The Speed Trap

Disclaimer: Logan and Remy and the X-Men belong to Marvel Comics/Disney and 20th Century Fox. I do not claim them to be mine in any way, shape or form. I make no money from these two, nor do I trade, lend, sell, or mean to mislead. For Entertainment only.


It had been a very nice day for driving through the hills and the approaching evening was no reason to quit. Remy's little, yellow Lambourgini zipped and zagged its way through the high mountain road, not slowing down for anything. He smiled and cooed his excitement until he saw the red and blue party-lights in his rearview mirror on chance. "Merde!" he cursed under his breath as he looked for a small dirt crevice to pull off into.

When both cars came to a stop, he sat there, waiting for the cop to get out of his car and hand him another ticket for his mounting pile that he had managed to collect over the past few days. He sighed as he watched the short and stalky man in a tan uniform approach his window and tap on the glass. Just as he lowered his window, he was asked for his informations and to remove the key from the engine.

"Do you know how fast you were goin?" A gruff voice broke the silent air between them but Remy was too bored to look up at the speaker.

Being the smartass he was, Remy decided to answer with a joke, "Oh, I assume I was doin' over 1 mile an hour. Mebbe 2, non?"

He was unamused by the little gag. The officer's nametag said only one name and it wasn't specified as last or first; Logan. The cop had noticed the young man staring at it nonchalantly as he had looked up from writing the ticket. "The tag says Logan, and you were doin' 60 in a 35 zone, Mister LeBeau. Care to state the emergency?" His mirrored shades hid his eyes as they admired the handsome face in the car.

"Non." Short and sweet answer.

Logan narrowed his eyes and mumbled a "stay there" before trudging back to his patrol car and calling it in to his small, three-man station in the next town some 10 miles away. The information he recieved back was heart-warming as he found out it wasn't the first time that year Remy had broken the speed barrier for no reason. "Perfect. Looks like I got some company for tonight." A mock happiness filled his tone as he got out of his front seat and strode back to the driver's side of the little yellow sports car. "It seems you and I are gonna be spending some time together, kid."

Remy looked up at him confused and shocked at the words that meant he was not going to be continuing through the mountain roads in his car but in the backseat of a small town police cruiser. He watched in what seemed like slow motion as Logan reached for the handcuffs that were attached to the side of his belt and motioned Remy out of the car. "You're kiddin."

Logan smirked a wicked grin. "Nope. Outta the car, Cajun." He stepped back as the door raised up on one corner and a tall, lanky auburn haired young man climbed out and turned around to shut the door and place his hands on the roof of the car. "Yer bein charged with felony speeding in my county, as well as several unpaid tickets that date back to March of this year. I'm gonna handcuff ya and read you yer rights. Sound fair?"

Remy had no witty reply so, he remained quiet until they reached the small jailhouse, located at the end of a town with only one major street. He stared out the window and looked for any people in the town but found none. Most of the businesses had been locked up for the evening. The small station he was brought into was also empty and quiet and cold inside the small jailcell.

The cell door slammed shut and the cuffs removed and still Remy stood disbelieving this was happening. "Did you scare everyone out of town, or do you take other duties, too, eh?" He smiled mockingly but halted as Logan turned back to look at him from the other side of the bars.

"So the streets roll up at 6, here, city boy. Nothin' for you to worry about, you aren't goin anywhere for a while. Get used to the look of the room, kid." Logan winked with a click of his tongue and turned back to return to his game of Spider. He sat down at the desk and flipped on the small radio, on the table behind him and hummed merrily to the jazzy tune that played. It wasn't long before the noise from the other room interrupted his game and music with a horrid crashing of a metal cup against the flat, rusted metal bars. Getting up and sauntering into the jail room, he sneered at the young man who continued to call and make noise from his middle cell of three, against the far wall. "Stop that!"

Jutting his chin out, Remy sneered back. "Non. Make me."

With a hand on his ring of keys that hung at his right side, Logan was tempted but paused as a noise came from outside, on the dark and solitairy street. Listening for a moment as the sound passed and faded away, he turned back to the young prisoner and sighed. In the right hand corner of the room, outside of the cells, hung a single, oil-wick lamp on a new nail. Logan walked casually over and blew it out, placing Remy in the dark before moving back toward the golden lit doorway and back out into the front room.

"Wait." Remy called, slightly shivering from the dark surroundings. "Is dere somet'ing I can do to persuade y' ta let me go?" His eyes glowed red with fear in the darkness and a whimper escaped him.

As Logan turned back around from standing in the doorway, he had an evil grin on his features. His fingers clutched the ring of keys once more only this time he made his way to the lock of the celldoor and thrust the brass key into the workings and turned it open. He stepped into the jailcell as Remy backed away from the door. "You wanna persuade me, on yer knees, Cajun." With a quick hand to his black belt, Logan undid his fastenings and slid his erect appendage free to bob proudly in Remy's face. "Go on, make it happy." He smiled savagely and watched in delight as Remy did just that, sucking loudly and greedily.

Remy looked up and stared back into Logan's eyes, matching his lust and silently pleading for more, accommidating pleasures. Stopping before Logan was able to complete himself, Remy shimmied quickly out of his jeans and black leather sports coat and grasped the flat bars while kneeling with his back to Logan. He glanced back with a smile and invited the shorter man to endulge the young, taut body of the prisoner.

Logan licked his lips with lust and knelt down behind his captive, tongue darting out to invade the puckered hole that had been protected by firm yet soft mounds of pale flesh. He licked and sucked noisily at the tight opening, kissing the cheeks around it until he was sure the opening was ready for him. Bringing himself to his knees, Logan eased in and thrust rhythmically into the young man. The feel of power enticed him and lead his senses on as he greedily pounded his might into the willing Cajun.

Yelps of pleasure drove Logan on as Remy "mmm-ed" and cooed into the rusted bars in front of him. When he felt Logan come for the first time, he purred and leaned back, sitting up to press himself back against material until he felt the cold metal of the sheriff's star on his left shoulderblade. Wrapping his arms around the arms that wrapped around him, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes as Logan moved more slowly, lastingly.

Their play continued for hours as the night wore on, each making the other come in the most unique and inventive ways. The tortures were beyond control for many of the night's games. Remy calling out to Logan and Logan calling out to Remy, both ending up coiled together on the blanketed cot before the sun peaked over the mountains.

Finally, both laying embracing on their sides, Remy inhaled the musk and smiled before breaking the silence. "Dat was fun but, next time I wanna be de cop, ca va?"

Logan contained a yawn as he laughed quietly. "We'll see. You played the prisoner so well, I might have two turns."

"Where'd you find dis place, anyway?" Remy snorted and changed the subject.

Picking his head up, Logan looked over a bare right shoulder to show his confusion. "Me? I thought you found it." He was met with Remy's equally confused eyes.


End.