Pairing: Remy/Logan
Disclaimer: Marvel owns the characters, I own nothing and make no money on
this
Warnings: m/m slash (what a surprise!), alternate universe
Archiving: Just ask me
Note: this time, I tried for *...* indicating thoughts. Enjoy and I'll be
very glad for comments!
Summary: Logan takes Remy on a trip to an exotic town to cheer the Cajun up
after the events at the mansion
 

“Mais look Logan, look, all de flowers, ain't dat beautiful! And de femmes-
so pretty- non, look, les hommes, comme ils sont beaux!” Remy was almost
jumping around in excitement. Wolverine tired to keep in pace with the long
legged thief. ”Rems, calm the heck down, will ya?! And ya better watch yer
smile a bit, I don't like ya flirting around like that!” The Cajun wrapped
his arms around his lover and smiled at him. “Aw- I didn' know you're so
jealous, cher! You're really possessive 'bout Remy, non?” Logan couldn't
help smirking. “ Ya haven't the slightest idea of how possessive I can be,
kiddo!”
Remy chuckled. “Dan prove it and catch me if you can, cher!” The thief ran
away as fast as he could and disappeared in the merry crowd strolling along
the street. “ Damn Cajun!” Wolverine muttered some curses and hurried to
track Remy down.
The hunter inside him liked the idea of chasing that beautiful prey, but he
hated being in overcrowded places. Remy seemed to be in his very element
though. And hadn't Logan promised to please his young lover? He tried his
best to make the Cajun forget about his late bitter experiences at the
mansion and considering the playful mood the kid was in ever since they had
come to town, his efforts hadn't been useless.
As following Remy's scent was impossible among all the smells overwhelming
Wolverine's keen senses, the Canadian could rely only on his eyes to locate
his lover. He caught a glimpse of the kid's reddish mane every now and then.
He would catch the Cajun soon enough.
Remy had paused eventually, as he couldn't spot Wolverine nearby. He decided
to buy some ice cream quickly. He enjoyed the sweet taste of vanilla,
strawberries and pistachio.
*When have I don dis for de last time? When did I have so much fun on one
single day? Logan and Remy dat's a perfect thingie!*
The Cajun almost choked on his ice cream as Logan all of a sudden put his
arms around Remy's slender waist from behind. “Gotcha, redhead!What the-
you're really eating, Gumbo? Are ya ill ?” The young mutant turned around to
face his lover. “Non, just so happy, me! Love it here! Reminds Remy of Mardi
Gras at N'Awlins, cher!” Gazing at the people around them, Remy flashed a
bright smile at a cute blond boy passing by. The boy smiled back, obviously
taken in either by Remy's natural or enhanced charm-that was hard to tell.
“Hell, kiddo, what did I tell ya 'bout yer flirting?” Logan whirled the
thief around to look at him again. Remy, unimpressed, licked his ice cream
in a seductive manner that went straight to the Canadians cock.
“Let Remy think- ah, told me you don' appreciate. Mais je pense dat can' be
helped, cher. You're like an open book for ol' Remy! Je pense que tu t'en
fou de mon sourire parce que tu veux l' avoir seulement pour toi, n'est-ce
pas?”
Logan sighed. The pretty Cajun was a real pain in the ass today.
“Gumbo, do ya see me carryin' a fucking baguette around with me? Ya know
flamin' well I can understand a shit when you're speaking French. A bit high
spirited today, aren't ya? Maybe I should drag ya back to the hotel and tie
ya up in our room to bring ya to yer senses?” Oh shit. Wolverine regretted
his remark as soon as it had slipped out of his mouth. What if it reminded
Remy of the things Scott had done to him? Logan didn't want to scare his
sensitive lover. He doubted he could ever tell Remy about his- well- darker
desires. He hated Scott even more for rendering it almost impossible to find
out whether the Cajun could be interested in some games Logan himself longed
for. But the kid didn't seem to suspect a deeper meaning
in Logan's words. He playfully lowered his shades to give the older mutant a
pleading puppy dog look.
“Non, cher, don' do that to Remy! I'll be real good now, I promise! Keep my
eyes only on you, cher!”
relieved, Wolverine gave in. “Okay, kiddo! Behave yerself now, will ya? And
what was that ya said in French?”
“You wanna know, huh?” Remy purred teasingly.
“Don't ya dare using yer charm on me boy!” Remy ate the last piece of his
ice cone and laughed.
“Aw- so you've noticed I tried!” “'Course I noticed. Hard not to feel that
sweetish stuff of yers pouring inside me!” Remy lowered his shades again and
glanced at Logan naughtily.
“Na, no pun intended here, Cajun!”
Remy giggled as he hid his eyes again. “Mais non, cher! Remy translate de
French for you, oui? I said I think y're crazy 'bout my smile 'cause you
wanna keep it all for yourself, Logan! ”
“How very smart my boy is!Now come on kiddo, let's indulge yer childish side
and mingle with the crowd!And the moment I catch ya flirting again, I'll
carry ya back to the hotel over my shoulder, that's a promise!” Remy
chuckled and gently took the hand the older mutant offered him.

~~~~~

Back at the mansion, Scott was restless. Jean had gone for a few days to do
some research work. It seemed she hadn't found out about him and the Cajun
and he was so glad about it. With his telepathic wife gone, he allowed his
tormented mind to revive the disturbing scene again and again. The Cajun on
his knees, crying, weak, totally at his mercy. Like a toy to be used. Scott
obviously had a thing for redheads. And Remy was a beautiful creature. Scott
liked what was beautiful, who didn't ? But with Jean it was something
different. Her beauty he wanted to caress, to worship, to preserve. Remy's
beauty was a thing he wanted to conquer, to ravish, to hurt. He had never
felt like that before. It was so scary. He felt his eyes water with tears of
desperation, yet nothing in the world it seemed could extinguish his new and
strange desires. How the boy had trembled, how he had cried down at his
feet, how that soft voice had begged for mercy, how that sweet mouth had
tasted. Remy. That gorgeous swanlike creature. And now he was gone, maybe
for good. Scott sighed. He knew so well it had been all wrong to force the
kid against his will. Logan had prevented him from doing things to Remy he
would certainly have regretted. But right now, lying stretched out on his
bed alone, all Scott really regretted was not having defeated the vain
little thief totally, not having fucked the hell of that broken swan when he
had what seemed his one and only chance to.

~~~~~

Logan enjoyed himself more than he had expected, being dragged through the
crowd by the skittish Cajun. The night sure was intoxicating, with all that
heat, strange scents, noises and chatter in a language he couldn't
understand. So far, he hadn't done more than kissing Remy and holding him
close, but those innocence caresses were driving him nuts in rapid pace.
Wolverine hadn't dared to put his hands in a more sexual way on the
traumatized kid ever since they had left the mansion. Things should have
gone so differently! He had intended the night of their hasty flight to be
the night of their first screw. But fate once again had decided against
Logan's plans. Still, it had brought him on this trip with the pretty thief
and that wasn't an all together bad thing.
He was diverted from his thoughts as Remy suddenly stopped, smiling brightly
at him. Desperation reached out at the Canadian as he realized what his boy
was up to.
“No, really, Gumbo, don't ya even think of it!”
“Mais cher, de roller coaster is si bien, you just have to join Remy for a
ride!” Logan smirked.
“ No way will ya get me onto this thing, Cajun!” After all, he was
Wolverine! Wolverine on a roller coaster? Where would that end up? With
Wolverine eating flamin' cotton candy?!
“Oh cher, je sais... but it no fun to go for a ride alone. Remy's gonna buy
some cotton candy and when I'm finished with dat, we talk about it again!
You want some as well? ” There! Just as Logan had suspected. He growled at
his lover. “Can it Gumbo! Go eat yer bloody cotton candy, boy!” Remy was
absolutely amused. It was so easy and so much fun to drive Logan mad! The
Cajun loved playing with fire, and Logan, he knew, was a literally wildfire.

Nuzzling on his pink cloud of cotton candy, Remy had grown quiet. Wolverine
noticed the sudden mood change. “What's up, Rems? Growing sick of all that
stuff you've been eating today? Yer becoming my greedy pig, ya kow that? ”
he mocked his boy.
“Non cher. Remy just thought how bad it is havin' to wear dem silly shades
all of de time!”
“Keep ya from flirting a bit. Therefore, I kinda like them!”
Remy moaned. “ Non, really! Dat's so unfair, everyone sees at once Remy a
mutant if he ain't hiding his eyes. Drives me nuts!” At that Wolverine
quickly snatched away the sunglasses from the young thief's eyes and put
them into his jacket. Startled, Remy immediately tried to hide his demonic
eyes behind his long bangs.
“Mais Logan, give dem back to me tout de suite! Don' wanna make everyone
upset. Don' wanna be called names, me!” Wolverine put an ensuring arm around
the kid's slender waist. “First one who calls my boy names, get's a date
with my claws, Gumbo. I love that eyes of yers. Ya show them, if ya want to.
And if the shades are making ya sick, they come off! Easy as that!”
Remy gently kissed his lover.
“Merci, Logan. Remy ain't gonna wear dem now, then! How about de roller
coaster now, cher?” he grinned viciously.
“Hell, maybe folks have a point in callin' ya a demon, kid! ” Remy laughed
out loud and dragged the older mutant away with him. Remy's alien eyes of
course aroused some attention, but no one did more than stare at him. The
young Cajun relaxed, well protected by Logan, he could let go. He was so
used to always being tense, it was a relief to feel someone else take over
control. Remy had been lonely all his life. He knew all to well what it felt
like to be alien, not to really belong to anyone. Sure, the Cajun was a
person who searched contact, who craved it. But even when he had been with
others, it had only rarely sated his longing.
Absorbed in his reflections, Remy rubbed his left arm's wrist, where a long
faded scare gave testimony of how desperately alone he had once felt.
Wolverine watched the young mutant retreat in his thoughts and didn't know
what to make of Remy's gesture. “Hey, Gumbo, what'cha doing with yer wrist?”
The thief blushed immediately. “Ce nothin' Logan!” Hastily, he pulled his
arm away, but Wolverine had already caught and examined it.
“Jesus, Rems- when did ya do that to yerself?” Remy sighed and sat down on a
bench. He pulled his knees close to his body.
“When I was sixteen, cher. Stupid, I know. Regret dat very much now, me. Was
a silly kid dan. Dat ugly cher, ashamed of de scar, me.” he whispered.
Logan sat down next to the gloomy kid.
“There's no need to be ashamed, Rems. I'm glad ya didn't succeed. That
you're here with me today. I've also wanted to die quite a few times. I
craved it. But- ya know about my healing factor. No much sense fer me in
wanting to kill myself.” The thief avoided his lovers gaze. All of a sudden,
Wolverine grabbed the young man's arm and shoved him into one of the dark
small alleys next to the main road. He pressed the Cajun against a wall,
resting his arms on either sides of Remy's waist.
The alien eyes were big with surprise. “Logan-” “Shhh, kiddo. Ya know what
I'd like to do? I wanna make ya feel you're alive. Wanna hear ya scream fer
me. Wanna make ya fly. Feel me, kiddo? Can ya feel what you've been doing to
me the whole day long?”
He leaned in as close to the young mutant as possible, making Remy feel his
hard on.
The thief moaned, his eyes glowing passionately in the dark surrounding
them. They could hear the humming noises from the main road- laughter,
voices, music and above all drums from some street musicians. Remy chuckled.
“Dat's pathetic, de music now, n'est-ce pas, cher?”
Logan slowly started kissing his young lovers throat.
“Well, Rems, I can't really concentrate on the music right now. Got better
things to pay attention to!”
Saying so, he claimed the Cajuns lips in an eager kiss that was passionately
responded.
Gasping, the thief pulled away. “What would you do to make Remy feel alive,
cher?” the young mutants voice trembled with desire.
“I'd do things to ya that ya can't even imagine right now, Rems!” Logan
whispered into his lover's ear. The kids slender fingers had found their way
under his shirt and were now all over Wolverine's chest and back. “Aw- what
kinda things?” The Canadian grinned to himself at his boy's obvious
eagerness on dirty talk.
“I'd rock ya world, child. I'd drive ya crazy with pleasure and then I'd
fuck ya till ya beg me to stop!”
Remy sighed out loud and Wolverine silenced him by parting the kid's teeth
with a demanding tongue, exploring the Cajun's mouth eagerly. Feverish hands
unzipped Wolverine's jeans, the young thief pulled away from their kiss, his
lips trailing down Logan's throat, brushing over his chest, finding their
way down his lover's body.
Wolverine moaned as the Cajun went on his knees in front of him.
“Just a second, Rems, don't ya mind doing that in an alley like this?” Who
knew what ghosts of the past he may had wakened for the kid?
The disturbing red-on-black eyes flashed at him.
“Non cher, Remy used to dat kinda places, you know mebbe?”
Logan pulled his lover up from the ground, taking the Cajun's handsome face
in his hands. For once, Wolverine didn't try to chase away the slight
bitterness in Remy's words. He was too overwhelmed by his own excitement.
“Y're my gorgeous street kid, Rems. Y're my pretty alley cat, aren't ya?”
Remy hold his feverish gaze and welcomed Logan's arousal rushing through his
veins, eliminating all sorrow at once. There was nothing that could hurt him
now. All the young empath could feel was Wolverine's lust and affection for
him, mingled with his own pleasure.
“Oui Logan! Now let Remy- make you feel alive, cher!”
Wolverine gladly gave in, guiding his lover down his body, feeling the
thief's clever fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it firm and slow.
“Hell, Rems!” He hissed as the Cajun teased its leaking head with the tip of
his tongue, licking away the precum. How long Remy had wanted to taste Logan
like that! He enjoyed being washed over by the waves of passion he caught
from Logan. It felt so good. He looked up at his lover, who had as well
given himself up to the exquisite sensations, his head tossed back, eyes
shut.
Well, this was only the beginning and Remy had a lot more pleasant surprises
for the Canadian. All of a sudden, he took his lover in whole, swallowing as
much as he could. Wolverine groaned out loud, struggling not to come there
and then. Remy relaxed his throat even more, until his lover was as deeply
buried in his mouth as possible. Sweat glittered in Wolverine's face. This
was the best blowjob he had ever gotten, and, well, he had gotten quite a
lot. He fought against the vicious thought that in some way, Remy's past
profession came in handy.

“Yeah, kiddo, ya work me good, don't ya stop it Rems, don't ya dare!” he
winced as he tangled his fingers in the Cajun's soft auburn mane, pulling
away from his mouth a bit only to thrust back again as deep as he could. All
thoughts of being careful with the kid were blown out of his mind, thrusting
again and again and again into that sweet mouth. It was now like he had
dreamed weeks ago, he felt so close to the edge watching the beautiful being
kneeling in front of him, fucking that soft warm mouth, feeling the Cajun's
tongue slide along the underside of his cock. It was too much. He couldn't
hold back any longer and came hard with a scream. The pretty thief swallowed
everything he gave him. Trembling, Logan leaned back against the wall,
watching his limp member slide from Remy's lips. The kid wiped his lips
clean with the back of his hand, smiling up at him both lovingly and wicked
at the same time. Wolverine dragged him up and caught the thief in his arms,
kissing him eagerly. How exciting it was to taste himself on Remy's lips!
“God, alley cat, y're really gifted!”
Remy grinned at the older mutant. “So you liked it, monsieur?”
Logan chuckled. “Oui, ya French plague!Wanna do the same fer ya, Rems!”
But to his surprise, the Cajun broke free from their embrace.
“Non, cher, dat can wait. You know what Remy wanna do? Wanna go on with our
little walk, cher! Mebbe you won' mind Remy flirting now- smilin' at all de
strangers with de same lips dat sucked you so right. Wanna tease everyone
out dere, tastin' only you!”
Wolverine felt shivers running down his spine.
“Nasty alley cat!” He led his young lover back on the main road.
“Yer wish is my command, Rems- but I'll claim what's mine soon enough!” he
whispered into the pretty thief's ear.

Tbc