1.
Logan wasn't inside the mansion. No one had seen him since he'd
stormed out of the practice room, and Remy hurried down to the garage,
heart pounding. He didn't think he could bear it if Logan had taken
off again. He deserved it. He knew he deserved it and maybe it would
be better for them both if Logan left him - but he couldn't stand it.
The Canadian's bike was still there. Remy sighed and sat on it,
touching the leather seat lightly. He was still here. He hadn't gone.

Now all Remy had to figure out was what he'd done wrong this time.
Shivering as sweat dried on his skin, Remy pulled his cigarette case
out of his pocket. He caressed the chased silver lid, sensitive
fingers tracing the floral patterns and reassured by the heavy,
expensive feel of it. He loved things like this. Heavy, valuable -
real. He'd picked the case out of the White Queen's boot top the last
time they'd met, while his thoughts had been preoccupied with her
cleavage. He'd been picking pockets so long it was instinctive and
when stealing from a telepath, he counted on his instincts. He
wondered if she even missed it.

Clicking open the small, flat case, he pulled out a cigarette and lit
up, drawing a deep breath. Closed his eyes and sighed, smoke curling
around his head. At least the cigarette was warm. Remy shivered
again. It might be spring in New York but Remy was freezing. He
dreaded the day when Logan asked him to come with him to some frozen
cabin in backwoods Canada. Except maybe that day would never come.
Maybe Logan had had enough. Maybe Remy didn't have to worry about
Canada, or anyone asking him to come with them anywhere. Alone, in the
dim garage, Remy's shivering turned to violent tremors and he hugged
himself, cigarette dropping from his fingers. After a few moments, he
crushed the smoking ashes under his sneaker and went to find Logan. He
had to find a way to convince the man not to leave him. He'd do
anything.

He finally found Logan on the south slope farthest from the mansion,
sitting on a log and smoking a cigar. He didn't so much as twitch as
Remy came up and Remy nearly turned away again.

"Remy sorry, cher." He said in cursed small voice. Fumbled out
another cigarette and lit up. His fingers were still trembling.

"Who's sorry?" Logan growled, teeth clenched on his cigar.

"Me." Remy managed. "I'm sorry, Logan."

Logan sighed explosively and turned, straddling the log. He nodded at
the other end and Remy obediently sat down. They both smoked in
silence for a while, watching each other.

Logan's wild hair was sweat tangled and, like Remy, he was still
wearing his ragged practice clothes. Dark sweat stains down his chest
and back were drying slowly in the sun and Remy shivered just looking
at him. He must have come straight from the gym, after the mute glare
he'd given Remy. Hidden hurt still radiated from the expressionless
Canadian, equally mixed with anger and - something like grief. It
scared Remy. Logan was going to leave him.

"Do you know what you're sorry for?" Logan quietly asked.

Remy opened his mouth then closed it again. Shook his head.

Logan ducked his head and combed his hand through his hair. Remy edged
closer, needing to do something to settle that pain he was sensing. He
put a hand on Logan's knee, the other man's hand came down over his,
turned it over and rubbed a thumb over his palm. Remy scratched
lightly along Logan's wrist and felt the man shiver. Leaned in to kiss
him but Logan turned his face away.

"Na." Logan rumbled. "That ain't th'answer, Rem."

"Den what?" Remy asked. "Tell Remy. Remy - me - sorry. I'swear it.
S'vou plais. Remy do an'ting you wan."

"An that's the godamn problem, Remy!" Logan exploded. He stood up and
walked away, clenching his fists. "Y'ain't no whore Remy and I ain't a
customer."

"Was a joke, Logan!" Remy protested. "Remy jokin'!"

"Yeah? An what were y'sayin' just a minute ago? Do anythin' I want
will ya?" Logan turned on him, eyes narrowed. "If I wanted a whore
I'd be down in the city buyin' one."

Remy looked aside breathing hard, blinking in the bright sunlight and
wishing he could blame the sting in his eyes on the sun.

"What are y'thinkin' kid?" Logan asked, sitting down again.

"'Fraid you leave Remy." He admitted. "Not wan dat. Not dat."

"Jesus, Remy." Logan growled. "I'm angry, kid. It don't mean I'm
gonna leave ya."

"Remy didn't mean nothin' downstairs! Just jokin'"

"Remy - it ain't just that." Logan shook his head and looked off,
scanning the treeline and the grounds out of years of habit. Remy
watched him, trying to follow that private mind, trying to figure Logan
out.

"Y'don't trust me." Logan finally said.

"Remy trust you! Trust you wid me life don I?"

"Yeah, yeah y'do and so does Scott an'Jeannie an'Ro an I don't fuck
them Remy. I fuck you."

"How you know, eh?" Remy snapped. "How you know Remy don trust you?"

"It don't take a mindreader to figure that out. Y'don't give me
nothin' out o'yerself. Y'keep thinkn' y'gotta buy me. It's a fuckin'
insult. I ain't with ya just cause I want y'ass - or y'bank account -
kid. I don't like y'thinkin' I'm some - some john y'gotta please or
I'm gonna hurt ya."

"What you want from me? What Remy gotta do, huh?" Remy wailed.

"I want ya t'stop bein' so damn scared o'me, Rem. And I want y't stop
tryin' t'buy me." Logan said softly. "That's all."

Remy leapt up from the log and retreated. He couldn't look at Logan
and wrapped his arms around himself, searching empty sky. No answers
there and how had he betrayed himself this time? Such a coward he was
and Logan hated cowards.

"If y'want t'be with me, fine. If ya don't, fine. I ain't gonna hit
y'for makin' yer own choices kid. I don't own ya."

Remy heard it in Logan's voice. Logan wanted him gone. He gripped his
coat sleeves, shuddering. He felt sick, like he was falling and he
sank shakily to his knees. So cold. "Don. Don - don leave me.
Please, cher. Mon cher. Remy do anythin' I - do wat you want. Anytin
you want. Don leave!"

"Remy!" Logan moved over and gathered him up, shook him roughly.
"Rem, don't go out on me now, dammit!"

"Plait. S'v plait." Remy buried his face in Logan's chest, wrapped
long arms around him and hung on. He was afraid he was going to be
sick and hated it, hated what was happening to him. "I don' know wat
you want."

He began to sob, choking and humiliated. "Remy don know how to give
you wat you wan, cher. Don know. Don know how."

"Easy kid. Take it easy. S'okay." Logan was rubbing his back, long,
firm strokes as soothing as the senseless rumble of his words. Remy
buried his face against Logan's neck, warming himself against the big
man's body. Waiting still for Logan to put him aside and leave him
here, finally tired of Remy's weakness. God knows, everyone else was
tired of him. Remy knew Logan had stayed this long only because he
hadn't been there - Antarctica - hadn't seen what he really was.
Hadn't been there for the trial to see him grovel for the X-men's cold
forgiveness.

"Remy afraid, cher." He whispered, eyes closed. "Beacoup afraid."

"Yeah. Got that."

"Trust you, Logan. Remy swear." Remy rubbed his face against Logan's
chest, pressing close to hear that steady heartbeat. "More than
anyone."

"I c'n believe that." Logan said, rubbing Remy's back. "Trust me in
y'head, Gumbo. Like y'said, w'yer life. Not -"

Logan thumped Remy's chest. "Not here."

His hand slipped down and squeezed Remy's cock. "Not here - not
really. Y'never - let go w'me. It's like y'always scared I'm gonna
turn on ya. I ain't lost control - not in a long time."

"Now you say Remy should let go an' say you don." Remy relaxed his
hips, letting his crotch sag into Logan's hands. That warm hand hadn't
moved, big palm pressing against his stiffening cock. Logan squeezed
him gently. "Dat not fair, cher. W'at if Remy wan dat?"

"I'm willin' if y'are, kid."

Remy shivered thinking of Logan - all that the big man could be - all
that power released. Scared him, Logan was too strong, much stronger
than Remy. Dangerous. He'd always been a little scared of the
Canadian and becoming lovers hadn't quite erased that fear. But the
hope of protection - knowing how ferociously Logan protected what was
his made Remy accept Logan's blunt advances.

He was warmer and sleepy and - and wanted Logan to fuck him. Wanted
Logan to want him. He was good for something, still, and he'd always
been good for this. He shifted, spread his knees, nuzzled Logan's
throat. Licked him. "Cher. Fuck me, cher."

Logan's pulse jumped under his mouth and Remy smiled against his skin
but then Logan held him away, sat him rather hard on the ground. He
was flushed and the roil of anger and lust and unhappiness made Remy
uneasy. "No. Ain't doin' it like this no more."

"W'at - w'at you mean, Logan?"

Logan shook his head then reached out and combed Remy's tangled hair
back with his fingers, that light touch always such a surprise coming
from someone like him. "Listen, Rem. I ain't goin' on like this.
Y're makin' me crazy."

Remy wrapped his arms around himself again. "W'at den, homme?"

Logan sighed. "Don't know yet, Remy. Y'gotta - try an'trust me a
little, okay?"

Remy swallowed. Nodded.

2.
Logan came to the boathouse after dinner. Remy hadn't gone in to the
mansion all day. Hadn't spent any more time with the team than he had
too since the trial. He even avoided Ororo and she didn't seem to be
troubled by that. He'd spread out a couple of sleeping bags in the
cramped second story of the boathouse, stolen a lamp from the emergency
supplies and felt rather like he was twelve again and living in some
abandoned building in New Orleans - except he'd never been as cold as
he was now. Still, he was grateful. He knew he didn't deserve even
this. And when he forgot, there were plenty of reminders around.
Rogue sometimes came and stood outside the boathouse at night, watching
him silently. He'd begged her, weeping, to talk to him but she never
did. He told no one and he was sure Rogue kept her little torments to
herself. Logan was the only one who came to see him and Remy smiled to
himself as he heard the Canadian's soft footsteps downstairs.

"Remy here." He said quietly, knowing the other man's hyper-sensitive
hearing would pick it up.

Logan climbed the ladder up to the half-height attic, swung out onto
the floor and frowned at Remy. "Did ya eat anythin'?"

"Oui." Remy lied. He wasn't hungry and it was easier to lie than to
try to argue Logan out of forcing a steak down his throat. He'd had
breakfast. And thrown it up.

Logan grunted doubtfully but didn't pursue it. Remy was sitting cross-
legged on his sleeping bag, two hands of poker spread out on the dull
green cover. He was losing to himself. Cheating bastard.

Logan loomed over him, huge in the small room. It made Remy uneasy but
he stayed on his knees, he knew how much Loan liked a show of
submission. The low light picked up a gleam from the big silver maple
leaf belt buckle he wore, glittered in his deep set dark eyes and
flashed briefly from his teeth when he gave Remy a wry smile. He had a
coil of yellow nylon rope in one hand and Remy eyed it, swallowing.

"Want to try something different?"

Remy sprang to his feet, scattering cards, one held in his fingers like
a weapon. "Non! Remy don like - si'vou plait, Logan, Remy don like
bein' tied up."

Logan shook his head and tossed the rope to the startled thief. "Nah.
It ain't fer you, Rem."

Remy caught the rope reflexively, half of it slithering out of his
hands to pool on the floor. "Huh?"

"Y'so scared I'm gonna leave ya." Logan said with a shrug that didn't
quite hide his nervousness. He nodded at the rope. "Well, that'll
take care o'that won't it?"

Remy licked his lips, eyeing Logan warily. They'd never done anything
like this. Sex with Logan had all been rather - vanilla. Sweet.
Unexpectedly gentle, for someone as ferocious as Logan. The Canadian
had taken Remy into his bed within weeks of his return from Japan and
not long after Remy came back from Antarctica. Remy still wasn't sure
why. They'd never been particular friends. But, Logan wanted him and
- god - it was good to be wanted. By someone.

Remy had been tied up during sex before. Not because he wanted it.
No. He never wanted it. But he'd never been on the other side. Never
thought of tying someone up - especially a friend. A lover. And never
Logan - he couldn't imagine it - Logan under his control, not the other
way around. No matter how gentle Logan was with him, it was always
clear who had the upper hand. Remy might be faster, he might be taller
-he might be better looking - but once he was in Logan's arms, it was
the Canadian who called the shots.

"Y'afraid I'm gonna hurt ya, maybe." Logan said gently. "An maybe we
can get to y'dick this way. If not y' - heart."

"Logan, non." Remy said nervously. "Don w'an hurt you."

Logan looked sharply at him then shook his head. "I don't want
y'hurtin' me either. Y'jus tie me up. Don't ya want t'know what it's
like? Havin' me under y'control. Y'doin' what y'want w'me."

"Do w'at I wan wit you." Remy echoed with a sharp mix of nerves and
disturbing desire. He'd heard those words before - oh, yes - whispered
in his ear. Hissed against his skin. Heard it through ringing ears,
after a beating. His hands closed tight on the nylon rope and he stared
at Logan, breath quickening.

Logan was watching him through narrowed eyes and Remy saw him testing
the air. Smelling him, dammit. Smelling him get hard. The Canadian
smiled and pulled off his T-shirt.

"You wan dis? Remy no make you do somt'in you don wan. Remy no -
forcin you. You wan to be tied up? Make y'feel t'ings?"

Logan threw his shirt aside and, amazingly, he was blushing. Too bad
Remy didn't have a camera, no one would believe him. Not to mention
the blackmail potential. Logan managed as stiff nod. "Yeah. I want
it. Want t'try it. Want - t'see what yer like an' what I'm like when
things'r - different."

Remy fingered the rope, thin and slightly stiff, it was standard
climbing rope and yellow was rated at 500 psi. Logan was strong but he
was no Colossus. He couldn't snap it but it certainly wasn't
adamantium. "Dis no stop you. Wid dos claws it don mean anything."

Logan gave him a mildly disgusted look . "Y'ain't tellin' me y'can't
figure a way to tie m'hands so I can't cut the rope? An' yer a thief?"

Remy licked his lips while his heat gave a hard, fierce thump. Logan
meant this for real. No games. "Oui. Remy a t'eif. Prince o'
'T'eifs."

Logan bared his teeth in a challenging half smile and slipped off his
belt and boots. Remy could feel the desire and underlying nervousness
from the other man and - he liked it.

"Don take off anyt'ng else, cher." Remy said hoarsely. "Remy do it.
Lie don."

Logan shoved the cards off Remy's bedroll and lay down, as he stretched
out Remy saw how his cock pressed tightly against his jeans. He was
already hard. Dark liquid desire uncurled in Remy's belly, the prickle
of the rope, Logan's slightly fast breathing, the other man stretched
out at Remy's feet like a sacrifice fed it. The thief knelt beside
Logan and stretched his arms above his head.

"Don move 'em." Remy muttered. Logan had brought all 150' of the
emergency rope from the Blackbird and Remy cut a more manageable
section loose. He wound a couple of loops around each of Logan's
wrists, carefully placing the knot where he couldn't reach it with
claws or fingers. Tugged Logan's hands higher until those blunt
fingers brushed the exposed pipe running from the washing machines
downstairs to the solar water heater on the roof. Tied him to the pipe
and knelt next to him.

Logan swallowed hard and Remy watched the bob of his throat, half
hypnotized. He could feel the heat, the hunger in Logan and the uneasy
shift in power between them. Remy wrapped his hands around Logan's
bound wrists, leaned down and kissed him. Logan groaned, mouth opening
hungrily. Remy slid his hands lazily down Logan's arms feeling the
bunch of muscles as Logan strained briefly to him. Stroked his lower
lip with his tongue and just plunged inside Logan's wet mouth, teeth
biting and Logan was just so open. Remy panted dizzily into his mouth,
licked him, rubbed his cheek against Logan's lips and felt the wet
swipe of his tongue. Logan bit him gently, licked his face, everywhere
he could reach, bit Remy's hair, growling.

"Cher." Remy said shakily, he rested his face against Logan's chest,
listening to the fierce pounding of his heart. Combed his fingers
through the dark hair under Logan's arms, damp now with sweat. Logan
shifted restlessly. The rope creaked. Remy licked Logan's nearest
nipple. Hummed against Logan's skin, dark hair wet from his mouth and
tasted the small, half hidden button as it hardened under his tongue.
Remy rubbed his lips against it, closing his eyes and in no hurry.
Nipped.

"Ah - sh-shit!" Logan bucked and suddenly was fighting the ropes.
Twisted, cursing and panting, straining - all those beautiful, heavy
muscles working against yellow nylon. Remy, mouth watering watched.
Watched the ropes hold. Felt Logan feel it. Know it. Shudder. A
shudder that became a needy thrust of his hips and the denim of his
jeans was visibly damp where he was leaking. "Shit, Remy - get m'pants
off - god!"

"Soon e'nuf, cher." Remy purred, eyes half shut, kneeling beside
Logan, his cock ached with the sheer pleasure it gave him to see Logan
like this. Like champagne but - fierce. "Soon e'nuf."

He bent back over Logan's prone body, unfastening his own pants to ease
the pressure on his stiff cock. Opened his mouth on Logan's skin
again, stroking those small sensitive nipples with his tongue. Logan
jerked once then lay still, breathing hard through his nose, quivering
when Remy trailed his finges along the arch of his ribcage.

Remy traced the broad metal lined bones, then let his fingers wander up
to those nipples while he moved to suck lazily on Logan's throat. Bit
at the pulse hammering hard under thin skin and rough stubble. Pinched
a nipple until Logan groaned and pumped his hips up helplessly.

"Ahh - cher. So good." Remy's fingers raced down Logan's sweating
belly, almost dancing over the crisp hair, down to the bulge between
his legs. Hot - yes - and Logan's loud groan. Yes. Remy wiggled on
his knees, hot - hot - hot - he was flying on Logan's pleasure and
frustration. Drinking down Logan's sighs, feeding Logan his tongue and
feeling him suck and pull eagerly. Remy just ached with the feel of
it. So, so good. Blood pounding behind his eyes and between his legs,
Remy kneaded Logan's cock while covering the man's mouth with his own
to feel the way he moaned.

Logan was lying still, fighting to control himself. Remy grinned and
slithered down his body, nipping and sucking. Occasional bruises
bloomed on Logan's skin only to fade seconds later. Remy unfastened
Logan's jeans with deft fingers, pulling them down his hips. His cock
was enormous, red and leaking steadily onto Logan's belly. Remy blew
lightly across the wet head.

"Ah - shit, Remy!" Logan gasped, shuddering, arching his back and
clinging desperately to his fragmenting self control. "Suck me. Suck
me dammit!"

"Mmm. Remy suck you - " Remy breathed along the length of Logan's
twitching cock. "Remy suck you when he want, cher."

Remy tugged on the jeans while Logan squirmed, lifting his hips to
help, frantic to get his clothes off. Remy pulled the pants down his
legs, ending up at Logan's feet. On impulse, he cupped a heel in his
hand and lifted one of Logan's feet, licked the arch slowly. Logan
yelled and twisted.

"Cher. Cher." Remy soothed, running a hand up Logan's hairy leg.
Logan dropped back onto the sleeping bag, gasping.

"Ahh - Rem. Do that again -!"

Remy smiled then bit Logan's ankle, eliciting another wild cry then
licked his slow way up Logan's legs, shedding his own clothes as he
went. He put a hand behind one knee and pushed a leg up, running his
tongue down the back of a powerful thigh. Salt and texture, dark hair
thickening as he neared Logan's crotch. Muscles trembling against his
mouth. Twisting ache of heat between his own legs. Needed to make
Logan yell again. Make him thrash like a fish on a line. Remy's cock
began a hard, demanding throb.

Scooting forward, Remy buried his face in dark hair, licked the heavy
shape of Logan's balls, nuzzling with a little pleased croon. The
weight of Logan in his mouth, the hot, hard shape of him and thin,
delicate skin. And, oh yes, the shuddering clench of Logan's thighs on
his shoulders. Remy sucked, tugged on the testicle in his mouth,
licked it. Felt so good. And all on his own terms. Making Logan moan
low in his throat and he hadn't even touched his cock yet.

Face buried between Logan's wide spread legs, Remy reached down and
began to pull himself. He could taste Logan's heat, share his rising,
frantic ache, his need to be touched. It felt so good and he was so
hard, so hungry, and he loved heat between them. Remy reluctantly
released Logan's balls, he could see how Logan's cock was rigid,
straining and almost purple with frustration. Looking up he saw sweat
gleaming on Logan's chest and how he clutched desperately at the pipe
he was tied to. The muscles in Logan's belly and thighs were
trembling.

Remy wiggled up Logan's body, rubbing himself cat-like against him.
When their cocks brushed together, Remy moaned and Logan cried out.
The Canadian ground up against the slight thief straddling him. Remy
braced himself and rocked on Logan's hips, grinning down at him
wickedly. Logan was so big, so hot. He moved his hips in little
circles, dragging his balls over Logan's cock, feeling the tight, rapid
throb against his scrotum.

Logan's was panting and his eyes glassy and Remy couldn't resist
dipping down and kissing that open mouth. "So beautiful, cher."

"Remy - Remy, god y'killin me." Logan groaned, he braced himself on
the pipe and arched up, thrusting hard under Remy. Remy grinned and
rode those bucking hips.

"What a way to go, non? You - like dis."

"Yes.yesyesyessssss - grrraaah." Logan hissed, words dissolving into
incoherent noises. Hungry noises. Desperate noises and Remy wanted
those noises. Wanted to hear them, wanted to make them, wanted to make
Logan make them.

And he ached to have that cock inside him. Ached for it. Suddenly, he
couldn't wait anymore, couldn't tease anymore. He had to have Logan in
him. With shaking fingers, Remy searched for the tube of lubricant,
fumbled it open, dropping the cap on Logan's chest and squeezed a cold
dollop of gel onto his fingers. Logan was watching him with wide,
stunned eyes.

"Remy need - need you." Remy gasped, resting his forehead on Logan's
heaving chest. He reached back and pushed his slippery fingers into
his anus. Groaned and shuddered at the stretch, the small ache, and
the visceral curl of pleasure. "Remy gonna ride your cock, cher."

Beneath him, Logan snarled and arched up, hips hitching uncontrollably
beneath Remy in his savage need to take the slender body astride him.
He subsided, growling softly and watching Remy closely as the thief
worked himself open for Logan's cock.

Panting, Remy rose up on his knees, pulling his fingers from his anus
with a hiss. He reached down and grabbed Logan's swollen shaft,
stroked it briefly with slick fingers then shifted so the wide head was
pressed gently against his hole. Logan was growling constantly now,
brown eyes dilated so wide they looked black. He arched, trying to
force his cock into Remy but the thief rose with the motion, keeping
Logan where he was and no deeper.

Logan growled like a dog and Remy stared down at him, panting. The
Canadian's biceps were bunched and straining as he jerked repeatedly
against the nylon rope. His hips pumped with each jerk of his arms.
His chest rose and fell rapidly and his snarls were rising in volume
and frustration. His eyes were - savage - and fixed on Remy as if the
thief was the only thing left in his world. Remy shivered, caught
between the fearful realization of how dangerous Logan was in this
state and a wondering discovery of his own power. He could make Logan
feel this way. Him. Remy.

With a moan, Remy's back arched and he pressed down on Logan's cock.
Kneeling over Logan, with knees spread wide, he was open and eager.
Logan's dripping head popped quickly into his ass. Remy's breath
caught in a little delighted sound, completely drowned out by Logan's
wild howl.

Logan bucked under the Cajun, driving himself deeper. Remy cried out
at the sharp pleasure, then braced his hands on Logan's chest. He
rocked, still in control despite Logan's violent bucking, and eased
Logan's cock all the way in. Remy sat on Logan's hips, impaled on his
wonderful cock. Logan howled again, drawing his knees up for leverage
and heaved up under Remy.

"Ahhhn - cher - !" Remy cried at the strike of Logan's cock.
Wonderful, so intense it brought tears to his red eyes. God, he
couldn't remember when it had felt this good. Logan was a wild animal
under him - his wild animal - bucking like a bull in rut. Remy threw
his head back, braced his hands on Logan's thighs and rode the Canadian
like he was riding a galloping horse.

Beneath him, Logan was bucking and twisting, howling at the top of his
lungs. He slammed his cock fiercely hard into Remy's slick hole - the
wet smacking noises getting faster and wilder - totally out of control.
Remy dug his fingers into Logan's legs, unconsciously drawing blood,
and arched back to meet those wonderfully deep thrusts. His wailing
cries were rising in volume to match Logan as the spiking pleasure made
him writhe, loving the mad throb of Logan's cock. He pushed down,
wanting it deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper . Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes -

Suddenly, Logan arched like a bow, roared gutturally and convulsed.
Hot come spurted deep inside Remy's body. Remy, lifted off the floor
by Logan's violent surge, screamed in response. Ribbons of come
spattered over Logan's chest and neck as the thief came violently,
clenching hard around Logan's pulsing cock. Logan gave a final
maddened cry as Remy's spasms squeezed his sensitive cock and collapsed
onto the sleeping bag with an exhausted groan.

Remy slumped down onto Logan's heaving chest. Struggling to catch his
breath, he felt Logan's twitching cock slipping slowly from his ass.
Remy groaned and managed to slither up Logan's sweat slick body to pull
the quick release on the rope. He kissed Logan and opened his eyes to
stare worriedly down at the Canadian when he got no response.

"Cher?"

Logan's eyes were closed, his face slack in exhaustion and a sort of
dazed ecstasy. Remy could sense his floating euphoria - was rather
feeling that way himself. After a moment, Remy's voice seemed to
penetrate and Logan blinked slowly up at him. He said something
incoherent, moved his arms, blinked again then put them around Remy,
holding him hard. The yellow nylon rope still trailed from his wrists,
brushing against Remy's back and they both shivered. This close, Remy
could see how Logan's still glassy eyes dilated a little at the feel of
the rope, then Logan's big hand was tangled in his hair and pulling his
head down. A warm mouth met his, kissing him eagerly and repeatedly.
Remy clutched the wide shoulders, feeling how the muscles still
trembled. Logan's heart was beating so hard, Remy could feel it
slamming against his body as he rested on top of the bigger man.

"Okay cher?"

"Oh, y- yeah - yeah." Logan muttered after a few moments. "Okay."

Remy nestled his head on the other man's shoulder and sighed. Logan
stroked his back, the nylon rope trailing ticklishly across his skin.
He never wanted to move. He was finally warm.

TBC?