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Pain For Pleasure	By : lilvior Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 4343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title; Pain For Pleasure 2
Author; Lilvior (AKA Emylebeau)

Rating; R (pretty mild)

Feedback; well d�uh� Flames will be used to roast small fluffy bunnies.

Disclaimer; I don�t own them� yet.

Warning; m/m sex, violent sex, violent violence, self-harm

Summary; Remy is depressed, he only feels alive when he�s feeling pain.
Once he�d lain Remy down, Hank was left with something of a dilemma. He knew Remy had rights, and he respected that, but he also had a duty to tell their team leader what was going on. If he told Scott, then Remy would be off the team. If he didn�t tell then who knew what Remy might end up doing. Hank had treated some of Victor Creed�s victims before, he had made a point of not telling all of the X-men exactly what had been done to those poor souls, but it had made his blood boil. A disturbing sequence of events played before Hank�s eyes, he saw Remy�s beaten and bloodied body lying in a ditch, wounded the way those victims had been.

From the look of it, the kid hadn�t slept in days, his skin looked somewhat ashen, his hair had lost its lustre, and that infamous twinkle was gone from his eyes. Whatever happened, Hank had to let Scott know what was going on right now.

After a brief conversation via the intercom, Scott agreed to come down and talk to Remy.

Whilst he was waiting for Cyclops, Hank cleaned up the grubbiest of Remy�s wounds.
*
Few people had ever seen Logan�s sweet, caring side. Few people other than Remy.

Right now they were lying on Remy�s bed, or rather, Logan was sitting, and Remy was lying with his head in the older man�s lap. The word was �contentment�, and it was all Remy could feel. He opened his eyes without even realising they had been shut, and a blissful sigh whispered through his lips.

�Recovered yet?� That rough, deep voice tugged at Remy�s emotions.

�Oui,� he pulled himself up into a sitting position, facing his lover, then lunged forward to engage Logan in a full and passionate kiss.

Remy was naked, he hadn�t bothered putting any clothes on after their last love making session. Logan on the other hand, had pulled his jeans back on, so now Remy was battling with the zipper, unfortunately his patience was wearing thin. He was just about to charge up the metal � only a small charge he told himself � when Logan pushed his hands away.

�I think it�s safer this way.� Logan undid his own trousers, though still a little hastily.

As soon as they were off, Remy climbed on top of Logan and starting grinding his hips.

Remy didn�t know it, but the pleasure that Logan got out of this was somewhat perverse. Remy reminded the older man of a child in many ways, he was impatient and tantrum prone, and god damnit that was such a turn on. Sometimes he liked to just lie back and watch the gleeful expression on Remy�s perfect face. He loved to play with the kid�s body, everything about this situation was so good and yet so� temporary.

Remy, on the other hand, was in love. As he lay there, face down on the bed, eyes watering at the forcing pleasure of Logan pumping into him, he finally admitted it to himself. He wanted to be with Logan forever. Just thinking about it, together with the image of Logan�s kind yet rough face behind tightly shut eyelids, sent jerking spasms of electricity down the length of his erection.

�Ah, Jesus kid.� Logan choked as Remy tightened around his cock, finishing him off.

Eventually Logan pulled out, allowing Remy to return to his previous position curled up on Logan�s chest.

�Mmm, I love y� so much.� He mumbled. The words were out of his mouth before he�d had a chance to think. He instantly felt Logan tense up.

What have you done, LeBeau? He thought to himself.

He sat up quickly, before Logan could push him off, and caught an awful expression on Logan�s face. He looked disgusted, shocked, scared and angry.

�I- uh, I�m sorry-� Remy stammered,

Logan climbed out of the bed and started pulling his clothes back on again.

�Shut it, Gumbo.� Once his jeans were zipped up, and a clean t-shirt was pulled over his head, he turned back to the naked Cajun in his bed. �It wasn�t supposed ta go this far.� He said. �I don�t love ya, kid, I never could.�

Remy pulled the blanket tighter around his waist.

�So, y� were jus� usin� Remy?� He could feel his lower lip quivering, and tears welling up.

Logan didn�t even look at him.

�Yeah, I was using ya. I�m sorry. We can�t do this any more.� Then he left.

He walked out of Remy�s life just like that.
*
Remy woke up slowly, his eyes streaming silent tears. Memories just bought the pain back, it never dulled. If Logan wanted Remy back, he would run into the older man�s arms, he didn�t care how badly Logan wanted to treat him, he just wanted to be able to fall asleep in Logan�s bed again.

And if he couldn�t have that� well, he didn�t want anything.

He couldn�t help it; he started crying again. Crying for all the things he would never get a chance to do, for the life he was going to miss out on. But mostly it was tears of relief, he was so breathlessly relieved that he wouldn�t have to continue this sham: living under the same roof, but not under the same covers, as the only man he�d ever loved.

When Hank walked in, Remy felt fresh tears cascade down his cheeks, Hank was such a good friend, most of the x-men were good friends, he didn�t want to hurt them, but he was hurting himself, both physically and mentally, by continuing to live this awful life.

Hank sat on the bed and offered Remy a tissue.

�I�ve never seen you like this.� He was saying, genuine concern laced with curiosity, �Maybe if you try to explain what is so wrong, maybe you�ll feel better?�

Remy knew there was only one thing that would make him feel better right now; pain.

Whilst Remy had no faith at all in Beast�s plan, and having no intention at all of telling the whole truth about the last few months, at least not the detail, he started his story.

�Remy was in a relationship.� He began, �I t�ink I was in love.�

Hank nodded knowingly, what a surprise, there was a woman involved.

�But he was jus� usin� me.�

He? Well there was a twist. Hank tried to keep his expression straight.

�After dat, de only t�ing makes Remy feel alive, is hurt.�

In a way Hank was shocked that something as seemingly painless as the end of a short-term relationship, could have had such an effect on the self-confessed womaniser. The fact that it had been a relationship with another man, might have made the difference. It must have been a very close relationship, but Hank hadn�t noticed Remy going out significantly more than he used to, if anything, he�d been going out less�

�May I ask,� Hank asked warily, �This person you were seeing, is it someone in the house?�

Remy stayed silent.

�What I mean,� Hank tried quickly, �is, have they seen you like this?�

Remy remained silent for a moment, then said quietly,

�Dey know how much I�m hurtin�. Dey don� care.�

�Then may I suggest, they aren�t worthy of your affections?�

Silence again.

�Okay, forget I asked. But you might want to dry your eyes a little, you have a visitor.�

Remy barely had time to drag the back of his hand across his eyes before Cyclops came charging in.

�Gambit, I demand to know what is going on!�

For a moment, Remy thought Hank had told their leader exactly what Remy had been up to.

�Beast won�t tell me how you�ve gotten this badly hurt, but you will.�

�Scott, please.� Hank started, he didn�t think that an argument would help Remy�s condition.

Remy smiled, Cyke was staring at him, as if he could read the answer off the Cajun�s face.

�Gambit, he walk�d into a door, dat�s all.� Remy continued smiling.

�Bullshit.�

�Den, maybe he tripped down de stairs.�

�Gambit�� Scott was getting quite angry now.

�Or it coulda been when I fell outta bed de ot�er day.�

Cyclops let out a frustrated cry before turning and leaving.

Hank looked back at Remy, whose smile had gone instantly. The doctor thought that maybe after that little game, the Cajun might be feeling better; but obviously not.

In fact, the kid was starting to cry again, Hank couldn�t help sitting on the bed, pulling Remy into his arms and comforting the boy until he�d fallen asleep. Even after Remy had been dozing for five minutes, it was hard for Hank to let him go. There was something utterly adorable about the way Remy slept; his lips slightly parted, his long eyelashes flickering, the way his head was cocked to one side.

�How could anyone have let you go?� Hank mused out loud. More than anything, he wanted to know who it was, so he could bring them down here and ask them how they could do this to Remy. That afternoon he would make a mental note of who in the mansion it could be, maybe together they would be able to help Remy through this difficult time.

He figured Remy might need some rest, so he injected him with a mild sedative, then left to fix up some lunch.
End of chapter 2
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