This ain't love 3b

Kid slept like the dead. Logan twisted his head to the side and tried
to spit the long reddish hair out of his mouth. Remy only squirmed
closer, drooling a little against Logan's shoulder. Logan sighed and
stared up at the pitch black sky. There were a couple of hours left
until dawn. His breath hung in brief clouds and the Cajun had
plastered himself against his body to keep warm. Except he always
slept that way, if he could. Logan knew it from Thornrose - even
before they started fucking and were just sharing the bed - Remy would
find his way over to Logan. Every morning, he'd apologize, flushed and
swear it wouldn't happen again. Every night, Logan would wake with
Remy wrapped around him, snoring in his ear. The boy needed contact
the way most people needed air.

Logan stroked a naked shoulder gently, enjoying the lean muscle under
his hand. The boy needed a lot of things he hadn't been getting. That
was going to change. Logan knew just what this pretty pet in his arms
needed. He smiled and slid carefully out from under the Cajun. He had
a few things to do.

When he was done, Remy was still asleep. Logan smirked, then nudged
him with the toe of his boot. Guess the thief's instincts didn't work
so early. Remy sat abruptly up with a snort.

"S'okay boy." Logan said gently.

Remy immedialty began to shiver. "Freezing, homme."

"To bad." Logan said, he tugged the blanket away and dropped Remy's
boots at his feet. The thief made a grab for the blanket, Logan
snarled and slapped him. Not to hard. The boy was hardly awake yet.
Buck naked, Remy blinked up at him then grudgingly settled onto his
knees.

"Lookin' a little sullen there, pet." Logan folded the blanket. The
fire was already out, everything packed away in the jeep at the foot of
the mountain. The blanket - and the boy were all that was left.

Remy dipped his head, shivering visibly. "Sorry, boss. Remy - Remy
cold."

Logan grunted, not particularly pleased by the backtalk. "We'll be
takin' care of that shortly, boy. Put yer boots on."

Remy looked around and his eyes went wide. "W-here my clothes - boss?"

Logan grinned down at him. "In the jeep, along with everything else.
Put 'em on or I'm gonna take 'em away from you."

Remy stared up at him, swallowed and scrambled into his boots. Logan
pulled him to his feet and circled him, looking that long body up and
down. The thief lifted his chin and straightened up, displaying
himself. Logan smirked as he saw the boy's cock shift and flush with
the beginnings of a hard on. Couldn't be too cold then.

"Y'listen good, pet." Logan breathed. "Y'want yer clothes? Y'gotta
run for 'em. And y'gotta run good. God gave you those legs fer a
reason pet and I'm gonna give you that reason. I'm gonna be chasin'
ya. Gonna get that blood goin' and run off that hang-over of yours.
Y'better give me a good chase 'cause if y'don't y'gonna be runnin'
naked after that jeep all the way back t'the mansion. Got me pet?"

Remy was panting, wide eyed and it wasn't just the beginnings of a
hard-on he had now. Logan could scent the tension in him, the long
muscles in his thighs were trembling. The boy was about to break.
Logan circled closer and closer, until he was brushing against the
thief. He breathed deep, taking the scent, rubbing his tongue over his
teeth. His attention fixed on the quivering body beside him, a
predator's instincts rising. With a cry, Remy leapt forward, darting
away from Logan's sudden lunge and leaping over a shrub to race down
the mountain side.

Logan howled and chased after him.

He lost sight of that pale body quickly in the dark and his prey had
the skills for silence. But there was no hiding his scent. Panic
sweet in the sweat, old alcohol, the pungent musk of arousal. Like a
flag in the wind it led Logan down. The crack of a branch betrayed the
thief as he abandoned the winding path for the direct route down the
slope. Logan swerved to follow, crashing noisily through the bushes,
grinning fiercely as he heard a soft wail as the prey heard his
pursuit.

The prey was clever, teasing the hunter with scent and staying out of
sight, keeping to the open areas where those runner's legs gave him the
advantage. The occasional glimpses of the long pale body, shining in
the dim moonlight, drew a carrying rumble from the hunter. There'd be
an answering, soft cry of fear and submission. Which only made the
hunter more eager. The prey was his, the prey knew it.

The hunter threw himself down the last long slope, eyes fixed on the
graceful leaping figure ahead. He chose a shorter route, across the
rough rocks, unaware of the cuts and scrapes healing almost as soon as
he got them. He let out a triumphant sound, not words, not quite a
howl. The prey glanced back, wide luminous red eyes and hair like a
banner, he saw how close the hunter was and put on a last, desperate
burst of speed. The hunter lunged, snarling in frustration and
satisfaction as the prey jinxed like a rabbit and dogged his grip. But
the prey was tiring more quickly than the hunter and teeth gleamed
white in the darkness, scenting victory.

The hunter bore the prey down in a tangle of limbs and panting cries
and sharp snarls. He threw the prey belly up, hunched over it. He
snarled and snapped at a strand of hair. His fingers dug into sweating
skin. The prey wailed, didn't fight him only presented his belly and
hard cock submissively. The hunter growled, low and constant in his
throat, lips drawn back to show sharp canines. The prey made these
noises that were soothing and inflaming at the same time. Teasing,
tickling the hunter's ears. He shook his head, the prey lifted his
chin and bared his throat in surrender. The hunter leaned down,
slowly, hearing the frantic thunder of his prey's heart. He closed his
teeth firmly on the big tendon in the side of his prey's neck. The
pulse leapt against his lips, tempting him. The prey whined as the
hunter's teeth tightened but did not struggle, only shifted to offer
his belly and throat more completely. The growls softened, only a
little blood was drawn. The sounds settled into pleasing whimpers.

The hunter nuzzled at his prey, licked salt from hot skin. Scented the
heat of sex and moved down, biting the soft belly, rumbling to himself
in pleasure. Hands stroking thighs, tongue licking, tasting, biting.
Prey whining and squirming under him. Hard excitement, an eagerness to
please that made the hunter rumble with satisfaction. Nudged and
nipped, snarled and the prey rolled onto his belly and lifted himself,
submissively presenting his ass.

The hunter wrestled, with some frustrated snarls, with the fabric
barrier that trapped his cock. Paused to mark the pale, smooth rise of
flesh with his teeth. The prey wailed and his knees opened further.
The hunter licked his way along the long thighs, trembling now with
exhaustion, nuzzled between the taunt cheeks, the prey's back hollowed,
whimpers sinking into moans. The hunter shifted and thrust, taking
what was his. His. His. His.

The pray screamed and clawed at the grass and screamed again, pulsing
hard around the hunter's deeply buried cock. The sudden powerful scent
of cum rose around them. The hunter shouted in triumph and thrust
harder, faster, fingers digging bloody, intoxicating scratches into the
prey's flanks. The hunter curled over the prey's body, making rough,
hungry noises. The sweet prey under him writhed, hot sheath tight
around the hunter's cock. The hunter's cries rose, urgent, harsh then
he bent and sank his teeth into the nape of his prey's neck. There was
a long cry and a shudder around the hunter's cock. He thrust deep and
came with a smothered howl, pulsing fiercely into his prey's sweet
body. Marking him.

They stayed that way for long moments, the hunter locked onto the nape
of his prey' s neck. Breathing slowed. The prey began to shiver and
the hunter rocked back, withdrawing slowly. Soothing the prey with
small growls and nuzzles. The prey hesitantly pressed close, licking
at the hunter's bloody mouth until he responded, tasting the prey's
mouth. Then those noises were back, making the hunter shake his head
in confusion. Not sure what it meant then, meaning slowly penetrated.

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

"Boss? Boss y'in der? 'Cause Remy's freezing his bloody ass off and
don want to be caught by de rangers eh?" Remy stroked Logan's chest
carefully. "Boss? De sun come up soon."

"I -" Logan's voice cracked. "I hear ya pet."

Remy sighed, closing his eyes briefly in relief. His whole body
throbbed, either from the mauling Logan had given him or from running
stark naked down a mountain in the middle of the night. He tried to
curl himself closer to Logan's body. The Canadian was like a furnace,
radiating heat.

"W'e should go boss, oui?"

Logan only grunted. Then he sniffed and frowned down at Remy. "Lemme'
see ya."

Remy wasn't given much chance to respond as Logan looked him over,
moving him around to check his legs, his ass and - carefully - the
bloody bite on the back of his neck. "S'okay boss. Remy fine."

"Less you got eyes in the back of y'head, pet, y'let me decide."
Logan's fingers were gently moving his hair aside. Remy shivered,
kneeling on cold grass and waiting for his boss to let him up. "Yeah,
y'gonna be fine. Gotta put a bandage on it, though."

Remy sighed. Logan stood and Remy shakily began to follow the shadowy
figure down the last few yards. He eyed the jeep. He'd been so close.

Remy stood, naked in the parking lot, while Logan unlocked the jeep.
His clothes were passed out which Remy pulled on gratefully, wincing a
little. It felt like being mauled by a tiger - a very horny tiger.
There were bites in places he didn't want to think about. In fact, he
didn't dare think about much of what had just happened. He might just
fall down and scream. He eyed Logan, who looked the same as he always
did. Remy felt like he'd been - profoundly changed.

Logan opened the passenger door and waited patiently for Remy to climb
in and settle gingerly down. The sardonic smile made a brief
appearance. "I'll try t'drive easy f'you, boy."

Remy sighed and shifted. On the drive home, between dozing, he tried
to figure out what was different. He hurt, oh yes. He hurt. And was
exhausted. He'd run all out to try to out race the savagery hunting
him down. He remembered the absolute panic that had nothing to do with
fear. The wild need to run and run and run. Hearing the hunter behind
him, never falling behind. Drawing closer, howling on his trail.

Being thrown down and seeing nothing but sharp teeth and predatory
triumph, unable to charm his way into the feral mind. And his
instincts had answered the hunter looming above him. He'd bared his
belly like a pup. Bared his throat and whimpered for mercy. The
hunter had acknowledged his submission with a bite, marking him. Remy
shivered, body stirring despite his weariness. He could feel the mark,
throbbing on his throat, in his ass. He knew, every inch of him knew,
who he belonged to now. And he was glad.

The car pulled into the garage and Logan killed the engine. They sat
for a moment or two.

"Y'alright, Remy?" Logan asked gently, watching him.

Remy shivered and sighed then, impulsively picked up one of Logan's
hands and rubbed his cheek against it. "Remy all right, cher. Remy -
good."

Logan smiled briefly. "That y'are."

TBC