"Whoa, you gothing out on us, Cajun?" Bobby taunted.
Remy smiled and smoothed down the red leather of his vest. The back was a black nightshade plant in bloom. His black leather pants clung to him like a second skin. His black silk shirt was open at the neck, exposing a red leather choker with a glimmering Japanese figure on the front. "Mebbe I am at dat."
Scott frowned over his evening cup of coffee as the Cajun passed his door. "Going somewhere?"
"Out."
"Alone?"
"Oui. Remy's a big boy, Cyke."
"It's too dangerous for this sort of thing, Gambit. I don't want you out alone."
"Some places I can' take a chaperone."
"Then, maybe, you shouldn't be going there. This asshole knows who you are."
"Oui, but I got other t'ings that need doin'."
"Tell me where. And take your com."
"Why?"
"So I don't have to tell Logan to hunt you down."
Gambit smiled. "Might be fun."
Scott shook his head. He held out his hand for the list he knew the younger man had already written. Remy sauntered across the room and turned it over. "Bye."
"Be good."
*****
Remy straddled his bike, feeling the butt-plug shift. He caught his breath. It was going to be a long night. He pulled on his helmet, thankful that it hid his face. He kicked the engine to life. He forced himself to concentrate on driving, not the delicious vibrations that seemed to transfer directly to his cock.
*****
Logan downed another beer as he watched the security monitors. He grinned as he thought about his boy's predicament. Kid had work to do, but Logan would be damned before he let the boy go out flirting with out reminding him he was owned.
*****
Remy flirted, danced, and gossiped his way through three clubs. "Where's your owner?" a voice purred low in his ear. "Or is that an invitation?"
"Around, Mademoiselle."
"You've been asking a lot of questions, pretty one," she chided. He looked through his bangs at her. She pulled his shades down his nose with one long, red fingernail. "The man you are looking for, he deals in children?"
He nodded.
"Acquiring one for your master?" she sneered.
"Non, used t' know him me. Owe him somet'in'."
She leaned closer. "Back alley. Ten minutes. We'll talk." She left. Remy worked his way to the alley. He jumped to the catwalk and perched there, waiting. She came out and lit a cigarette. He checked both sides of the alley. He dropped noiselessly to the ground. He saw stars as the plug shifted.
"Y' got one f' moi?" he asked. She jumped a little.
"Listen," she said, lighting a second cigarette for him. "Tell me what you know about the Antiquary."
"Why?"
"I'm a cop," she said softly. "I'm off duty, but I've been hearing rumors for months. Some freak is selling children. It's got to stop and I'm going to make sure it does."
He smiled. "He been doin' it f' years, Mademoiselle. He got money. Influence."
"I don't care. Tell me more."
"Mais, we go someplace quieter, Mademoiselle?"
She nodded. "The collar."
"Oui?"
"Is it real or a fashion statement?"
"Real, Mademoiselle."
"Call me, Li."
"Oui, Mademoiselle Li."
*****
Remy wheeled his bike into the garage at four. He used Scott's computer to type up his report. He was aching for Logan and rest. Not necessarily in that order. Somehow, he made it up to his room. He and Logan weren't scheduled for the Danger Room. Everyone else was. They were probably just getting up Remy thought.
He shivered at the sight on his bed. Logan had laid out equipment. There was a note. "Don't change," it began. "Cock and ball harness on first. Attach it to the plug's harness. Ring gag on tight. Clamps on under your shirt. Ankles strapped tight together. Cuff your hands around the bottom of the footboard. I want you kneeling there when I walk in."
Remy hurried to comply. He put on the harness and whimpered at the restriction of it. Then, he knelt on the floor in front of his bed. He strapped his ankles together. The ring gag came next making him into a hole to be used. He hated the ring gag more than any other thing his boss made him wear. The clamps went on next, chain dangling cold against his chest. Two clicks later and he was secured.
He squirmed as his pants seemed to shrink around his cock. He looked down at himself. LeBeau, you are a slut, he told himself. His knees already ached, but the ankle bond wouldn't let him shift. A small trickle of drool dribbled down his chin and he shivered. When would Logan come for him?
*****
Logan flopped across his bed. He smiled at the traces of Remy's shampoo. He wondered if his pet was ready for him. "He'd better be," Logan growled aloud. He chose a few more toys and slid through the halls. The rest of the team was at brunch.
Remy looked up hopefully at the opening door. Logan looked down at him with a frown. Remy hastily dropped his eyes and tried to bow low and grovel. The cuffs stopped him. A tear ran from the corner of his eye. Three hours was sheer torture on his knees, but Logan would simply leave him there if he acted up.
Going out marked had done wonders for the Cajun's attitude. Logan tipped the boy's chin up. "What time? Blink fer me. One, two, three, four. Four?" Remy nodded. "I'm gonna let ya have half an hour. Clean yerself up." Logan removed all the bindings. "Half an hour, then I want ya on yer knees in nothing more than God gave ya." Remy stretched and hurried to the bathroom. Logan went to get some breakfast.
*****
"Breakfast in bed? How romantic," Storm stated.
"Jealous, Darlin'?"
"Worried."
"Why?"
"Remy has been upset recently. He won't talk to me about it."
"Childhood nightmares. They been bitin' at him. I been bitin' harder so he ain't nuts yet."
Ororo frowned. "Then you are the cause of the bruises on his arms. What did you do, Logan?"
"Nothin' he don't enjoy, Ro."
"If you are hurting him, I will destroy you."
"Ask Rems then. And listen to the answer."
"He won't discuss his lovers with me."
"Just ask if I'm hurtin' him then."
"I will. Is he. . ."
"Not right now, woman." Logan gestured to the tray. "Boy needs food, sleep and sex. Not necessarily in that order."
Storm rolled her eyes. "I'll speak with him later."
"Good."
*****
Remy settled on his knees, hands on his thighs, eyes on the floor. His cock was hard. His nerves jangled. He'd never been made to wait like this by anyone. Logan had a much firmer control of himself and his pet than anyone Remy had played with.
Logan entered. He set the tray down on the desk and locked the door. He snapped his fingers and pointed down. Remy pressed his forehead to the floor. He shivered as he realized how well-trained he was getting. Scott'd kill to be able to control him in the field as easily as Logan did here and now.
Logan stripped. He watched closely to see if his pet would sneak a glance. Remy was too deep into his mindset to piss off his boss like that. Logan grinned. He settled on the bed with the tray. "Sit here with me, pet."
Remy snuggled close to his boss. Logan's arm tightened around him. "Cuff yerself." Remy took the handcuffs from the tray and locked away his hands. He curled closer to Logan. His boss wouldn't let anyone hurt him. And maybe if he was good, he'd get a bite of sausage. Logan offered him a bite of fresh pineapple. Remy took it, licking the juice from Logan's skin.
Breakfast progressed slowly. It was a shame, Logan thought, that he couldn't feed the boy at the dining room table. Remy'd be on his best behavior in public. When the plates were empty, Logan set them aside. His pet nuzzled drowsily at his hand and Logan stroked the wet chestnut hair.
"Y' let y'r pet make y' come, boss?" Remy purred. "Been real good. Wore de plug all night. Sil vous plait, boss?"
"I keep warnin' ya about yer mouth."
Remy pouted. Logan smacked his nose. Remy rubbed his cheek against Logan's shoulder. The Canadian caught hold of his head. "Open up." Remy's eyes widened, but he accepted the ring gag. He hated it with a passion. Logan's finger pressed gently against the tame tongue. Remy wanted to be able to suck at it, but the metal forced his jaw open. "That's better." Remy squirmed. He rubbed against Logan's side. Logan laughed. "Get down where ya belong, brat."
Remy settled at the foot of the bed.
"Stay." Logan pulled the curtains closed. He picked up the cock ring and harness. Remy whimpered as it was installed. Logan licked at the tip of his pet's cock. He grinned at the groan that elicited. He trapped the Cajun's ankles and connected them to the bound wrists. The position forced the Cajun into an open display. Logan stroked along the sharp ribcage. The boy needed more meat on his bones. Then, he set to work darkening his marks. The low rumbling purr was audible over the whimpers and moans. Logan released the ankle strap and pushed the Cajun to the mattress. A little lube later and he was seated deep in his boy's ass.
Remy had long since lost track of anything that wasn't Logan's touch. His eyes were closed. He panted in Logan scented breaths. His cock burned. He needed to come. Logan's arousal battered at his mind. Then, the thickness in him froze and Logan's orgasm was pouring into him. Logan stroked the Cajun's hair to the side. He stared at the scar he'd never noticed, then bit the back of the smooth, white throat until he tasted sweet blood. He lapped at the wound.
Remy heard a whimper and realized it was his own. The ring on his cock was preventing the only relief he wanted. His cock was leaking. Logan disengaged and rolled over. Remy could do nothing, but rub himself against the comforter as Logan's broad palm pinned him down.
"Ya wanna come?"
Remy nodded.
"Here's the price." Remy's eyes were wild when they snapped open. "Ya tell me about any scar I choose. No matter what happened."
Remy froze. He thought for a long moment that his heart was going to stop.
"Or ya don't come fer a week."
Remy shook his head. He'd go insane if he couldn't come. He needed to come so badly it hurt. Logan released the ring. "Now," he whispered. Remy came. He went limp.
Logan cuddled the young man close, playing with his body. Remy's eyes closed. He relaxed, secure in Logan's grip, even as the Canadian turned him over to take advantage of his mouth.
FINIS
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