Know Your Neighbours

Author: SisterWine (AND Esprit)


Remy dialed the nonemergency police number and waited to talk to a detective.

The phone rang twice and then a click before a male's concealed voice scolded him. "Ah ah ah, I said no police. Do you want the little bitch to die, mister LeBeau?"

"Non, I wanted t' talk to you. My father ain' gon' give up his company for some nobody his son was datin' dat he didn' like anyway. Dat's why I'm offerin' a trade-up f' somethin' he jus' might give up his company for."

The voice laughed. "And what would that be? If dear old daddy won't give it up, there might be some bad repercussions."

"I don' care. You let Alex go... y' get me in return," he said deadly serious.

The voice became cold and hard as they listened to Remy offer himself in return. "Done." They paused to hear a ragged breath from Remy and then added. "A limo will be waiting outside of your building in one hour. Tell anyone, both of you are dead. Understood?"

"Agreed," he said, just as cold and professional and then Remy hung up the phone and started his car back up from where he had parked a few blocks away from work. He parked in his normal spot and went to his office to leave a message for his father, wrapping up any work he needed done... and his will.... Once that was done, he headed for the front of the building and looked for the limo.

Remy waited outside the office building, a frown on his face. His eyes were peeled for the limo that was going to get him. He had been shaking in his office, but he was cold and collected once he was outside and actually facing this. Before... he had a chance to think. He had been writing his will for Christ's sake. He didn't let himself think about that in the moments he was waiting.

A sleek black limo pulled up along the front and opened the passenger door. A hand from inside the dark tinted windows waved him in.

Remy climbed in the car and made a point to look at who was waving him in. He wanted to see this person.

The man was built like a brick wall and dressed in a very expensive black suit with an earpiece. Dark shades covered his eyes and he grinned sickly at Remy as he climbed in and sat down. He was a bodyguard obviously but, Remy couldn't place him. "Fasten your seatbelt." The man sneered, calling to the driver to go.

"So de man wan' me unharmed. Sweet," he commented, but shut the door and complied with the belt.

Sneering at Remy, the man spoke again, his voice even deeper than before. "Oh, they have plans for you."

Remy filed the 'they' away under tid-bits he learned about his captors, but didn't pay any more mind to the body guard. He did watch the windows so he could see where they were going. He crossed his arms and waited after he was situated.

The man waited a few minutes or so and then retrieved a blindfold from his inside jacket pocket. "Put it on." He tossed it at Remy and narrowed his eyes, hoping for conflict.

Remy rolled his eyes, but wasn't about to protest. He was going willingly.

The driver had taken an extended route, indirectly heading for a warehouse that was owned by his father's rival business. They arrived half an hour later and Remy was yanked out of the backseat and into what sounded like an empty room.

"I wanna see Alex," he said calmly.

"Remove the blindfold." A deep voice called from far off to his left.

Remy reached up and removed it, then looked for the voice and tried to orient himself in the room.

An older gentleman with salt and pepper hair stood with his hands folded in front of him and smiled welcomingly at Remy. "Welcome, mister LeBeau. I trust you are unharmed....?"

"As unharmed as I can be," he said, he hoped cryptically.

"Good to hear. My boys tend to get overly excited at time." The smile ingrained on his face.

"Where's Alex?" Remy asked, again, calmly, but starting to get worried.

The man thought quizzically. "Alex? He's fine. If you'll come with me, I'll take you to him." Unfolding his hands and gesturing to his right, as they had been in an empty warehouse. "This way, please."

Remy followed after the man and swallowed nervously. "You aren't a competitor of my father's," he stated plainly. He knew all of them and what they looked like. He didn't recognize this man.

"Me? No. I am merely an employee of someone who has dealings with your father." He led Remy to a back storage room and opened the door to show Remy inside.

Alex sat on a metal chair and stood up, eager to rush over to Remy. "Remy, you're here?!" Wrapping his arms around the young man, they kissed and his embrace grew tighter as they were forced apart by the bodyguard.

Remy tried to keep hold of Alex, but eventually let himself be dragged away. "You all right, Alex?" he asked concerned, checking him over worriedly.

Alex trembled but nodded. "Yes. For now. What are you doing here?"

"Dey're lettin' you go," he said meaningfully, looking at the man who was the cultured employee of his kidnappers. "Dat was de agreement."

"Well, yes.... and no." Came the voice of a younger man from behind them. "Sorry to disappoint you, Remy, but Alex was never really going to be let go. Not yet, at least."

Remy growled and turned to the new voice... and paused at who he saw. "S-Summers?" he asked. "Scott Summers? *You're* behind dis!?" he yelled and made to march toward the boy competitor.

"Well, yes." Scott smirked but stood ready to deal with Remy. "Have a seat, LeBeau." He growled back. A hand placed on his ruby glassed shades. "Alex, get some rope."

Remy's head snapped to Alex as the order was given... and he wondered for a moment if Summers was just using Alex... but Alex, if truly a prisoner wouldn't *know* where the rope was, much less be trusted with it.... on the other hand it was just rope. He didn't know what to think, but he looked appalled at Alex.

"I' I' I'm sorry, Remy....." Looking mournful as though he just lost his best friend, Alex tended to his task with barely an upward glance.

"Wait!! Why are you doin' dis?" Remy asked, looking so lost he couldn't stand how weak he must look in that moment.

Guiding Remy back to the chair and kneeling behind him, he whispered. "Please forgive me, Remy. I promise, we won't hurt you." He tied the rope tightly but not so tight to have Remy completely bound.

Scott sneered and narrowed his eyes at the handsome young Cajun. "What's this 'we' shit? Tie him up and let's go, we have work to do."

"Alex-- wait-- please... jus'... explain dis to me, please!" he begged. What was Alex doing? Why was he doing this? What kind of power did Summers have over him? The man was treating him like crap.

Kneeling in front of Remy, Alex took a breath and closed his eyes, hoping to avoid eye contact with Remy. "He's my brother, Remy. He found out about you and me, and-- I can't embarrass my family like that.... I love you but, I need my family too. Please understand...." Leaning forward and reaching up to guide Remy in for another kiss, he caught Remy's eye.

Remy's glare could have killed him if looks had such power. As it was, his hands were glowing and his bindings exploded and he stood up suddenly, as if lunging for Alex, but he maintained his ground. He stepped away from the chair, as if he were just going to walk away. His wrists hurt... but not near as much as his heart. "Don' let me ever see you again, Alex."

"Remy please.... This wasn't my idea!"

Alex had been blown back to sit on the floor and stare upwards

"Please *what?!*" he spat back at Alex. "Neider of you get me any more. Deal's off, Summers. Alex ain' goin', y' don' get me," he said and started to walk out.

Scott stepped in front of him. "I think not, swamp boy." Letting a small blast escape overtop of his glasses, he used enough to knock Remy back into a corner but not enough to seriously hurt him. "I need you too much to let you go."

Blown back, Remy was heavily dazed and he could barely see, let alone raise his own defenses. "Y' always were a lame ass, Scott," he growled at the man. "Can' get nothin' on y' own, so you gotta trick y' way int' sabotagin' de competition... wid de help o' y' *broder* no less."

Storming over to Remy, Scott grabbed Remy's shirt and pulled him up only to backhand him. "Shut up! You took a scared, impressionable young man and turned him into your personal bitch! Meanwhile, your dear old dad just goes on with his business, not even realizing that his son is ruining his own family. So, I've decided to relieve your father of this dilemma, and quite possibly you....." Heaving with hot temper, Scott fisted his hand into Remy's shirt, wishing it was Remy he had ahold of instead of his clothing.

"Oh, come on, Scott-- you knew your broder was gay, you jus' could' bring y'self t' fuck 'im like y' know he wanted y' to," he spat, even more disoriented from the blows he was receiving, but all he had were his words to throw at Scott.

Scott fumed and couldn't answer, didn't want to answer. Instead, he released Remy and let him fall back into the corner. "At least I'm not someone who has to flaunt his money around just to get a pretty fuck." Turning and glaring at Alex before leaving the room. "Alex.... tie him up good this time..... or I'll do it for you."

Alex rushed to Remy's side to see if he was alright. "Remy....? You okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Go fuck y' broder," he spat.

Feeling like he had been slapped in the face physically, Alex said nothing more only helped Remy up and placed the bodyguards with guns before him. "Shoot him if he moves." Plain and quiet as he turned around to look for something to tie Remy up with, tears hindering on falling from his lashes.

He came back with heavier rope and special gloves as well as a cloth to clean the blood from Remy's lip. Minding his task quietly, he moved to clean Remy's lip but paused as he took in the sight of his former lover. Catching Remy looking at him, he lowered his gaze to Remy's shirt.

Remy's breath deepened as he got a little nervous. Alex had always been beautiful to him and he couldn't help but believe that now... but the knowledge he had tinted everything and he couldn't help trying to tear himself away from his feelings for him.

Finishing with cleaning Remy up..... his left thumb lingered on Remy's soft cheek and he smiled faintly, glad Remy wasn't too beaten up. "I really didn't want this to happen, Remy. I don't think I’ve ever had so much feeling as I felt making love to you." He stated softly. "This was all Scott's idea."

"But you went along wid it, salaude," he whispered sweetly, as if the cuss were an endearment.

"I know." Nodding and closing his eyes at the curse. "But, I thought Scott would stop after he scared you. I didn't think he'd go after your dad. And, I really didn't expect to have you offer yourself in my stead. You said you didn't love me anymore. I thought before we made love in the shower, I could just find what he wanted while you were asleep and that'd be it. He was the one that thought of this."

"You didn' think I loved you....?" he asked, a little hurt.

Alex blinked. "Well, you were always over at that guy- Logan's- house. And then bam, all of a sudden you tell me to leave because it isn't working out! What am I supposed to think?"

"I needed t' do dat f' me, Alex. Didn' mean I didn' love you.... Guess y' get what y' believe." His emotions were so conflicted.

Moving closer and placing a hand on Remy's chest, Alex stared into Remy's beautifully dark eyes. "I do love you, Remy. I wanted us to be together. What's that guy got that I don’t?"

"Logan would never hurt me, Alex. Logan wouldn' *betray me,*" he growled.

Ashamed, Alex backed away and stood up. Sniffling and turning around as he hadn't wanted Remy to see, he came face to face with his brother, leaning against the doorframe, glowering at them.

"Get lost, Alex." His voice was cold but he stared past his brother at the man responsible for making Alex cry.

Remy stared at Scott, challenging him even from where he sat. "Called m' fader yet?" he asked, a note of haughtiness in his voice.

Waiting until Alex left the room; Scott stepped in and shut the door. He grabbed another chair and sat backwards in it, one hand holding onto the back. "Oh yes. Might I add, he's not too pleased that you've run off to your death. Are you really in such a hurry to kill yourself, LeBeau?" A smirk and a cool laugh as he sat a few feet away.

"Nothin' left t' live for," he said mildly, staring at Scott. Remy's memory started to churn as he looked at Scott. He squinted at him. "You..." Was that *right?* Remy was a bit confused. "Did you attend Yale...?" he asked, his voice beginning to be haunted.

A subtle glare shifted onto his face. "Don't pull that memory shit on me. You know damn well where I'm from!" A low growl and clenched teeth behind a closed mouth.

"But I didn'... Why are you doin' dis now if... you had a crush on me...?" he asked. He knew it-- it was him. He had asked him out years and years ago... but Remy had turned him down-- he had been a bit uptight for him then.

"Call it pay back." Scott replied, smugly. The hand that had been holding onto the back of the chair let go and stroked the inside of Remy's right thigh. "A burn for you, as you've burned me."

"Y' had t' get y' broder t' hunt me down an' seduce me because you couldn't?" he spat.

A short laugh. "Oh, Alex did that on his own. He saw a year book of mine and tracked you down. Apparently he must have been on his knees, suckin you off so good that you couldn't tell him no. But, all of this could have been avoided, Remy. All you had to do was just say yes. That was all I was askin'."

"Guess it's too late t' say yes now," he said and glared at Scott. "An' f' de record, I said no 'cause y' were stuck up an' no fun."

"Oh, and my poor little bitch brother is a barrel of laughs?" Laughing outright, Scott straightened and leaned forward. "You don't know what you missed, cunt."

"You a better fuck dan y' broder?" he asked.

"Babe, I could fuck you til you couldn't walk away from my bed." Leaning forward and licking Remy's lips, he smirked and sat back. "But, you had to choose Alex..... Guess you go for the younger ones, huh?"

Remy glared at Scott as his lips were licked... and kicked himself for the shudder it caused to go through him. "I tend t' go f' de younger ones, oui. But generally, I ain' on m' back," he glared at Scott, implying that he wasn't a bottom.

"Hm." Scott snorted. "We could see about that. But, for now...." checking his watch and standing up. "I have business to take care of. So, I'm gonna leave you with Martin, here, and we'll see if you're alive in 45 minutes when I get back." He winked and turned around to nod to the bodyguard who stood like a stone statue throughout the whole conversation.

Scott turned as he reached the door. "Should I send my brother to relieve that tension?" He laughed and turned the corner.

*********

Alex stared through the small square of a window at Remy. He had gotten tired and his head drooped, Alex thought it was from worrying about him all night. As Remy lifted his head back from letting his chin rest on his chest, Alex thought seriously about trying once more for Remy's affections. He could love Remy just as much as that Logan guy could. Opening the door with a sandwich, Remy's favourite, he entered quietly and nodded for the bodyguard to leave them alone. "Remy...?" Kneeling in front of the older man, he spoke in a low tone. "I have a sandwich for you, if you're hungry...?"

Remy looked at Alex, then sighed and nodded. "Kinda sore," he said. He had been sitting on a hard surface, uncomfortable for a long time, tied in place.

Alex looked behind him and then up at the camera that had been pointed right at Remy. He thought for a minute and licked his lips. "If I let you up, will you promise not to try anything?" He blinked up at his lover and could see the visible wear this whole situation had on Remy.

Taking a deep breath, Remy let it out in a huff as he nodded. "Oui," he said. It wasn't like they would let him get very far.

Putting down the plate on the floor, Alex lifted himself up to crawl around and untie Remy's hands, slowly.

Remy adjusted when Alex freed him and looked at the sandwich, then at Alex.

Smiling as he crawled back around to sit in front of Remy, he picked up the plate and offered it to him. "I made it myself. You always liked my cooking, right?" Alex lifted to his knees.

"Oui... when y' did cook," he said and took the sandwich. It was good... and he was hungry.... he just... wanted things to go back to the way they had been before. Part of him really was wishing that he had just given Scott a chance way the hell back when, but it wasn't something he could do now....

Pulling out a small bottle of soda from his pants pocket that had been just loose enough to contain the drink, he opened it and handed it to Remy. "Somethin to wash it down with." He smiled in silent awe of how beautiful Remy had remained through the day.

"Thanks.... Alex," he said and frowned as he accepted the drink, and devoured the sandwich.

As Remy finished the sandwich and took a few sips of the soda, Alex reached up to grab the plate with one hand and placed the other on Remy's thigh. "You're welcome.....Remy."

Remy looked sadly at Alex. He didn't know what to do with the man or how to feel about him.

Catching Remy's eyes and removing the plate from between them, Alex closed the gap and kissed Remy, whispering how he loved him. "Oh Remy, I'm so glad you're here, I'm not so scared now. I don't wanna do this anymore. I don't wanna hurt you." Kissing the soft lips, Alex ran his hands along Remy's taut chest and stomach.

"Alex... it's y' broder dat's been hurtin' me... It's him I gotta deal wid...." he said softly.

"I know Remy but," kissing him again. "I wanna help. I'll make it right, okay? I promise, Remy." Alex closed his eyes and hoped Remy would return the sentiments.

"Would appreciate de help," he said.

Alex heard but continued to kiss the soft skin, his hands moving to the fastenings on Remy's jeans. "I've missed touching you, and the way you feel inside me.... oh god Remy.... you drive me crazy."

Remy's breath picked up and he felt a tingle begin to stir his body at the mention of sex with his ex-lover. Remy had always liked the way Alex felt around his cock. A small moan escaped his throat.

Lifting Remy's shirt and lowering himself to drag his tongue across Remy's stomach, Alex perked at the moan in his ears from his lover. Working the fastening on the jeans and reaching in to remove Remy's rapidly hardening manhood, Alex smiled and began to lick at the forming wetness on the tip. "Oh Remy... I need to feel you inside me."

"Merde," Remy swore but his hips lifted in response. He wanted Alex too, but... he had betrayed him...He felt so good though!

Alex continued to suck lovingly at Remy's erection. His tongue would occasionally run the length with using only the tip and going in a very slow pace to make Remy moan in pleasure. Wrapping an arm around Remy's thin waist and a hand around the base, Alex's pace quickened.

He was soaking Remy's erection with his saliva and hoping his suggestion was working for something more.

"Dieu... Alex... cher," he moaned and his hands tangled in Alex's hair.

Remy was close, so close at release but he wanted something more to come of their play instead of just a blowjob. Alex sucked harder and cup his hand around Remy's tightening balls and squeezed them a little while the other hand moved to unfasten his own jeans.

Breathing in heavily to steady himself, Remy watched in awe as Alex undid his jeans and got out of them. He was beautiful and Remy watched him enraptured, hoping that he was in fact planning what he thought he was planning.

Alex stopped his ministrations to focus on his jeans and placing himself in front of Remy. Kneeling on his hands and knees, Alex looked back at Remy and quirked a smile at him.

Remy rose to his knees and got behind Alexand flung off his shirt. He licked at his hole with his tongue and made him all wet and slick with saliva. He was hard and he wanted to fuck Alex... but that he was a prisoner still only confused him, so he tried to stop thinking about it.

Alex moaned and pressed himself back against Remy's tongue, reaching down to his own erection and start to jerk himself off. "Oh, Remy.... please..... fuck me. God, you tease so good."

Remy let himself think about Alex's body instead as he pressed his tongue into the man's ass. He kissed Alex's cheek before he straightened and placed his leaking cock to his entrance. He looked good and he liked the way Alex just begged for him.

Alex pressed himself back in desperate need to feel Remy inside him. "Yes...Oh please, Remy."

"Alex..." he whispered and his hands gripped his hips as he started thrusting into him. "Cher... y' feel so good..." He always did.

Alex pushed himself up so that his back was against Remy's chest. "Mmmm.... god Remy.... rrrr, harder." He whispered and brought Remy's hand around to help him stroke himself. "Shit, you feel so good."

"Dieu," Remy whispered and bit and sucked at Alex's shoulder. "M so addicted to y'," he moaned.

Reveling in the feel of Remy moving in and out of him, Alex reached his free hand around to draw Remy deeper. "You are totally amazing. I want you to do this to me, forever, Remy." Biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes, Alex began to pant and wanted more of the wonderful sex Remy was so willingly giving him.

Remy purred into Alex's neck and he played with his nipples, letting the sensitive flesh bead before he pinched them hard.

Crying out in pleasure and pain, Alex caressed the backs of Remy's strong hands and moaned softly as his body stretched and moved to lean forward on his elbows as he could feel Remy follow him and lay overtop of him. "Mmm... mmm...mmm...." was all the words he had been reduced to. Surviving a day without Remy was like living a month without water.

"Oui," Remy moaned as he pumped into Alex. His hips made soft slapping sounds as they hit Alex's. Remy continued stroking Alex's cock and started to suck harder at his neck, leaving, he was sure, a mark that was going to be difficult to mistake.

"Oh God, Remy!" Alex cried out as he felt teeth sink into his flesh. His hand covered Remy's and squeezed a bit. "Uh... oh, Remy.... I'm gonna come.... mmmm!" His muscles tightened around Remy, he could feel it. Grinding his hips back, into his wonderful lover, Alex cooed and purred and begged for more as he began to pant and sweat.

"Yesss!" Remy hissed into Alex's shoulder and he started pounding him fast. He erupted into him with the tight clench around him making everything seem impossibly good around his cock. He stroked Alex as he spurted and Remy spurted inside him. He could feel Alex's body tense in rapture and Remy soon followed, his orgasm lasting until Alex's body started to calm down.

Clear fluid darkened the grey cement beneath them and Alex fell forward, supporting both he and Remy on his elbows. "God, you're hot Remy." He panted heavily into the floor. His forehead rest on the cold floor as he breathed in deeply the scent of fantastic sex. A hand reached around to hold Remy inside him another moment before Alex regained his senses. "I love this. I could let you fuck me all night."

"Could fuck y' all night, cher," he purred into his ear.

Pressing himself back, arching upwards, he could feel Remy's arms around him. "Then, please don't stop. Please just..... screw me so hard, Remy. You know how I like it. You know I love it when it's just you." He whispered and entwined his fingers with Remy's.

"Dieu... Alex..." he panted and kissed at his neck. He was going to take a moment to get hard again, but he nipped and bit at Alex's neck. "I'll take y' harder dis time," he said to him, his hands running down his body.

Alex purred his response and rubbed himself against Remy. "Yes."

The sensations at his hands made his cock start to fill with blood again and he purred against Alex.

"Mmm.... Remy.... please...."

"Oui..." he said softly and started moving inside Alex again, slowly at first. "Talk dirty t' me, cher."

"Oh Remy... god, you fuck so pretty.... mmm.... screw me... screw me so hard..... I wanna come all over the floor......" Alex panted, eyes still closed.

"Yes," he encouraged, his body tingling hard again with arousal at the words Alex said that felt like they were made of fire. It was only a moment before he was able to start fucking him hard again, but it would take him a while this time to cum. He wanted Alex coming on him every five mintues though.

"Ahh.... yes.... ohhhhhh Remy....." Alex was leveled by the feeling in his ass.

Gripping Alex's hips again, Remy thought he was going to bruise him as he pounded into the man, his own moans getting louder.

Tears welled in Alex's eyes as he bit his own arm to keep from moaning too loudly at the feeling of Remy moving at a much faster speed than before. He gasped and pressed himself against Remy, cooing and purring against him. "Yea! Just like that..... mmmm..... Fuck me, Remy. Bruise me, pound me, don't ever stop." A smile laced his lips as he closed his eyes and tried to envision himself watching what Remy was doing. He loved watching Remy make love to him, somehow forcing his orgasm to be deeper as his eyes were glued to the Cajun. "Make me come, Remy."

Grasping Alex's cock, Remy stroked him and whispered in his ear. "Y' hot body's gon' make me come, Alex. Every time I fuck y', I can' help it-- y' such a sexpot," he purred. He licked along the shell of his ear and then let his tongue slide into the inner shell of his ear. "Y' mine," he whispered right at the entrance to his ear.

Gasping loudly and smiling as he finally heard what he needed to hear so badly, Alex smiled and purred. "I'll be anything you want me to be, Remy. I love it when you screw me." Opening his eyes and looking down to watch Remy stroke him, Alex was becoming very turned on and was almost to the point of release but, he wanted to hear Remy tell him to come. "Rrrr....! Harder, Remy...Ohhh!"

Remy pounded into him harder and he could see the bruises developing under his fingers. "Fuck, Alex... Squeeze me, cher. Squeeze 'round me-- fuck de air, cher--" he said taking his hand away from Alex. "Come f' me an' I'll fill y' up!" he growled into his ear.

Alex drooled a bit down his chin and did what he was told, tightening around Remy and moving with him, needing release so badly. "Ah, Remy... I can't.... hold it.... Please Remy!" He cried loudly as he slammed his hips back against Remy's. "Deep, deep,... oh god, deep Remy." He purred, letting only small sprits escape his dark red and hardened erection, watching each spray hit the floor.

"Fuck, Alex, come f' me!"

Hearing Remy say those words had always made Alex go over the edge. Gratefully, he came in long, hot spurts that looked like clear and white ribbons as they sprayed the floor. "Come Remy. Come inside me, please. Give it all to me. I want it."

Remy panted hard as he found his orgasm and ran toward it, rushing to fill Alex's tight body with come. He wanted him dripping out the ass. He screamed Alex's name and groaned, hugging Alex's body to his own tightly.

Not being able to hold himself- let alone a tired Remy- he collapsed and moaned as Remy had filled that spot inside him with completeness. Panting hard and smiling as if he had been fucked for the first time, Alex lay flat on his stomach, smearing the bits of puddles into his shirt. "Remy, you can do that forever."

"Need more food f' dat," he smirked, but hugged Alex, holding his own weight above him. Remy sighed into Alex's hair and nuzzled his neck. He smelled good.

Inhaling deeply and moving closer to Remy, Alex was in Heaven again. It had taken him awhile to hear Remy say his favourite phrase- that Remy claimed him, and he loved it. "Mm, Remy..." He whispered.

Leaning on one elbow, Remy petted Alex's shoulder with his other hand and caressed down his side. He had been so worried about Alex and even though he felt betrayed by him... he was relieved that he was safe.

Alex cringed as the light touch tickled. "You still mad at me?" Turning to look at the other man, Alex's eyes questioned Remy's answer.

"Little bit," he said softly. "Y' broder didn' ask y' t' get involved wid me...?" he asked, hoping for an answer that spoke to the purity of Alex's feelings.

"Of course not. I'm not the brightest of Summers but, I'm not cruel." Alex was a bit shocked to have had the question asked.

"Den y' can tell me 'bout why y' did it later," he said. He didn't really want to ruin the moment with long explanations that would have one or more of them angry at the other.

Alex turned away and stared at the floor. "Scott just wanted the company, or so he told me. So, I was looking in your car for that big deal with Janks Electronics..... the one that you were so mad about until you won the deal..... to kind of submarine your dad's company from inside. I swear Remy, When I found out he hated you, I didn't want to play anymore." He had hoped that by being honest about the original idea wouldn't be so bad as explaining that Scott threatened him, too.

"It's okay, Alex... really. We can talk 'bout it later, d'accord?" he said and kissed his cheek from behind.

Alex smiled as Remy kissed his cheek. He was about to roll over and kiss Remy back when the door opened and in stepped Scott with a twisted grin.

Remy cringed and looked away, swallowing hard when Scott walked in... and saw him on top of his brother. "Merde," he swore under his breath. He didn't like that grin on his face either. "Sorry, Alex," he said softly as he removed himself from Alex's body as gently as he could. He would let Alex go so they could try and get decent again.

"What is he doing out of his chair, Alex?" Scott barked, scolding his brother. "Didn't I tell you, you are not supposed to be playing house with this princess. He's a hostage, not your boyfriend!" Scott came in and yanked Alex up off of the floor, telling him to get dressed and leave with Remy's clothes.

Alex cried out in pain as Scott's hold on his arm was bruisingly rough. He did as he was told but gave Remy a sympathetic look as he exited the room.

Remy glared at Scott when the orders came out of his mouth. Leave with his clothes?! Part of him wanted to take Alex and run, but he wasn't sure he could really do that without making things worse. Rising, Remy looked evenly at Scott even though he was the one that was vulnerable and naked. He nodded the okay to Alex before he left.

"Was it good, princess?" Scott smirked at the word he chose to refer to Remy by. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear, you aren't here to fuck my little brother for your own personal porno." Pointing to the camera behind Remy and growling, Scott took a step towards Remy.

Remy grimaced slightly at the camera he hadn't known was there and he looked away from Scott. "Y' de one who wanted him t' have dis relationship wid me," he growled, knowing that it wasn't true-- but Scott didn't know that Remy knew.

Fuming, Scott couldn't answer. "Do you enjoy fuckin him, LeBeau?" Standing pretty much two feet away from Remy, his smile was tinted with cruelty as he reached out and lightly stroked Remy's chest.

"He was my lover f' a year, Scott. You figure it out."

"But, you were always in control." Taking one step closer to him, Scott's hand slipped down to Remy's slickened manhood and held just tight enough to make Remy flinch.

Looking away from Scott, Remy's breath became shallow. His teeth ground. "Haven' really known any oder way," he said tightly.

Eyes laughing behind his shades, Scott sang his answer. "I could teach you. All you'd have to do is adore me, and I will be your slave. When your dad signs over the company to me, we could rule the marketing world together. All you have to do is warm my bed." A devilish grin pressed Remy to say yes as he squeezed a bit tighter on the sensitive appendage.

"What if y' let m' father keep his company... an' I come home wid you instead o' you havin' t' let me go...?" he asked, feeling a little sick to his stomach. He would go with him... if it meant saving his father grief.

"No. Then, I wouldn't be able to see your family suffer as mine did..... for 14 years in a row. Every year, we'd reel in a new client, and outta the blue- Jean-Luc would sweep them off their feet and away from us. Tell me, Remy-" Closing the gap between them, Scott pulled Remy's hips to his with a firm tug, he asked. "Is that fair?"

"It's business, Scott," Remy said, a bit patronizingly, but tried to be gentle about it. "M' fader worked hard an' he ended up ignorin' me an' my broder f' a long time, so we've all suffered. He was jus' tryin' t' do de best he could f' his family... jus' like yours was. It ain' fair... but it's life. Y' can' expect me t' lay an' watch y' hurt m' family while adorin' y' at de same time," he said, hoping that the expectations sounded as unreasonable to Scott as they did to him.

"Eh, so much for hoping you'd come quietly." Taking a quick breath, Scott leaned in and captured Remy's mouth, not caring if he was bruising the other man or not. Prying Remy's mouth open and forcing in his tongue, Scott pressed Remy against the wall and held Remy's hands above his head with one hand while working the fastenings on his jeans.

Remy wanted to talk, but Scott's tongue in his mouth made that rather difficult of a prospect. The man was artful in his kiss though-- it wasn't slobbery even though it held a desperation of a sort. Remy moaned in protest and struggled because he wanted to talk to the man about this. Why couldn't he see reason?

Scott smirked and stopped what he was doing to focus on stroking Remy's manhood. Pulling away from the man's lips, he whispered. "I've never had a prettier trophy than a hot piece of Cajun ass."

"Scott, please..." he asked, trying to look beyond the visor to the man's eyes, but it was impossible. "I'll stay wid y' if y' jus' leave m' fader outta dis. It'll be grief enough dat he thinks his son dead... please....?" Remy kissed his captor voluntarily, sensually.

Scott held the kiss a moment longer before asking in a smug tone, "And I have your unrelenting word on that? Why should I believe you now, only to have you possibly run out later? How do I make sure this is....." Looking Remy up and down, he licked his lips. "Kosher?"

"I try t' run out on y'... y' jus' ransom me again. De longer y' keep me, de more willin' m' fader will be t' part wid his company. A year later, if he figured I'm dead, but y' show up wid proof I'm alive; he'd sign it over lickety-split. I don' wan' dat... so I'll stay," he said sincerely.

Smirking, Scott ran over the possibilities in his head of how well the idea could work. "You'd give your body to me? Every night, if I asked...?"

Remy swallowed and a small whimper escaped him. "Oui..." he whispered, fearing how he might be treated, but it was better than the alternative.

Releasing Remy's hands, Scott let his roam Remy's thin waist as he moved in for another kiss. "You see, if you had just said yes from the beginning, we probably wouldn't have to do it the rough way."

"I'm sorry," he said softly, cringing. He hadn't meant to hurt Scott all those years ago. He had a feeling that he was going to be paying for that for some time. He breathed in shakily.

Scott ended the kiss and whispered into Remy's ear. "Then get on your knees and show me how good you can swallow, and I might consider your apology." He smiled as Remy sank to his knees without protest. Offering himself to Remy, with hips pressing toward him, Scott guided his shaft to Remy’s lips, but gave him the choice on whether or not to suck him in.

Swallowing with a sad face, Remy closed his eyes and opened his mouth to gently wrap around the shaft of his captor. Scott made appreciative noises above him and his hips thrust gently into Remy’s mouth, just keeping his penetration shallow enough that he didn’t cause the young man to gag. “Harder,” he commanded and Remy firmed the seal around his lips and drew back along the shaft and then back down. Scott came within minutes and panted his orgasm down Remy's velvety throat. Remy swallowed soundlessly and then drew his head away from Scott’s hips with a look of disgust. As he turned around, he caught Alex peering in through the window and smiled even wider as he opened the door.

"W-what did you do? You didn't hurt him, did you? Remy?!" Alex cried as Scott forced him back down the hall.

Remy frowned and looked at the floor. He stayed where he was. He didn't know how he was going to tell Alex what happened.

Alex tried to go back but Scott held his arm tightly and told him to keep walking. "Let go! I'm going to give him his clothes back and then we're leaving, together. I'm not going to put him through this, Scott." He growled in protest of being forced away from his lover.

Scott's tone was hard and quickened the pace. "He's not your Remy anymore."

"Alex, stop!" Remy shouted. "Jus'... go."

Hearing Remy's voice telling him to move on was a blow Alex was not ready to handle. Tears surfaced but didn't fall as he was shoved into a corner office and left to wonder what happened between Remy and Scott.

Remy's fists clenched at his sides and he stared at Scott. "What are you gon' tell 'im?" Remy asked. He probably wouldn't be allowed to even talk to Alex any more.

"Absolutely nothing. I'm going to let him wonder what happened to you until it kills him. You're my property now, get used to it." Scott didn't even turn around to know Remy was boiling with anger, and he smiled.

"Can I have my clothes?" he asked, trying to keep his teeth from grinding.

Glancing over his shoulder, Scott frowned. "Honestly, I like you better without them but," Reaching to a small cart beside the door, Scott picked up the pile and tossed it at Remy. "Quit whining."

Remy pursed his lips, wondering what he got himself into and pulled his clothes on to preserve some of his dignity. He stared at Scott, trying to figure out what came next.

"By the way ... your dad now has one day left." Grinning and watching Remy dress, Scott waited until the show was over before he waved goodbye and left the room, locking the door behind him.

"Scott!!" Remy shouted and rushed at the door. He was going back on his word?

Scott's laughter echoed throughout the long hallway as he headed for where Alex had been placed to "cheer him up." He had such plans for Remy and couldn't wait to act upon them while holding the deed to LeBeau Industries.

**********

Jean-Luc had waited all evening, getting as much as he could done from Remy's home as he waited for him. He wasn't home by seven though, so Jean-Luc started to get worried. Remy's car wasn't back, but he thought Logan might have an idea about what was going on. He knew his son spent some time over at Logan's house and that they were friends. Stepping out of the house, Jean-Luc left the door unlocked and went over to Logan's place and knocked on his door. He could see the man was home by his car in the driveway.

Logan had been sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper from the morning, when he stood up and went to see who was at the door. Calling upstairs for the kids to get their pajamas on, he turned the knob and came face to face with Jean-Luc. "Uh... Mister LeBeau...? Is Remy all right?" He asked confused.

"He's missin'," he said to clarify. "He left early dis mornin' an' he ain' come home yet. Said he went out to *investigate* what went on with dat tripe piece boyhood he got mixed up wid."

Logan's brow furrowed as he offered the man inside. "He was over here this mornin. I thought he went back over to talk to you.....? He's not there?"

"Non, he’s not dere. My son' didn' say two words t' me when he came back home; jus' rushed in an' right back out again," he grumbled. His boy was always pig-headed.

Logan shook his head. "Kids. Can I get ya anythin'? Coffee? Beer?"

"Would it be too much to ask... f' you t' help me look for 'im?" Jean-Luc asked, the true worry he felt leaking through his brick walled exterior.

Checking his watch, Logan glanced upstairs as Stephanie had come to stand on the top step. "I s'pose I could help. Just let me ask the neighbour to watch the kids." Looking back to Jean-Luc, he hoped he wouldn't be in the position that Remy's father was in but at the same time, he was more than willing to do anything for him.

"Thank you," he said gratefully and waited, his pacing the only sign of his fretting.

As Logan arranged for the lady next door to watch the kids, he tucked them in and told them where he was going. As he kissed Stephanie's forehead, she mentioned that Remy was all right but couldn't place where he was. "It's okay, baby. We'll find him." Shutting off the light and closing the door, he kept in mind what she said and repeated it to Jean-Luc as he reached the bottom step.

Jean-Luc looked up the steps toward the place Logan had just come down from. "How can she know?" he asked perplexed.

"My wife was...... gifted." Logan admitted quietly.

"I see," he said nodding. "Remy is too," he said, sympathizing... and assuring. He knew what a chore it was to raise Remy with his mother gone when his powers were just blossoming and he didn't know what to make of them yet. He also knew that there were many who would rebuke their kind.

"Steph has this gift- her mother had it to- that she can see into other people's minds and know what they were thinking and such. It didn't start until my wife passed away." Logan opened the door and turned the porch light on before letting Jean-Luc walk out before him.

"Remy's started soon after his mother died as well. It was all very hard on him," he recalled. "It didn't help with me ignorin' de boys-- throwin' m'self int' m' work... Maybe dat's why I can' keep any sorta hold on him now..." he mused, but walked toward his car. "Shall we start at de office-- see if anyone saw him?"

"Sure." Logan nodded and followed him to the black BMW.

Unlocking the car, Jean-Luc got in the driver's seat and drove away as soon as they were buckled in. He was anxious to find any clues he could as to what happened to his son.

"I'll check my cameras and ask Tom, maybe he saw something." Admitting out loud and hoping someone saw the young Cajun, unless he knew how to avoid the cameras. Logan stared out the window most of the way there.

"Dat's de first place we should check," he agreed and parked in his spot.

Pulling up to the building, they parked the car before getting out and headed for the front door. Retrieving the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the door and waved to the guard behind the secretary's desk. "Just checkin the cameras Mike." He called as they headed for the camera room.

Jean-Luc stalked with a purpose to the security room with Logan beside him. His heart started pumping at the thought of what they might find... and his greatest fear was that they would find nothing....

Once inside, he let the guard, Tom, know what was going on and asked to see the front door tape from this morning. As Tom moved, Logan sat down and started rewinding the tape before watching each face that entered or left the building. "There he is comin in." Logan pointed out the young man in the business suit and auburn ponytail.

"Dis is right after he lef' dis mornin'," Jean-Luc commented, watching carefully over Logan's shoulder. "Where's he headin'?"

Logan grabbed another tape- elevator tape- and cued it up on another monitor. "Looks like his office."

"Should we check dere?" He asked. "Maybe he lef' somethin' on his computer?"

"Yea." Logan grabbed another set of keys from a key ring and headed to the elevators, flipping through the keys to find Remy's.

Jean-Luc was anxious to see what his son had been doing. They headed up and into Remy's office-- Logan opening it up for him and looked around seeing his computer monitor on and several papers on his desk. Frowning, Jean-Luc went to the papers and looked at them seeing a letter that was addressed to him. "Oh dieu... bon dieu, non," he whispered as he read.

"What's the matter?" Logan came to stand behind Jean-Luc, from looking on another desk, adjacent to his business desk, full of papers.

"It says...." Jean-Luc handed the note over to Logan, unable to read the letter out loud.

"Poppa, I don' think I can tell ya how angry I am at what y' doin'. Guess I'm jus' gon' have t' show y'. Everythin's in order-- finally wrote out m' will like y' been buggin' f' years. I got in touch wid de people who have Alex. I'm tradin' him f' me. Your choice, poppa. You can have me back, or you can have de close t' half million I'm wort' given assets an' life insurance. I don' care any more... y' selfish bastard. I love you, poppa...... goodbye." The letter was hand written and underneath was the typed will.

Logan read over the note scrawled across the top of the document but only glanced through the will. "Hm. Sounds like a suicide mission. These people could be more dangerous than he'd expect." Rereading the note but talking to Jean-Luc, he only glanced up when he heard Jean-Luc's breath catch.

"M' poor foolish boy..." Jean-Luc found his eyes stinging, but he kept himself together. He couldn't help but feel the tremble though as he thought about what it would be like if that was the last thing his son ever said to him... if that was the last he saw him.

Logan empathized with the man on losing a stubbourn son but couldn't bring himself to say anything as he couldn't think of the right words.

A moment of silence passed in the room before the intercom from Remy's phone buzzed in. "Logan..."

"Yea? What d' ya got?"

"I see the kid leavin' the buildin' and waitin' outside.... About ten minutes later, a limo pulled up and he got in." Tom's deep voice rang through the room as he was close to the speaker.

"A limo?" Jean-Luc asked. "Any license plate number visible in de camera?"

"No sir. He seemed to know them as he went willingly." The voice replied.

"We know de situation regardin' his departure," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "You sure you can' get me a computer enhanced view o' dat car's license plate?" *If you tell me no, you gon' be fired, y' sonofa...* Jean-Luc grumbled to himself.

"No sir. The plate must be in the front; no plate on the back of the car." Tom replayed the tape and slowed it down to a dull motion, getting very close to the screen to see if he could see the white of the plate.

"Keep workin' on it," he growled, displeased.

Tom sighed, frustrated. "Yes sir." There was only so much he could do with the equipment they had, and so far no plate was visible.

Jean-Luc turned to Logan. "Logan... tomorrow night, will y' come wid me t' meet dese bastards an' get my son back?" he asked. He would have to get his paperwork in order and pull as many strings as he could, but he was going to get his son back.

Getting as much information on the car as they could and having it not amount to much, they left the building and headed back to the car, checking the garage first. Logan scanned the parking garage for Remy's car. "The kid's car." He pointed to the white Corvette along the wall of the garage.

Jean-Luc took his extra key to Remy's car and opened the vehicle looking for anything else he might have left that might give them a clue as to where he was headed. He didn't know what he was going to find, but it didn't hurt to look and he was desperate. He was lucky he searched because tossed casually on the passenger's seat was the phone that belonged to Alex that the kidnappers had used to communicate with them. Grabbing it, he searched the rest of the car, but found nothing useful.

"Anythin?" Logan asked as stood a few feet away from the car, smoking a cigar. The tension was driving him mad and he needed a release.

"Dis," Jean-Luc handed the cell phone over to Logan and then leaned out of the car, finished with his search. "It's de phone dey called us on de first time. Happened when I tried to call de police from my cell phone. My guess is dat dey be watchin' all our calls. We wanna get in touch wid dem, we should go t' my office an' try de police," he said and started heading back inside.

"Right." Sighing, Logan followed him inside and up to Jean-Luc's office via the personal lift.

Inside the office, Jean-Luc took out his own cell phone and handed it to Logan. "Would you call de police wid dis?" he asked.

Logan took the phone and started dialing but just as soon as it started ringing, Alex's phone started to ring. Closing the phone Jean-Luc had handed him, Logan stared at Alex's phone as it continued.

Opening the phone, Jean-Luc answered it and growled into it, "What have you done with my son?"

"Touchy touchy, Mister LeBeau. This is the thanks I get for keeping your son alive? I could have tossed his cold body into a canal but, I've decided to keep him alive for the time being. He is in perfect health and doing well.... although, he looks a bit tired and quite needing his daddy to come bail him out. You have until tomorrow at 5 to hand over the company and 50,000$. Should I really say again, no police." The grungy voice laughed at him and listened to the growl from Jean-Luc.

"Where?" was all he growled out.

"Sundance Auditorium. Remember to wear something nice for the picture."

"*Where* in de auditorium?" he growled more insistently. "Or am I t' be *contacted* again?"

"Around back..... I'm people shy."

"Papers have to be made out, or dey ain' legally bindin'. Who do I make dem to?" He prayed he would catch the sonofabitch that way, but figured he had a plan for that.

"I'll tell you my name tomorrow. No sense in spoiling the suspense now, is there?" The voice laughed and hung up as if they were on a timer.

Jean-Luc grumbled and closed the phone. He was going to have to start pulling some heavy strings and he was going to lose a lot... but it would be worth it to get his son back.

***********

Jean-Luc was clenching the brief case he held with white knuckles, he had a feeling he knew who it was that was blackmailing him. Inside was $50,000 in unmarked bills and the paperwork that would hand over his company to that competitor brat of a boy who ran his poor father's company now. Summers Inc. was in shambles because of the way it had been run and the boy thought he could reclaim some glory of the market by digging his fingers into an already successful company. Jean-Luc was pissed and couldn't stop thinking about how badly he was going to get the boy on every count of every disturbance of law his lawyers could come up with.

Logan had followed the limo in his white Envoy, with his two kids in tow. Stephanie sat in the back with her project beside her, and Matt sat in the front looking out the window. His mind churned over Remy's hasty actions and Alex's actions along with Jean-Luc's. He hadn't noticed that Matthew had said anything until he heard his name called again.

"Dad!" Matthew spoke up.

"Huh?" Logan turned his head to look from the road to his son.

Matt sat up as straight as he could in the seat and asked where Remy was.

Logan glanced back to the road and took a deep breath. "Some people that don't like his dad have him. So far, they haven't hurt him. We'll get him back, kiddo." Mussing Matt's hair, he smiled over his shoulder at Stephanie who looked a bit worried.

"You like him a lot, huh?" Matt asked.

Logan nodded. "Yea, he's a good kid.... just a bit too jumpy."

Matthew nodded and stared at the limo's emblem. "I think you'd screw him."

An eyebrow quirked and Logan's head turned immediately to his ten year old son. "You think so, huh....?"

"Yea."

"Right....." Logan nodded and went back to watching the road. "Watch yer language."

*************

Jean-Luc got out of the limo and went back to Logan's car and waited for Logan to roll down his window. "His instructions were dat I go alone," he said to Logan. "You an' de kids should go set up wid de rest of the fair... I'll call y' if anythin' happens," he said. He had given Logan his cell phone and he retained Alex's so they could get in touch with each other.

"Right." Logan nodded and rolled the window back up before unloading the kids and the project.

Stephanie who had been eerily quiet held Logan's hand and squeezed it before grabbing her project. "Daddy, something bad is gonna happen."

Logan patted her shoulder and reassured her that it would be all right.

Jean-Luc went to confront the pip-squeak who held Remy and get his son back, determination written all over his features.

A sleek black limo pulled up just shortly after Jean-Luc arrived at the meeting spot, and stopped a good distance away from him. Scott stepped out and casually strolled over to him, a smirk on his face. "Evening. I trust you have the money....?"

"Every cent," he said holding up the briefcase. The money was at least worth his son's life, he would grant that. Of course, with how he was going to sue the life out of this boy, he would recoup with profit.

"Good. The deeds, as well?" Shoving his hands into his trouser pockets, Scott watched the man with guarded eyes behind the ruby shades.

"All here," he said, wishing the boy would take the smug look off his face.

Holding out his hand to retrieve the case, Scott waited patiently. "I'll take that, then."

Jean-Luc wasn't about to extend his hand. "My *son,*" he growled. "Release him to me now."

"Certainly." Holding his hand out to the side and snapping his fingers, the car door opened again and a young man stepped out. "Unharmed, for the most part." He smiled but didn't turn around to see Remy walking towards them, slowly.

Remy stopped once he was parallel with Scott and he looked up at his father. Jean-Luc looked concerned at the way Remy looked worn and upset-- not happy to be getting out of there, but he would address all of that later. "We exchange at de same time. Remy walks over an' I hand you de case," he said dictating the terms.

Shrugging, Scott agreed. "Okay."

Remy stepped toward his father and was shaking a bit, just waiting for Scott to pull something and Remy saw his father reach out to hand the case to Scott. Remy hugged his father as soon as the case was in Scott's hand.

"Aw, how touching......" Scott feigned and reached a hand to his shades. "Goodbye Mister and Miss LeBeau." He was ready to aim his beam at Remy's back, knowing the laser would go right through both of them, when he heard Alex run up behind him.

"NO!" Alex screamed as he ran from the door of the car to knock Scott off his feet.

"Alex!" Remy shouted concerned and watched Scott go down.

He rushed to Alex and grabbed for his hand to drag him away from Scott.

Hands from behind grabbed Remy and tossed him out of the way of danger as claws surfaced from big, strong hands. Logan hadn't liked the way the situation was laid out, and had kept an eye on them from around the corner. Growling loudly and moving towards Scott, still on the ground, he was caught off guard and blasted back by the beam the young man controlled.

"Remy. Are you okay?" Alex hugged him and checked the Cajun over for any damage.

"Fine," he said but was more concerned with Scott and went to grasp something he could throw at Scott. It ended up being dirt from the ground, but that wasn't important. It was enough to cause damage to their assailant.

Dust had flown into Logan's eyes but Scott got the majority of the dirt. As he raised a fist of metal claws over Scott, a voice called to him and grabbed his arm from behind. In his anger flared state, Logan was unable to determine friend or foe and swung around to plant his claws to the knuckles into the stomach of Remy's boyfriend, Alex, as the young man tried to stop him from killing his brother.

As the claws were removed, Alex staggered back with a look of utter shock on his face. "Ow." Was all his voice would let him say.

"Alex!!!" Remy cried and was at Alex's side in an instant, cradling him in his arms.

Blood had already soaked his peach T-shirt as he sank to the ground, head back and staring upwards at the blue sky. "Remy..?" A whisper that hadn't sounded like his voice seemed to echo in his own ears as his tears slipped down his temples. He searched for the young man who held him and shivered. "It's cold."

Logan slid his claws in slowly as he watched the two on the ground. "I-I'm sorry, kid." Hanging his head, a deep sigh escaped him.

"Non... Alex...." Remy whimpered and held him tight, trying to give him all his warmth... but there was nothing he could do as he watched the life fade from the eyes he had loved.

"Sorry I hurt you-..." His voice trailed off and his head fell back lifeless, eyes glazing over. He had wanted to tell Remy he loved him but his time ran short and he slipped away quietly.

"No!!" Remy cried and tears fell onto Alex's blank face.

Scott sat there, feet from them, and stared at his brother's blood, horrified. "He's dead?"

Claws unsheathed as Logan turned back around to glare at Summers. "You wanna join him?"

From the way Alex started to grow cold in his embrace much faster than he would have thought, he was certain that he was in fact dead. He nodded to Scott's question and clutched his body closer.

Remy glared at Logan, but remained silent.

Sirens wailed from the street and grew louder as they surrounded the back of the building. Police and an ambulance were called to the scene as Stephanie stood with her back to the setting sun, at the edge of the building.

Remy was crying as quietly as he could over Alex's body. Thoughts of him passed like lightening through his mind and he shook heavily watching how different his features were in death. Jean-Luc tried to go to Remy and place a hand on his shoulder, but Remy shrugged away from his father's touch and he cradled Alex more securely.

Feeling helpless, Jean-Luc sat on the ground beside Remy and gripped his shoulders to help steady him.

"Sir?" A short female paramedic squatted down and gently tried to ease Remy away from Alex. "Sir, you have to let go now. We'll take care of him but, we need you to let go, okay?" Placing a hand on Remy's shoulder and the other on Alex's right arm, she kept her voice soft and gentle. "It's okay. Please, you need to let go, now."

"Please... I can'..." he cried and shook as his muscles refused to let go of Alex. "I can' let 'im go...."

Logan knelt beside Remy and placed his hands on his shoulders. "He's gone, Remy. Let the boy go. C'mon,..... let go. They'll take care of him, I promise. Let's get ya home, okay?"

Anger and frustration welled up in Remy as he felt so incredibly powerless, but he let go of Alex with one hand and gripped Logan with it instead. His grip wasn't the type that was seeking comfort-- he was enraged. "Take care of him?! How can dey?! He's gone an' it's my fault!!" He needed to hold Alex... to explain that he was sorry... that he loved him....he couldn't do that once they took him away.

Logan shook his head. "No, it was my fault. I should have stopped before he got close. But, he knows how you feel about him. He knows. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and into a comfy bed for some rest." Glancing up at Jean-Luc, he nodded and helped Remy to his feet.

Remy couldn't seem to stop the tears and he looked for Scott so he could glare at him. He was so angry he could hardly contain himself and he was mad at everyone... especially himself. He was mad at his father for not responding in the first place, he was mad at himself for falling into such a trap, he was mad at Logan for thinking like his father and not being supportive, and for his flying claws and his rage-- he was mad at Scott for the coward he was and for the evil things he was doing, and he was mad at Alex... for betraying him... and for leaving him.

Two officers cuffed and hauled a stunned Scott away reading him his rights before helping him into the backseat of the cruiser next to the ambulance Alex's body was being loaded onto. From the rearview mirror, he watched as Logan comforted Remy as best he could before they stopped to talk to a detective. As the car pulled away, a pang of guilt and an icy chill ran down his back as he realized that his brother was dead.

The End.