| Pre2Quel To Objects Author: SisterWine Rating: NC-17 Summary: Another look at before Remy was saved by Logan. Prequel to "Objects In The Rear View Mirror" Warnings: It is slash but not Logan/Remy, just yet. [email protected]. Jake, Rachel and the others in this story are mine, hands off. MARVEL OWNS THE X-MEN, I DO NOT. Two Years Ago: Knocking on his door at nearly 9 in the evening, and praying he was home, a young woman waited impatiently. She was a slender woman, with long, red hair and deep emerald eyes that brightened a beautiful face. Her summer dress, she wore, resembled a casual elegance that only she had managed to make look like a model in a magazine. Strapless and blue with tiny purple flowers spilled all over it, it's length came down to just below her slender knees and looked as if she were wearing a cotton slip and not a dress at all. Her shoes had been slip on tennis shoes and matched the blue to her dress. Tucking a tuft of hair behind her right ear, she knocked again. "Please Remy, be home." A second later, the door opened and a young man with equal beautiful features greeted her. "Evenin chere, what ya doin here?" A thick Cajun accent adorned his warm and creamy voice. From the way he was dressed, it seemed that he had just gotten out of the shower, or was interrupted in the middle of. He was thin like she was and dressed only in water drips and a towel around his waist. Long damp hair relaxed on his slender shoulders and had already began to dry from the cool air of the apartment. Jean looked slightly panicked and looked down the hall on both sides of her for anyone who might see her. She smiled nervously at him and cleared her throat. "I know it's late and a bit short notice but, may I come in, Remy?" He nodded and opened the door a bit wider than it had been to let her walk inside the lavish room. Noticing the small black roller bag that trailed her in, he feared hearing her explanation. "Goin somewhere, chere?" Remy asked as the door closed behind them. He turned around and stared at her back, patiently, he knew what she would say and dreaded hearing it. Remy reached up and placed his hands on her shoulders and began to rub them gently. "Where ya goin, petite?" He asked softly. She took a moment to stand there, back still to him, before answering. Spinning around, Jean embraced him as if he might fade away from her. She rest her head on his left shoulder and breathed in his soap and shampoo scents. "I- I left him, Remy. I can't just be another piece of paperwork, or a task on a bulletin board for him to check off before he shuts off the light. I- I- I need you..... " Lifting her head and staring into his strange red eyes, she pleaded silently for him to understand what she was inadvertantly asking of him. Remy swallowed hard. "Chere...." Trying to put it as gently as he could. "Dis is my job. He's de one dat said 'I do' to you. Dat's somet'in most of us don' ever get ta hear. T'ought dat we got t'rough dis de last time." His sweet sounding sympathy hadn't swayed her to change her mind but, sounded good to him. "I've already filed for divorce. It should be final in a few weeks. Please Remy, just this once? I can pay you, or I could give you something?" She blinked. "Our talks were nice and you have been wonderful to talk to and make me feel human agian but, please? I just need to know what it feels like to be needed, even if it's just sex." Their previous meetings had only been to talk and dinner and dancing, or whatever she wanted to do. Jean really hadn't realised that she had an escort for hire and only wanted him as a companion. She found him attractive, and had thought of him in bed with her but, wasn't able to bring herself to ask for that particular. The apartment was a penthouse, and certainly decorated as if it were hosting the Queen of England. To their left was a fabulous wall painting of a stampede of horses running wild, in the direction of the door behind Remy. To the right, an elegant livingroom with a long, circular sofa sunken into a large round hole in the floor. In the middle of the hole was a large glass square with a light blue light inside to make it glow. The square had been set as a coffee table and sat on a corner so to speak. Walking over to the sofa and stepping down into it, Jean sat and stared at the glass before her. It was a comfy sofa, white with fluffed pillows to sit on and lean against. The carpet under her feet was a wine colour and spilled over the length of the livingroom as the floor in the kitchen was a creme tiling. The white double doors to her left had been closed mostly but were opened so that he could answer the door. From the sliver of space that was offered, his bedroom contained a wide, queen sized bed with elegant brass headboard and footboard. Thousands of pillows, of all shapes and sizes, were fluffed and lined the head of the bed. She had only seen his room once but was afraid to go to bed with him. Remy sighed and looked first at the black bag at his feet, and then back to her. She was shaking and gasping quietly which told him she was crying. Inhaling and letting it out slowly, Remy walked through the livingroom and turned to the right, to get a glass of water from the kitchen which was also quite big and elegant. Grabbing a clean glass from the top shelf of the dishwasher, that sat beside the sink, he turned around and walked back to the fridge that had been facing the entrance to the kitchen, and opened the door. A mini jug of water sat on the second shelf of the almost empty fridge. Taking it out and leaving the door open, he went back to the glass and filled it half full before returning the jug to the shelf in the fridge and closing the door. He walked slowly over to where Jean sat and handed it to her before sitting down beside her. He sat to her right, hoping that she would forget about the bedroom and end up just talking for the night. "Jean,..... chere..... you have a great mind dat made it clear you don't want dis kind of friendship. You told me a mont' ago dat you still love him, why de change?" Knees together and hands resting on his lap, he had to force himself not to feel her lust that she was trying to push into him. Remy stared at her and sighed again as she looked from him back to his double-doors that contained his bedroom. "I do love him, Remy. He's a good man, and warm and compassionate at most but, when he gets wrapped up in work, I get left behind." She looked away from his doors and stared at the floor in front of her. "When you and I talk, you tell me about the places you've been and some of the things you do with your 'friends'." She turned to look at him, shifting her body so that their knees met. "I've been thinking that I would like to be able to do that too. See the world and meet new people......" Remy stopped her there. "What I do, is not for a lady, chere. It's dangerous an' often cold. Y' deserve to be loved an' not used, oui. But, my job is all about being used. For whatever dey wish. I could tell you-- show you t'ings dat I haven't said, an' it would scare you so much. I can' let you do dis stuff." Sliding off of her seat and kneeling in front of him, Jean smiled meakly at him. "Then, I'll buy you for tonight. And you can show me what you mean." She stared into his eyes and saw flickers of joy, lust, hope, sadness, and shame. "I know you've been mistreated, Remy. But, I also see a wonderful young man who needs someone to share his love with, like I do. I've never asked before because I've seen the hurt in you as you'd tell me your stories. Please, just..... we need each other, right now. So, I won't be a trick, tonight. I could show you that people aren't so cold, all the time. Just tonight.....?" He sighed and closed his eyes. Her hands lay flat against his bare chest as her lips pressed slowly to his. Moaning and leaning back against the sofa backing, he kept his eyes closed but felt her undo his towel and push it away from his body. She had risen up to keep his kiss and distract him from what she was doing. Kissing his warm chest all the way down to his very erect manhood, she lifted her eyes to him as she licked the tip and smiled at the gasp that escaped him. Her mouth covered his erection and brought another gasp out of him before a hand lifted to her hair and lightly held her. Jean could feel his eyes on her and sucked a bit harder. Stopping after a minute, she pushed herself back up to face him and asked. "Please?" Remy stared at her and sighed, thinking of his answer. Jean reached behind her and started to unzip her dress before sliding it off her perfect C cupped breasts. She stood and pushed the dress down past her hips, leaving her in only her thin blue bikini-style panties and shoes. Her eyes never left his and she could see his need burn around him in an invisible ball of orange light. Thin, soft thumbs hooked between the material and her hips as she started to remove her panties, waiting for Remy to either stop her or help her. Her hands trembled slightly as his covered hers before he stood up. "Not here, chere." He whispered in a tone so soft and warm that it sent shivers of excitement through her body. Paying close attention to her feelings, Remy led her into his bedroom and laid her down on the left side of the bed. Removing her shoes one by one, Remy smiled as he worked his way up her thin legs to lightly pull the blue cotton panties down to her ankles. With the shoes on the floor, and the panties draped over the end of the bed, Remy open the drawer in the table beside the bed and removed a few objects, closing the drawer afterwards. A condom, KY gel with warming, a small bottle of peach flavoured lotion and a long, thick, purple plastic vibrator. Jean eyed each object and picked up the vibrator immediately. "Funny, I never figured you to need one of these." A smirk brightened her face as she held it up to him. Remy snatched it from her and smiled. "Oh, I don' use it, chere. I let my lover use it." "Aw, poor thing. He does more than just use that, I hope.....?" She smiled up at him with a lustful gaze. "Course. But, if Jake want to try somet'in', Remy's more dan willin." ******* Now: "I will let Rachel show you to your room and then show you around before introducing you to the girls." Jake sat behind his huge dark oak desk and calmly stared up at the man who was to be the new driver and muscle, just in case. "Oh, there is one more person I'd like you to meet but he is out until later. I have special orders for him." He unfolded his position from cross-legged and stood up to hold his hand out for Logan to shake. "Is there something my girls may call you, Mr. Hollis?" Logan accepted the handshake and nodded in reply. "Logan. Just Logan. No Misters, no sirs, none of that crap." Jake had to admit, Logan was certainly more colourful than the previous driver. One of few differences being that Logan was alive and above water, to where the other was not. "Very well." Turning and coming around the side of the desk to walk with Logan to the door, Jake confided in the meal schedules for the help and the house-dwellers. "Drivers, maids, .... help, all eat in the kitchen during meals. Morning coffee, if you are up before the reminants of my girls, you may certainly have coffee in the front hall and read the papers or whatever you do in the morning. However, maintain the sense of a driver and we won't have any problems." Just as he had opened the office doors, Remy had opened the front door and made his way to meet the two men. "Remy, I didn't expect you back so soon. Is everything alright, my love?" "All's perfect on de homefront." Remy stopped in front of Jake, with the older man on his left, and tilted his head towards Logan. "Who's dis?" Watching his lover for a moment to spot the hidden leaks that Remy seemed to always neglect about his outings to Louisiana, Jake snapped back to introduce them. "Remy, this is the new driver for the girls, Logan Hollis, as I've told you countless times last night." He turned and glanced at Logan as watched as they both exchanged handshakes and "hellos". "Logan, this is the young man I have been saving for my last rule. You may or may not occassionally take Remy out for a drive or to his appointments but, it will only be a drive." His eyes shifted to Remy, scoldingly. "He is not to be touched by the help. Understood?" Logan nodded. "Fair enough." "Good. Rachel is in the kitchen, Remy, would you be kind enough to introduce them and have her show him to his room? I need to make a few calls and then I'll see you at dinner, my love." Kissing Remy on his cheek, Jake promptly turned around and retreated back into his office, closing the doors behind him. Remy sighed and turned to his right, starting to walk towards the kitchen. "Come on." He nearly whispered. He was tired from the long car ride upstate. Holding the only piece of luggage he had brought in with him, Logan adjusted the straps to the black duffel bag in his left hand and followed silently. Walking behind Remy, he was allowed to take in the sights of his leader and was pleasantly rewarded with the way Remy walked and moved. A thin, young boy for such an older man like Jake had gotten his curiosity up but it wasn't his business. Long ponytail of auburn locks trailed down the boy's thin back, pointing to his well-toned ass. Clearing his throat and focusing on the woman standing at the kitchen table, talking on her cell phone and flipping through her organizer. ".........so I need this luncheon to be productive. We are losing a fair share of trade because of these 'incconveniences' we seem to have happening on a regular basis." Jake's sister, Rachel was still on the phone but looked from her organizer to Remy as he entered the room from her right. "Right. I will get back to you tonight, and you'd better have something for me." Closing her small grey flip phone, she spun on her heel and wrapped her arms around Remy's neck, smiling. "Remy, you're back so early my dear. Did something go wrong? Mommy and Daddy just love having you around, baby." She was dressed as if she were just coming from a fancy evening of dancing. Her hair had been up in curls and her dark blue evening gown seemed to sparkle with every movement. Remy pulled back after the hug ended and shrugged. "It went fine but dey were getting busy wit' a fishin trip, so I come home." Introducing Logan to Rachel, he added that it was nice meeting Logan and hoped he stayed. "Scuse, I need t' go unpack, m'self." He excused himself and headed back to the front door to remove his luggage from the car. "Well, you must be tired of having to hold that bag all day. Let me show you to your room, so you can..... relax." She smiled. She liked the way he looked and silently fantasized about what he looked like underneath his clothes. She led him to a long corridor, behind the kitchen, and opened the door to the second room on the left, allowing him to enter before she did. "The maid handles the laundry, unless you prefer it for yourself. The key to the door is on the nightstand, if you feel you need to lock it. You have your own minibar, and are free to choose from the wine cellar. The library and phone are allowed only after 8 PM. You have your own television with cable hooked up, as well as Spice and Playboy so, feel free to use them as often as you like. And, if there's anything else I can do for you, let me know. I will be happy to oblige, Mister Logan." She sat on the end of the bed and leaned back onto her palms, smiling sweetly at him as he looked about the room. "You have a full bath, as all servants do. Hot and cold water as well as a jet system in the tub to loosen up tense muscles." She stood and walked up behind him to rub his shoulders as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom and observed the fixtures. "Just Logan. It'll do just fine, ma'am." Logan was aware of the feminine hands on him and quickly turned around, taking her by the wrists and removing her hands from his shoulders. Rachel stared into his eyes. "Good. Anything else I can do for you before I leave?" "No ma'am." Glancing back to his bed and then to him, she said goodnight and left, closing the door behind her. He listened for her footsteps in the corridor before retrieving his cellphone from his duffel, that sat beside the bed. Taking it out and dialing a number, it rang 3 times before the person on the other end answered. "I'm here. Met Collins and his sister, and the kid, Remy. Just what is it I'm lookin for?" He kept his voice down but loud enough for the other person on the other end to hear him clearly. "The kid might be a good card to have in the sleeves but, I want Collins. There's so many charges I want him nailed for, including drugs and prostitution. Keep your eyes open and head down. From what I gathered by the talk Remy had with my daughter, Jake is a ruthless bastard. The kid might be in danger and not know it." Captain Matthew Ess was on the other end, and seemed to show concern for not only his top officer, but for Remy as well. The call ended and Logan found himself laying down on the bed, on his back. ********** On the third day, Logan was asked to drive Jake and Remy to an impressive Italian restaurant for dinner. He waited outside as they dined, talking to his Captain on the phone and observing his targets through a window. He noticed that Remy sat across from Jake, and ate quietly while Jake talked and occasionally poured wine in both glasses as he dined. He could only wonder what Jake was talking about, and why Remy seemed so uninterested in the conversation. After dinner, the couple came out and Jake gave instructions of going for a drive as he and Remy slid into the backseat of the limo. The door was closed and the two snuggled beside each other as the car was started and pulled into traffic. "What do you think of the new driver, Remy?" Jake asked, kissing the top of Remy's head. Remy had his eyes closed and was enjoying the silence as he thought of an answer. "He's okay. De girls say he's nice and walks dem to de doors an' such. Why ya hire him, again?" He was leaning over with his arms around Jake's middle and his head on Jake's chest, staring at the black partician between them and Logan. Jake smiled at the forgetfulness of his young lover. "Because you and the girls need to be safe." "From what?" Remy sat up and looked at Jake. "You need ta be safe, too, Jacob." This time Jake didn't answer. Instead, he stared back at Remy and tilted his head as if thinking, "what made you say that?" Kissing Remy's lips, he guided Remy's head back to his chest and stared ahead, thinking about what Remy had said to him. During the long route home, Jake and Remy had time to catch up on personal time with each other, and did so quite hotly. Jake had Remy in so many positions and moaning so loudly he'd thought the people in the cars next to them had heard everything. As they came down from their high, Jake helped Remy to dress before he dressed himself and sat back on the seat. The scent of sex and sweat had filtered its way to the front, and into Logan's keenly sensitive nose. He had no doubt what they did and knew for a fact that they didn't care about it being done in a car with a possible for anything. The Cajun's scent flirted with his nose. Spicy and sweet and sensual but also hard, as if he weren't strictly the bottom for Jake's topping personality. He was impressed. Ess had been slightly wrong if he thought Remy was in immediate danger, from what Logan's nose had told him about Remy, the boy could take care of himself. Logan pulled into the driveway and put the car in park before getting out to open the passenger door on the other side. Standing behind the door and letting Jake step out and then reach for Remy's hand, he sniffed again. The kid was still turned on, after their play but, it was a different turn on. He noticed Remy looking at him as he closed the door behind him and waited for instructions from Jake. He nodded and pulled the car into the garage before retiring to his room for the night. ************ Jake sat on the end of his bed and placed his right hand over his stomach like he was in pain. "Why don't we go away for the weekend? Down to the Jersey Shore and play in the sand? Or, we could spend a few days in Hawaii? I'm sure Rachel wouldn't mind looking after things until I get back." A small case of indigestion had struck him for the moment but he wasn't about to let it stop him from asking what he wanted. Remy smirked. "I tol' you not to have dat sandwich again." Straightening as he thought of the questions, Remy had been thinking of a vacation also. "We'll go when you feel better, non? At de moment, I'm tired an' you don' feel good." Bending over to kiss the man's lips, Remy made the decision for them. "We make love tomorrow night. Bon nuit, Jake." "Good night, Remy." They kissed again and then Jake watched Remy leave the room and close the door behind him. He sighed and stood up and made his way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Making himself a glass of water and two Alka-Seltzer tabs, Jake barely had time to finish his glass before the phone rang. Picking up the receiver from the phone on the nightstand between the bed and the bathroom door, he answered. "Hello?" "How much does a night of fuckin cost for that little ass Remy?" The male voice on the other end whispered into the phone. Jake raised an eyebrow at the question. "Who is this? You'll have to call back tomorrow if you want to ask him, yourself." The voice laughed a moment. "I don't want to ask him. He's your whore, you tell me how much." "Remy isn't for sale." Not waiting for the other end to respond, Jake hung up and shook his head, thinking of who that could have been. Loosening his tie and slipping it off, he sat down on the bed and began to undress from his suit and shoes. He sighed as he lay back onto the bed. He lay width wise and hadn't care that his pants were undone but still on while the rest of the clothes had been removed. Closing his eyes, he began to dream. Jake stood in the middle of his bedroom and was watching Remy stand at the sink in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Remy had been shaving and was finishing wiping off the last bit of cream with a hand towel. He smiled as Remy spun around and posed for Jake as if trying on new clothes. He clapped his hands and waved the boy over to him. "Very nice, love. Hurry and get dressed, we've a party to go to." The next he knew they were amidst a crowd of men and women in fancy clothes and expensive wine. Remy had been mingling with people and laughing as every now and then Jake would come up behind him and whisper naughty things to him, in his ear. With his arm around Remy's waist, they giggled about certain positions on the furniture of the room they were in. Someone whose face Jake couldn't see walked up to Remy and started talking down to him about his lifestyle and prices for things. The voice from the phone call was in his ears and demanding that Remy get down on his knees and beg for sex was enough to drive Jake insane with envy. Watching Remy sink to his knees and open his mouth, Jake ground his teeth and looked to his right hand where a 9mm hand gun was waiting for his use. "I said no!" He screamed and waited for Remy to stand up and turn to stare at him in shock as Jake held the gun pointing at his chest. "He's not for sale! He belongs to me. You're mine. Don't you understand that, Remy?" His voice was more quiet but the anger was there to the fullest. "Mine." One last word before he pulled the trigger and shot Remy in the chest, covering the youth in blood. "NO!" Jake sat up from his dream and panted heavily. He was back in his own room, and pretty sure Remy was in his, safe and sound. Checking himself for any blood that might have ghosted from the dream, his first fear was over. Now, for the second. Standing up, Jake didn't bother buttoning his pants as he threw open his doors and headed down the hall to Remy's room. He was well-muscled and toned, except for his cig habit he was in perfect shape. Normally, he would have just opened the door and walked in but, he was so disturbed that he simply knocked and waited impatiently for Remy to answer. Remy had been in bed and was about to fall asleep when the knock came. He groaned and slipped out from under the covers to open the door wearing only his black cotton boxers. "Jake? Wha's de matter?" He watched as Jake gave a relieved sigh. Remy was shocked to see Jake had actually knocked and was now making his way to Remy's bed in a most disturbed expression. "Jake?" He stood at the door, holding onto the knob and looking at his lover on the bed. "I tol' you not to have dat san'wich." He laughed, trying to ease the tension. "It's not about the damn sandwich!" Jake sat with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, idly combing his fingers through his hair. "I just--" After a few breaths, Jake met eyes with Remy and confessed. "I just had this dream that you-- I killed you. I had to see if you were okay. That's all." A tear started falling, making it's way to his chin and landing on his hands, waiting for another to join it. His expression went from a smile to sullen. He didn't know what to say, or how to react. Sighing slowly, Remy closed the door behind him and went to sit on the floor in front of Jake. Leaning up, he kissed Jake's lips and ran his own hand over Jake's soft black hair. "Come to bed, cher. I stay wit' you all night and make sure not'in happens to you or me, non?" Remy stood and helped Jake to stand up so he could pull the pants down and help his into bed. *********** Remy's dreams were scattered and sensual and crazy. As he lay there with his arms around Jake, letting the older man's back press into his chest, Remy began having feverish visions. They had started out with innocent daily activities such as sun-tanning on the back padio in the nude with only a pair of black sunglasses and quickly went south. The day was warm and sunny. Remy lay his towel out over a long chair and inclined it so that he could read a book. He had just gotten comfy and opened his book to mid-chapter when he felt fingers lightly traveling up his thigh. "Jake, I ain't gonn tan if you keep distractin me." He giggled as the fingers had tickled, reaching their spot on his hip, they stopped. "Who said I was Jake?" A deep and rough voice filled his ears. Remy's eyes widened as the book was taken away and a shaded figure covered the sun. It was Logan standing over him and smiling at him. "Logan," He smiled. "y' sure you wan' to do dis, right here?" Taking in Logan's nakedness, Remy's mind allowed him to guess at what size Logan was. A very nice size at that. "Shh, I think you need some....." sitting down so that he straddled Remy's thighs, Logan smiled. "lotion, before you get burnt." "Oh, I got some on, cher. Remy don' get burned." Logan smirked and leaned over, licking at Remy's well-toned left peck. "I'm not talkin about that kind o' lotion, Remy." Licking again and hearing Remy gasp in pleasure, he raised himself up and planted his hands on either side of the chair's frame. Slowly his right hand moved to his harden manhood and started pumping it in a timely fashion. Nice and slow even strokes and then Logan would gasp and throw his head back as white fluid began to squirt itself onto Remy's body. Being that it was a dream, and a sexually charged one at that, Remy was aware that in the dream he was covered in streams of white, sticky fluid that felt almost real as it hit him. "Mmmm." He moaned. Breathing in the scent of sex, Remy reached up and caressed Logan's muscled chest as their lips met in a deep kiss. Placing a hand on Logan's chest, he pushed for Logan to stand up before sucking hungrily at Logan's long, hard, and thick manhood. He could feel the hands in his hair as they gripped him and held him there. He could also hear the sounds and moans Logan was making as Remy continued to suck as hard as he could. He could also taste the salty bitter cum that was squirting it's way down his throat. Remy revelled in that feeling and smiled as his partner's satisfaction was complete. The next morning, Remy was alone in his bedroom but, a note had been placed on the pillow where Jake had been sleeping. Love, I'm glad you are all right. See you when I get home. You look so peaceful when you sleep. Love you, Jake. Continue? |