Title:  Frozen Hearts
Author: Xadith  Xadith@aol.com  feedback is fine, just be polite.
Archive: Do NOT use this story on another site without my personal permission please.
Disclaimer: No Remy and Logan aren't mine, they belong to a cooperation that likes to name unnamable characters for seemingly no reason at all.  -Growl-
Rating: NC-17
Category: Wolverine/Gambit
Note from author: Everyone has their version of how Logan and Remy got together, this is mine.  Some rough sex, of course it is Logan after all, with a little D/s.  Hopefully a good bit of humor too.

 

Part One:

 

 

It was a blue-black morning in January when Logan set out for town from the Canadian cabin.  He needed a few supplies for his month stay in his favored of climates.  Town was a good two hours drive from the backwoods home, lost in a maze of trees and dear paths, but he liked it that way.  Isolated and deprived of the stupidity found in the human world, here he could let his animal nature take him wherever it wished.  Dressed in only a classic long sleeved flannel shirt and the worn out pair of jeans Jubilation had given him a few Christmases ago, he pulled his stout form up into the open aired jeep and allowed the engine to roar to life.  Never one to be bothered by the deathly cold, he couldn’t care less about the blasts of frosted air that struck his stern face and whipped through the strands of course black hair.  A thin leather jacket had been tossed on the seat beside him, just in case he got a bit too nippy, but both he and the inanimate object knew that was unlikely.  The snowfall the previous night had left the roads covered and though he knew these paths like the delicate lines on each his metal claws, he still took the roads easy on the curves.  No sense in wrecking his beloved jeep. 

 

The drive would do him a great bit of good; or so he thought.  There was far too much going on in that mind of his and he was not the kind of person to deal with conflicts of the mind very well.  Dealing with such issues left him annoyed and irritable, and none of the other X-Men really liked an irritable Wolverine.  Yet that was not the only reason he left on his soul mission, as he called it.  It was the subject matter that had his mind and stomach turning back flips.  Ever since Remy Lebeau had come back from New Orleans, chasing Rogue on some fool adventure, Logan could not get the man out of his thoughts.  Whether it was just loathing for the way that woman treated him, or pity for the lost X-Man, he couldn’t figure out, but what he did know is the first thing he wanted to do to Rogue when he saw her was claw out her worthless southern heart. 

 

            It wasn’t like Logan to be so emotionally involved in the affairs of the other X-Men, and just why he was taking interest in Remy all of a sudden had baffled him more.  The swamp rat was never one of his favorite people but he did share a common bond in the fact both were never really accepted anywhere they went.  Oh sure, Logan liked being with the rest of the team, but through all their support, when it came down to it, they would rather have someone like Storm or Cyclopes on their team.  Easily controlled and predictable, Logan was not.  The same could be said for Remy.  With just as dark a past as Logan, no one ever took what the Cajun said at face value.  But was that small connection really enough to make him focus so heavily on Lebeau’s love life? 

 

            “Bah!”  A dark snarl ripped past his lips as he threw his back into the worn leather seat and roared past another bend in the long mountain road.  This was eating at him and even the icy north wasn’t numbing the thoughts.  He was in for a rough month.  What was worse, a few weeks before he had decided to take this vacation, Remy had stopped by his room to chat.  Opening the door as he knocked, Logan had little time to react before the lengthy form of his team mate filled the door way.  Having just exited the shower, Logan simply stood in the center of the room stark naked and brushing his teeth.  Remy seemed not to care in the least but for some strange reason Logan had felt almost embarrassed that he looked so disheveled before the other man.  Remy only threw himself on the bed and laid back, folding his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling, just waiting for Logan to get dressed.  It took him several moments just to stop staring at the other man’s lean form stretched like a jungle cat out over his bed, and it began stirring a twinge of desire in the pit of Logan’s stomach.  That above all else had his mind toppling over its self.  That raw hungry seed of desire that had been planted that day and even now was growing into a white blaze fire. 

 

After tearing himself from the view with an angry growl, Logan dressed and returned to the room, pushing his lust deep and using anger as his tool of disguise.  Remy looked right past it and tumbled into the conversation he had planned on all along.  As Remy whimpered about Rogue and how he and her were through for good, it took all Logan had to suppress that rather pleased smirk.  As he continued dressing, the Cajun made use of his bed like he was a chatting at a slumber party.  It amused Wolverine, but it made him nervous as well.  There was always more to Remy then he let on.  Sprawled over his stomach on Logan’s firm mattress, he was full of cocky smiles and overly charming retorts to each annoyed comment Logan gave him.  It had to have been one of the hardest things he had ever done not to push the fire brown hair away from Remy’s burning coal eyes.  With the last of his patience gone, he waved off the subject and grumbled out of his own room to get away from the growing heat in his stomach. 

            The following week was similar.  Remy began showing up everywhere.  Logan wasn’t even safe in his bar hangouts.  Remy would brave the smoke and cheep beer to join him, and for some odd reason, every time he did Logan felt more at ease around the trim man.  Yet the heat was growing, with each small exchange it grew hotter and he had to escape it, had to sort out these mixed feelings and emotions he hadn’t felt in years.  It wasn’t that Logan had never been with another man.  He had been with several men over the long life he had lived so far, thanks to his mutant healing factor, but he had never felt anything for them.  It was hard lust and one nightstands, plane and simple; just something to ease a restless night.  But with Remy, it was different.  It felt different and it wasn’t just a heated lust, or so he thought.  It was two days ago that he made plans to leave.  He had to put some space between he and the swamp rat and make sure he wasn’t just hitting a mid life crisis or some other stupid hormonal thing.  A month would be enough time for whatever it was to work it’s way out of his system, he hoped.

 

Before he knew it, the town was coming up over the horizon of bleak white and blue snow.  The smoke from random chimneys had been showing for a while but it was the dark out line of buildings that finally brought Logan from this deeper thoughts.  The corner store would be opening up in about ten minuets and Logan could get the freshest of the restock.  It would last him longer and make it unnecessary to come back for at least three weeks.  The sun had risen about twenty minuets ago but under the thick layer of snow heavy clouds, he couldn’t make out the out line of the burning ball.

 

            The jeep came to a halt in front of the grocery store, parked in a designated space rather then in the ally between the hardware and food market.  It would be easier to watch this way.  Turning off the ignition, Logan took a deep breath, not realizing just how out of breath he was.  The ice air hit his lungs with a satisfying sting and he pulled a thick cigar from his glove compartment as he exhaled the much warmer breath.  The small cloud before him rose up, only to die as it was cooled again.  The flick of a lighter and its flame lit up his face for only a moment as the cancer stick was lit.  Opening the door and throwing his tree trunk legs over the side of the jeep, he thudded to the earth as he drew in the first sweet taste of the stogy.  Expelling the air from his lungs anew, tainted with the harsh smell of the cigar, he made his way to the front door of the grocer and stepped inside.

 

If it hadn’t been for the armfuls of supplies and his jeep, Logan would have walked back to the cabin.  The long trek up hill didn’t bother him and the ice cream wouldn’t melt, even pressed up against his warm body, but he didn’t want to subject the jeep to the fancies of the local teenagers.  He could just imagine coming back to a beat up pile of rubble in a few weeks with nothing but the fuzzy dice left in tact; those being yet another gift from the youthful Jubilation.  She really had a hard on for him, but the closest he got to her was something of a father figure.  Thus with the brown paper bags lined along the back seat and a few in the passenger side, he took off to the cabin once more. 

 

After putting the supplies away, Logan started a fire in the large hearth, letting the waves of heat drift out and warm the entire cabin.  With one bedroom and bath, living room and kitchen, the cabin was small but plenty big enough for one or two people, so long as they didn’t mind being cozy.  Logan had bought the place off an elderly couple.  They knew they would both die here, and didn’t have any family to pass the home down to.  So Logan arranged to buy it from them, letting them live off the money he gave them for the house, while they still lived in it.  Once they died, Logan’s payments stopped, or until he reached the agreed upon price.  Lucky for Logan, he only paid about eight thousand for the house.  It had no heat, other then the wood burning stove and two fire places, one if the bed room and one in the living room.  And there was no electricity, but there was running water and a hot shower, both things Logan couldn’t have lived without.  Sure he liked and could rough it, but being without a hot shower was just something he would avoid if he could. 

 

The bedroom fire was lit as well.  Not as mighty as the other hearth but enough to get the room read for when he wanted to sleep.  The bedroom was the largest of all the rooms.  A thick oak king sized bed was left behind by the couple, along with all their other furniture, and though a few things were replaced, most of it was kept and loved by its new owner.  The large his and hers dressers were in separate corners of the room, facing one another, one on each side of the bed.  Logan only used the one, but they were a matching set and couldn’t see breaking them up.  The fireplace stood at the foot of the bed and back-to-back with the one in the living room, making it on the right once one entered the bedroom.  A door led from the bedroom into the bathroom, as well another door led into the other side of the living room.  The house was rather square but it had its charms.  The short but wide kitchen ran along the far wall.  Wood burning stove with four burners and a sink on the wood counter.  There were plenty of places to store food and other items in the matching wood cabinets.  It was all rather rustic, with a few small comforts, perfectly fit to Wolverine’s tastes. 

 

Now with the fires heating up the chilled air and the food put away, beer placed into a cooler just out side the door, along with the ice cream, Logan was left to take that desired hot shower and collapse with his thoughts on the couch.  Stripping down to what the gods gave him, he flipped on the water and tossed his clothing over a small stool. Before the water was very warm at all, he slipped into the bathtub, closed the curtain, and flicked on the shower.  Hot water was in short supply and one didn’t waste it if they were smart.  It heated up slowly.  Logan shifted to keep the colder streams from running over that half erect manhood.  As it began to get hotter, he pressed his palms to the white tile and lowered his head into the welcome heat.  It felt good to soak the chill from his bones.  Yet as the hotter liquid flowed over his already interested length, he let his mind drift again.  He couldn’t stop it from returning to Remy.  Those red blaze eyes and his lean but muscled form.  Logan had always played the dominant role in sex, but he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have those tapered hands run over his hard body, exploring and teasing him.  He pictured the other gliding down along his flesh, taking his thick cock within that sinfully plush mouth and…

 

Logan groaned.  This was not helping.  Eyes that he didn’t even realize had closed, opened.  Looking down as the water cascaded over his broad shoulders and neck, he frowned at the throbbing erection that presented itself between his powerfully sculpted thighs.  Logan’s mutant healing would keep him erect as long as he was aroused, longer if he didn’t give it some form of satisfaction.  Irritated with the cause, but more then willing to give in, he laced his fingers around the thick shaft and began to pump it firmly.  His thumb pressed into the round head, massaging the tip as he gave a deep-throated growl.  The image of Remy kneeled before him with his silky lips wrapped around the lengthy shaft turned Logan’s growl into a forced moan.  Breathing in a ragged breath, he shifted his feet farther apart, lifting his head and shifting his balance so his free hand could reach under and cup his low hung sac.  Tugging firmly on the large globes, he let the water flow over his chest, teasing his own nipples with the hard beat from its spout.  The warm liquid drizzled over his back and down along the smooth curve of his ass, tickling a path along the back of his tight calves.  He felt every drop like the soft caress of a lover, his lover; the lover he wanted here, now and on the end of his broad cock.  He was far to into this, his hips even lightly bucked up into the false mouth of fantasy lover.  Jerking harder on the stiff pole, he released his balls and placed his forearm to the tile once more.  Bending over so that the full force of the water struck his back, he put a great deal of effort into his self-pleasuring.  His fist moved harder over his member, stroking faster with the passing minuets.  Small grunts and groans gave way to louder moans as he progressed, reminding himself that no one was hear to hear him, unlike the mansion where anyone could be listening in.

 

The images in his mind only grew more graphic.  He watched the false Remy engulf his cock into that hot silky mouth, as red fire eyes locked with his own.   He could almost feel the smooth texture of Remy’s hair sliding through his fingers as he forced him to take the full length deep into his throat.  Jerking harder, Logan lost himself in the numbing pleasure, growling his moans and even groaning Remy’s name now and then.  His climax was rising, building deep within the base of his stomach and working its way into his tightening balls. He rolled back his head and began to groan loudly the name of his desire, not caring, at least for the moment, just what he was admitting too.

 

White-hot fire ripped through his body and just as his climax was about to roll over the edge of it’s peek, he moaned out louder still that name.  However all was stopped as the bathroom door flung open.  Cooler air struck his back and ripped Logan like lightning from his orgasm to the figure that stood in the doorway.  The painful throb was ignored as six deadly claws were unsheathed from his knuckles and the densely muscled man leapt from the shower to the dark figure in the door.  The shower curtain went with him as he slammed hard into the tall form.  The shower curtain kept the two bodies from actually touching and with no reason for anyone else to be in his home, Logan didn’t hesitate as he thrust those metallic claws down into the being below.  He was stopped only by the shout, the voice that rang out muffled under the plastic curtain.

 

“Mon Due!”  The thick Creole accent came as a hard shock to Logan’s system.  The voice unmistakable and crimson glowing eyes that looked up at him through the clear plastic made Logan’s heart stop.

 

“Remy!”  Wolverine’s wide-eyed looked of both terror and surprise made the cocky Cajun smile mercilessly.  Logan pulled back and stood swiftly, snatching a towel from the rack to cover his ragging erection. 

 

Dark gods, how long has he been here?  How long had he heard me?

 

Logan would have flushed a bright red if not for his years of training to control his emotions and expression.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here Swamp Rat.  No one invited you on my vacation.”  His words were venom, harsh and searing straight to the core of Lebeau’s soul.  Pulling himself up off the ground with no aid from the angry male who he had interrupted, Gambit only smiled.  It was a dangerous smile at that, coy and almost too confident for Logan’s liking. 

 

“Ah, Remy t’ink you like de surprise, Mon Ami.  You run out of the shower to hug him and everyt’ing.”  Smoldering crimson eyes raped over Logan’s flesh and then locked with his own gaze.  “Besides, de way you were callin’ Remy’s name, he thought you might miss him.”  Logan snarled.  That bastard.  Before he could retort, Remy had slipped out of the bathroom and into the living room from whence he came.  Logan began to follow then realized the water was still running, not to mention he still had a rather large bulge in his towel.  There would be no way of hiding that and his groin ached from the near climax.  He was as horny as hell now and the object of his lust was flopping himself down in that over stuffed couch before the fire. 

 

Turning off what was left of the hot water, he took a few deep breaths and forced his loins to calm.  Years of training his body to obey him were paying off as that hard shaft resigned to a half erect status.  Not perfect but easier to hide then eight inches of hard throbbing meat.  Calming his nerves, he stepped from the bathroom and looked over the lazy Cajun that rested stretched out over his couch.  His eyes blazed over the room, seeing that two suitcases were sitting in the door way and another small duffle bag was sitting on the dinning room table.  Well, what he called the dinning room was actually a set of table and three chairs on the other side of the kitchen beside the only door out of the cabin.  The duffle bag had been partly unpacked.  Damn, that meant he had been in the living room more then enough time to hear his complete session in the bathroom.  Logan suppressed a growl.  Great, just great.  His anger sparked again and he met the taller man’s gaze with a dark frown.

 

“You are not staying Swamp Rat.”  His voice again was low and ill amused.  Remy only smiled and shrugged.

 

“You goin’ ta toss Remy out in de middle of a blizzard?”  Logan paled.  That’s right, the damn storm was coming in this evening.  That is why he went to get supplies.  The snowstorms around here, and this time of the year could last weeks, not just days.  Pulling his wits together he met the male’s gaze again.

 

“One night Gumbo, then you are out on yer ass.  Ah aint runnin’ a Hotel.”  Angry and yet thrilled at the same time, which only made him angrier, Logan stormed past the couch to the door to his room and slammed it shut.  Remy grinned.

 

“Das all de time Remy need mon amour.”