"Mornin', Cajun."
Remy yawned and nodded, heading for the coffee-pot. He growled when he noted it was empty and started a new pot. Logan snickered. Remy stuck his tongue out at him. Logan settled behind him, hands sliding down soft denim at the join of Remy's hip and leg. He slid one finger into the tear near the fly and stroked the even softer skin inside the jeans.
Remy ground back against him. "Mission go okay?"
"Oui. Jubes and Jono made their bones. Missed y', amour."
"Missed ya too, pet. We're goin' out tonight. Dress up to match yer collar."
"Slut or decadent?"
"Decadent. Come to my room at six. We're skippin' dinner."
"Oui, boss."
"Logan, stop groping the thief in the kitchen," Scott ordered. "Gambit, my report?"
"On y'r desk, Cyke."
"Good. Don't damage him. I need him in the morning to negotiate with Frost."
"Don't worry, One-Eye, he'll be fine."
Scott smirked at them for a moment, then left.
*****
Remy fussed with the tight French braid, pulling out wisps of bangs to give the impression that it had been hastily neatened. He pulled on the black velvet duster and grinned. He slipped into Logan's room and settled on his knees by the door, coat pooling around him.
Logan grinned at the sight that greeted him as he left the bathroom. Red leather pants caressed the boy's thighs. A French cuffed white silk shirt laced up the front and hung partly open, highlighting the long column of throat and slender hands. Black nail polish and silver rings adorned the long fingers. A silver ring glittered in Remy's lobe. Black kohl drew attention to his eyes which most would assume were contacts. Logan tightened the wide red collar around Remy's neck, settling the symbol in the center. He noted with approval that the claiming bracelet still peeked form beneath the open cuffs. He tugged the pants down and added a butt plug and his favorite cock harness and ring to the ensemble. Remy pulled his pants back into place and settled on his knees at Logan's gesture.
Logan finished dressing. His tight tee and leather jacket over leather pants and boots were a striking contrast to the fallen angel at his feet. "Get the bag."
Remy put the leather bag over his shoulder. He followed Logan quietly past the dining room. Every eye watched them pass and Remy lifted his chin arrogantly at them. Rogue gaped. "Hot?" Bobby queried icing up the seat of her chair.
"Bobby!" she squealed.
Remy snickered softly. He settled into the passenger side of his Porsche. Logan fished in the bag and pulled out a set of metal shackles. They were specially made to close with pins. Logan locked one of Remy's wrists, sliding the pin in until the button on the bottom clicked up. It took two hands to release the pin. "Gimme yer wrist, pet."
Remy whimpered, but complied. He had six inches of play between his hands. Logan pushed them to Remy's lap and strapped them down with the seatbelt. Once Remy was thus bound, Logan located the shiny silver-colored nipple clamps and connecting chain at the bottom of the bag and pulled them out. "Remy'll be good, boss, sil vous plait, non, don'."
"Shut up, pet." Logan reached into the shirt and fastened them on. Remy wriggled for a moment then stopped with a gasp as the butt plug reminded him of its presence. Logan started the car.
*****
Remy looked up at Logan with wide eyes. He didn't recognize the towering façade. Logan merely clipped on a leash and tugged as he shouldered the bag. Remy lowered his eyes and followed, every breath setting off a cascade of sensations. Security scanned the guest list, then admitted them.
The room was washed with musk and pheremones and perfume and sandlewood smoke. Remy moved next to Logan and the Canadian patted his ass. He was obviously looking for someone. He tugged on the leash and Remy followed on silent feet.
"You made it!" a familiar voice called out. Logan returned Lucinda's hug. She turned to Remy who bowed.
"Madame Lucinda."
"My, my, Logan, you have been busy."
Remy's eyes dropped to her boots as she looked him over. She stroked his coat.
"I'm sure we have something to hold him. He looks lovely. What a pretty collar. What does it say?"
"Pet."
She laughed. "Enjoy. If you need *anything* let the staff know." She kissed Logan fully. Remy fought down the wave of jealousy. Logan led Remy through the crowd to a table that gave him a good view of the stage. Remy settled at his feet with no hesitation. His eyes were fixed on the floor. He didn't look up when his leash was tied to the arm of the chair. His stomach was grumbling and he knew he'd get nothing if he pissed Logan off. He heard the crack of a whip and pressed against Logan's leg for comfort.
Logan's attention was fixed on the stage in fascination. It really was Emma Frost. He didn't recognize her slave – his face was covered with a thick leather mask. She fixed him to the frame and let him stew while she pulled an opera length white glove onto her whip hand. Then, she began. Logan set a soothing hand on Remy's head.
Remy's eyes drifted up, unable to stay still without seeing what was happening. He saw Emma draw blood with an expert hand. He buried his face against Logan's lap, breathing in leather and arousal. Logan turned him to face the stage. "It's okay, pet. Watch." Remy shivered under Logan's fingers.
"Boss, sil vous plait."
"Watch." Logan's voice held steel. Remy's eyes fixed on the slender whip. "See his cock, pet? He's hard and lovin' every touch of that whip. He needs it so bad. He needs punishin'. She ain't lettin' him come yet. See how his cock's achin' fer her?"
Remy nodded. The press of arousal, jealousy, pleasure, pain, love, lust and anger was almost too much. His head was spinning. There were too many people in one place. He strengthened his shields, just as Emma's cold, calculating rhythm broke. She hissed at the slave and beat him harshly. He came, thrusting against his bonds. Two other slaves supported him off the stage a moment later.
Remy quivered between Logan's knees. Logan knew the thief was caught in memories. He pressed his wine glass to Remy's lips and the boy sipped automatically. Logan fed him bits of steak, bread and wine until he was sure that Remy's attention was focussed solely on him. Remy sucked the juice from Logan's fingers. He realized suddenly that he'd missed the pampering of being fed. He shifted, trying to ease the pressure on his cock. "Stay, pet," Logan stated, rising to go to the bathroom.
Remy was aware of eyes on him, but he didn't raise his gaze to find out who was looking at him. He felt a hand wrap around his braid and tug. He looked up to find Emma Frost looking down at him. She smiled. "I wondered if that was you. And who is your owner tonight, boy?"
"M. Logan, Mademoiselle Emma."
"I'll just wait for him then. She settled into one of the chairs and crossed her legs. Remy lifted his chin, but fastened his eyes on the floor.
"Emma, there you are. Thank you for taking care of Joey," Lucinda said, offering the White Queen a glass of champagne.
"You must take a break, my dear. This pace will kill you."
Lucinda smiled. "I enjoy it." She settled into Logan's seat and stroked Remy's head absently. He closed his eyes.
"Ain't this a sight," Logan grinned. He took the third chair without complaint. "Nice skirt, Frosty."
"Careful, Logan, I'll tell Summers where you've been."
Remy couldn't muffle the snicker. "Somethin' funny pet?"
"Oui, boss," Remy said. Logan raised a brow. "Really?"
"Just got a vision of Scotty tryin' t' put a leash on y', boss."
"Oh?" Emma leaned forward. "Let me see."
Remy dropped his shield just enough for her to catch the image. She shared it with Logan and Lucinda. "Ya think that's funny, pet?" Logan forced his twitching lips into a frown. "There's a gag in the bag, Lucinda. Would ya mind?"
"Of course not." She pushed the rubber ball past Remy's teeth and fastened it tightly. Remy whined and she patted his head. "How have you been, Logan?"
"Not bad, Darlin'. Not bad. Things've changed a bit at home as ya see. Spend most of my spare time trainin'. Still mouths off."
"A naughty boy, hmm?" Emma asked. "There are ways to cure that."
Remy whimpered. Surely Logan wouldn't let her touch him.
"I got my ways. Was that yer boy on stage?"
"No, mine," Lucinda smiled. "I really should get back to work." She patted Remy's head.
"Don't work too hard, Darlin'."
"I won't." She smiled. "Emma."
"Lucy." Emma turned her attention back to the kneeling Cajun. "So much clothing, Logan, I'm surprised." Logan smirked.
"All mine, Emma. All mine. Look at him though. My own personal demon. Look here, pet." Remy's eyes tracked Logan's fingers. Emma licked her lips. The red on black eyes were glowing. Remy's cheeks were flushed with arousal. His mouth was held open, teeth imbedded in hard black rubber. He looked dangerous and sulky and sweet.
She lifted his wrists by the chain to investigate the design. She raised her brows. "He can't pick these?"
"Someday maybe," Logan grinned. "When he grows a third hand."
Emma smiled. Remy shivered. He whined, begging for his boss to claim him so she'd leave him alone. "He's being surprisingly good."
"He don't act up in public much."
"Pity. I was hoping to see him up on that stage."
"Not tonight."
Emma sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
Logan nodded and Remy dipped his head in acknowledgment. She left them. Logan freed Remy's leash from the chair.
"Come, pet." Remy followed trying not to pay attention to the starburst of pleasure the shifting plug in his ass created as he walked. Logan picked out Remy's purr over the helpless whimpers in his throat. He led Remy downstairs. In the hall, Remy heard whips and chains. He moved closer to Logan, shivering. He searched his mind for anything he'd done wrong. He'd been trying so hard to be good.
"Hush, boy. We're just gonna watch, pet." Logan stroked Remy's cheek above the strap of the gag. "Ya been good, pet. Don't ruin it. Yer boss knows best."
Remy nodded and rubbed his cheek against Logan's fingers. The public dungeon was full. "Let yerself feel them, pet." Remy swallowed convulsively. Logan settled into a leather armchair. Remy dropped to kneel between Logan's knees, eyes down. "Watch, pet," Logan said, turning the boy to face the room. Remy settled his cheek against Logan's thigh. He spread his knees, highlighting the throbbing heat between his legs. Logan's hand slipped under the silk shirt and tugged at the chain between the nipple clamps.
Remy jumped, twisted and froze when his body clenched around the plug. He moaned and Logan's smile grew. Logan pressed his knees against the Cajun's shoulders, keeping him lightly confined. The air was filled with moans and cracks and begging and whimpers. Remy lowered his shields and let //pain, pleasure, ecstacy, lust, love, yearning, need// run over him. He sobbed. Logan stroked Remy's throat and collar bone. Remy trembled. It was too much, too much to take.
The boy was going to bolt. "Down." Remy looked up at him with wild eyes, then dropped his forehead obediently to the floor. Logan locked Remy's ankles together, leaving him one inch of movement. He swiftly released one wrist and rebound the thief's arms behind him. "Up." Remy sat up a constant whine in his throat. He was on display and Logan wouldn't like him wriggling about, but he shifted until he was balanced once more. Logan's hands clamped down on his shoulders, directing his view to one of the closer couples.
"Look at how she's spread, pet. See the little trail of wetness sliding down her thigh?" Remy nodded. He needed to come so badly and his charm slid out to feel her arousal. The ring at the base of his cock wouldn't let him come. He leaned his head back against Logan's groin. Logan was hard and ready.
He released the gag. Remy licked his lips. "Suck me, pet."
Remy shifted to comply. A drop of sweat tracked down his temple. Logan wiped it away tenderly. Logan's cock bobbed free of his pants and Remy sucked eagerly, desperate to please. Logan came swamping his pet with intolerable pleasure. Remy sobbed at the intensity of his frustration. His hips sought pleasure as he nuzzled Logan's balls. Logan was content to let him lick and suck and nip as he would, eyes fastened on the blood that tracked down the slender back of the young man he'd been watching as Remy brought him off.
He wrapped the leash around his hand, keeping Remy to his task as he watched the whipping continue. The slave was firmly muzzled with leather, his legs forced apart by a spreader bar. Someday, Logan promised himself. But for the moment, it was time to talk to Scott.
"Hello, Logan."
"Steve. Good to see you."
"This yours?" The man raised one raven colored brow.
"Yep."
"Not your usual style."
Logan shrugged. Remy shivered at the sight of rolling muscle. "Pretty enough."
"Obedient?"
"Sometimes."
"Enjoy. I'll talk to you later."
"See ya."
"Boss, sil vous plait, boss, need t' come. Please, boss. Can' take it me."
Remy begged sweetly, but Logan wasn't going to crumble. His thief's eyes were dilated nearly full black. His lips were once more wrapped around Logan's hard cock. "Down." Logan released the leash and Remy folded down to press his forehead to the floor. "I know what ya can take, pet," he growled.
Remy sobbed. Every breath made him *feel* too much. The pain at his nipples as the chain shifted, the intruder hard in his ass, the tight grip around the base of his cock, the leaking head of his erection against leather, the sweat in his hair, the flush in his cheeks, the warm metal around his wrists, and the tight hold on his ankles. He was whimpering constantly. Logan heard the pure. Remy's fingers fisted.
"Boss, sil vous plait. Remy'll make y' feel so good, y' let him come."
Remy thrust mindlessly. Logan watched in amusement. "Up." Remy struggled with that order, eyes watering, chest heaving. He'd do anything, anything to please his boss. Anything. Logan steadied him and undid the hobble. He led Remy up to the private rooms. Remy was completely unaware of anything except for the tug of the leash, his own arousal and Logan's voice.
Then, his pants were open. Logan's fingers were stroking along his dark, straining cock. Logan released the cock ring. "Come, pet." Remy came, broadcasting his pleasure to the room. Logan ground his teeth. He wanted to come buried inside his pet. "Knees. Open up, pet."
Remy followed the order, eyes dazed. Logan fucked the pretty mouth. He came when Remy swallowed compulsively around him.
Logan tucked the boy into his pants, re-instating the cock ring. Then, settled him in the cozy armchair with a fond kiss to his forehead. He himself flopped into the other chair in front of the fireplace.
"Sweet Jesus, what was that?" Lucinda asked after a long moment.
"Charm. Broadcast his orgasm."
"You interested in selling him?" Her husband's eyes flashed in jealousy, but he had to admit that it was a mindbending experience.
"Never. Boy's all mine, Darlin'. All mine."
FINIS
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