Marked

Logan paused on the tiny porch and smiled. Remy was
laughing. The Florida sun was setting; pink and gold
and orange and the tide was coming in about 200 yards
away from the decrepit beach cottage Logan had rented
for a couple of weeks. Remy was flicking cards in his
practiced fingers, showing a couple of local kids how
to play three-card Monty. The sunset glowed in his
hair which had lightened in the sun to a true auburn
and his skin had taken a sweet golden tan. The dark
glasses didn't look unusual here. He'd practically
had to kidnap his boy to get him to come down here now
he wasn't sure if he'd be able to pry the brat off the
beach to go home.

"Ya wanna eat, brat?"

"Oui, boss. Jus a minute, s'v plait."

Away from the prying eyes of caring friends and
suspicious ex-girlfriends, the pair had dropped their
play names into everyday conversation. No one here
would suspect anything but affectionate nicknames. No
one here knew who they were, what they were, or
anything but that they paid their bills and wanted
privacy and liked cheap beer. Logan knew that the
team suspected he and Remy were 'in a relationship' as
Scott might say and taking off for a couple of weeks
like this had pretty much clinched the rumors. But no
one - except Marie - suspected what kind. He wasn't
looking forward to that revelation but he knew it was
going to come, sooner or later. He wanted to give
Remy a little break before the shit hit the fan
again. Marie had been back at the mansion for a
couple of months now and Logan could feel how much it
bothered his boy. They had to talk and - Logan had
some other plans too. It had been time for a
vacation.

Logan shrugged and headed down the beach. The boy
would catch up. Soon enough he heard the jingle of
the bell on his boy's wrist as the thief trotted after
him. Remy brushed against him, a silent plea for
touch and Logan smiled indulgently and slung an arm
around his narrow waist. He gave the boy's ass a
squeeze in passing, satisfied with the feel of sleek
muscle. Remy had even put on a little weight. Since
most of the time the brat looked like a strong wind
would blow him over, Logan was pretty happy with the
extra flesh. Gave him more to play with.

Remy settled in against his side with a sigh, lighting
up and absentmindedly offering Logan a cigarette. The
Canadian waved it off. They walked silently to the
small, not very impressive looking Chinese restaurant
perched on an old pier. It had the best seafood for
miles. Logan was in the mood for another go-round
with the whole crab in black bean sauce.

"Dis been a good day." Remy sat back, flinging an arm
over the back of the booth. The bell on his bracelet
jingled cheerfully.

"Yeah." Logan glanced out the window at the local
boats coming in with the tide. "Maybe the X-men need
a Florida branch. We could set everything up - all
official and shit."

Remy snorted. "Donno, dis a retirement state eh?
Maybe we start de first mutant retirement community.
Magneto and Wheels - dey get adjoining suites eh? And
one of those little, barking dogs dat look like hairy
rats. We put Jean and Scotty up in der own little
cabin and der grandkids come visit and wait for the
will to be read."

Logan closed his eyes, grinning as he imagined Chuck
and Magneto arguing their politics, complaining about
the price of prunes and threatening each other with
their walkers. He and Remy argued about how they'd
allot the rooms and how to keep Jean from cheating at
shuffle board.

"Here - " Logan finger fed bits of the crab to his
boy, watching the flush on his pretty cheeks. The
thief didn't refuse. If anyone else in the small
restaurant was bothered, no one said a word. Remy's
soft lips brushed Logan's finger, stirring his blood.
Remy tickled the pad of Logan's thumb with this
tongue, an innocent expression beneath the dark
glasses. Logan gave him a predatory smile and watched
the boy's breathing pick up as Remy realized his boss
had something planned.

They walked back in the cool blue darkness, a bit of
fog was coming in and Remy began to shiver. Logan
gave him his flannel shirt and rubbed the boy's arms
briskly. The thief pulled off his glasses and his red
eyes caught Logan, as they always did. He slid an arm
around Remy and pulled him close.

"Yer beautiful." He growled, feeling stupid with
affection. He nipped at Remy's chin and growled
possessively. "An mine."

"Oui, boss." Remy murmured, tipping his head back
without hesitation. "Yours."

Logan bit down on the soft skin just under his pet's
jawline, drawing blood with his sharp teeth. Remy
whimpered in pleasure. The thief shifted, grinding
against Logan. The Canadian worked his hand down the
back of Remy's cream colored linen pants to stroke his
bare ass. Maybe he'd fuck the boy here, to get them
started. But they weren't alone. Logan lifted his
head with a soft, threatening growl as quiet voices
carried to his ears on the wind. There weren't other
couples out in the night, walking along the beach,
their heads close together. Logan gave Remy's ass one
last squeeze and they walked back to the little beach
cottage.

Remy stripped quickly and without a word while Logan
dropped into the couch. He watched as his pet started
a fire in the tiny stove - the only source of heat in
the two room cottage - and lit up a last cigar. Remy
knelt beside the stove, hands folded behind his back,
knees slightly spread to display his harnessed cock
and waited for Logan's orders. The Canadian watched
the boy's shivers ease as the cabin warmed up, feeling
a kind of deep aching satisfaction at the sight of
Remy like that - naked and submissive and waiting.
The boy had been sweet the entire vacation. Logan had
to punish him only once, when he'd complained at the
lack of television or phone. Since then his wicked
boy had been an angel.

"C'mere pet." Logan demanded, spreading is knees and
tapping his thigh. Remy moved to kneel between
Logan's legs, resting his head on the Canadian's heavy
thigh. Logan stroked his hair as the boy sighed and
settled down. He glanced down to see the thief
looking solemnly - and disobediently - up at him, red
eyes shining in the dark like a cat's. Logan tapped
his nose sharply and drew Remy's face to his crotch.
Smiling he leaned back and relaxed as the boy nuzzled
at the fly of his jeans, licking and mouthing the
denim. "That's my good boy."

Remy made a throaty little sound in response to the
praise and snuggled closer.

"Calling in m'marker, pet."

"Mmf?" Remy tried to life his face from his boss'
crotch but Logan held him firmly.

"Didn't tell ya t'stop." Logan shifted, tucking one
leg loosely around his pet, holding him in place.
"Fer yer little scene last month. Callin' that in and
yer gonna do something fer me. Not that y'got a
choice anyway, pet."

Remy made some kind of muffled agreement, biting the
fly of Logan's jeans then moving to suck at the tight
bulge along his thigh. Logan groaned, hand tightening
on Remy's head.

"Gonna give you a spankin'." Logan said. Remy froze.

This time, Logan let the boy up. The boy was flushed
and his lips were moist and slightly swollen from
working on the rough fabric.

"Boss? But - Remy been good, oui? Been a bon boy?"

"Uh-hu." Logan ruffled his hair and smiled
reassuringly. He was beginning to hurt with
anticipation and response to the boy's play but he had
to go easy. The brat was so skittish. "You been
good. This ain't a punishment."

Remy dropped his eyes. "Gon feel like a punishment to
Remy."

Logan frowned. "Y'know it ain't always like that,
pet. And y'mine ain't ya? Y'trust me?"

"O-oui." But Remy didn't look reassured.

Logan gripped his chin and tipped the boy's head up,
frustrated. The thief arched a little, responding to
his boss' control. "Pet, I've been telling' ya and
tellin' ya - it can be good and I'm done with talkin'.
It's time ya learned ya can really trust me. I'm
telling ya this ain't a punishment and it ain't gonna
feel like one."

He rubbed his thumb over the boy's lips and eased into
his mouth. Remy sucked obediently and his eyelids
fluttered, calmed by the familiar guesture.

"Come up here, pet." Logan patted his thigh.
Wide-eyed again, Remy obeyed. He'd lost some of his
hard-on he was that nervous.

Logan helped him settle stomach down across his
thighs. Heart hammering in anticipation, cock trying
to rip free of his jeans, Logan stroked the lean back
soothingly. God, he'd been dreaming of having the boy
in this position for weeks. He was beautiful.

Remy stretched a little, one arm trailing off the side
of the couch onto the floor, face turned towards the
fire, eyes glowing red and gold and ebony. Logan
smiled, something inside him twisting in painful
tenderness at the sight. He ran a hand down his pet's
back, sliding a couple of fingers down his crack to
tease his asshole - the boy was already lubed and
slick - then dipping down to fondle the boy's balls.
Remy arched, moaning a little as Logan traced the
straps and his cock jerked against Logan's thigh. The
Canadian kept stroking him, focusing more and more on
the ripe ass across his lap.

Remy was breathing hard, eyes closed now as he focused
on his boss' touch. He was hard, stiff against
Logan's leg.

"Gimme yer hands." Logan murmured. Remy did and
Logan wrapped one hand around both thin wrists,
pinning them down in the middle of his pet's back.
Remy shivered, moaned a little and his hips ground
hard against Logan's legs.

**********************************

"Good boy." Logan told him and Remy found himself
relaxing. The confinement of his hands was
reassuring. There wasn't anything he could do to stop
what was going to happen and he was glad.

Logan's hand was warm and solid, kneading and
squeezing his ass like he was a lump of bread dough.
It felt good, like a strong massage. Occasionally
those fingers would dip between his cheeks, to tease
him and Remy couldn't keep himself from squirming. He
was so hard, squeezed against the rough fabric of his
boss' jeans. The thief rubbed himself against Logan,
moaning. He felt so good, he wished that Logan wasn't
going to do anything more.

But he was. He could feel the violent anticipation,
carefully leashed, in his boss. Remy knew the feel of
it, that predatory attention, sharp as a knife. He
loved being the focus of it, right now it felt like he
was the center of Logan's world. Logan's hands were
hot, scratching lightly at the ticklish spot at the
base of his spine, tapping his ass. Remy purred
softly, craving - loving - the touch. It felt good.

Remy was panting, warm and he didn't know when the
light taps had moved to mildly stinging slaps.
Logan's hand was heavy and careful and - warm - warm -
it felt good. He was hard, so hard. The thief bucked
against Logan's leg with a groan. His boss answered
him with a sharp smack, Remy moaned again. Harder.
Harder.

The sound of Logan's hand was sharp and clean and
stung. The hot prickle spread, sweet and simmering
and teasing. Head tipped down, ass high, Remy felt
dizzy and overheated and helpless. He was bouncing on
Logan's lap in response to the spanking - it was a
spanking now - no more games. Moaning because each
blow seemed to echo through him, tingling up his
spine, making his cock jerk, drawing up beads of sweat
in his forehead and back. It was still good. Better.
Harder.

"Boss - !" Remy cried, breathless longing in his
voice. He *needed* so bad. Something and Logan
answered him by cracking down on him hard and fast.
Remy wailed, humping Logan's leg. *Fucking* Logan's
leg, rising up for each blow, driven down. The burn
was intense, sweet, Remy felt like he was going to
burst. Each blow made him cry out. Logan was
breathing hard now, his cock drilling into Remy's
stomach. He had to lean on Remy's hands to keep him
still. The crack and crack and crack of his hand was
loud.

Remy moaned loudly and arched back hard into the
spanking, his knees jerked apart. The muscles in his
ass and thighs were spasming in time to Logan's blows.
It hurt. It hurt so good and he needed more. He
needed more. The thief felt the tight pain
everywhere; in his swollen cock, painfully hard
nipples, the flushed, reddened flesh of his ass. He
was begging feverishly, pleading, English forgotten.
More - please - please - harder - more.

Logan growled and thrust two fingers into Remy's lubed
and twitching asshole, finding his prostate and
massaging. Remy shrieked, heaving violently and then
he was coming. He was coming, the rush of pleasure
stunning. Coming. Oh, god, yes. Hard. Hot. Good.
Yes.

***********************************

The boy collapsed onto Logan, whimpering and dazed.
Even that pressure was almost to much and he groaned,
shoving Remy off his lap long enough to drag his
desperate cock free. He pulled the boy to him,
groaning again, nearly losing it at the feel of his
pet's soft mouth. He slid deep, hands buried in the
sweat damp hair.

"God - pet. God!" Logan shouted, legs stiffening,
feeling the echo of the spanking in the convulsive
swallowing of his pet's mouth around his cock. The
boy was still flying, barely aware of Logan thrusting
into him. Logan stared down at him, open mouthed,
stunned. Remy was hot and flushed, sweat beaded on
his forehead, eyes half closed. That beautiful mouth
was wide open, wrapped around his purple shaft. Spit
trailed down Remy's chin. He was so hard, he was
losing his mind. Logan's cock slid in and in and in.
His grip tightened in the loose hair, Logan thrust
desperately. He had to come. God - now. "Yesss -
oh, god. Yesss!"

Letting loose deep in the boy's throat, arching like a
bow. Coming. Logan groaned loudly, over and over.
Then sagged down, panting and cradling Remy's warm
face against his softening cock.

"My boy." He breathed, exhausted. "My good pet.
Ain't a punishment, darlin'. Y'see that? Y'a good
boy."

Remy whimpered and rubbed his face against Logan's
twitching cock.

END