This ain't love
 

Rogue was gone in the morning and Remy was drunk by noon.

"Logan." Scott called him into the kitchen where he was stacking
dishes in the washer. Logan slouched in the doorway, rolling a cigar
in is fingers. "Track down Gambit and put him to bed. Jean says he's
passed out somewhere on the first floor. I don't want him to get
stepped on or puke on the carpet in the morning."

"Ain't y'errand boy."

Scott turned halfway around, one hand braced on the counter, the other
holding a dirty plate and stared, face impassive under the red glasses.
"Right. You finish loading the dishes, if you like and I'll put our
pet thief to bed."

"He ain't your pet!" Logan snarled and made tracks in the other
direction. "An I don't do fuckin' dishes!"

He found the kid curled in a corner of the small sunroom where 'Ro
started her seedlings. The window sills were stacked with plastic
trays and the air was heavy with the sharp green smell of new plants
and cheap as shit whisky.

"At least y'aint wastin' the good stuff." Logan muttered. Remy was
totally wiped, so out he didn't even twitch when Logan came in. He was
huddled in the darkest corner, half hidden behind a table. He looked
like a sweet little kid, like a teacher's pet, and that pretty mouth
was sad even asleep. Logan put his smoke away with a sigh and began to
pick up the empties and drop them in the trash. Remy was still out
when he was done, curled around the last half empty bottle.

"C'mon kid - " Logan scooped the thief up, an awkward armful of long
legs and silky hair. Logan indulged himself for a moment, pressing his
nose to the fine reddish hair and inhaling the boy's scent. Even drunk
he still smelled sweet. Probably wouldn't be the case tomorrow. Remy
made some noise and stirred, Logan tightened his grip to keep from
dropping him as he shouldered the door open and headed down the hall.
Remy settled with a sigh and Logan's mouth quirked.

Logan made it to Remy's room and laid the kid down. Remy rolled
immediately onto his side and curled up, making it hard to get at his
boots or belt. Evidently the point, as Logan wrestled with him Remy
curled up smaller and made muffled protesting noises.

"Kid -!" Logan said sharply. He had one boot half off with Remy
attempting a drunken, disoriented kick in his general direction. "Let
me give ya a hand here!"

Remy rolled over, finally - sort of - conscious. "Eh? Non - don take
m'boots! Dey m-mine -!"

"Ain't stealin' from ya, Remy. Come on, wake up a little."

"Lo-gan?"

"Yep." Logan took his opportunity and slipped the boots and belt off
while the kid wasn't protesting. "Y'fallin' down drunk kid, best
t'sleep it off."

"Mmm - no drunk 'nuf." Remy wiped a hand across his face. Whatever he
said next was in 'Cajun and Logan didn't have a clue. He pulled the
bottle out of Remy's hand and fetched a glass of water. Made Remy
drink it and pulled a blanket over him to combat the chills the kid was
going to get.

"You sleep now, boy." He said firmly. Remy blinked up at him, eyes
drifting closed - obedient or too drunk to stay awake. Either way
worked for Logan.

He stood over the sleeping thief for a while, arms crossed, just
watching him. He'd done a fair bit of that on the train too, storing
up the sight because it wasn't something he likely to see again. But
things had changed. Logan rubbed his thumb idly over his fly then
abruptly left.
 

It was a while before Remy could focus on anything besides the drum in
his head and the long trip to the toilet and back to bed.

About twilight he realized that he hadn't put the pitcher of water on
the bookshelf by the bed and, of course, Rogue hadn't either. She'd
not be doing that again. Remy rubbed his eyes with a trembling hand.
Drank some of the water and eyed the waiting envelope. He had a
thief's nosiness and, despite the ache in his eyes, he ripped it open
and took out a single sheet of paper and a torn scrap of a local New
York state map. There was a circle around a particular location in a
particular wildlife refuge a couple of hours North.

'I'll take what's mine and if you want to be mine, I'll take everything
you got.
But I don't share.
You know how I'll treat you.
Be there by midnight.

Logan.'

Nothing else

Remy took the jeep, noting that Logan's bike was gone. With the help
of a more complete map, he drove to the wildlife refuge. He parked the
jeep and killed the engine, listening to it tick as the metal cooled.
Once he left the car - there really wouldn't be any turning back. But
that had been true some time ago. Maybe even before Thornrose. He
didn't know for sure when the trust had grown so absolute. That he'd
follow nothing more than a note into the dark. That he'd follow Logan
into the dark in a personal way, not just for the good of the team.
But there it was. Trust and the already urgent desire. The
anticipation that made his cock stiffen in his pants. Remy cupped
himself and thought maybe of jerking off in the car - he smiled wryly.
The last gasp of a free man because he knew that once Logan got his
hands on him there wouldn't be many chances to please himself at his
own pace. But he wanted to see what Logan would do with him more than
he wanted some two minute release.

Instead, he smoked a last cigarette and climbed out. The door seemed
very loud in the empty parking lot. There was no sign of Logan's bike.
The trails were closed after dark and Remy hopped the chain and hiked
his way up the winding trails to the peak of the small mountain that
was the reason the park existed. His breath smoked in the chilly air
but there were frogs singing. They thought it was Spring anyway. Remy
buttoned his coat and shivered.

The last hundred yards before he reached the indicated spot, Remy
slipped off the trail and made his silent way to the east end of the
wildflower fields. There was light there, a very small fire, and a
half visible shape - the distinctive stench of a cigar told Remy who it
was. He relaxed a little. It didn't look like it was going to be an
ambush. When he scrambled into the ring of firelight, Logan glanced up
at him, then went back to studying the slab of meat he had propped over
the fire.

"Pull up some ground."

Remy settled down, glancing around. There wasn't anything but the
fire, a wool blanket that they were both sitting on, the food and a
mostly empty bottle of beer. Remy eyed the smoking chunk of half done
meat queasily. After spending the afternoon talking to the porcelain
god he wasn't much in the mood to eat. And there was Logan, cross-
legged, dressed head to toe in black. Remy licked his lips and moved a
little closer and at Logan's neutral glance he stretched out to rest
his head on Logan's thigh.

A hand came down to stroke his hair and Remy sighed, shutting his eyes.
It was very quiet here, no cars, no kids, no one thundering up the
stairs or down the hall. The firelight didn't bother his eyes the way
artificial light did. Remy felt something in hi chest loosen up, like
he could finally take a deep breath. He shifted a little, trying to
find a comfortable position for his hopeful cock. Logan didn't speak
and Remy was content enough with the hand in his hair, the smell of
smoke and the quiet.

"Charred on the outside and raw inside." Logan said, using a green
stick to pull the meat out of the fire. "Just t'way I like it. Want
some, Remy?"

"Non." Remy snuggled his cheek against Logan's leg. "Not hungry, me."

Logan tore into the meat, even the sound of his eating was suggestive.
It reminded Remy of his sharp teeth and, flushing, Remy slid a hand
between his legs to touch himself. He could feel the balance between
them beginning to shift, he was sliding into a sub's mindset. If Logan
wanted him to stop, he'd tell him. Remy traced the length of his cock,
drawing his knees up a little.

"How's t'hangover, kid?"

"Not to bad, Cher. Slept most o' the day."

"Good."

Logan's hand moved in his hair, stroking him. Warm fingers traced
Remy's ear, trailed around the back of his neck, making him shiver and
squeeze himself. Those fingers found his lips and Remy smiled then
licked them. A middle finger was pushed into his willing mouth. Remy
sighed and began to suck, never once opening his eyes. He heard Logan
finish off the bottle of beer, his fingers still sunk into Remy's
mouth. He sucked and rolled his tongue around the tip of Logan's
finger, feeling the smooth surface of his fingernail, the bump of his
knuckles. The pad of the other man's thumb rubbed his tongue gently.
Remy began to think, rather obsessively, of Logan's cock.

"Ask me questions, Remy." Logan said quietly and slid his finger out
with a moist pop.

Remy licked his lips and squirmed, rubbing his cock through his jeans
quite obviously. "Y'mean wh'at you said, homme?"

"I always mean what I say, gumbo." Logan tugged on his hair. "Y'know
that."

"'Bout taking - all o'me." Remy stopped playing with his cock and
pulled himself a little closer. "B'cause Remy c'n be a pain in de butt
-"

"It's not my ass that'll be hurting', trust me. I meant it." Logan
shifted and Remy sat up, eyeing the other man uncertainly through his
bangs. "I'll take all y'got and more. I know what y'need an' I know
what I need - and y're gonna give it t'me. Thornrose was just a
taste."

Remy's cock throbbed urgently at Logan's words even as he licked his
lips nervously. "W'at you do? Remy not sure -"

Logan stared levelly at him, the fire picked out unexpected glints of
hazel and green in his normally dark eyes. Wolf eyes. "I know.
That's okay. All y'have to do know is decide if y'trust me for this or
not."

Remy shut his eyes, trying to think. But he already knew the answer.
"Remy trust you - can't help it, Cher. Remy trust you for anyt'ing."

"And I'll take care of you." Logan said, he reached out and pulled
Remy close for a searching kiss. "And I won't let you go. That's all
we need to start."

Logan kissed him again, not roughly. He hadn't put Remy under, never
once calling him boy or pet. The thief wasn't sure what was going to
happen but he was happy to take advantage of this moment. This place.
Logan's mouth was warm and tasted of beer, steak, smoke. Logan stroked
his back, pulling him closer. They just - kissed. Back and forth,
deep or shallow, tasting each other - it was like being a kid again.
Or what Remy imagined kids - innocent kids - did. Like they didn't
need to do anything else.

Remy's cock was straining against his jeans and reminding him that
there was a lot more they could be doing. He pushed and the other man
good naturedly let Remy push him onto the blanket. The thief straddled
hips, their mouths still locked together. Logan's hands slid under
Remy's duster to run up and down his back. Remy moaned and arched like
a cat, tugging on Logan's black sweater. It was almost perfect. Just
kissing and petting like a couple of teenagers. Except that Remy could
feel a slow, subtle pulse against his stiff cock - Logan's erection
throbbing against his.

Instinct had him rocking against Logan, the Canadian had pushed a hand
into Remy's pants and the feel of his palm against his skin made Remy
hitch his hips urgently. "C-Cher - going mad, me -"

Logan grunted into his mouth and abruptly rolled Remy off his body.
Braced on his arms and panting, Remy stared in confusion. Logan gave
him a quick smile and raised a questioning brow. He began to unlace
his hiking boots and Remy - getting the picture - tore out of his
clothes. He didn't feel cold now.

The thief couldn't keep his hands to himself. Not even long enough for
Logan to get undressed. He wanted to touch every inch - taste him.
Remy kneaded his way down Logan's chest, following with a wet and open
mouth. Logan just lay back and let him, moaning deep in his throat.
The dark hair was like a map and Remy followed it to the small puckered
nipples, sucking and scraping gently with his teeth. He wasn't sure
what was going to happen. Logan wasn't dominating him right now - and
Remy knew that could change at any minute but he wasn't going to lose
the chance to explore the hard body beneath him right now.

"Ahh - Jesus, Remy." Logan sighed, hands moving over Remy's shoulders
and pulling gently on his hair. Remy tongue fucked his navel and Logan
squirmed. The head of his cock was just below Remy's chin, dripping.
Remy lapped at the hot fluid, Logan shuddered and pulled him away.

Remy was laid out on the blanket and Logan returned the favor,
leisurely exploring the thief's body with lips and fingertips. The
Cajun stared up at the cold, small stars, clutched Logan's hair and
whimpered, twisting on the wool blanket beneath him. Logan's tongue
trailed down the underside of his cock.

"Ohh - Cher - s'v plait!" Remy cried out, hips surging up. "Baise
moi!"

"What's that, Rem?"

"Oh, Dieu. Logan, Cher - fuck me." Remy panted. "Fuck me - need it
bad."

Logan only moved down, tongue dipping into Remy's anus. He writhed and
wailed and couldn't think of anything at all but that wet stroke. So
good, teasing, velvety pressure, slipping inside him. Rough hair in
his hands and scratchy on his thighs. The thief drew his knees up,
spreading his legs. Logan knelt between them and grinned, uncapping a
tube of lube. "That's what I was waiting for."

Remy stared, wide eyed, hypnotized as the other man rubbed a dollop of
clear jell between his fingers. Remy felt his cock give a twitch and
saw the glint of Logan's teeth as he caught the movement and smiled.
Then those slick fingers were at his anus, stroking him.

"Dieu - oh, merde." Remy's head fell back on the blanket with a thump.
Chills rushed over his skin, hard nipples tightening further - almost
painful. Logan massaged him, slicking him down, and slid a gentle
finger inside him. Remy whined.

One fingers was good, then two was wonderful and three - rocking his
hips Remy crooned, eyes falling closed as the stroking press brought
him closer to orgasm. He was aware of the loom of Logan above him,
watching and Remy arched his back, displaying himself for the other
man.

"Yeah - beautiful." Logan breathed and Remy slitted his eyes, seeing
the flush on Logan's face. The broad shoulders and deep chest seemed
as solid as the mountain they were lying on, the slipper moon glittered
in Logan's deep set eyes and the edges of his teeth. Remy's eyes
dropped to the thick cock jutting up from a nest of dark hair and he
shuddered. The other man's breath caught and Logan closed his eyes,
swallowing hard, his fingers pushing deeper.

"Sweet god, I can feel y'work around my fingers."

"W'ant you're cock - so beautiful - fuck me now."

"Oh, yeah." Logan shifted, pulling out and Remy hissed, thighs jerking
at the sudden loss of sensation. But Logan was there, hands steadying
his hips, the tip of his cock pressing - pressing -

"Oooh, Cher - Cher - ah, ah -" Remy squirmed, unconsciously clutching
the blanket in white knuckled fists. His hips moved in seeking little
circles, knees spreading wider in welcome as Logan pushed slowly in.

The ache was intense and soothing at the same time. Remy's head
twisted from side to side, eyes squeezed shut a breath away from
coming. There was a deep rumbling groan and Logan leaned over him,
bracing himself on his hands. Remy could feel a deep, tense shudder in
Logan's belly and thighs and he whimpered. So close. They were both
so close - he could feel it. Knew how good it would be to just let go
- and how much better it would be if they just - waited - a - little -
longer.

Logan bent and kissed him, his cock settling deeper. Remy moaned,
tongue licking the other man's mouth as they panted against each others
lips. Logan began a very slow rhythm, holding them both right at the
edge. So good and not quite enough.

The thief's hands slid down Logan's wide back and he dug his fingers
into strong, flexing muscle. He pulled himself up, pushing onto the
broad cock even as Logan thrust down. Again, and they were moving
together, breathing harshly. Remy could feel the tension in Logan's
body, the hard muscles shaking. Thrusting faster now, he was riding
the slick ache, loving how it felt to be fucked. Logan lifted his
head, panting harshly, at the edge of his control.

Remy felt Logan's thrusts go ragged and he instinctively lifted his
head and latched onto the other man's bared throat, teeth closing on
the bobbing Adam's apple. Logan shouted, Remy *felt* it in his mouth -
and felt the explosive release as Logan bucked, driving his orgasm into
him in a pulse of hot fluid. Remy shrieked through clenched teeth,
coming hard between their heaving bodies, overwhelmed at the double
sensation as Logan's release rushed through his sensitive mind.

Blood trickled into his mouth and, stunned, Remy let go of Logan's
throat. His head fell limply back onto the blanket. Logan was
collapsed onto him, heart pounding hard against Remy's chest. Cum
oozed stickily down Remy's sides and Logan's cock was twitching and
jerking as it softened and slipped slowly from Remy's ass. He licked
is lips, tasting Logan's blood.

"S'okay, Cher?"

Logan lifted his head to blink down at him. There was a smudge of
blood on his throat but the skin was unmarked. He kissed Remy, tongue
sweeping into his mouth, seeming to savor the taste of his own blood.
Skin to skin, Remy could feel the almost drunken satisfaction the other
man felt. Both of them just blissfully spent, relaxed. Logan gathered
the blanket around them, settling Remy against his chest.

"Okay, Rem." He murmured. "Okay. Sleep now."

It wasn't hard to obey. Not at all.
 

TBC