Unenthusiastic and tense, I followed Remy over toward the bed. He stopped briefly by the door to turn off the overhead lights, leaving the room in a soft glow from the burning candles along the walls and the dying fire in the hearth. Motioning me over to the bed, he crossed to the window and pulled the curtains, closing out the city. Then he turned to look at me with an alluring
smile and dropped his robe from his shoulders. I'd trudged over to stand by the side of the bed near one of the posts at the end, waiting and shifting nervously from foot to foot. I expected him to come to me then as he disrobed, throwing the garment on one of the chairs he sauntered by. Instead, he went around me, brushing me lightly on the hip with his fingers to send a
shiver through my body. He stood at the foot of the bed for half a second before leaping into the air with a childish glee, swan-diving into the soft down.

"La vie est bonne!" Remy cried as he landed, the end of the sentence muffled in the mattress.

I had to laugh as he lay spread eagle, face down on the bed for several minutes. Finally he tucked an arm under his head and looked back at me with a ravishing heavy-lidded gaze. He raised his other hand to tap a small drawer fixed in the headboard.

"Dere's some oil in dere." Remy said in a husky voice. "I wan' you to massage my back. Get de tension out. Been a long day, me."

My lips twitched up into a small satisfied smile trying not to give to much away as I jumped at the chance to lull Remy to sleep, putting minutes, perhaps hours, between the inevitable. Alex had spent the better part of a day instructing me on basic and sensual massage. He'd been very complimentary of my touch. And had expressed surprise to find me a natural masseuse. But if he'd talked to Jean he would have known I was good at it. I use to rub her back often. We'd even read a few books on the subject. My typical determination to be the best had made me a quick learner. And inspite of my uptight manner in public, I did have a sensitive side. I just never thought I'd ever have to expose it to Remy Lebeau.

I still needed a good bit of instruction, Alex had said. It would be one of my duties, he'd explained. But I'd been able to put my brother to sleep for several hours. Of course there was no telling how Remy would react.

Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Remy's hips and reached over his shoulder to get the bottle of oil from the drawer. Splashing a few drops onto my hands I worked the liquid between my palms to warm it. The scent was light, a mixture of cinnamon and spice that tingled in my nostrils, reminding me of Christmas. It complimented the rich texture of fabrics on the bed and the soft warm atmosphere of the room. A picture of Jean and me snuggling in front of the fireplace in the house we lived in during our time in Alaska crept into my mind. Snowbound and happy to be alone with just one another, we were semi-retired and far away from the often tense, sometimes tedious world of mutant activity. We felt almost normal. Human.

I shook the image away almost violently. I would not think of Jean on this night. I would NOT think of Jean, I swore inwardly. I would not taint my image of her with the reality of my existence at this moment. Finally believing I'd been able to banish thoughts of her from my mind, I began to spread the oil evenly across Remy's pale smooth back. He wiggled appreciatively and stretched like a cat. Then he settled into the soft mattress, head on his crossed arms, sighing blissfully. My touch was efficient and solid. First, soft downward strokes to establish calm. Next, I kneaded his tense shoulders, digging the tips of my fingers into the hollows, working the oil into his pores to loosen the flesh. As I leaned forward, I listened to his breathing slow as he let out a contented exhale with a quiet murmur.

Running two fingers down either side of his spine, I reached the small of his back, satisfied to feel the muscles twitch between my caress. Using my thumbs, I drove them in a circular manner up his spine, slowly, pressing on each vertabrae one at a time. His muscles continued to quiver for a few seconds until they calmed under my touch. My inward smile grew, but I kept my
facial expression neutral in case he should look up. I was fairly certain he was falling asleep. I couldn't have been more wrong. I'd underestimated him once. Stupid of me to do it again. Perhaps a week without honing my combat skills in the Danger Room was weakening my ability to analyze a situation or read people. Perhaps I wasn't thinking quite clearly, being barraged on all
sides by different levels of pleasure and pain. It was so new for me, all this focus on sensuality. It was draining in ways I didn't expect.

For a long while the only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire and the occasional snap of wax from the candles. Remy seemed to relax completely under my touch. I could have sworn I heard him snore. But in my uncertainty, I kept kneading and smoothing out the tension of his back. My fingers stroked down his side without response. Either he was asleep or just not ticklish at that spot.

Without warning he flipped under me as I slid down his thighs, reaching his soft tight rump with my hands. Our cocks jostled together, one on top the other. For a moment I stared at our nestling flesh, mine rolling gently to the side. Then I glanced back up at Remy. His eyes were barely open, slits of glowing red that gave him a sinister look. His lips were raised in a half smirk bordering on deviousness. He'd put his hands behind his head in a lazy gesture, so different from the calculating look he gave me. It was maddening. And disconcerting. And oh so erotic.  I shut my eyes tightly to break the spell he was weaving. None of that blissful warmth radiated through me. He was keeping his power in check. But the intensity of his eyes drew me in,
tempting me to lose myself in the heady seduction of his being. It could have been so easy to give in to him. He was winning the war with every minute he was near me, with every command he gave me, every soft touch, every kind word, every smoldering look. I was so tired of fighting. So tired of denying the feelings within, the desire I wanted so much to ignore.

When I opened my eyes again, the glow was gone, shut away beneath his lashes. But the smile remained, only softer now, more inviting. I shifted my hips and leaned over him, thinking to massage his torso. But with an unbelievable speed Remy had my forearms trapped in his fists. Suddenly I was underneath him, my head swimming in confusion and astonishment.

He held my arms firmly on the mattress murmuring for me to hold still. There was hardly any need to say this. I was nearly paralyzed by thoughts of what was coming. He bent down to nuzzle the side of my neck, the prickly shadow of hair tickling my flesh. I almost laughed. He began nipping at my throat with his lips. Slithering down my body trailing kisses across my chest, he made his way toward my navel and further. Every touch of his mouth set my nerves on fire. I was sure that my skin would blister. Hot and then cold ran through my veins making me shiver and gasp for air, at once terrified and exhilarated.

When Remy kissed the tip of my shaft I could only let out a gurgle as it hardened and bobbed at the sensation, begging to sheath itself between his lips. But he came back up to claim my mouth instead, rubbing his body against mine in unabashed lust.

Remy's mouth locked to mine and he drove his tongue hard down into my throat sucking away the last of my ragged fearful breath. I writhed and struggled beneath him wanting to throw my arms around him and cling to him desperately, begging him to finish and begging him to stop. Emotion after emotion streamed through me: fury, lust, joy, sadness, despair, gratitude, guilt...love? The thought crept through my mind, sneaking into my consciousness and I began to fight Remy and to fight my betrayl of myself, trying to push him off, to escape that dominating kiss. It was a half-hearted struggle at best. The lust was more consuming. The desire more triumphant.

Sensing I was no longer moving beneath him in complete pleasure, Remy tore his lips away from mine. I began to pant, gulping in air with short, sharp inhalations. Tenderly, he brushed my eyes with his lips.

"Shh...hol' still, cher, hol' still." He looked into my eyes searchingly, holding my gaze. What he was looking for, I couldn't tell. Then he whispered, "Can' lie to you, Scott. Gonna hurt some." He lowered his weight onto me and turned his head, his warm breath brushing my ear as he murmured, "But when I'm t'rough wit' you, you're gonna wonder why you never done dis before.
You're gonna beg me to do it again."

I shuddered violently as he lifted himself back off me. Reaching to the open drawer above my head, he pulled out a tube and sat back, spreading my legs to kneel between them. As I tried to sit up, tempted to fight him, Remy placed a warning hand on my belly, stroking his fingers lightly along the quivering ripples.

"I tol' you to hol' still." He growled. "Now you listen to your Maitre." Touching a finger to the back of my left leg, he ordered me to bend my legs up.

Without thinking, I did as he asked, my mind falling into a fog as he let just a tiny bit of his power run through me, quelling most of my will to fight, but leaving me fully aware of all that was happening. Such control he had. I couldn't help but be impressed. I looked down at him and he flashed a disarming smile, resting his hand possessively on my thigh.

Suddenly I drove my hips into the air away from him as I felt a finger prod my opening. Remy's hand tightened on my leg. "Lay down!" He snarled. Then he ran his hand up my thigh to cup my groin, his voice soft and encouraging, coaxing me back down. A cool moist finger ran along the crack of my ass gently with an easy calming stroke. Still, when it reached the entrance
again, I clenched my muscles tightly, trying to keep it out.

Remy's other hand wrapped around the base of my cock, then, as he said, "Relax, mon cher. Let me in."

It was all I could do not to let him in. I exhaled long and low and he slipped inside with a smooth even caress to my prick. It burned a little going in as it met the friction of my sphincter. But the sensation cooled soon after. Remy let his finger sit there, allowing me to get use to the feeling as he lightly stroked my shaft. I was afraid to move, my breathing remained sharp and shallow, nostrils flaring slightly.

After a minute or two, Remy pushed in until he reached the last knuckle of his finger. Stroking the fleshy walls of my rectum, he sent shivers wracking up and down my spine. I trembled and groaned, my eyelids fluttering in the dim light. "Christ!" I rasped.

"S'okay. Just breat'." Came a whispered command, as his finger began to thrust in and out, slow and easy, carefully. Tears pricked my eyes as I realized he was taking me. This was it, this was all I had left and I was open to him now, vulnerable. I couldn't stop it, and as I took two long deep breaths and the sensation began to feel completely amazing, I knew I didn't
want him to stop. And that tore at my heart even more. But very soon his finger began to fuck me harder as his other hand joined the rhythm and all thoughts fled my mind. I was only a physical being at that moment. I groaned in pleasure and was hardly aware when he added a second finger. Then I could feel him twisting and turning as he thrust, stretching my tight puckered opening. My body was relaxing and my hips began to rock trying to match his pace.

And then Remy was leaning over me, his tongue weaving a path up my stomach all the way to a nipple. He continued to enter me with his fingers, but his hand came away from my cock to support his weight above me as he sucked in the nub. Licking, then blowing on it drew a whimper from me and an exhaled curse, "Fuck!"

I felt a chuckle against my skin and thought I heard a "oui." Then his fingers came away and a cold rush of air blew against my ass. I opened my eyes wide, staring at the canopy above with my mouth open, my breath audible and my fingers clenching and unclenching against the sheets in a nervous jarring rhythm. Lowering my gaze I met Remy's eyes and he gave me another one
of his gorgeous seductive smiles. He was on his knees between my legs leisurely fisting his cock with both hands. I caught my breath at the erotic picture he made and my erection twitched in an instinctive anticipation. His hands worked the hardening flesh, one over the other, stroking and teasing as his fingers swept off the tip to dive back down and grasp the base firmly. I
could almost feel those same hands on my own swelling shaft. The reddening head of his penis glistened with the lube he'd use on his fingers as he stretched me. I could hardly breath as it hit me that he was preparing himself to penetrate me. I shut my eyes feeling my respirations quicken inspite of my efforts to slow them down.

I felt hands under my ass then. "Lift your hips, pet." Remy ordered gently. In my heightened, breathless state I raised up without hesitation and a thick sturdy pillow was placed under my rump. Then Remy stretched between my legs and I felt his cock press against my entrance, insistent.

I panicked. "No! Wait!" I gave a breathy yelp, bucking my hips against him. "Don't! Remy! I can't..."

He pulled himself further up my body and silenced my protests with a deep intoxicating kiss, bringing his slick erection back into place. Sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, he nibbled at it ardently for a long minute. Finally, he put his lips to my ear.

"Hush mon couer, mon amour. Just a little pain." He pushed in slowly meeting resistance. "Relax, cher."

"No!" I hissed, fear gripping me. Everything up until now had been like child's play. I was still my own person. But this act would change me. He was taking everything from me. I couldn't accept this. I was so afraid that I'd feel less than a man after he pierced me. I'd no longer be worthy of Jean. It was like mental castration for me. I didn't want this and I did. It was rape
and yet I wasn't fighting hard enough to stop him. "No!" I said again, my voice stronger.

But again, a tiny spark of Remy's power surged through me. Just enough to open for him, not enough to lose myself, and the head of his penis slipped inside. I gasped at the searing pain that spread out across my ass. I wanted to pull away, but Remy's hands on my hips drove my shoulders into the mattress keeping me in place as he eased in further to impale me. Slow and
steady, inch by burning inch he pressed inward. I bucked against him again, but my groin met the barrier of his abdomen, and I could not break away. Near to hyperventilating, fearful yet aroused, I pleaded for him to stop.

And then I felt his sack knock gently against my rear and he was all the way in, murmuring to me. "Dat's it, cher, it's in." He brushed my eyes gently with his lips, petting my hair and holding himself still inside me, letting me get use to the feeling of having him there, where he was so certain he belonged.

I could feel him throbbing in my body, gently rocking, and I knew he was using restraint. The pain was easing up and a warm tingle began crawling along my nerves. Remy whispered soft Cajun patois, gentle curses and encouragements, terms of endearments. His words were like a tender caress, soothing me and heating my veins as if warm whiskey ran through them. My mind was fogging over until the only thoughts I had were of moving to feel more of him.

"Mon Dieu, you're tighter dan your baby brot'er." I heard Remy say as I drove my hips into the pillow to pull back off his cock. He bent to suckle my neck, his teeth biting to bruise, to mark the other side, just below the collar. I exhaled and thrust back up causing him to curse against my skin. "Merde!"

Seeing I was relaxing, Remy pulled back slowly until the tip of his cock rested just inside the entrance. He kissed my mouth and went back in with one swift motion, driving his tongue deep into my throat. I groaned. "Oh God!" I rasped against the intrusion of his tongue. And when he broke away to place soft kisses along my jawline, "Master!" sprang from my lips without warning.
He looked up catching my look with the warmest smile I'd ever seen him give and let go the full scope of his power.

It hit me so hard I lost my breath. I felt him enter me all the way, felt how tightly I clamped down on him in my fear and passion. It was like being two people at once with all the pain and all the ecstasy washing over me. He increased the pace, driving himself in and out with a quick fluid glide. And I began to meet him thrust for thrust, drowning in the emotions. Then Remy
angled his cock inside me and my mind shattered into a thousand complicated sensations. My mouth worked incoherently. He rubbed against the gland again and again driving me between Heaven and Hell. Words finally came to me as I urged him to go in harder and deeper. Hearing this, he crushed his lips to mine with such force and eagerness I was sure he'd crack my teeth. But then he had my tongue sucked between his lips and began favoring my demands. I squirmed into a better position underneath him, lifted my legs to wrap my thighs firmly against his ribs and dug my heels into his ass to drive him in further.

But as he leaned over to drag his tongue across my nipple, my wife's name came from my lips in an unconscious rasp. Remy bit harshly into the nub when he heard this and he impaled me so hard I arched my back up digging my fingers into his arms. I felt as if he would tear the nipple from my chest, and yet it never lessened the pleasure of his assault on my ass. Instead, it only heightened my need.

"Jean's not here, homme." Remy hissed in my ear. "Jus' me, Remy Lebeau, your maitre. Fucking your ass!"

He rode me hard then, withdrawing a good portion of his charm to make me gasp and groan in some agony. But I was too close to climaxing to care, too lost in the pleasure to really feel the pain, opened wide to Remy. I took everything he gave and spurred him on to give me more. Soon, lost in the heat himself, Remy reached between our bodies, one hand placed firmly along side my chest to anchor himself above me, and grasped my cock, pulling at it almost painfully. He cursed at me, dared me to come for him and I did. Harder than I ever had before. I thought it would never end. But too soon, I was spasming violently under him in the last throes of passion, falling into the blissful afterglow.

My legs flopped onto the bed and I opened my eyes to see Remy reach his own climax, his hips slamming roughly down against my groin, his cock burying itself as far as it could go, his back arched above me on both arms planted next to either side of my chest, and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Remy's eyes were shut tight and lips parted slightly. He was murmuring, but I couldn't understand the words. Then I felt him shudder as the last of his seed drenched my insides.

And at that point he let me feel it all. Every sensation he was experiencing washed over me. So entranced by the feelings and enchanted by the way he looked, I stretched my fingers up to trace a line down his torso, whispering, "Remy...Master." It came so easily from my lips. It was so right in that moment that he owned me. And so terrifying. And so infuriating.

Remy gave a soft satisfied sigh and opened his eyes to look at me warmly. We gazed up at each other almost lovingly for a long moment and impulsively I reached up to twist a lock of his sweat-soaked hair around my finger. Turning his head quickly, he kissed the palm of my hand tenderly and lowered himself onto my body. He was weightless, comfortable, warm against me. Placing his arms under my shoulders to hold me tight, Remy rested his head on my chest. We remained that way for a long while, his cock still buried inside me. In the quiet of that hour, I wrapped my arms around him feeling something break within me. I knew this crush of my resistance would not last for long. But right then I gave up my precious control. I was no longer a leader. I was no longer in charge of my life. He had taken all that from me and while it still angered and terrified and saddened me, in those moments I'd never felt freer.

But then Remy shifted, coaxing me onto my side, pulling out of me. The connection broke. He slipped an arm underneath me and pulled me to his chest, spooning behind me, his limp prick nestled against my ass. One of his hands strayed down to my flaccid cock and he gave it an appreciative caress. Nuzzling the back of my neck he asked in a low voice, "Now do you understand, mon cher, dat I own you? Dat you're mine?"

I felt suddenly unmanned by his words. And yet they felt true. But out of fear and anger, I shook my head. "No. No one has the right to own anyone." My voice was firm when I said this and I sighed inwardly in relief at my control.

"Oh, but you're wrong, cher." Remy whispered back seductively. "And you know you're wrong. I own you. I've taken somet'in from you dat you never would have given willingly. Not de straight boy scout of the de X-men. From now on, you'll always know what I've taken from you. And you'll always know you're mine, petite."

With those words he shattered the link completely. I said nothing, to furious to talk, and Remy was content with my silence. "Been a long day, mon amour. Go to sleep." Very soon I felt his breath even, slow and deepen against my neck and knew he was asleep. Only then did I let my tears of anger and loss fall.