Rescued

Remy tried not to cry. Cold and frightened and sore -
hands wrenched behind his back and bound in plastic,
choking in the musty smell from the canvas bag over
his head - he tried not to cry, terrified of
attracting the attention of his captors.

He'd never seen it coming. Hadn't heard a thing.
Minding his own business only to be taken down, some
stinking sack thrown over his head, bound hand and
foot and dragged into a long abandoned house by -
someone. He didn't know why. The thief knew no one
would come looking for him, still he prayed for a
miracle, a rescue. Someone to save him.

He twisted his wrists in the plastic pull-ties,
struggling till he bled. No locks to pick, no rope to
slip out of. When he heard noises outside the room
he'd been dumped into like so much garbage, Remy froze
again. At first nothing seemed to be happening, a low
voiced conversation even his sharp ears couldn't
overhear then shouting and the crash and shatter of
wood breaking. A gunshot. Remy flinched, biting his
lip. The door opened and he cringed as best he could,
bound as he was.

"Christ!" Someone rasped then there were heavy
footsteps approaching. When hands pulled him away
from the wall, he couldn't help but cry out in fear,
heart racing.

"Shh - dammit, kid shuddup!" The voice hissed, rough
and heavy - like the hands. "There still some out
there. Don't need to be fightin' my way through the
whole fuckin' army."

Remy felt the cool touch of a blade on his wrists,
then his hands were free. He hauled desperately at the
hood while his feet were cut loose. He was in some
tiny, disused room full of broken furniture and dust.
It was quite dark, he couldn't see much of his rescuer
except the broad outline of his shoulders. The man
looked to be wearing the same uniform as the soldiers
who'd captured him and Remy drew uncertainly away.

The man looked up and grinned, the thief could tell by
the brief glitter of his teeth. "Take it easy."

"Who - who are you?"

"Call me - Patch. And that' all t'time we got for
introductions. Come on, kid, if ya want outa here."

"Oh, Oui." Remy scrambled to his feet then staggered.
Patch grunted and pulled him close, Remy had to lean
heavily on him, limping and praying the man wouldn't
just abandon him because he was slow. "S-sorry,
Monsieur. De bindings were to tight."

Patch only shook his head and Remy leaned into the
man's strength, swallowing. He was warm too, and Remy
was grateful for the man's bulk as they slunk out of
the tiny boathouse and away from prying eyes. It was
raining, lightly but steadily and Patch nodded in
satisfaction. He was so tired that the soldier had to
practically carry him the last mile or so deep into
light woodland. Patch put him down in the dubious
shelter of a pine.

Shivering, Remy stared up at the big man staring down
at him, fists on hips. Patch was older in an ageless
kind of way, broad shoulders, deep chested, solid and
short. He had dark, unkempt hair and a scruffy beard
- a namesake black patch covered his left eye. His
uniform looked worn, lived in. Kind of like Patch
himself. Remy dropped his eyes nervously.

"Huh. Y'look like y'freezin' there, kid. What's yer
name anyway?"

"Remy, M. Patch."

"Fine. Here." His rescuer hauled off his jacket and
dropped it onto of the startled thief. Heat still
radiated from it and Remy shivered harder. Patch was
left in a rather stained T-shirt, his web belt held a
holstered gun and a couple of clips was well as the
usual small pouches soldiers used to carry everything
from condoms to palm grenades.

"But - you'll be c-cold, Monsieur. Remy can't -"

"Don't worry about, bub. Yer as skinny as a rail, I
got more paddin' then you - and a chest full a hair
t'keep me warm." Patch's voice was amused and
suddenly he sounded warm and friendly and protective
instead of harsh and threatening. Remy put the canvas
coat on, hugging it to his body and smiled shyly up at
the man who'd saved him. The answering smile was
clearer in the cloudy night, rough but honest.

"Let's see -" Patch dug around in the shrubbery and
pulled out a backpack with a grunt. Remy cursed his
weakness but was just to tired to help as the other
man put up a tiny, one man tent and dug out a
miniscule fire pit. "Come on, kid. Get your ass over
here and warm up."

"Lemme see yer hands."

Remy held out his hands and Patch pushed his ragged
sleeves up, frowning at the bruises and lacerations.

"Y'shouldn't fight that crap. Heat makes it shrink in
length - tightens it up." Patch began to clean his
wounds, Remy bit his lip at the sting of antiseptic.
The soldier's hands were big, heavy, dark hair dusted
the backs of his fingers but they were very gentle.
Sudden tears stung Remy's eyes and he turned his face
away, embarrassed. It wasn't because it hurt. He
just - couldn't remember the last time someone had
touched him gently. "Hey - y'okay there kid?"

Remy breathed deep. "Oui. Jus - tired."

"Yeah, I can see that. Yer soaked too and filthy.
Get outta that shit and into the tent."

"De fire's warm, Monsieur Patch." Remy huddled as
close as he could, wrinkling his nose at the smoke.
"Remy cold."

The man sighed. "The heat ain't gonna carry and I
gotta put it out as soon as I get some food warmed up.
I'm sorry kid, its to dangerous to leave it."

Remy held his shivering hands out. "Remy stay here
till it's gone, den."

"Fine. But get outta that shit. Wrap up in this -
the wet clothes'll make y'colder than being naked.
Stuff so full o'holes it ain't doin you any good
anyway."

Remy grabbed the blanket, wrapped it around himself
and skinned out of his filthy clothes. Patch busied
himself with heating up some instant soup and freeze
dried coffee but Remy caught him glancing over more
than once.

The thief settled cross-legged next to the fire,
accepting a cup of hot soup and sipping gratefully.
His stomach growled nosily and Patch smirked.

"Yer stomach's gonna be changin' its mind when that
crap hits it."

"It's good, Monsieur Patch." Remy said bravely. Even
though he couldn't recall the last time he'd eaten, it
tasted horrible. But it was hot and calories and he
ate it all.

Patch snorted, drinking his own soup and staring into
the fire.

Remy watched the light play on the harsh, unhandsome
features. He was alone with this man, this stranger.
He'd never seen the soldier before, he didn't know why
he'd bothered to rescue him or why he'd deserted his
own army. But Remy wasn't afraid. He glanced out
into the darkness and shivered, unconsciously edging
closer to Patch who glanced at him briefly but didn't
move away. He felt safe with Patch. Safe for the
first time in a - very long time - secure, sheltered.

"Want some chocolate?" Patch asked after a
comfortable silence watching the flickering firelight.

"Oh, Oui - s'v plait."

Patch chuckled at his eagerness and Remy blushed,
hoping the firelight would hide it. Patch laughed
again, but not mockingly. He dug out a military issue
chocolate bar, snapped it in half and gave a piece to
Remy. Remy felt a tremor in Patch's fingers as they
touched. Remy met Patch's dark eyes and watched a
faint flush color the man's face. His rescuer pulled
away as if burned and turned back to the fire.

Remy ate the chocolate, eyes half closed in bliss,
thinking hard.

He thought about Patch and the gentleness in his
touch. The tiny tent and the way it would feel to be
sheltered by the big man's body. How long it had been
since anyone had held him. He wondered what it would
feel like - Remy stole another glance at Patch and the
way the damp T-shirt clung to his shoulders. The man
was strong, very strong and big. Remy blushed
suddenly again, wondering if Patch was big -
everywhere. The slim thief's breathing caught a
little as he realized he wanted to know the answer.
Patch's gaze flicked quickly to him and away again as
the man's nostrils flared.

"Monsieur -"

"M'name's Patch. Ain't nobody's sir."

"Patch, Oui." Remy murmured. He scooted a little
closer, biting his lip as Patch shifted, hoping the
other man wouldn't pull away. "Patch - why you take
Remy wid you when you - left?"

The man snorted rudely. "Deserted y'mean."

"Oui."

"Cause I heard they'd caught ya and I heard - other
things as well." Patch shifted uncomfortably,
avoiding Remy's eyes. "And I wasn't gonna leave no
one t'that."

Remy swallowed. "Remy - very grateful, Patch."

Patch nodded and Remy leaned in those last few inches
and kissed him awkwardly. The man jerked away and
Remy drew back, scared.

"Ya don't have ta screw me t'thank me!" The man
snapped, clearly offended. "Ya think I'm like them?"

Remy flushed, stammering. He was grateful, thankful
that Patch had saved him and, if Patch had asked, he
would have paid his debt to the man with his body.
But Patch wasn't that kind of man, to demand that kind
of payback. And that only made the thief want him
more. "N-non. Dats not why - Remy *want* to, Patch.
Remy t'ankful, Oui but not a whore."

Patch dropped back down, staring hard at him.
"Y'gotta be outa yer head. Y'got plenty o'better
prospects in the world besides some washed up
deserter."

Remy lifted his chin arrogantly. "Remy choose who he
want. You not washed up an' if you left de army -
dat's only common sense! Better dan ending up dead in
a ditch de next time the enemy come, eh?"

Patch shook his head. "Fucking stupid war."

Remy leaned close. "Remy don care 'bout de war. An'
Remy know you an honorable man. An - right now, Remy
don care about any o dat. He just - wan kiss you
again."

Patch stared hard at him for a long moment and Remy
swallowed, his courage nearly deserting him. "Okay."

Patch gently drew him closer, tucking Remy against his
chest. The thief snuggled close, knowing he was
blushing again, unable to help it.

Patch tipped his face up, thumb stroking briefly
across his lip, Remy's heart picked up. "Y'sure 'bout
this?"

"Oui. S'v plait. Oui."

Patch kissed him, just the lightest touch at first.
Remy untangled an arm from the blanket, letting it
slide down in instinctive seduction, and clung to the
man's shoulders. Patch's grip tightened, his mouth
pressed harder, parting to let the man's tongue touch
Remy's lips. The thief shivered, a little cold, a
little nervous and opened his mouth. Salt, coffee and
chocolate and Patch's tongue stroked inside him. He
nibbled gently on the thief's lower lip and Remy
moaned.

He tried to kiss back, cheeks flaming, hoping Patch
couldn't tell his inexperience. He stroked the nape
of Patch's neck the pressed his fingers in the thick,
dark hair. His heart was pounding so loudly he was
sure Patch could hear it. And he was hard. Remy
squirmed, he'd never felt so exited, not without
touching himself. And they'd only begun.

After a breathless, timeless while, Patch pulled back
a little, smiling at Remy's clutch and soft protests.
"Lets get in the tent, kid. It's gonna start rainin'
again and I sure as hell don't want ya bein' cold."

"Ah - okay, Oui."

Patch unzipped the door and Remy slithered in, opening
the single sleeping bag and spreading it on the canvas
floor of the tent. He glanced around and paused.
Patch was stripping quickly outside where there was
room, the firelight highlighted the ripple of muscle,
the hard strength of arms and thighs and chest. Dark
hair shadowed the heavy pecs, spilled down Patch's
belly, fuzzed the outline of his thighs and arms.
Remy's gaze fell to the man's cock and he flushed,
both frightened and exited. Patch was half hard but
already large and thick, with more to come. Heavy,
hairy balls were nestled between his thighs and the
thief's fingers itched to touch them, weigh them in
his hands. The head of Patch's cock looked like some
exotic fruit, flushed and thin skinned and delicate.

Remy's wiped his mouth unconsciously as his cock
jerked in startling response to the sight of the other
man. Patch caught him looking and grinned, standing
for a moment more to let him look his fill. "Like
what y'seein' kid?"

"Oui. Come inside, s'v plait." Remy hesitated and
colored again. "Remy want - to touch you."

"Sounds good to me."

Patch crawled inside and the tent was immediately to
small. Remy squirmed aside and the big man lay on his
side next to him, so close that Remy could feel the
brush of his legs against his own and his soft
breathing. Shy again, Remy lowered his eyes, finding
himself looking at the man's chest and the small
nipples hidden in the dark curls. He wondered what
all that hair would feel like.

"Y'wanna give me some o'that blanket, kid?" Patch
rumbled gently. "It's the only one we got."

"S-sorry, M. Patch." Remy hurriedly untangled himself
and draped part of the army issue blanket over the
other man. They were even closer now, touching along
their bodies and Remy shuddered at the warmth and
ticklish brush of Patch's body hair.

"Just Patch."

"Den jus Remy, eh?"

"Remy." Patch said, gently brushing the overlong
bangs out of Remy's face. "Pretty name. Y'ever do
this before?"

Caught, Remy went red and shook his head. "Wan dis
though. Remy wan dis - a - a lot."

Patch chuckled and shifted and Remy gasped. "Figured
that out. We'll go slow, kid - Remy. Don't worry
'bout nothin. Ol Patch is gonna treat you good."

Patch shifted closer and what had been a light touch
against Remy's cock became the press of the man's
thigh between his legs. Remy shifted, put an arm
around Patch's shoulders. They kissed some more.
Remy discovered he was rubbing against the man and
whimpering into his mouth. He pulled back and pressed
his burning face to Patch's shoulder, wondering if he
was being too greedy. Patch groaned and ran a hand
down Remy's back. The thief, breathing rapidly,
licked the skin under his mouth. Tasting salt,
feeling warm skin, feeling the urgency in the other
man Remy rocked again, responding to the exploring
hands on his back, panting, exited. Wanting more. He
didn't care if he was being greedy.

He could feel how hard Patch was, he seemed huge
against Remy's belly. He leaned back, pushing at the
blanket - Remy didn't feel cold now. "Wan look at
you, homme."

Patch rolled onto his back with a grunt, grinning.
"Go ahead, I'm all yours."

Remy met his eyes and smiled. "D'accord."

He was big. Thick and hard, Remy touched him shyly -
running his hand down the throbbing length. Patch
groaned, chest heaving at the tentative touch. The
thief grinned. Remy cradled the furred scrotum,
feeling the weight and heat of it. He stroked up the
man's belly, petting his chest. Touched a nipple and
watched Patch bite his lip. The man's hands were
fisted in the blanket. Impulsively, Remy leaned down
and licked at the small spot, Patch gasped sharply and
clutched at his head. The cock in his fist twitched
and throbbed hard.

Remy played his way down Patch's body. With a
hesitant glance up at the other man's face - Patch had
propped himself on his elbows to watch Remy explore -
Remy touched his lips to the head of the man's rigid
cock. It was hot.

"Ahhh - kid - kid."

"Remy s'v plait." He murmured, letting his lips brush
along the shaft as he spoke and smiling as Patch
shuddered. "Dis okay?"

"Oh, god - Remy. Y'gotta ask?"

He didn't really. Every time he touched his lips to
the cock riding Patch's heaving belly, it twitched and
Patch made a sound somewhere between a groan and a
growl. Remy licked curiously at the drop of fluid
seeping from the head and decided he liked the taste.
He licked the velvety head again, heard Patch groan,
then opened his mouth to suck it in.

"Jesus -" Patch gasped, his hand came heavy on the
back of Remy's head, grabbing his hair. The other man
didn't push, only held him and panted noisily as Remy
sucked awkwardly. He tried a little tongue play and
Patch's hips jerked, the head rocked deeper in and
Remy sucked, bobbing his head slightly, stroking the
rest of the shaft with his free hand.

Remy's eyes drifted shut. This was - nice. It was
something everyone made nasty jokes about but - he
liked it. He could feel Patch's pulse on his tongue,
taste the pre-cum oozing into his mouth. It made him
feel - close and good - and he could tell how much
Patch liked it. The man didn't seem to care that Remy
didn't know what he was doing. The little tent was
intimate and the quiet rain blended in to the soft
sucking sounds he was making. Patch's rumbling moans
were occasional counterpoint. Remy balanced himself
on his knees and reached down to touch his own
neglected cock.

"Mn - Remy - let me do that." Patch mumbled and
pushed his hand away. The warm grip made Remy gasp
around Patch's cock. The other man explored between
his legs for a moment, fingertips massaging his balls
- Remy hicced and squirmed at the touch - thumb
rubbing his wet head then settled into a gentle, slow
stroke that echoed the slow movements of Remy's mouth
on Patch's cock.

"Mmmmm." Remy murmured around the thick shaft.

"S-good, huh?" Patch whispered. "Y'like that?"

Remy made some noise he hoped Patch would take for
agreement. He felt so good like this, he didn't want
to stop what he was doing to talk.

It was good to just feel. Remy sucked and rocked,
unaware of the muffled moans he was making. Patch
responded by increasing the wonderful friction and the
thief was thrusting into the warm hand on him with the
other tangled in his hair and the vulnerable throb in
his mouth - Remy cried out, startled by the sudden
sweet rush as he came all over Patch's fingers and the
blanket.

Patch laughed and gently tugged Remy up to lie next to
him. "Yer a real treasure, kid."

"Remy - remember, cher?" The thief reached down and
trailed a fingertip down Patch's cock. "Don - you
want Remy go on?"

He wondered with sudden, horrible embarrassment, if
he'd been doing something wrong. Patch smiled and
kissed him gently.

"We got all the time in the world, kid."

"Remy -"

The soldier smiled again and licked Remy's cum off his
fingers, his eyes closed partway, rumbling softly to
himself. Patch caught Remy's suprised expression and
raised his brows questioningly.

"What?"

Remy ducked his head, petting Patch's chest. "Din
t'ink you - like dat."

"Huh? Like what?" Patch wound a lock of Remy's hair
around a finger and tugged until the thief was looking
at him again. "Cocksucker?"

Remy avoided the man's eyes, swallowing, and nodded
uncertainly.

"You liked it - didn't ya Remy? The taste o'me in yer
mouth?"

"Oui but - " Remy shrugged. "Dat's me. Everyone
t'ink I do dat anyway. Like de soldiers - "

Patch rolled Remy under him with a wicked chuckle.
"Well, this soldier is a cocksucker from way back,
kid. And I want more than just a taste o'ya."

Patch tipped Remy's head back and bit his pulse point.
Moved to nip along his collarbone, licked slowly back
up his throat and then darted the tip of his tongue
into Remy's ear, making him jump and yelp. Patch
chuckled. "Yer a beauty."

By the time the soldier had made his way down to
Remy's cock, the thief's erection was eagerly
reviving. He hung onto the man's thick black hair and
groaned repeatedly. It felt like Patch had bit and
sucked and licked every inch of skin between his chin
and his cock. Patch tickled the head of his cock with
his tongue and Remy cried out, arching up.

"Ah - wait - s'v plait!" Remy gasped, still
oversensitive. Patch growled a little but moved to
lick his balls instead of continuing to play with his
cock.

The thief's thighs were pressed to Patch's shoulders,
the man's big hands slid down to the backs of his
knees and lifted his legs slightly. Remy stared at
the canvas ceiling wide eyed with shock as Patch's
tongue wormed its way under his scrotum, exploring
lower, wet - warm.

"Oh, Dieu! Patch - what - s'v plait! Non! Yes - don
stop!"

Remy arched, clawed at the blankets as Patch tongued
him. The man lifted his head with a grin.

"Y'okay there, Remy?"

"Mon Dieu. Dieu - dat - dat so good." Remy moaned,
flushing. But it was true. He was hard now, achingly
hard and it had been because of what the man was
*doing*, because of the press of his tongue *inside*.
Inside. Die, inside and Patch was doing it again.
Doing it more, pushing his tongue in and out, rough
stubble adding to the quickly growing tension in his
balls and cock.

When Patch pulled away, Remy clutched his hair and
begged for more.

"Y'sure kid?" Patch's voice was low and serious.
"Cause there's a lot more - if ya want that."

Remy panted, Patch took his hands and kissed his
fingers.

"I want ya, Remy. Bad. But I ain't gonna do
somethin' ya don't want. I ain't gonna scare ya.
There's so many things we can do. All kinds of
things."

Remy licked his lips. "Don - Remy not - sure, cher.
Never don dis. Is - it gonna hurt?"

Patch's gaze flickered. "Ain't gonna lie. It'll hurt
some but I can get ya real ready for it. Open y'up.
But it'll hurt - just a little, kid. Then it'll feel
real good. The way y'were humpin' my face - y'd like
it, my cock in ya."

Remy felt his face heat. Patch smiled down at him and
stroked a spit slick fingertip over his asshole. Remy
moaned, knees drawing up instinctivly. The man
pressed in slowly, it felt - strange - awkward. But
it didn't hurt. Then with a quick grin, Patch twisted
inside him and pressed *something* and a ripple of
pleasure shot through the thief, making him cry out
and jump. Patch did it again and it was just as good
as the first time. Remy pushed eagerly against the
man's hand. Two fingers felt even better.

It took several tries for Patch to get his attention.

"Give me yer hand." He said gruffly. Remy did so
without question. There hadn't been a single thing
Patch had done that he hadn't loved. The soldier
sucked on Remy's fingers, with two of his own still
buried inside. "Gonna show ya somethin' good."

"Get to much better, cher, and it's gon be over."

Patch laughed softly. He brought Remy's hand down,
withdrawing his own fingers, he guided Remy's fingers
into his own asshole.

"Feel that?" Patch whispered. "How tight you are
there? How hot?"

Remy nodded, pushing in deeper, surprised at how good
it felt. Both ways. Touching himself like this - it
was like jacking off from the inside and the way it
felt around his fingers. "Die."

"Yeah." Then Patch's finger was there, pushing in him
too. Guiding him - deep and then Remy moaned softly,
rocking down onto the press and trembling at the sweet
roll of pleasure. He rubbed himself there more -
encouraged by Patch's hand. The man bent over,
kissing and licking his cock while they both finger
fucked his ass. "Feel it. Feel how good it is. So
slick. So tight. God - Remy - I want my cock in
there so bad. Can I fuck you?"

"Oh, oui. Oh - oui. S'v pliat. Feel so good, me.
Want more." Remy rocked, up against the soft mouth on
his cock, down onto his own probing fingers. "Fuck
me, Patch. Want you in me like dat."

Patch groaned and withdrew despite Remy's half
coherent protests. "Turn on yer stomach, Remy. Its -
easier that way, the first time."

Remy rolled over and pressed his face to the musty
blanket, nervous again. Patch had said it would hurt.
But it felt so good now - and Patch had promised it
would feel even better later. But it would hurt
first. Remy whimpered when Patch's hand moved on his
ass, spreading his cheeks.

It was more of the same, Patch's fingers inside him,
pushing insistently. Stretching him. Remy squirmed,
cock rubbing on the coarse wool. Started to push
back, Patch's hand on his ass guiding him. "Now?
Now? Die -"

"Okay, kid. Take it easy. There's plenty."

"Remy scared." He said suddenly in a small voice.
Patch bent and kissed his shoulders.

"Sss - gonna be okay, Remy. Gonna be fine."

Patch's hands, holding him, opening him and then
pressure - strong pressure. Scary. Remy whimpered
and tried to writhe away but he was pinned in place by
those steel hard hands. And the ache sharpened, was
pain - was hurting him and sliding in so *slowly* -
splitting him in two.

"Die - Merde - Patch!" Remy cried, tears starting to
his eyes. "Hurts - !"

"I know - " Patch's voice was strained, harsh and his
hands were brusinglyl tight. "I know, darlin' it'll
be okay. Just breathe fer me. C'mon kid. C'mon
Remy. Y'doin' so good. God - so good -"

There was an unbearable moment then Patch was pressed
tight to him, groaning. Remy whined, it felt like he
was going to just explode, over full and stretched
wide. Patch's heart was thumping hard against his
back and the burn of his stretched asshole throbbed in
the same rhythm. He was feeling Patch's cock pulse -
inside him. All the way inside him. The furred press
against his ass was the man's balls, nestled against
him. Remy managed to open his eyes, Patch's hand was
fisted in the blanket, white knuckled with strain. He
blinked and reached to touch the man's hand, stroked
it. The desperate grip eased and Patch gasped into
Remy's hair.

"Okay - y'okay, kid?"

"Remy." He whispered. "Sore - "

"Yeah." Patch breathed and nuzzled the nape of his
neck. "S'gonna ease up."

"You so big in me."

"Yup. It'll be good." Patch panted hard for a few
moments, Remy felt his stomach muscles clench as he
fought the impulse to thrust. Waiting. They were
both waiting and Remy slowly discovered that holding
still was driving him nuts. He needed to move. Had
to move. The motionless pressure and anticipation was
maddening.

"Patch - cher - " He finally whined and shifted,
pushing back and crying out. Pushed again anyway.
The soldier groaned raggedly, lifted off him and the
burning slide was impossible. Remy followed, hips
lifting to echo Patch's movements. They were moving
together - Patch was fucking him, shallow, gentle
thrusts. The burn was still there but somehow changed
in feel. It was a good heat now, making the thief
sweat, making him hard again. Making him grind back
for more.

"Yeah, darlin' Yeah - c'mon - yeah." Patch was
chanting softly in his ear. "God, y'so damn hot."

"H-hot." Remy echoed. "More - harder, cher. Remy
want more."

"I got what y'need, baby. I got it." Patch crooned,
pumping faster.

The quick broad stroke had Remy writhing, clinging to
the blanket as if he was going to fall off. He arched
back, bracing himself on his hands and knees and drove
himself back to meet the increasingly hard thrusts.
Moaning Patch's name, Remy spread his knees wide,
aching - burning - *needing*. And Patch was giving
him what he needed. Deep and strong and good.

"Oh, baby - oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Baby - yeah - yeah -
yeah - yeah -!" Patch cried out, louder and louder as
they met. His hand snuck under Remy to grab his
straining cock, jacking him hard and quick, timing it
to the thrust of his cock. Remy wailed, jerking and
shuddering and coming - coming - exploding all over,
crying out in shock as his ass spasmed hard around
Patch. That last moment of pain lost in Patch's shout
and the staggering thrust of his hips and the pulse of
his cum inside Remy's body.

The soldier's weight anchored him. Remy shuddered
under Patch, panting hard, eyes closed. The cock was
still in him, throbbing and twitching and making him
jump and squirm at the sensations. And he was sore.
But it felt good - like he'd worked hard and won
something. Remy pulled Patch's hand to his mouth and
kissed the knuckles. He felt Patch kiss his ear.

"Good?" Patch murmured. "Ya liked it?"

"Die - when can Remy have dat again?"

Patch chuckled and they both groaned at the feel. The
soldier lifted off, rolling to the side and spooning
against Remy's back before the thief had any chance to
protest the lost contact. It was still raining,
pretty hard now and they lay quietly and listened to
it fall on the canvas roof.

Remy was dozing when he heard a familiar jingle. He
opened his eyes, lying quietly as Logan fitted the cat
collar back on his wrist. He kissed it, then twisted
around to kiss his boss. Logan had gotten rid of the
eyepatch, he ran a hand down Remy's back and squeezed
his ass possessively.

"Boss." Remy murmured, settling his head against the
man's shoulder and sighing contentedly.

"Remy -"

"Oui?"

"Why'd ya want that scene?" Logan asked. "The
soldier - all that."

Remy swallowed and pressed his face to Logan's neck
for a moment, gathering his courage. "Remy wanted -
wanted to be rescued, cher. Wanted someone to rescue
him. Come for him. And - he want - he want - a first
time dat be a - g-good t'ing. Caring t'ing.
Friendly. Somet'ing dat he choose."

Logan arms tightened around him, crushing him to the
man's big chest. His voice rough and the Canadian had
to clear his throat before he could start. "I ain't
gonna let you go. I an't gonna let no one catch ya.
You don't got worry about that no more. I got ya now
and no one's gonna hurt ya again. Not ever again."

Remy closed his eyes. "Remy know dat now cher. He
know."

END