Case File #412

The phone rang at 7.30, waking Remy from a good sleep. Rolling over from his stomach, he reached for the phone that sat on the bedside table and flipped it open, "City Morgue...?"

"Ah, haha..... Remy, you aren't dead yet," Keith laughed. "How are you feeling, love?"

Remy sat up and took a deep breath. "So far, de pain is numbing. Gettin' kinda hungry, though. Ya comin' back soon?"

Keith stood at the countre of a take away shack of tropical cuisine. Spotting a handsome young man who was bending over to take something out of the oven, he smiled and remembered Remy on the line. "Soon, love. I'll bring you something to eat, and should be back in a few minutes."

With the way Keith answered him, Remy could tell he had been more than a little distracted so, Remy decided to even the ground. Sinking back into the bed, and letting his hand roam down his chest to his hip, he moaned silently and smirked to himself. "What if I say dat I don't hurt as much....?"

"Give me ten minutes."

Remy smiled even more as he hung up and sank back down to lay flat on his back. "He'll be here in 8," he laughed to himself and closed his eyes. Groaning to himself that possibly, Ramsie wouldn't let him off the hook that easily, Remy forced himself up and out of bed. He forced himself to wobble over to the bathroom and into the shower.

After spending a quick few minutes in the shower, Remy turned the water off in time to hear the front door close. He smirked to himself as he reached for the towel and dried himself before stepping out of the tub. Draping the towel over his head and mussing the towel to hurry his hair drying, Remy opened the door and stepped into the room to be greeted by an eager Keith. "Did you run over here?" Remy chided the man who now kissed his chest and left shoulder gingerly.

Ramsie smiled and blushed, trying to hide his panting from the jog from the street to the door. Pulling the towel over his head too, so they were both covered under it, Keith started kissing Remy and giggling. "I understand you feel better?"

"Ya do, huh?"

Keith nodded.

"You think Remy is ready for a little excitement, non?" Remy smirked.

"I hope so." Kissing Remy's lips one ast time, Keith slid down to kneel at his lover's feet and admire Remy's manhood that now stood at attention. Lightly licking it and kissing the tip, Keith glanced up to see if Remy was enjoying it. The smile on Remy's face drove him on to make Remy come right there but, it was Remy's hands on his shoulders that were gently pushing him back and guiding him to stand up.

Remy started to gently pull Keith's blue T-shirt up and over his head before kissing him and then starting on Keith's jeans. Letting the jeans fall to the floor, with a little tug, they kissed again pressed their bodies together, wrapping their arms around each other's naked waist. "Ya go lay down, huh? Remy'll take some aspirin, den join ya, non?" A soft and coy whisper as Keith smiled and obeyed. Turning to the sink, he sighed and reached for the bottle of pain killers and a bottle of water. Downing two pills and a swallow of water, he turned back to see Keith laying on his back, in the middle of the bed, waiting for him.

Remy took slow strides walking over to the bed, and then slithering his way up Keith's legs only to stop and lay down so that he was face to face with Keith's erection. Remy let his fingers tease their way up Keith's long legs, and gingerly grasp the firm appendage before letting his tongue swirl along the sides. Smirking and leaning over, as he lay to the left of Keith, Remy let his mouth cover the erection inch by inch until the head was neatly nestled at the back of his mouth.

Laying there and enjoying every sensation, Ramsie closed his eyes and rest his head back against the headboard. He lay there for a minute before his phone rang. A slight groan came from Remy as he picked it up from laying beside him, where he had tossed it as he walked in, "What?"

The voice on the other end was telling him something that only Ramsie could hear.

"Alright, fine." Keith grunted and shifted as Remy sucked a bit harder. "Yes, I know what day it is. We'll be there." It was obvious he was clearly getting flustered by not only Remy's actions, but the person on the phone.

That had been what Remy needed to hear from him, and promptly reached up to take the phone from Keith and, without stopping his ministrations, snapped the phone shut and tossed it over the left side of the bed.

Keith had started to writhe and pant and moan as he arched up into Remy's mouth. His fingers twisted into Remy's auburn silk as his moans became louder. He whispered spastic nonsense that streamed together and at time faded in and out of words altogether. With his eyes closed so tightly that wetness welled up in the corners, Keith was oblivious to what Remy was doing. He knew Remy was reaching for something on the floor but, it didn't hit him until a cold wetness shot up into his tight little channel. "AH!" he cried, and calmed as a soft index finger massaged the entrance.

Keeping the entire amount of release in his mouth, Remy climbed up to tilt his head to the left as he kissed his lover's mouth, letting the warm release spill between them. Moans were all Remy heard and a gasp as he entered Keith, feeling two strong hands on his arms. He could hear tight breaths of air between each kiss. As Remy moved to kiss Keith's neck and collarbone, he was able to make out tiny details of the conversation Keith had had on the phone. Remy only shrugged it off but listened with trained ears as he continued to make love to his mate.

Deeper, and deeper still, Keith begged for Remy to give him more. Clawing at the fading bruised back of the man atop him, he found himself whispering more nonsense into Remy's ear, this time of the future plans he had for the both of them. As Remy came inside him, Keith had only dribbled onto his own stomach, letting it collect in a small puddle of climax as they came down from their heated play. He could feel the pounding of Remy's heartbeat as he lay atop Keith, still connected, and panted himself as tired arms wrapped around to hold his lover in content.

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Alisa lay on the bed, arms folded behind her head, cradling it as she stared at the ceiling. She breathed in and out slowly. Closing her eyes, she listened to Logan moving around the room before settling in one spot, on the floor between the bed and the door. She sat up and opened her eyes to quirk a look at him and ask, "what ya doin down dere?"

"You take the bed, I'll sleep here and make sure no one comes through that door." Logan didn't look at her but, merely kept to what he was doing by fluffing the extra pillow and using a bath towel as padding underneath him. "Sides, I'm not too sure your brother would appreciate me in the same bed as his little sister."

Alisa smiled at the thought and added, "Dere's ways around dat, cher. De floor's hard and dirty. How's bout you come up here an' sleep above de covers, plenty o' room? Unlike Remy, I don't bite,...... much." Her smile grew even more as he was thinking it over. Knowing she had won him over, Alisa sat up and watched as he stood up and walked around to the vacant side of the bed and arranged himself atop it. "Good. I'll go get my pjs on, den night night, oui?"

"Okay." Logan was unsure Remy would really approve but, he found himself unable to resist her charms, and it was much more comfortable on the bed than the hard floor. It was a struggle to remind himself who she was, and what she was but it was tempting to make sure that it was Alisa, and not Remy who was going to sleep beside him. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to count to ten, he prayed to keep his emotions under control for the whole night. He found himself lost in glimpses of the night in Remy's room, and the sweet love they made. A moan escaped him as he moved a hand down to adjust himself, and then remembering where he was. Waking himself from the fantasy, Logan checked the room to make sure she was still in the bathroom.

When she came back, Alisa had changed into an old football jersey with the number 37 on the front and back. Her bare legs were long and slender and hairlessly smooth. The long auburn tresses had been braided into one long braid in back, and except for her breasts and curves, she looked almost Remy's twin. Sighing and making her way over to her side of the bed, she noticed two blue eyes on her. "Somet'in outta place?" Laying down and draping the covers over her slender legs, Alisa gave Logan a coy and innocent look to snap him out of his daze.

Logan cleared his throat and looked away. "Nope. G'night."

"G'nigh', cher." Giggling to herself, Alisa reached over and clicked out the light by the bed before rolling over to snuggle against Logan's right shoulder. "Don' get no ideas, just can' sleep with nothin ta hold."

Smiling a bit, Logan reached over with his left hand and gently held her wrist that rest on his chest. He lie awake and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how Remy was doing, and if he had managed to keep his cover. Reassuring his mind that Remy had been a slippery agent and very close to the vest with his feelings and thoughts, Logan felt silly worrying about a young man who could pretty much handle himself.

"He worries you dat much, huh?"

"Huh?" A shudder ran through Logan as he heard her low voice break the silence. "Not really. You?"

Alisa opened her eyes and sat up to look at him. "A little but, he can take care o' himself. It's Ramsie, I'm worried about."

"Why?" Logan stared at her.

"Since Remy was about 10, he's been kinda taken wit' empty promises by people who tell him dat dey care, den stab him in de back wit' reality. Ain't his fault, I know, but it still hurts ta see him even care de slightest for someone who only ends up usin him. Remy ain't a doormat, ya know?" Alisa's eyes narrowed at the memory of seeing a young Remy having his heart broken as he was pushed away and knocked to the ground by an older, bigger boy, after telling him how Remy felt about him. "Remy don't give his heart out to nobody, anymore. If dey don't earn it, dey ain't never gonna get it."

Logan didn't answer as he thought long and hard about the young man, and then focused on the intense night in Remy's room. Waving her back to lay down, he found himself thinking about the heat in Remy's eyes and the way Remy had always looked at him, as if screaming for affection from underneath his stoic self. Another glimpse snapped into his mind, this of the shower moment, and Remy telling him that sleeping with someone and loving them, were two entirely different things. Logan started to question the reasons behind Remy joining the CIA, and if they connected at all.

He listened a moment, she was asleep. Closing his eyes, Logan sighed inwardly and forced himself to relax and sleep. The awkwardness of him just laying there in his jeans, and her in just a shirt, had subsided for long enough and his mind had let him picture Remy beside him.

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Remy started to doze as he lay there beside his lover. The play had been a little too much for his recovering body but, nonetheless, he enjoyed it. Laying on their sides, with Remy holding close against Keith's back, light breathing in Keith's ear and tiny moaning as light brushes of fingertips caressed his left thigh. Planting kisses on Keith's neck, Remy whispered softly in his ear, "I think you've been waitin on dat one for a few days, non?"

Keith smiled and pressed his bottom against Remy's pelvis. "I've just missed your touch so bad, Remy. I wasn't expecting you to be in the shape you're in. I was wanting to show you off on the beach." Shifting to lay on his stomach and prop himself up on his elbows while he stared over at Remy, he added, "That's okay, though. I get to keep you in my bed as long as I want. And in 3 days, you and I won't ever have to leave the mattress again."

Reaching up to brush away a lock of sweat-dampened hair, Remy looked up at him with a question in his eyes, "What's in t'ree days?"

"Three days, you and I will have one more deal behind us, and then the Columbians will be coming to us for their deals." Keith smiled smugly to himself.

"Dis month?"

Keith nodded.

Remy looked confused. He knew he had to get Keith to confirm the date and deal, even if he was the only one to hear it, before moving on and finishing the case. "So, where to now?"

Keith smiled and leaned over for a kiss. "Tomorrow evening, we fly back to the US, lay low for a few days, and then it's all over. By the weekend, we will be living anywhere in the world you want. Paris, Monaco, London, anywhere, my love." Kissing Remy again, Keith gently wrapped an arm around Remy's mid-section and rolled him onto his back. "But, for now, I think it's time I had my way with you.... and you just have to lie there and enjoy it." A wicked grin flashed on his face and gave off a sinister glimpse into his soul as the expression caught the light from the alarm clock by the bed.

"You think I'm just gonna lay here and take it, hehn?"

"Oh, I know you will." Keither straddled Remy's hips and leaned over to kiss him. "Just like I know how it drives you crazy when I'm on top."

Remy smirked and let Keith have his fun, fighting back the urge to turn the tides.

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The next evening, Ramsie, Remy, and Hugo stepped out of the taxi and walked through the terminal door for the airport. With Keith walking on his right side, and Hugo behind them, Remy scanned the terminal for a familiar face. Catching the eye of an obvious tourist who sat on a bench, reading a brochure, they nodded slightly to eachother before looking away. Not breaking his routine, Remy continued to look around the terminal, cautiously.

Keith had caught the nod and glanced over at his young lover. "Is something wrong, Remy dear?"

Squeezing Keith's hand, Remy smiled reassuringly, "Non, just sayin hello. Have ta be casual about dis, remember? Play it cool, an' you could steal City Hall. Ain't dat what you been tellin me for t'ree years?" Dressed in a grey silk, long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans and sunglasses, he had been the exact opposite of Keith.

Keith liked to look good, so he dressed in a casual peach business suit with black silk shirt and thin white tie. His hair had been combed back and gelled to perfection, as Remy's lay neatly brushed. Smiling back, he nodded and sighed as he held Remy's hand. "Right. You know me so well, my love."

"I hope so."

Getting through the baggage checks and security, Keith sent Hugo over to check in their tickets and flight times while Remy stood staring out the window, overlooking the tarmac. Sitting in a seat and staring at Remy's back, Keith began to wonder about the younger man. He knew it was asking alot of Remy to just up and move at the drop of a hat but, he had never seen the young Cajun this distant in the decision. He stood up and stepped forward to stand beside Remy. "It may not be easy right now, Remy but, it does get easier as time goes on. All the bad things can go away, and after this week, they won't matter to anyone anymore." Finally glancing over to see Remy's passive expression, he caught a faint nod and shrug a moment before Hugo's footsteps changed his mood.

Hugo stood behind the two men and held out three tickets. "I got us on the next flight, in two hours, to New York. The lady said it'd be less crowded." To please his boss, Hugo dressed in his favourite grey Armani suit and looked more like a model than a bodyguard. Handing two tickets to Keith, and tucking his in his inside coat pocket, he waited for orders before moving an inch from where he stood.

"Great. How about something to eat?" Keith smiled and patted Remy's back. "C'mon, I bet you're hungry after that workout last night."

Remy sighed deeply before looking from the tarmac to Keith, and nodding. Letting the older man guide him over to the food court, Remy couldn't convince himself that he was just doing his job. In fact, through the whole meal, Remy found his food was a little hard to swallow without breaking his cover to the man he had been devoted to for three years.

As it came closer to boarding time, Remy had to bite his tongue harder and harder so that he didn't spill what he had worked so hard to achieve. He hadn't felt anyone else love him as much as Keith had, nor did he think that what he had with Logan could be any better. Since joining his department, Remy had learned to put his job first, and personal life on the back burner. However, he found that becoming more and more difficult as he wrestled with happiness and his job.

Their flight had been called and Remy was physically shaking as he walked up to the gate and handed his ticket to the young blonde stewardess. He smiled at her and stood just inside the door as he waited for Keith and Hugo to check in. He heard Keith ask him if he was all right but, shook it off as shoulder pain. Down the ramp and into the scarsely occupied plane, he took his seat and fastened himself in before resting his head on Keith's left shoulder, as the man sat down to his right.

As the plane took off, Remy remembered thinking that this was to be his last hope for a real life.


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