The Job

The Job
A/N: "Issues" deconstructed dom!Logan. Now, here's the accompanying deconstruction of sub!Remy. This is set after "Getting Over It" so yes, I'm ruining your happy ending. I'm a bad person. As for Remy's accent, note that an apostrophe in place of a 't' is meant to imply a 'softened' rather than absent 't' sound. In place of an 'h' in a 'th' sound, the apostrophe represents a hardening of the sound. Note, this is the final piece of work on the deconstruction arc for dom!Logan/sub!Remy fics. I've dropped the anvil and preached repeatedly about why I dislike dom!Logan/sub!Remy, so after this fic I have no reason to do it any more. Message has been made clear as crystal. Either way, now this arc is complete. Please read "Issues" and "Getting Over It" before you read this. Thanks!

REMY POV
I' was a job. Not'ing more, not'ing less.

A few mont's ago, de Yakuza had a little conversation wid mon Pere. Dey wan'ed somet'ing in de possession of a cer'ain X-Man, an' mon Pere asked Remy for de favor.

Logan's ceremonial sword.

Don' ge' me wrong. I've had much bigger jobs. Logan may be fearsome an' ferocious bu' when you t'ink abou' it, he jus' a big dog. And t'ieves, we used wid dealing wid dogs... dey're one of de usual enemies.

Logan's a bigger challenge den mos' of em... bu' I like a challenge.

So de plan was simple. Seduce, earn his affection, den when he's looking de ot'er way, swipe and leave de X-Men.
De firs' par' of de plan, de par' dat had me Logan's fuck boy? Now dat was de easies'. He look all mean, bu' his vulnerabili'y was obvious. De man... he been t'rough hell, an' he go' urges for payback like everyone else would. Pre'end to le' him con'rol me, le' him feel like he go' some con'rol over himself.

I feel sorry for him. Bu' I ain' gonna le' my feelings ge' in de way of de job.

He said he's like Jekyll an' Hyde. Mis'er Hyde drill me t'rough de bed, Doc'or Jekyll, well he wan'ed i' all swee' an' slow... jus' where Remy de bes' in de world.

Den one nigh', he asked for dat.

And i' was beaudiful... he lay dere, scared bu' wan'ing i', figh'ing de mons'er inside him... forcing himself to have wha' he wan'ed, no' wha' de beas' wan'ed. Gasping my name as I slowly en'ered him...

I almos' fel' guil'y abou' why I was doing dat.

Bu' den I remembered de bruises... de bleeding. He pu' me t'rough dat. Non, no' him, de animal inside him. Bu' dat no' gonna make me go all sof' on de man. I go' a job and Remy LeBeau always ge's de job done.

Bu' las' nigh', was drinking. De bottle of bourbon didn' las' long... I was hones' wid myself dat nigh', and I admitted wha' I t'ink. I like Logan. I' hur's jus' as much as when he cuffed me and rammed his dick in'o me... well maybe no' dat much. Bu' I feel sorry for him... he going t'rough hell con'rolling de animal inside him.

And I lied so I could swipe dat sword of his.

None of dis is new... seduce de vic'im den swipe de prize. A very old plan. Dis vic'im jus' wan'ed to play de vic'or in de bedroom. I've had dat type before, dey all de same.
Excep' dis one. Logan... he don' wanna be dat. And he realized he didn' have to be.
END REMY POV

The long-legged thief left the mansion; his motorcycle sped down the driveway and shot out the gate like a bullet from the barrel of a gun. He didn't look back; the wind slashed through his auburn hair. Mee' de con'ac' on de docks...

A pool of silvery light was cast upon the long planks by the rusting streetlamp above. The sound of lapping water flowed into the Asian man's ears as he watched the tall shadow emerge.
"The weapon?" He asked of the tall silhouette.

Remy didn't speak. He handed the katana, still sheathed, to the contact. And then he turned around and walked away leisurely; moonlight and old lamps cast diffused and smoky luminescence upon the flowing brown leather of his coat.

The Cajun had no fear as his bike glided back into the mansion's garage. He even left his bedroom door unlocked. A smirk crossed his face as he slid into unconsciousness.

De bes' fake sword ever made. Perfec' down to de molecule. De Yakuza will never know...t'anks Henri...

LOGAN POV
Been a few weeks since Remy first fucked me. The animal... yeah, it comes back some times. But I got a handle on it. It doesn't have as much control over that part o'me. I can have tha fuckin' fun I wanna have, give or get, and tha animal, it can't stop me any fuckin' more. Its my fuckin' body now.

Shit, tha Cajun's an awesome lay. No more pity. No more grovellin'. Looks like he's settlin' in here fer good. Thank fuck... I want him ta stay a while and fuck me more too!

I still got issues. Don't I ever. But I can keep my fuckin' head and not be a fuckin' parasite. Logan's not a needy animal any more.

Thanks Rems. Thanks fer everything.
The End