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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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Jean sat there and took in all that she saw in Logan's mind. She was quiet for a long while. Wiping her tears away, she looked over at Logan and forced her anger to subside. "If he was here now, talking to you instead of me, what do you think he'd do? What would he say if he heard what you just told me?"

Logan rubbed the side of the headstone with his thumb, and sighed before answering. "I dunno. In the last dream I told him how much I cared for him. But, I broke my promise and then broke his heart. Jeannie, I honestly don't remember 1930. And maybe the safest place for him, is in my dreams. I can't hurt him anymore. But, what happens when he needs to talk and I'm not available? He's dead, yea. I see that. It was my fault, and my recklessness that put him there. All he wanted to do was be with me. I took that away from him. How do I apologise for that? I held him once, and I don't remember it. I tasted his kisses and now I can't even remember how good he kissed. Talking to a piece of stone and a body stuffed in a packing crate ain't exactly my idea of a second chance, ya know?" Logan stopped and turned towards Jean.

"I saw Cerebro and the Danger Room in your mind, is there still a connection to him?" Jean asked, playing with a piece of grass.

"Yea, I guess. I haven't been able to talk to him since we went to Louisiana."

"Hmm."

They sat there for the rest of the afternoon and talked. They talked until dinner time, and for once, Logan had an appetite. Logan helped Jean up and folded the blanket. They walked hand in hand back to the mansion for dinner.

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Logan stumbled through the door. A bottle of Vodka in his hand. He looked around the entranceway and found half of the house's lights on, and not a sign of Remy. He heard a giggle coming from livingroom. Logan turned his head to see Remy sitting on the sofa with a young woman who was teasing and tickling Remy. She had been trying to unbutton his shirt when she noticed him coming closer. Logan growled and swayed, trying to focus his attention on the girl who was toying with his property.

The girl sat up and dropped her hands from Remy. She screamed in horror at the beast of a man who was growling and baring his teeth like a wolf might. Her white blouse had been open and she hurried to fasten it. The girl dodged Logan's attacks and ran from the house, screaming.

Logan turned his attention to the Cajun, who had huddled in a corner. Six razor sharp claws were free from his hands. He didn't care. Finding Remy, Logan pulled him to his feet and spat vile words while shaking the young man senseless. "What in the Hell was she doin here? HUH?! Did you fuck her, too?" Logan looked into red on black eyes and smelled the fear dripping off of the kid. "You did, didn't ya? Was she good?"

"Non cher! we just talk."

"Was she good, boy?"

"Logan, Please! Remy didn' fuck nobody!"

"Did ya use yer tricks on her to?"

"Logan we waitin' fo' you. She new in town."

Remy stared at the 6 claws that came within centimetres of his face. Logan had hold of the front of Remy's shirt and lifted him up off the floor. Remy was trembling. He'd never seen Logan's claws this close before. Squeezing his eyes shut, Remy had tried to control his bladder but a warm trickle spilled down his leg and onto the giant imported rug. Remy flinched when Logan let him down and shoved him to the floor. He fell back and tried to shield himself as Logan sliced away his clothes and then hoisted him to his feet again.

"Pissin yerself on my rug? Do ya need me ta clean ya up too?" Logan grunted as he retract his claws and marched a naked and shaking Remy up the stairs and to the right. He pushed Remy through the door and struggled with him to step into the bathtub. There was no shower, so Logan plugged the drain and turned the faucet to near scalding water. When Remy started to scream and whimper and try to get out, Logan held him down. Logan grabbed a brush and lathered it up with soap. He scrubbed the kid nearly raw and then reached for a pitcher and ran some water from the tap, into it. Dumping it over the kid's head, he snorted as Remy covered his face from the water. He washed Remy's hair and then poured more of the hot water over Remy. When Logan let the water out, he grabbed Remy by the arms and hoisted him out. Logan wrapped a towel around Remy and told him to dry himself, while he sat on the toiletseat lid and watched.

Remy sobbed and gingerly patted himself with the towel. It hurt. His body was red and near blistering. He eyed Logan. When he finished, he stood there and did his best not to tremble as Logan inspected him. Remy hugged the towel close to him and waited for Logan to march him into the bedroom and continue his assault or do an about face and apologise profusely.

Instead, Logan stood there and stared calmly at the tall and lanky Cajun. He forced back his rage and asked, "How long she been here?"

"In town? Two weeks. Met 'er yest'day."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Oui." Remy hung his head and lowered his gaze.

"Where?"

"On de floor. In de livingroom." Remy waited to be backhanded or become a pincushion by Logan's claws.

Logan stared at him. He took in the kid's naked, red and now blistering body. "Did you like it?"

"Oui." Remy nodded.

Logan wrapped the towel around the kid and then pushed past him and headed for the bedroom. Remy followed, cautious and confused. Logan went to his side of the bed and pulled out a small brown suitcase from under the bed. Walking to his dresser, he started packing his clothing into the suitcase.

"Where y' goin, cher?"

Logan stopped briefly. He faced his dresser and sighed. "I think it's best if we stay away from each other for awhile. We both need a rest."

"Non. Remy don' wan' y' ta leave. Please cher, don' go? Remy be so good to you, mon cher. Remy never leave yo' side." Remy stood at the end of the bed and dropped to his knees. The towel had fallen to the floor, long ago. Clasping his hands together, he pleaded with Logan to stop packing.

"It aint yer fault, kid. I just--" Logan sighed inwardly and turned around. "I need to cool off. I can't do that around you. Wonderin if I'm gonna knock ya through a wall or somethin. You need laughs, not tears. I know yer exhausted from tip-toein around me. So, I'm gonna go stay in the hotel for awhile."

"You come back, soon, cher?"

"Yea. Come on, get off the floor. Put some lotion on so yer skin don't blister too bad."

"You rub it on me, cher?" Remy stood up and sat on the bed beside Logan's suitcase.

Logan tossed the rest of the clothes into the suitcase and clasped it shut. "Not this time, baby. I uh-- I better get to town before it gets too dark." Logan leaned down to kiss the kid's lips, only to be pulled into a deep embrace. When the embrace broke, Logan went back to his dresser and tossed a red, long-sleeved button up shirt onto the kid's lap.

Remy stood and slipped the long shirt on. He sniffed the collar. It was drenched in Logan's scent. Shaky fingers fastened each of the buttons. The shirt had come down to cover his manhood by literal inches. He'd looked up at Logan before retrieving a clean pair of pants and slipping them on. He smiled at the older man and hugged him.

Walking to the gate and watching Logan close it behind him, Remy put his hands on the bars and made Logan agree to come back in 2 weeks.

"Two weeks. Promise."

"Je t'aime, Logan."

"Yea yea." Logan turned and headed for the waiting taxi on the street. Truth was, he had no intention to come back. He had thought that the kid could use a good woman to cook for him and take care of him, instead of following a drunk around like a scared rabbit.

During the two weeks, Logan hadn't touched a bottle. His appetite had greatly diminished, and he found he paced during the night. Remy was all he thought about. The kid smelled of pepper and crackers. His hair had always smelled of tropical fruit. Logan found himself reclining on the bed, lazily stroking himself through the material of boxers. He let his thoughts of Remy take over as he jacked himself off to the thoughts. Just after each orgasm, he wondered what Remy was doing, and if Remy did the same thing while wearing his shirt.

At the end of the two torturous weeks, Logan decided to take a taxi past the manner and check up on the kid before he left. He'd thought he'd take a quick look and be gone, but a cough stopped him. Standing on the porch, Logan heard a harsh yet faint cough come from inside. He listened again and heard equally faint wheezing and whimpering. Turning back to the taxi, he paid the driver and retrieved his suitcase from the trunk. Hitting the trunk lid in acknowledgement, he hurried inside and put his suitcase down beside the front door. He listened again and heard the kid barking out coughs so fast that it nearly strangled him.

Logan made his way into the kitchen and fixed some chicken soup. Walking carefully with the bowl, he headed upstairs and peeked through the bedroom door that had been open a few inches.

Remy was rolled on his left side, away from the door, and in the middle of the bed. A half full glass of water sat on the bedside table. Eventhough, it was still daylight out, the light was on. Sweat had drenched his hair and skin. A fever. A bad one.

Logan nudged the door open quietly and put the soup down on the table. He went to the bathroom and ran a rag under the cool tap water, before he returned. Logan pushed open the door and walked in. Wheezed, but even breathing told him the kid was asleep. Remy had kicked the heavy covers off and lay there in his black boxershorts. Perfect for Logan to run the cool cloth over Remy's body and try to break the fever. He rolled Remy onto his back and wiped his forehead. Dabbing at Remy's neck, he saw the kid open his eyes.

"Hey kid."

"Y' home?"

"Yea, baby. I'm home."

Remy's body shook horribly as he rolled over and curled his body while his coughed. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. His face turned red as he tried to catch his breath. When the coughs subsided, Remy forced himself to sit up and drunkenly threw his arms around Logan and hug him. "Missed you, cher. Y'eat yet? Remy fix you a nice dinner." He coughed and nearly fell over Logan and out of bed if Logan' hadn't have caught him and laid him back down.

"No. I'm not hungry. But, I made you some soup. Still hot, too. Try some." Logan helped the kid to prop himself up against the headboard and tucked a pillow behind him for comfort.

Remy lazily sat there and let Logan feed him the soup by the spoonful. Every once in a while, Remy would stop and turn his head away to torture himself with coughing fits that tended to last too long. A few times, he had had his mouthful and tried to catch it as it dribbled down his chin. Logan had also tried to help by wiping up the spilled soup and waiting patiently for the fits to quit.

When they finished the soup, Logan lay Remy back down and gathered up the forgotten covers that were hanging off the end of the bed. He tucked Remy in and then excused himself to rinse out the cloth and resume wiping Remy's body down. As Logan ran the cloth over Remy's chest and stomach, he asked how he caught the cold he suffered from.

"De car broke down, started raining. Was stranded an' 'ad t' walk home. Was days ago."

"Did you call the doc?"

"Non. Remy take care o' hisself."

A short coughing fit.

"And ya got a fever of 102. But, I'm here now. Want some more soup?"

"Non. Remy too tired, cher."

"Aight. You get some rest. I'll check on ya in a while." Logan started to get up but Remy grabbed his wrist.

"Stay. No see you in two weeks, and Remy feel awful. Please?"

"Okay. But, I'm gonna get you some fresh water and more soup." Logan grabbed the bowl and glass on the table and hurried downstairs.

As he came back up stairs, he heard coughing again and then a toilet flush. Replacing the soup and glass on the table, Logan hurried over to the bathroom to see Remy kneeling on the floor, in front of the toilet with his head draped over the bowl.

Remy heaved again. His body shook as his limbs fought to keep from collapsing.

Logan knelt beside him pulled Remy's long auburn hair out of the way. He reached up and flushed again. Remy had laid his head on his arm, as it rested on the cool plastic seat. He was asleep, again. Logan held the cloth and pulled Remy back to rest his head on Logan's shoulder. Taking the cloth, Logan pushed Remy's lips apart and wiped his mouth out with the cloth. He reached up to the sink that sat in between the toilet and the door, and tossed the cloth over the side of the bowl.

Carefully, he picked Remy up and carried him back to the bedroom. Remy breathed softly on Logan's neck and nuzzled his head into Logan's right shoulder. The kid lost weight. Or had he always been that skinny?

Logan walked around to his side of the bed and laid the still sleeping Cajun in the middle fo the bed, again. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in beside him. Pulling the comforter up around them, he held Remy tightly as they slept.

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Sitting up, Logan asked out loud to no one in particular, "Is that how you remember me? Mean and cruel and only nice when yer sick?"

He lay back down and closed his eyes.

"Non, mon amour. I show you more." Remy's voice seeped into his mind like ooze.

New Year's Eve day, 1929. Logan helped Remy change the bedding. Remy was on his side, fixing the corner by the nightstand and Logan was on his side putting the pillows in the cases. Logan watched Remy become so swept up in the corner that he knew Remy wouldn't know what hit him if he threw a pillow at him. So, he did. Remy looked up in shock as Logan started to laugh.

Remy grabbed the pillow and took a swing at Logan. He laughed softly and backed up as Logan crawled across the bed and pulled Remy onto the mattress. They rolled around and laughed as they swatted each other with pillows before giving in and laying side by side, panting and laughing.

Another dream was of eating dinner at opposite ends of the table and sliding the Salt and Pepper shakers back and forth. Remy accidentally hit the Salt shaker a bit hard and sent it sailing off to the right before both of them watched it land on the floor. Saying "Oops" together in unison made them laugh again.

Another dream was of Logan lying naked, on his back, on the bed, and casually watching Remy ride him while Logan smoked his cigar. Logan smiled as Remy gasped and panted in slow, rhythmic thrusts. Logan tensed, taking in a mouthful of smoke, and grinned as Remy reached down and stroked himself to the same rhythm that he was riding Logan in.

Logan took the cigar from his lips and reached beside him for the ashtray. Snuffing out his cigar, and tilting his head back to blow out the smoke, he placed a hand on Remy's eager erection and the other behind Remy to massage his tailbone.

Remy gasped and leaned forward. Their pace quickened. Finally, Remy tensed and strangled a loud gasp as both his and Logan came, simultaneously. Hot, thick come spread over Logan's stomach. Remy had finished but, Logan was still coming and had started thrusting up into the near-spent Cajun.

Remy removed Logan, after the Canadian had finished his orgasm, and lay to the left, beside him. He rolled onto his side and face Logan. Logan hadn't moved. He dabbed a finger at the clear fluid on Logan's stomach and started to move it to his lip when Logan caught his hand. Taking the fingers into his mouth, he sucked on them. Logan loved the way the kid's come tasted; salty yet sweet. He sucked each one thoroughly.

When Logan had finished, he grinned again and then rolled them both so that Logan hovered over the tired Cajun. Greedily, he let his mouth suck on the Cajun's long length as a hand cupped the hairless balls beneath it. He rolled the sack around in his hand and ran his tongue up the side of the shaft. He smiled and watched Remy's expression change from amused to frenzied passion. Stabbing his tongue at the slit, he lapped at the small bit of pre-come that rose to the surface. Logan knew full well he was driving Remy crazy. He liked it that way. It had been the only time the kid's experience at having sex didn't bother him. People in that profession don't really get the chance to be pleasured. He was hard again. It ached for Remy. And he had to have him.

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Logan woke. It was mid-evening, just after dinner. He wasn't hungry. Instead, he went for a ride on his bike. He rode nearly all night. Sticking mainly to the roads on the outskirts of town. He stopped and spent an hour at the bluff, overlooking the city. Leaning on his bike, watching the city lights twinkle and fade and light up again. He thoughts replayed the past 4 weeks.

He wondered why the kid had been absent from talking to him for two weeks. He also wondered why he still couldn't remember 1930 for himself. Let alone the great relationship he had had with the cozy and calm Cajun. He sighed and started up his bike. Riding back down the hill, he had stopped for the red light. A car pulled up beside him and he watched from the corner of his eye as the two figures inside embraced and held hands. The light turned green but, he hadn't moved. He sat alone, revving his engine under the lonely street light and sighing.

Shaking off his depression, he revved the engine one last time and then headed home.

Over the next three weeks, he had made countless trips back to Port Allen to purchase the old LeBeau manner. He had found out that the afternoon before he was killed, Remy had transferred the house title to to Logan's name. And almost soon after, Logan took to restoring it and dragging all of the furniture and art out of the basement. Remy had shown him what he had to the house years after Remy was buried. He thanked the kid graciously.

When he did return to Westchester, he spent two days sleeping and watching television.

One afternoon, Jubilee walked through the livingroom, looking through the mail. "Oh, Logan, there's someone here to see ya." She said, not bothering to look up from the mail.

"Who?"

"I don't know, some guy. He said he'd wait for ya outside."

Logan got up and cautiously walked to the front door. Opening the door, he looked out to find no one on the porch. Suddenly, he eyes caught a thin figure dressed in black, with a ponytail and wearing a backwards matching baseball cap. The figure sat atop the shiny white headstone and faced away from the house.

Logan narrowed his eyes and walked closer to the figure. At first he thought it was Jean playing a joke on him. Then, he came closer. Stopping a distance behind, just off the figure's right shoulder, he growled and snapped at the figure to get off the headstone.

"Je suis desole. Didn' know de seat was taken." The voice spoke, softly but loud enough for Logan to hear the accent.

Logan's eyes widened and he hurried around to face the figure.

Still sitting on the headstone, with his legs open to help him keep his balance, sat a sunglassed, thin and auburn haired figure. Palms resting on beside him on the stone, he shrugged but kept his composure. He was dressed in black denim jeans that hugged his slim body like a second skin and matching shirt that was tucked in and pulled up to create a pillow like effect.

"Remy?!"

"Oui, cher."

"That's you?"

"Oui, cher. You miss me or somet'in?"

Logan came closer and took the young man in his arms. Hugging him and smiling as the figure hugged him back. Logan took in the kid's scent. Pepper and tropical fruit. His skin was soft and smooth. His tan had been lost but, nothing he couldn't work on.

"How?"

"Monsieur Xavier, he bring me back. After you come back from Port Allen, he an' dat machine, dey make Remy's head spin. Gave Remy dis bracelet. Never take it off. Or, poof." Remy pushed back his right sleeve and showed Logan the half-inch wide silver bracelet that curved in an odd yet symmetrical pattern, and in each space between the patterns was a different coloured diamond.

"You're here?"

"Oui, cher. You feel ok, mon amour?"

"Forever?"

"Oui. You tell Remy till your dyin' breath, mon couer."

Logan hugged Remy again and kissed him on the lips, passionately.

Remy hopped off of the headstone and let a giddy Logan lead him back to the house and inside to meet his new family.

Logan introduced him to the rest of the team and then showed him his new quarters; Logan's room.

They had sat on the bed and talked for hours about everything. And just before snuggling into each other's arms, Logan looked at Remy and asked, "I know I don't deserve this but, I'm willin to share my heart with you. If you'll have me?"

"Course, cher. Remy only need you in his life." Remy kissed Logan again and promptly fell sound asleep on Logan's chest.

THE END!
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