Crime & Punishment
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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male › Remy/Logan
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,618
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Crime & Punishment
Swearing irritably at thet, Lt, Logan trudged across the mansion’s front lawn. Everyone else was inside in the air conditioning, enjoying the wonders of modern technology and the only reason Logan wasn’t doing the same was that he was on the hunt. His prey was currently sprawled on the front lawn, basking in the sun and working on his tan. Leave it to Remy to be the not only be the only one to brave the sweltering heat, but to stay outside enjoying himself of all things…
Padding across the grass as quietly as possible, Logan sized up his prey. The boy had his back to him and hadn’t noticed him yet, which was good; it would ruin the thrill of the hunt if the kid knew he was coming. The boy was sprawled on his stomach, toes turned inward in the long grass, chin propped up on the heel of one hand, the other busily at work on the sketchbook he had lying in front of him, headphones covering his ears, totally oblivious to the world around him.
Grinning, Logan let his eyes rove hungrily over his boy, taking in all the mouth-watering details. The boy was shirtless, skin a beautiful golden brown and cinnamon hair streaked with golden highlights from the summer sun and wearing nothing but a pair of faded battered cut-off camouflage fatigue shorts. He looked…amazing. It never ceased to amaze Logan that the kid could look just as beautiful in the rattiest of attire as he could in his most elegant designer clothes. The kid was a real wonder.
Walking softly, Logan moved to stand behind the boy, careful not to throw his shadow over the sketchbook the kid was so absorbed in; he didn’t want to give himself away just yet. At this close of range, Logan could hear the music playing on the boy’s CD player, some sort of classical music…not really Logan’s cup of tea, but nice all the same. Peering at the sketchbook laid out on the grass that the kid was working so absorbedly on, Logan had to hand it to the kid; he had talent, that much was obvious.
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Working intently with a charcoal pencil and black smudged fingers, Remy was putting the finishing touches on a portrait of his wife and he had to admit he was pleased at the result. He had done it from memory; a sultry portrait of Bella in three-quarters profile, a half-smile on her full lips and a lusty look in her eyes. Brushing the hair out of his eyes and leaving behind a smudge of charcoal on his forehead as he did so, Remy sighed. He was getting antsy agand and hoped desperately that Logan would decide to take pity on him and give him the attention he needed.
Humming along with the music, Remy put the finishing touches on his drawing and tossed his pencil to the ground, closing his eyes against the blazing sun. Wondering where Logan was at and what he was feeling, Remy opened his mind to the other man, searching him out and gave a startled yelp as he realized that Logan was practically right on top of him.
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Watching the boy with an amused smirk, Logan laughed as Remy whipped his head around to look at him. He wasn’t sure what he had done to let the boy know he was there since he hadn’t moved and hadn’t made a sound, but Remy knew he was there now and was glaring at him reproachfully.
“Don’ go sneakin’ up on me like dat, cher! Give a body a heart attack dat way…” Remy snapped, yanking the headphones from his ears, but Logan could tell that the boy wasn’t angry with him, just startled. Kid seemed happy to see him as a matter of fact.
“Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t mean t’ scare ya,” Logan chuckled.
“Didn’t scare me. Just don’ like being snuck up on, dat’s all…” Remy mumbled half-heartedly.
“Uh-huh. Whatcha listenin’ to there, Gumbo?” Logan asked, noticing the boy’s embarrassment and changing the subject.
“Ave Maria. Max Bruch,” Remy answered, rolling over onto his back to stare up at Logan with one hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
Nodding in response, Logan moved to sit down on the grass at Remy’s, blocking the sun and earning a pleased sigh from the boy. Although Remy was trying hard to act casual, Logan could smell the desire on him; the kid wanted it as bad as he did. Smirking, Logan let the boy wait. He wanted to see if the kid would come out and ask for it or if he would have to make it an order.
“You gonna make me beg or you gonna tell me to get my ass up to your room tonight, homme?” Remy asked heatedly, eying Logan’s smirk.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think it might be fun to make you beg a little…” Logan said, lying back on his elbows with a look of smug self-satisfaction.
“Fine, cher. I can beg if that’s what y’ want,” Remy purred, moving one hand to rub Logan’s straining cock through his jeans as he spoke, “Can make y’ feel real good, too. Can suck you…y’ taste real good, cher. Y’ want dat?”
Noting, but not caring, that the boy had turned the tables on him yet again, Logan groaned, hips rocking up into the touch of the boy’s talented fingers in spite of the fact that anyone looking out the windows in the front of the mansion could quite clearly see the whole thing. “Fuck, boy,” Logan growled, gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to just take the kid right there, “Just get your thievin’ ass up to my room tonight and be ready. You know what I want.”
“Oui, d’accord,” Remy purred, pulling his hand away and gathering up his possessions before standing up and walking back to the mansion, deliberately leaving Logan behind and giving him a final parting view of his ass as he set off across the grass. He was definitely enjoying this game.
TBC
Padding across the grass as quietly as possible, Logan sized up his prey. The boy had his back to him and hadn’t noticed him yet, which was good; it would ruin the thrill of the hunt if the kid knew he was coming. The boy was sprawled on his stomach, toes turned inward in the long grass, chin propped up on the heel of one hand, the other busily at work on the sketchbook he had lying in front of him, headphones covering his ears, totally oblivious to the world around him.
Grinning, Logan let his eyes rove hungrily over his boy, taking in all the mouth-watering details. The boy was shirtless, skin a beautiful golden brown and cinnamon hair streaked with golden highlights from the summer sun and wearing nothing but a pair of faded battered cut-off camouflage fatigue shorts. He looked…amazing. It never ceased to amaze Logan that the kid could look just as beautiful in the rattiest of attire as he could in his most elegant designer clothes. The kid was a real wonder.
Walking softly, Logan moved to stand behind the boy, careful not to throw his shadow over the sketchbook the kid was so absorbed in; he didn’t want to give himself away just yet. At this close of range, Logan could hear the music playing on the boy’s CD player, some sort of classical music…not really Logan’s cup of tea, but nice all the same. Peering at the sketchbook laid out on the grass that the kid was working so absorbedly on, Logan had to hand it to the kid; he had talent, that much was obvious.
-------
Working intently with a charcoal pencil and black smudged fingers, Remy was putting the finishing touches on a portrait of his wife and he had to admit he was pleased at the result. He had done it from memory; a sultry portrait of Bella in three-quarters profile, a half-smile on her full lips and a lusty look in her eyes. Brushing the hair out of his eyes and leaving behind a smudge of charcoal on his forehead as he did so, Remy sighed. He was getting antsy agand and hoped desperately that Logan would decide to take pity on him and give him the attention he needed.
Humming along with the music, Remy put the finishing touches on his drawing and tossed his pencil to the ground, closing his eyes against the blazing sun. Wondering where Logan was at and what he was feeling, Remy opened his mind to the other man, searching him out and gave a startled yelp as he realized that Logan was practically right on top of him.
-------
Watching the boy with an amused smirk, Logan laughed as Remy whipped his head around to look at him. He wasn’t sure what he had done to let the boy know he was there since he hadn’t moved and hadn’t made a sound, but Remy knew he was there now and was glaring at him reproachfully.
“Don’ go sneakin’ up on me like dat, cher! Give a body a heart attack dat way…” Remy snapped, yanking the headphones from his ears, but Logan could tell that the boy wasn’t angry with him, just startled. Kid seemed happy to see him as a matter of fact.
“Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t mean t’ scare ya,” Logan chuckled.
“Didn’t scare me. Just don’ like being snuck up on, dat’s all…” Remy mumbled half-heartedly.
“Uh-huh. Whatcha listenin’ to there, Gumbo?” Logan asked, noticing the boy’s embarrassment and changing the subject.
“Ave Maria. Max Bruch,” Remy answered, rolling over onto his back to stare up at Logan with one hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
Nodding in response, Logan moved to sit down on the grass at Remy’s, blocking the sun and earning a pleased sigh from the boy. Although Remy was trying hard to act casual, Logan could smell the desire on him; the kid wanted it as bad as he did. Smirking, Logan let the boy wait. He wanted to see if the kid would come out and ask for it or if he would have to make it an order.
“You gonna make me beg or you gonna tell me to get my ass up to your room tonight, homme?” Remy asked heatedly, eying Logan’s smirk.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think it might be fun to make you beg a little…” Logan said, lying back on his elbows with a look of smug self-satisfaction.
“Fine, cher. I can beg if that’s what y’ want,” Remy purred, moving one hand to rub Logan’s straining cock through his jeans as he spoke, “Can make y’ feel real good, too. Can suck you…y’ taste real good, cher. Y’ want dat?”
Noting, but not caring, that the boy had turned the tables on him yet again, Logan groaned, hips rocking up into the touch of the boy’s talented fingers in spite of the fact that anyone looking out the windows in the front of the mansion could quite clearly see the whole thing. “Fuck, boy,” Logan growled, gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to just take the kid right there, “Just get your thievin’ ass up to my room tonight and be ready. You know what I want.”
“Oui, d’accord,” Remy purred, pulling his hand away and gathering up his possessions before standing up and walking back to the mansion, deliberately leaving Logan behind and giving him a final parting view of his ass as he set off across the grass. He was definitely enjoying this game.
TBC