Logan awoke to feel Remy’s head still on his chest.
The slim leg of the kid laid across his thigh, and it
was just as velvet as his hands and hairless chest.

~The mornin’ can be great indeed~ Wolverine thought
sweetly, looking down at the kid’s frame. For the
first time in his life he was afraid to move, afraid
to wake up the young man, to disturb him even
slightly. So he just laid there, listening to Remy’s
breathing and feeling his small form on his own rough
body.

He dared to shift his head ever so slightly to look
into the kid’s face, and his heart raced, beating so
loud he was afraid it would wake the kid up.

Remy was smiling, his features relaxed and as innocent
as those of a newborn. Auburn hair fell slightly over
the velvet cheek, almost touching the corner of his
lips.

He looked like a small angel who came from the sky,
and the big rough Cerberus guarded his sleep.

Logan didn’t feel when exactly the sleep reclaimed
him.

Remy woke up about an hour later. Carefully raising
his head, he traced his gaze over Logan’s face,
wondering how the man managed to stay looking
threatening and tense even when asleep. His lean body
was lying over the man’s frame, and Remy thought
that’s how it would feel lying on metal, or at least
tough wood.

~Mais de wood isn’ dis warming an’ welcoming~ he
thought and his hand caressed Logan’s cheek.

Getting no reaction, he ran his fingers through rich
hair, and his lips over Savior’s cheek right above the
side-burn. His leg meanwhile was rubbing over the
man’s inner thigh.

Logan was on the edge of his last attempts to feign
asleep, while Remy continued his ministrations, moving
upwards to Logan’s nose and forehead, spreading
kisses. His other hand found itself in the curls over
Logan’s chest.

Wolverine’s lips pulled into a smile when he could
hold back no more.

“Hey, I knew y’ weren’ asleep!” the kid exclaimed,
falling on Logan’s solid chest.

“Just wanted ta know how far ya would go t’ wake me
up, kid.” He grinned. Remy wiggled down lower.

“As far as y’d let me.” he whispered mischievously,
licking Logan’s lips with the tip of his curious
tongue. They shared a kiss, and Logan rolled out of
the bed.

“Let’s go, kid. We don’t have all day!”

The Cajun remained on the bed and his grin got even
more mischievous. “Why don’ we?”

Logan stood his ground, giving Remy a meaningful look.

The Cajun glanced at him, then suddenly stretched out
and shifted the covers aside, exposing his pale body
to the soft rays of the morning sun. They shone on the
velvet skin, giving it a true look of gold, though of
some kind of soft, living gold that breathed.

As for Logan, he could breathe no more, caught up in
the marvelous sight.

Remy grinned a if-you-want-me-to-get-up-then-make-me
look, and Wolverine decided against his former plans.
Instead, he suddenly threw himself on the bed in one
single leap.

The Acadian rolled to the side quickly, saving himself
from several broken bones Logan’s adamantium skeleton
could cause by falling on tender flesh. However, he
wasn’t fast enough for Wolverine on the hunt.

Logan caught him around the waist and pulled him
close, enjoying the small frame in the bear hug of his
huge arms. And again, he wanted to crush him to his
chest, but got scared at the very last moment, deep in
his heart he was afraid that he could hurt the kid, if
his super-strength accidentally got in touch with that
living miracle.

For Remy it was a short breath-taking moment, when
those arms went around him, pulling him back, pinning
him firmly to Savior’s chest. The embrace tightened,
and at some point the Cajun felt it was getting hard
to breathe, and was ready to squirm, when the pull
stopped. Frozen at the moment of almost suffocating
him, turning from a scary vice-grisp into a tight
loving hold.

Logan nibbled at the back of Remy’s neck and smiled,
as the Cajun squirmed slightly and let out a small
moan. He caught his earlobe and sucked on it, probing
it with his teeth. “Ya could have yer ear pierced.” He
muttered, while licking the side of the kid’s chin.

“Mais oui” Remy whispered back. His current position
was blissful, yet being held with his back to Logan he
wasn’t capable of giving him any of the pleasure he
craved to give. So he whirled in Logan’s arms, trying
to get himself so he’d face the Savior.

Wolverine let him turn, and immediately felt curious
hands roaming over his chest and his back, somehow
being everywhere at once. He moaned and was ready to
let the kid go and let him do the ministrations, when
a thought occurred to him.

In a second he rolled the Cajun on his back and pinned
his hands on either side of his chest. The kid closed
his eyes, but a frown indicated he doubted he was
ready to take Logan in right now.

For a moment nothing happened, then Remy felt a soft
tingling sensation on his nipple. It grew, and soon he
couldn’t hold back a groan of pure pleasure. Opening
his eyes, he blinked silly. Logan was still holding
his hands to the sheets, while his tongue was gently
probing Remy’s nipple.

Then he bent down more and claimed the nipple with his
lips, sucking on it. The Cajun impulsively arched his
back and thrashed his legs, which were currently
captured by Logan’s.

That was right when Logan realized what had been
happening to the young Acadian all his life. The kid
gave pleasure, was used and abused thoroughly, yet he
never had the chance to just lay down and enjoy.

Logan had to work with his tongue for now, since his
hands were still around the kid’s wrists. And that
tongue was doing tremendous work! Up the column of
kid’s throat, to the chin, down to nibble at his
collar bone. Wolverine barely managed to hold himself
back from biting and drawing blood.

The chest felt strange, too flat compared to what he
was used to, but for some reason it seemed more
natural this way. He pleased the kid the way he knew
he himself could be pleased, using all favorite spots
he knew.

It was working, and it brought Logan more pleasure
then he had ever expected – just seeing this body
under him moaning and mumbling something incoherent in
French was driving him crazy, not to mention the fact
that each move of the kid’s leg brushed over Logan’s
cock, erecting it thoroughly.

Soon Wolverine had already gone through every known
spot on the upper body, and had to go down. Raising
his head, he caught the kid’s misty stare and spoke.

“I’ll let yer hands go now, but promise me ya won’t
touch me.”

“Mais why?…” Remy muttered, his lids heavy and closing
from lust.

“Because that’s what I want” Logan said simply and
added, “You’ll like it.”

He let go of the kid’s wrists and shifted lower to
stroke and kiss the taught stomach with the visible
six-pack of muscles, and then moved down to his lower
abdomen.

The Acadian’s cock already stood commando, jerking up
between his legs. For a moment Wolverine hesitated,
not sure if it was a good idea to do what he was about
to do. There was a time he’d thought it a hooker’s
job, but…

~He did it ta you, and he’s certainly not a hooker~
with that Logan lowered his head and licked around the
red head of the cock.

Underneath him Remy let out a scream, a real loud
scream that rolled over the room. Long fingers
clenched in the sheets, and heels dug into the
mattress, trying to raise slim urging hips.

The last bits of hesitation vanished, and Logan took
the erect shaft into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks
as he withdrew it only to take in again. The kid under
him let out a series of barely contained groans,
seeping through his clenched teeth.

~Yeah… that’s it, baby…~ Wolverine sucked with more
strength and dared to push it deeper into his mouth,
but the strong gag reflex didn’t allow him to
deep-throat the shaft, even after he concentrated on
relaxing his throat muscles.

To compensate this, he went on stroking the kid’s
length, while sucking on the head.
 

Remy was sinking in ecstasy, and all he wanted at that
moment was to grab Logan’s head and force himself
deeper. Yet, he remembered the Savior saying to him
not to touch him, so the poor kid had to ravish the
sheets to keep himself from commiting that prohibited
deed.

His body tensed under the ministrations, and finally
the sticky load shot from his shaft into Logan’s
mouth.

Wolverine’s first thought was to draw back, but he
decided against it at the very last moment, and felt
the sticky salty liquor filling his mouth. Driven by
unknown reasons, he swallowed it, and again, and
again, until the cock in his mouth was milked dry.

Getting on all fours, he crawled back up to the
Cajun’s half-conscious form and kissed his lips,
sharing the salty taste.

“Did ya like it?” he asked, and Remy turned his head
to face him – though it looked more like his head
lolled to the side in the right direction.

“Dat was de best, mon Savior…” he whispered. Logan
smiled and shared one more kiss before sliding off the
bed.

“And now all lazy boys can finally get up!” he
smirked. Remy grunted with a like-hell! statement,
bringing his hands behind his head and smiling from
ear to ear.

Epilogue

They finally got out of the bed and had breakfast. At
10 o’clock Logan was munching the last sandwich, while
Remy was smoking “Chester”. Wolverine gave occasional
glances to the kid, the cigarette giving him the look
of a naughty school-boy who used the break to go
behind the bikesheds and have a smoke.

“So, we go t’ de X-Men?” LeBeau questioned with a
wicked grin, and Logan grinned too. After what had
happened yesterday and this morning…… ~Hey, Cyke.
Here’s the boy I told ya about. We’re in love, and I
promise I’ll invite ya on our wedding… DAY!~ he
chuckled.

“They’ll be happy ta see us, kiddo.” Logan smirked,
imagining all his friend’s faces.

* * * * *

They arrived at the mansion three hours later. The
moment they opened the door, Logan already knew
Cyclops and Storm were standing at the door to greet
them.

Wolverine moved around the car and embraced Remy’s
waist, feeling the kid lean onto Logan’s shoulder with
his head, dropping a wave of auburn hair over Logan’s
jacket.

Scooter’s jaw seemed to lower with every step they
made to the door. Jean poked her head outside – and
froze with her eyes popping out.

~Yeah, yeah, Jeannie. The nice new boy – and already
taken, what a shame…~ Logan thought, and the
mischievous grin spread on his lips.

“Welcome home.” he whispered to the beautiful young
man by his side, and Remy answered with a warm
disarming smile. He had a home now. A true home. He
knew it was still foreign, and much time would have to
pass before he’d feel the place was his own.

But he knew there was love in the world – he even knew
what the love looked like.

Countless dangers were waiting for him, grinning from
the future; and Remy fearlessly grinned back. He knew
he’d crush them all.

But that would be another story…
 

THE END