure that he had permission, took the straining member into his mouth, moaning in pleasure as Remy tugged at his hair, forcing him to take more of the rock hard flesh into his mouth.
Moaning deeply, Remy let his head fall back against the door with a thump, fingers tangled tightly in Logan’s wild hair. He never wanted it to stop, but Logan was quickly pushing him to the brink, his cock begging for release. With a frantic whimper, Remy released his hold on Logan’s hair so that the other man could pull away; surprised when Logan caught his wrist and pulled his hand back, firmly replacing it…Logan didn’t want to stop! Crying out in surprised pleasure, Remy couldn’t hold back any longer and bucked eagerly into Logan’s mouth, coming so hard it hurt, screaming ecstatically.
Groaning, Logan sucked eagerly; he loved being able to do this and never wanted it to stop. Remy was usually hesitant at best about letting him suck him off, due to his own bad experiences being on the giving end, but Logan loved everything about it, the taste, the feel, the way Remy screamed his name in ecstasy…his thoughts were derailed by the boy tugging on his hair, wanting him to stand up.
Getting to his feet, Logan was shocked when Remy pulled him into a fiery kiss, fingers tangled in his hair; Remy never behaved so aggressively. Moaning in surprised pleasure, Logan responded enthusiastically, pressing himself against the boy’s hard body and kissing him back with equal ardor, cock throbbing painfully.
“Fuck me, cher…please!” Remy moaned, gasping as Logan sucked at his neck.
If there was ever a demand Logan couldn’t refuse, this was it. Grabbing hold of Remy’s wrist and pulling him toward the bed, eyes blazing with lust. Seeing nothing but need in the boy’s eyes, he roughly pulled Remy’s shirt from his shoulders, tossing it on the floor with a snarl.
Never breaking eye contract, Logan started in on his own pants, stepping out of them with a low growl, loving the way the boy’s breath hitched at the sight of his dripping cock. Pushing the boy roughly onto the bed, Logan stripped Remy’s pants off, mouth watering at the sight of the boy’s straining cock.
“Want somethin’, Rem?” Logan asked, leaning over the panting boy.
“Oui, s’il te plaît…” Remy moaned, scooting further onto the bed.
“That’s my boy,” Logan growled.
Digging in the nightstand, Logan retrieved the lube and slicked his aching cock, never taking his eyes off of the boy. Kneeling on the bed, he settled the boy’s coltish legs over his shoulders, growling low in his throat at needy whimpers Remy made in response. “Ready, Rem?”
“Oui, cher,” Remy whined, hips hitching up reflexively.
Steadying the boy’s hips, Logan thrust, loving the ecstatic cry the boy made as he was taken so forcefully. Capturing the boy’s pouty lips in a demanding kiss, Logan set a hard rhythm, moaning as Remy wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Logan had never seen the boy so uninhibited and it was driving him wild.
“Jerk yourself off,” Logan growled, breaking the kiss.
Eyes wide with surprised lust, Remy complied, releasing his hold on Logan’s neck and taking his straining cock in hand, stroking firmly, eyes falling closed. It felt incredible, but he wanted more. Dropping his shields, he cried out in startled pleasure as Logan’s ecstasy flooded his mind, pushing him dangerously close to the brink.
Not wanting to finish before his lover, Remy opened his mind to Logan, the other man swearing appreciatively as the sensations flooded his mind. Matching his rhythm to the increased speed of Logan’s thrusts, Remy cried out in ecstasy as he came, shooting in hard, throbbing spurts all over his chest and stomach.
Snarling like a wild animal, Logan thrust deep and came, helpless to stop himself as the waves of Remy’s orgasm crashed through his mind, pushing him harder and harder over the brink.
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“So you got one of those little dolls that you stick pins in or what?” Rogue teased, ruffling Remy’s bangs in spite of the glare the boy shot at her.
“Non, cherie, but if you keep that up I might have to get one,” Remy shot back with a wicked grin, heading out the back door of the mansion towards the lake.
Settling at the end of the dock, Remy let his feet dangle in the chilly water and watched the setting sun, pulling the sleeves of his ratty flannel shirt down over his hands and crossing his arms across his chest. He liked it in spite of the fact that the elbows were worn entirely through and the colors faded; Logan had given it to him their first day together and he wouldn’t be parted from it, no matter how ratty it became.
“I can’t believe you’re still wearing that ratty old thing,” Logan said with a soft laugh, moving to sit on the dock behind Remy, wrapping his arms around the shivering boy.
“I like it,” Remy answered, leaning back into Logan’s warm embrace with a satisfied sigh.
Snorting, Logan rested his chin on the top of the boy’s head; the kid was going to wear that thing until it fell apart. Watching the setting sun with a light heart, Logan smiled. “So everything’s going to be alright, then?”
“Yeah, I think it is,” Remy answered softly with an answering smile.
END