Haunting Me

Logan was padding along the hallway on his way back to his room when he noticed that the TV was on in the rec room. Normally, that wouldn’t have been unusual in the slightest, but it was going on to 3 a.m. and all of the mansion’s other residents were in bed, or should be, anyway.

Sticking his head in the doorway, he noticed three things immediately: first, the room positively reeked of Jack Daniels, second, he recognized the bare feet hanging over the end of the couch (strange as that sounded), and third, it was strange for the Cajun to be home this time of night, let alone home alone, rather than “entertaining company” as Charles so euphemistically put it.

Realizing that he wasn’t in the mood for drinking alone, he sauntered in, hoping that Remy wouldn’t mind the company. The kid didn’t usually, craved it actually, but Loknewknew very well that sometimes you just needed to be left alone.

Rounding the couch, he snorted at the picture that met him; Remy was lying with his feet dangling over the arm of the couch, one armown own over his eyes, the other balancing the bottle of Jack Daniels Logan had smelled earlier on his stomach, wearing a ratty old pair of jeans and an equally ratty t-shirt proudly declaring “This shirt was stolen from Bourbon Street Whore House.” He couldn’t help laughing, no one could look debauched and unsavory the way Remy could.

“Hey, Gumbo,” he said, giving Remy a swat on the leg, trying to get him to move so he could join him on the couch.

“’Ey, Logan. What’re you doin’ up dis tim de de night?” Remy replied, without budging.

“Gettin’ a beer. I’d offer you one, but it looks like it’s ‘Bring Your Own’ night tonight.” Not to be deterred by the kid’s lack of cooperation, Logan lifted both thin ankles in one hand, sat down on the couch and let the Cajun’s feet drop down again. He knew Remy would just put them back up there anyway, even if it did mean sitting with his legs across Logan’s lap. “What’re you doin’ in here? I would have figured you’d be in bed by now,” leaving out the implied “with someone.”

“ ain ain’t been sleepin’ too good lately,” Remy replied, moving his arm and opening his eyes enough to focus blearily on Logan. “No point in goin’ to bed, really.”

In the flickering light of the television, the dark circles under Remy’s eyes looked harsh and way too pronounced. In a way, it didn’t surprise Logan, he knew how nightmares could make it impossible to get a minute’s peaceful sleep and, to judge by the b hag haggard appearance, the kid had been having a lot of them lately.

Logan had tried talking to the boy about it before, but Remy had avoided the question, looking none-too-pleased with the idea of explaining them to someone, even if that someone could empathize. So all Logan knew about the situation was that the kid had them almost every night sometimes and that he’d wake up screaming more nights than not.

“How long’s it been since you actually got a full night’s sleep, kid?” Logan asked, concerned by Remy’s condition. He hadn’t seen the kid looking this worn out in months…

“Few days…a week…haven’t been keepin’ track,” Remy replied, lifting his head enough to take a gulp from the bottle of whiskey.

“Ya look like shit, Rem. No offense.”

Remy waved a hand dismissively. “None taken. I agree wit’ you, actually. Lack of sleep don’ agree wit’ me.”

“C’mon, kiddo, why don’t ya head on up to bed? Ya look like death warmed over.”

“Won me me any good. Stormy’s out of town, so I’ll have to sleep alone and I’ll just have nightmares anyway. Might as well watch some quality entertainment,” he answered, waving the bottle gracelessly in the direction of the TV where an infomercial for some sort of space age cookwear was currently playing.

“I don’t think so. C’mon, kid, bedtime,” Logan said, pulling the bottle out of Remy’s hand in spite of his protests. “Or am I gonna hafta carry ya up there?”

“Looks dat way, don’ it?” Remy answered petulantly, refusing to budge from his spot on the sofa.

“Fine, be that way, brat.” Reaching down and grabbing hold of one wrist, he hauled the unresisting boy into a sitting position before unceremoniously throwing him over one shoulder and setting off, leaving the TV on and his beer on the coffee table.

In spite of the fact that Remy wasn’t happy about being treated like a child, he didn’t struggle, instead resigning himself to spending the night sitting in his room mentally listing the things he’d rather be doing, like getting a good night’s sleep for a change, to start with.

Reaching the Cajun’s room, Logan shouldered open the door and stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him as quietly as possible. Depositing Remy at the foot of the bed, he pulled back the blankets and motioned for the boy to hop in.

Resigned to his fate, Remy climbed in, allowing Logan to tuck him in. Muttering to himself, he squirmed, trying to find a warm spot. He was used to sleeping with someone else and loathed having the bed to himself.

Deciding he didn’t really have anything to lose, he squinted up at Logan and asked softly, “Stay wit’ me t’night, Wolvie? Y’ know I hate sleepin’ alone…” expecting a quick rejection and hoping that Logan didn’t get angry with him for asking. He just had to ask, just in case the answer was “yes.”

Logan stopped to consider how to answer Remy’s question. Surprisingly, most of him wanted to agree to the kid’s proposal. He wasn’t an unkind man, in spite of what most people assumed, and he was honestly worried about the boy…not to mention the fact that he could think of plenty of other things they could do in that big, inviting bed if he accepted the offer. But then there was the part of him that was worried about how well he’d be able to control himself in that close of quarters with someone he felt so strongly about. Then there was the fact that Remy got attached to people so easily and the last thing Remy needed right then was to get attached to him the way he had to ‘Ro…he wasn’t the type of person the boy should be dependent on…

“Never mind, homme, bad idea. I can handle one night by myself…I’m a big boy.” Remy’s voice startled Logan out of his musings and he couldn’t help but notice the pain under the deceptively nonchalant tone.

“Naw, kid, it’s alright. I could use some company, too. Might do us both some good,” he said with as much confidence as he could muster. He knew Remy would feel his indecision if he wasn’t careful and he didn’t want to upset the boy any more tonight.

Remy eyed him suspiciously for a moment before giving up and letting the sunny smile Logan hadn’t seen in ages light up his face. “’Kay. Merci, cher.”

“No problem, kid,” Logan answered, reaching out and ruffling Remy’s bangs affectionately. It was amazing how easy it was to fall into the habit of loving the kid. There was just something about him that Logan powepowerless against.

Smiling brightly, Remy threw back the covers and patted the bed. “Plenty of room t’ spare.”

Grinning in answer, Logan stripped off his t-shirt and, kicking off his boots, hopped into bed. Looking up, he noticed Remy was watching him carefully again. Noticing the Cajun’s uneasiness, Logan opened his arms and softly growled, “C’mere, Cajun.”

Remy didn’t need to be told twice and happily snuggled into Logan’s arms, sighing contentedly as he settled his head against the bigger man’s brawny chest.

~~~~~~~

“Non, don’!”

Logan was woken by Remy kicking him in the ribs before scrambling out of bed to huddle in the corner of the room, whimpering and terrified. Glancing at the clock, Logan noted that it had only been a couple of hours since the kid had fallen asleep.

Easing out of bed, careful not to make any sudden movements, he approached the trembling form in the corner. Remy was curled up in a tight ball, sobbing at the top of his lungs. Logan had never seen the kid so scared before and it was both frightening and heartbreaking to see such a change wrought in the boy.

Carefully reaching out and touching the terrified boy on the shoulder, Logan cursed himself as Remy flinched and tried to back further into the corner. “Kid…Remy…it’s just me, it’s alright. C’mon out of there.”

Slowly, recognition began to show in Remy’s eyes and his breathing slowed as he became aware of his surroundings. “C’mere?” Logan asked, not wanting to touch the boy without permission. The kid still wasn’t entirely with it and Logan didn’t want him freaking out again.

Remy threw himself gratefully into Logan’s arms, clinging and sobbing as Logan rubbed his trembling back. Letting the boy cry himself out rather than try to shush him, Logan held him until his sobs had died down to drowsy sniffles before speaking. “Ya okay now, Rem?”

Nodding uncertainly, Remy sighed and let himself relax into Logan’s strong arms. “Je suis désolé, Logan…didn’ hurt ya, did I?”

“Naw, I’m alright, kid, but ya got one hell of a kick, ya know?” he laughed, trying to show that he wasn’t angry with the boy.

Remy chuckled softly, relaxing at the wash of affection and good humor he was picking up from Logan. “Sorry, homme. Stormy just kicks me out in de cold if I do dat,” he said with a laugh.

“It’s the middle of summer, Rem, it’s not exactly cold around here,” Logan replied with a snort.

“Pfft, y’all are crazy, y’ don’ know what summer’s s’posed t’ feel like. Damn Northerners, y’all’re touched in de head,” Remy laughed, snuggling happily into Logan’s embrace, letting the fear and tension slip away.

“You’re the crazy one, kid. All that heat must’ve fried that Cajun brain of yours…” Logan shot back, relaxing himself as he felt the kid’s muscles untense. “C’mon, kid, back to bed.”

When Remy didn’t move, Logan scooped him up and dropped him back in bed before climbing in beside him again. Chuckling as Remy snuggled close again, Logan absentmindedly stroked the boy’s bangs back from his forehead. Heartbeats later, Logan gasped as the boy snatched up his hand as he pulled it away and pressed a kiss to the palm.

Remy glanced up at Logan’s face at the sharp intake of breath and, seeing the look of intense lust there, moved up and kissed Logan’s gasp-parted lips, moaning softly at the sensation.

Telling his reservations to fuck off, L res responded enthusiastically, deepening the kiss and moving to tangle his fingers in Remy’s tousled cinnamon hair. Remy easily matched the pace Logan had set and moaned eagerly as he moved to press tighter against Logan’s side, gasping as his now ag cog cock pressed up against Logan’s muscular thigh.

Groaning, head reeling at the feel of Remy’s obvious excitement, Logan pulled the boy on top of him, both of them moaning loudly as their hard cocks pressed against one another. Fighting for self-control, Logan ground his hips against the boy’s ass, reveling in the beauty of the boy straddling his hips; long, lean thighs wrapped around his hips, hands braced on his chest, head thrown back in abandon…all long lines and wicked beauty.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Logan breathed, moving to grab the hem of Remy’s shirt and yank it up so that he could get his hands on all that warm, inviting flesh.

Remy all but purred at the praise. He knew he was beautiful and was anything but modest about it. Yanking his shirt over his head, he smiled at the sound of the sharp intake of breath from Logan as he stripped.

Logan couldn’t wait for Remy to get his shirt off and sat up, settling the boy firmly across his lap, while Remy’s head was still caught in the neck of his shirt. Leaning forward, he latched his mouth hungrily onto one pert nipple, suckling savagely, lost in the moment. His efforts were soon rewarded with a frantic moan as Remy yanked his shirt the rest of the way off and flung it across the room with a breathless curse.

“Oui, chere, plus…s’il vous plaît, plus…”

The boy was literally begging now and it was all Logan could do to keep himself from throwing the kid down and fucking him senseless. While he knew the Cajun wouldn’t complain (everyone in the mansion knew about Remy’s taste for rough sex; he made that clear enough by the way he carried on at night), he wanted to take his time, let Remy know that the attraction was more than purely physical. The kid deserved better than that, whether he realized it or not.

“Want something, Rem?” Logan mumbled, pulling his mouth away from the pebbled nub.

“Oui, cher…s’il vous plaît, t’encule moi…fuck me, cher…please!” Remy was desperate now, frantic with need and unwilling to wait any longer. Smelling the boy’s desperation as much as hearing it in his voice, Logan grabbed the kid’s hips and, growling, flipped Remy over onto his back.

Before Remy could protest the k ink in contact, Logan’s hot, hungry mouth was back on him, kissing its way down his chest and stomach while his hands worked at his jeans, freeing his aching, rock hard cock. Moaning deliriously, he lifted his hips, letting Logan strip his jeans off before attacking his own.

Remy whimpered, trying to sit up, stopped by one big hand planted in the middle of his chest, making it clear who was in charge. Moaning softly at the control implied in the gesture, he subsided, g bag back and watching wither-ber-bright eyes as Logan yanked his jeans off, his huge, hard cock bouncing free.

Pouncing on his prey once again, Logan crushed his mouth to Remy’s, rubbing his cock against the boy’s and eliciting a frantic moan and a desperate rise of the hips from the boy beneath him. God, but he wanted the boy…now.

“Logan, cher…” Remy said softly, trying to get his lover’s attention. When Logan didn’t lift his head from the boy’s neck, Remy tried again, grabbing a handful of Logan’s hair and pulling his head up in spite of the growl it elicited. “Cher…top drawer of de nightstand…”

Logan grunted movemoved to rummage through the nightstand drawer before seizing on what he was looking for. Squeezing some lube into the palm of his hand, heted ted his aching cock with the clear gel, groaning softly at the sensation.

Remy watched with feverish eyes and shifted restlessly. He wanted Logan’s cock in his ass now, he couldn’t wait any longer…he’d die if Logan didn’t…oh God…

Logan groaned, grabbing hold of the boy’s slim hips and, growling, hilted himself inside the boy’s tight ass with one hard thrust. He groaned softly, the edges of his vision going black at the intense rush of pleasure. Forcing himself to slow down and to not hurt the boy too severely, he pulled out and thrust in again, setting up a hard, slow rhythm that soon had Remy begging feverishly, English forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Logan growled, grabbing hold of thedboadboard with both hands and thrusting deeply as Remy clung to him, hips hitching in response to his thrusts, begging for Logan to take him harder, faster, let him cum, please…

His mate was getting close; Logan could smell it. His mate was making pleading noises, the words were lost on Logan, but the meaning was clear. Speeding up his thrusts and taking his mate more forcefully, he nuzzled at his mate’s neck, growling encouragingly, before sinking his teeth into the tender skin.

Remy screamed ecstatically, the feel of Logan’s sharp teeth sinking into the tender skin of his neck combining with the savage burn of Logan’s cock in his ass setting him off. Pleading and crying and begging for more he exploded into orgasm, coming in long, hard, throbbing spurts all over his chest and stomach, eagerly crying out Logan’s name, all else forgotten in the all-encompassing ecstasy of the moment.

Growling deeply and sinking his teeth more firmly into his mate’s neck, Logan thrust deep and came along with his mate, loving the feel of his mate’s muscles milking his pulsing cock and driving him harder and harder over the edge. Groaning and growling and coming so hard it hurt, he held tight to his mate, seeing stars and thrusting helplessly.

~~~~~~~

Logan smiled and kissed Remy’s forehead gently. The boy was sound asleep, snoring softly in his arms, and had been for several hours now. Content to watch the boy sleep, Logan ran his fingers through the tousled auburn hair, enjoying the quiet whimpers leasleasure Remy made in response.

It looked as though Remy was finally sleeping peacefully with no sign of any more nightmares. He had passed out almost immediately after their frenzied lovemaking with a contented smile on his face and had been blissfully asleep ever since.

“We oughta do this more often, kiddo…”, Logan whispered, smiling to himself as Remy mumbled something incoherent and snuggled closer to him in sleesleep.

END