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Only In My Dreams	By : SisterWine Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 3649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been just over a week since Logan and Charles had dug up Remy's makeshift casket and transplanted it to the maple tree in Xavier's backyard. And just over a week of Logan's dreams being empty and dark. He tried countless times to bring the auburn haired man to his dreams but, it seemed useless.

Logan sat in front of the marble headstone with carved and painted black letters, that stood to Logan's mid-thigh, day after day, talking to it about whatever he thought about. He asked questions and planted flowers; daisies. He knew the kid always liked daisies. Again, he asked the headstone how he knew that. No answer.

Into the second week, Logan's dreams had been of replayed memories of he and Remy together. More harsh ones than anything. It hurt him to watch them play as movies, yet he refused to wake up or shake them off.

In one dream, there was a party in the house. At least thirty or more people were there, wandering through the downstairs of the house, laughing and drinking champagne. Music played on an old phonograph that Remy had bought some years prior. Logan had a great time, mingling with guests and drinking more than his share of alcohol. He had been flirting and nipping at several young ladies while Remy watched, heartbroken.

Remy had a few glasses of champagne and talked with a few older ladies in the grand dining area, yet keeping an eye on Logan on the sofa in the livingroom, just across the entranceway. Every now and then, he'd excuse himself from the current conversation and make his way to the huge kitchen, for a moment of peace.

As the guests left at the end of the night, Logan was nearly passed out on the plush sofa, and Remy was left to clean up and turn the lights off. Cleaning up in the livingroom, Remy stood over Logan and shook his head. Logan was a mess. Shirt untucked and buttoned wrong, pants buttoned but unzipped. Remy reached down and carefully zipped Logan's pants up. He was startled when Logan's eyes shot open and big, strong hands grabbed Remy's slender wrists.

Remy jumped back and tried to free himself but, Logan moved with him and held him even tighter. Remy did his best to try and calm the angered Canadian. Agreeing to angry spats that clouded Logan's mind, from the champagne.

"I saw you with that bitch! Playin all cutesie with her." Shifting both of Remy's wrists to one hand, Logan backhanded Remy with the other across the face. His hold grew tighter. "Did you take her into the kitchen and fuck her too? Huh? You little slut. You belong to me! You only fuck me, got it? Bitch!" Logan smacked him again and released him to send Remy backpeddling into a Throne-shaped chair.

A stunned Cajun answered and then wiped the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. "Oui, m'sieur. Remy only love you, Logan. Was only talkin' t' de dames. Y' talkin t' de petite filles....." He was silenced by another backhand to the opposite cheek.

Logan growled. He was furious with Remy for talking back to him. He reached for Remy's left arm but, was unaware Remy had picked up a glass, charged it and threw it at him in confusion. Logan ducked and the glass was sent to the other side of the room where it hit the wall and shattered as it exploded.

Remy stared into Logan's furious expression, in horror. "Non, Logan. Remy no mean it. Please, Logan. Remy be good. Y' fo'give him?" Remy begged as he was jerked out of the chair and on to the floor. He lie on his back. Logan had sat on his hips and made a fist with his right hand. Remy panicked as three shiny metal claws emerged from his fist. His arms had been pinned to his sides by Logan's strong legs. He was powerless.

Logan retract two claws and let the first one slide under the parting of Remy's shirt and slice through the sewing that held the buttons on. Releasing the other two, Logan spread Remy's white shirt open and lightly ran the tips of the claws over Remy's tan, heaving chest. "Don't ever use your powers on me again, tramp. Cause I'll kill you and won't think twice. Capice?"

"Oui. Crystal." Remy nodded and waited until Logan slid his claws back into his hands before breathing easy. For a moment, he closed his eyes, and for a moment he was safe.

Logan reached down and grabbed a fist full of Remy's hair that had been neatly pulled back into a ponytail, and stood the both of them up. As he let go, strands of long auburn hair wrapped around his fingers and came out of Remy's head. "Clean this mess up. And then come to bed." Logan mumbled as he made his way to the stairs and up to bed.

When Remy had finished cleaning, he made his way, tiredly, up the stairs and into the bedroom. Logan was already undressed and lying on the side furthest from the door. He was on his back and dozing when the door opened and Remy stepped in. Remy sighed and looked around the room. Clothes everywhere. Drawers were open- mainly his dresser drawers- and pictures and knick-knacks were in disarray. He removed his clothing and sunk into the down mattress, pulling the thick, black comforter up around him. He reached up and turned off the small lamp that sat on his nightstand. Remy rolled on his side, away from Logan as a tear escaped. He whimpered softly when Logan rolled on to his side and scooted closer to him.

Putting his kisses on Remy's shoulder, he whispered. "I'm sorry Remy. You drive me so crazy sometimes. It's that charm power, baby. You know I hate seeing you upset, hm?"

"Oui, cher." Remy was tired and humiliated.

"You want me to suck ya till you come? Hm?" Logan reached his hand down under the dark, thick comforter and massaged Remy's semi-hard erection. Trailing few kisses down Remy's thin shoulder and arm, he looked over Remy's shoulder, waiting for his answer.

"No cher, please. Remy jus' tired. We sleep now, non? I do you in de morn, ok?" Remy closed his eyes and hoped the rage wouldn't take over Logan again.

"You okay, kid?"

"Oui. Jus' tired."

Logan shrugged and pulled the kid back against him, keeping his hand on Remy's erection as they both slept.

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Logan woke up in a cold sweat. He panted deeply, trying to breathe. He sat up in his bed and put a hand over his eyes as he fought back the tears. He had kicked the blanket off long ago but, entwined himself in the now soaked white sheet. The kid must have been so scared of him. Remy wanted so bad to please Logan but, Logan's rage and jealousy ran rampant when he drank.

He lay down again and stared at the ceiling for a long moment before closing his eyes. Another dream hit him.

Logan sat at the end of a long black oak table, alone. His empty plate had been pushed off to the side. A more than half empty bottle of Bourbon and an empty shot glass sat in front of him. He slouched back in his chair and sneered at the grandfather clock that rang obscenely loud, behind him. Remy wasn't home. The kid promised he'd be back in less than an hour, that was well over 2 hours ago.

The door opened and closed, quietly. Remy removed his long heavy coat and glanced around the corner to see Logan sitting at the table. He knew the bottle had been nearly full when he left. He swallowed hard and made his way to sit in the chair next to Logan. Remy started to apologise but was cut off by Logan's gruff growl.

"Where the hell you been, boy? I've been lookin all over for you. Answer me!"

"Sorry, Logan. I had t' go t' de bank. Line was long."

"I checked the bank. Didn't see ya. Don't lie to me Remy. I took you in."

"No lyin, cher. De rain come, Remy got stranded in de cafe. Honest, mon amour. Remy try t' come home." Remy held his breath in when he saw Logan reach for the bottle and shot glass. "Sil vous plait, mon ami, do not drink. Remy home now. He take care of you. Desole--?"

Logan threw his head back as he drank and then poured another glass. He set the glass down in front of Remy and told him to drink. When Remy refused, Logan stood up and knocked his chair backwards. He grabbed the hair at the back of Remy's head and growled. He leaned in closer to Remy and sniffed. "Who you been fuckin, boy? It's all over you. You'd better tell me, now!" Logan hissed.

"No one, m'sieur. Remy control hisself."

Thunder boomed loudly outside and the clouds rolled darker and darker. The giant chandelier above them shook and the lights danced. Logan stared deeply into Remy's eyes, he could see the young man was telling the truth. But, he didn't care.

Logan snorted. He let go of the kid's damp hair that hung loosely down his back and replaced it on the kid's left arm. He pulled Remy to his feet and dragged him back to the entranceway.

Remy had been half-dragged, half-walking and tried to tell Logan that he loved only him. "Cher, Remy hard but, he only hard for you. You de only one who wan' Remy. Please cher! I wan' t' stay wit' you."

Logan opened the front door and tossed the Cajun out onto the porch, grunting in amusement as Remy fell to his knees. He stood there in the doorway, watching Remy shiver and plead with him. The kid was dressed in black khaki pants and matching shirt. Thunder boomed again, and the kid jumped in fear. The November rain was cold and came down in sheets on the roof of the porch. Logan sighed and waved the kid back in.

Remy took cautious steps back through the doorway and past Logan. He was shivering violently, and holding himself while trying not to show his convulsions.

Logan shut the door behind him and stood behind Remy, rubbing his hands on the kid's arms to warm

him up. He motioned for Remy to sit down on the stairs while he went to make some hot coffee and get

a blanket. He smiled when Remy did as he asked. He kissed Remy's forehead and then excused himself to

the kitchen.

When he came back, Remy had been holding himself and bent over, resting on his lap. Logan wrapped

the thick wool blanket around him and handed the kid the cup of coffee. He sat down beside him and stared at the front door. Silence that seemed like an eternity, passed between them. Finally Logan spoke, calmly. "For three years now, I guess I musta put you through Hell. I gave you every chance I had to let you leave. You stayed. You bought this house, let me move in, now I act like I own it. I see the bruises I leave on ya. And sometimes, I sit on the edge of the bed and watch you sleep. Do I torture your dreams too?"

"Non cher." Remy stared at his black coffee, and held it tightly in his hands. His fingers were numb with cold and stung as they wrapped themselves around the burning white coffee mug.

"You mean the world to me, Remy. I tend to forget that yer human too. I don't mean to treat ya like my own personal fuck post but, the truth is, I'm tryin to show you how I feel about you. And it aint the charms doin it. I love the way you feel, in my arms, in my body and in my soul. In my dyin breath, Remy, I'll love you forever." Logan put a gentle hand on Remy's blanketed back and rubbed it. "Come on, let's get you outta those wet clothes."

"Okay."

Logan helped Remy to his feet and turned him around to head upstairs.

"Logan...?"

"Hm?"

"May I make love to you?" Remy asked in a hushed voice as they stood at the top of the stairs.

Logan inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Staring calmly at the bundled kid, he took in his scent. "Sure."

Logan sat on the edge of the bed, on Remy's side. He pulled his white muscle shirt over his head and then stood up to remove his pants. He found himself staring at the Cajun as Remy's hands snaked over his and took over for him. Logan stood there as Remy unbuttoned and unzipped the material and let it fall to his ankles. He cleared his throat when Remy pushed down his white boxers and took his hardness in his hands.

Remy shrugged off the blanket and then knelt down. Filling his mouth with Logan's length, he rolled his tongue over and around and smiled as he heard Logan gasp in enjoyment. As he continued sucking, he moved a hand to his own shirt and started to unbutton it. As he reached the last button, Remy casually pulled the shirt from his pants and then shrugged the damp shirt off, then placed his hands on Logan's hips. He sucked harder and Logan gasped and growled in amusement. He jumped slightly when he felt Logan's hands caressing his shoulders and hair. He sucked harder and harder and swallowed Logan's hot and sticky orgasm. The tip of his nose rest on Logan's groin, and the long length was doing it's best to choke him. But, he managed to swallow it completely.

Logan watched him. He loved watching the kid work. He sighed in disappointment when the kid stood up again. Keeping his hands on Remy's shoulders, he kissed the young man. He could taste himself on the kid and he loved it.

"Lay down, cher. Remy not done." Remy whispered as their eyes met.

Logan watched Remy undo his belt and then his pants. His eyes stared up and the thin frame. He'd propped himself up to watch the show but, found himself examining each bruise and scrape the kid had on his chest and arms. They were from him. All from him. It became unbearable.

Remy pushed his pants and briefs down and kicked them off to the side. He bent down and removed Logan's pants, also. When he stood up again, he paused. His arousal was demanding attention. Remy filled his mouth with saliva and slid his first two fingers into his mouth, sopping them in moisture. He removed them and then coated his own erection in the wetness. Remy crawled up onto the bed and looked down at Logan with a smile. "Relax, cher. Remy make you feel better." Remy whispered and then pushed himself into Logan's tight body. The saliva made his length slick enough to push all the way in without too much trouble. He kissed Logan again as he pulled out and pushed back in. He repeated the rhythm, each time growing faster and deeper. When he wanted to, the kid could push off his orgasm for an hour. He liked teasing Logan and driving him crazy with his frictioned thrusts.

Logan was panting and growling. He gripped Remy's hips and pulled the kid into a faster pace. "You gonna come, kid? Or are you just teasin?"

"Oui mon amour. I come so good for you, non?" Remy said in a tired voice. It had been a half an hour since they started, and Remy had to admit he couldn't contain himself. Remy took fistfuls of comforter in his hands, that had been planted on either side of Logan, and closed his eyes tightly. Remy's breath caught as he pushed deep into Logan and succumbed to pleasant tremors as he climaxed. He shook and panted as he removed himself. He opened his eyes and looked for any sign, in Logan's relaxed expression, that he pleased him. "Remy good, non? Logan feel better, now?" Remy lay on his side and snuggled close to Logan.

"Mm. Yea kid. Yer damn good. Where'd you learn that spit trick?" Logan held Remy close and closed his eyes to rest.

Remy grew silent and still. His cheeks blushed red but, his face flushed pale. "A long time ago, cher. It was de only t'ing Remy have t' use." He whispered and looked up to see Logan's expression harden. "You angry wit' me, Logan? I not do it 'gain cher. Promise."

"S'ok kid." Logan removed his arm and sat up to get dressed. "Get under the blanket. Ya don't need ta catch cold. I'll go make ya some soup."

"Oui."

As Logan finished getting dressed in the same clothes, Remy moved and climbed under the thick comforter. Zipping up, he turned around and tucked Remy in, pulling the thick downe blanket up to the young man's pale chin. They kissed and Logan hurried out of the room, leaving Remy alone to stare out the window at the rain. The light beside him seemed his only friend. Remy pulled his arms free and shifted himself so that he leaned against the wooden headboard. The coffee mug had cooled and Remy took it in his hands. His hands glowed a faint red as he heated up the coffee. Taking a sip, he continued to stare out the window at the end of the bed.

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Logan screamed and sat up. Breathing heavily, he threw the sheet off of him and got out of bed. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the room and then glanced at the clock on the nightstand, 9:30 AM. His heart pounded, achingly in his chest. Sweat drenched him and his clothes. He removed his muscle shirt and boxers before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

He stood under the shower head and closed his eyes. Letting the luke warm water run over him, he briefly replayed the dreams. He didn't understand how he could have been so violent towards Remy. Even after telling the kid he loved him, he had managed to betray the kid's false hopes and level Remy. Kneeling under the water, Logan couldn't help but sob long and hard in shame. He sat there crying until he couldn't anymore.

Logan had dressed himself in nice clothes and dabbed cologne on his neck. He checked himself in the mirror and then dashed out the door, down the stairs- only stopping to grab a blanket from the hall linen closet, and then made a break for Remy's grave. On the way, he bumped into and nearly knocked over Jean.

"Logan, are you ok? Where are you going? Fancy picnic? What's going on?" Jean stood in between him and the kitchen door. She had planted herself firmly in place and was going to use force if he tried to worm out of an explanation. Folding her arms in front of her, she tapped her foot on the floor and waited.

"Jeannie, I--" Logan stopped himself and thought of how to explain the past few weeks. "Come with me." He sighed outwardly and led her out to the polished stone.

"Who is this? I thought you didn't have a memory before 20 years ago. Now, you and Professor go out and find a corpse to bury on the lawn? Start talking, Logan." She watched as he had spread the blanket out and sat down beside the headstone. He patted the seat next to him, and waited for her to give in.

Logan held his breath as he thought of how to word it. He closed his eyes and just started talking. "This is Remy LeBeau. He was a kid I apparently knew in the late 20s. Anyway, about 4 weeks ago, I started havin these dreams with the kid in them. This 'dream love affair' has been goin on for three weeks. Two weeks ago, Charles and I traced his address down and brought him here. Jean, the kid and I-- err... we were...." A sheepish grin on his face.

"I understand." Jean smiled and brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"Not quite. It ended up, I killed him after I.....uhhh...." Logan rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous twitch. "Jeannie, I can't keep these dreams to myself anymore. I thought bringin him here and talkin to him would stop the dreams and the torture of his soul but, lately I've been havin nightmares of how I treated him before he died. If I could just hold him and tell him how sorry I am, I'd move the stars for him."

"If you'll let me, I'll try to help. But, I need to see what happened. Is that alright?" Jean said, nervously.

Logan nodded and sat there patiently while she viewed his memory.

To Be Continued, once again...........
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