PART15
The Acadian was racked with sobs, not able to compose
himself. Why was the Savior doing it? Why didn’t he
want to talk to him normally, or at least… ~Non, it’s
better dis way, dan if he didn’ pay any attention t’
me at all. Better hate me, just don’ ignore me.~
He winced. ~Why did it ‘appen de way it had happened?~
For a moment he considered if it might have been
better if Logan had just left him in the cell, or even
in the Tormentor’s paws… ~Non, if he did so, I’d ‘ave
never known what a person he is…~
He bit into his lip, drawing blood. It helped,
directing his attention from sadness to pain. He got
up sharply and paced into the bathroom. Stopping by
the mirror, he gave himself a long look. A fragile
child was staring back at him, crimson eyes a little
puffy from crying, tears still drying on his cheeks.
Switching on the cold water, he washed his face, then
dried it and looked back into the mirror. Now the eyes
looked much better, though his cheeks were flushed
from the cold water. ~Better now~
Just that moment he remembered the stare Logan had
given him, and the sound of the door slamming, and the
tears rose up again, watering from his eyes. Without
thinking, he kicked off his clothes and got into the
shower, turning the cold water on with one harsh move.
He hissed, as violent cold streams of water rushed
over his skin, but stood under the water until he
heard the door opening. Must be Savior. Remy switched
the shower off and for several moments just stood
there, shivering, with his hands around his cold
frame, checking himself if he was ready to face the
man right now.
He dressed in a second and soon strolled out of the
bathroom, a brave smile on his face. “Had a shower?”
Logan questioned, not turning to him.
~Again…~
“Yeah” Remy smiled, the water from his hair soaking
into the towel around his shoulders.
“Got somethin’ to eat.” Logan pulled some hamburgers
out of the pack, along with some beer bottles and a
can of Pepsi. As the Cajun guessed, the Pepsi was
meant for him. He’d have preferred beer now, as shaken
as he was, but he wouldn’t take it since it obviously
wasn’t meant for him. More to the point, in his
current state he knew he’d drink until the last bit of
sense left his head and he started talking freely.
Mumbling about Logan. In Logan’s presence. ~Y’ stick
to Pepsi, Rem~.
They ate and drank in silence, Wolverine watching the
sun go down, Remy, staring at his hamburger. When the
bag was almost empty, Logan broke the silence.
“I’ve called the X-Men.” He said. “They’ll be waitin’
for us tomorrow morning.” He wanted to say more, about
the mansion, but it could lead to Remy responding,
something Logan couldn’t handle right now.
“Yep” the kid said, not tearing his gaze from the
hamburger.
After the food was all gone, Wolverine kicked the
paper bag into the trash can and turned to Remy.
“Since you’ve had ya’r shower already, I’m goin’
first.” With that he shook off his jacket and strolled
into the bathroom.
When inside, Logan was ready to switch on the water,
when his hand stopped midway. The air was cold. Cajun
had been taking a shower less then half an hour ago,
the air should be still warm. Yet it wasn’t.
Curiously, Logan touched the edge of the tub. It was
as cold as ice. The kid had been taking an icy shower.
Logan scratched his head, then got into the tub and
switched on the hot water. The warm streams hit his
chest, and he rolled the thought around in his head.
Why would the Acadian have an icy shower? He heard
that people after being abused did weird things, but
he’d never witnessed it. Might it be that the kid got
so traumatized he resorted to something like this to
calm his nerves?
He was still thinking about it, about Remy’s possible
reasons, when a sudden image popped into his mind. The
gorgeous Acadian in the shower, water streaming down
the luxurious body, over the soft velvet curves and
silky glistening hair…
Something stirred in his groin, and he gave a quick
glance downwards to see his member stirring. “Down and
low, I said” he hissed quietly. But his member refused
to oblige, brought to life with the sensual image of
Remy LeBeau running the sponge over his amazing form.
Reaching out, Logan harshly turned the cold water on,
hissing as the icy streams shot over his hot skin.
As he exited the bathroom, the kid was in bed already,
seemingly sleeping. Wolverine took out the cigars he
had bought in the local shop and took a deep drag. He
had to end it, more precisely, he had to end it now.
The cold shower had done its work, and he felt more
composed now. Yet the tingling feeling in his lower
abdomen was still trying to get his attention.
Instead, he soundlessly stepped to the window to see
the moon hovering in the dark sky. He’d be at home
soon, and the kid might make his home there too. Logan
would probably have to leave then, but the kid would
be safe. And he himself… nah, he’s used to travelling
the roads.
Kicking the cigar butt outside he went to his bed, it
was by the opposite wall to the Cajun’s. Taking off
his shirt and jeans, he hesitated for a moment, then
took his briefs off too and sneaked under the covers.
Remy wasn’t asleep, he just couldn’t be. Various
thoughts were tearing his mind apart. ~It’s de last
night I’m spending wit’ Savior, tomorrow we’ll arrive
at de mansion an’ he’ll be able t’ just avoid me all
de time, not givin’ me de slightest chance t’…~ He
blinked, thankful he was facing the wall, so Logan
couldn’t see that his eyes were open, glowing in the
darkness. The last chance to… ~He don’ wan’ my soul,
an’ he won’ take it. He doesn’ need it. Mais dere
still be somet’ing he won’ refuse t’ do.~
It seemed that only a few minutes had passed, when
Logan heard the opposite bed squeak. His back tensed,
but he stayed still. Quiet footsteps padded lightly
over to his bed, and someone’s hand touched his
shoulder, light as a feather. He pretended to be
sleeping, hoping the kid would go away.
He didn’t. The hand was removed, but it was replaced
by soft lips that kissed his bare shoulder, making
Logan sigh. ~Tell him ta go away! C’mon! Chase him
away and sleep, ya damn fool!~ But he couldn’t. All he
could do was to lay there and feel, feel…
The velvet lips moved to the back of his neck, and
then the path along his spinal cord was licked with a
warm tongue. Under the covers, Logan’s hand tightened
into a fist as he tried to keep himself in control.
The lips moved upwards, capturing his earlobe and
gently nibbling on it. That was when Logan finally let
out a moan and rolled over on to his back. “Wha…”
~What’re you doing, kid?~ he wanted to ask, but
couldn’t. Remy splayed his fingers over Logan’s chest,
smoothing the thick curly hair, and Wolverine briefly
closed his eyes and purred.
Slim fingers tangled into the rich hair at the back of
his head, making him throw his head back at the
sensation. His entire body and mind were bathing in
the small fires those confident fingers erupted
wherever they touched him, until all of him was on
fire; one bare nerve that shook and squirmed under the
softest brush of those delicate fingertips.
“Kiddo… ya… why do you…” he managed, between the harsh
gasps.
Remy bent down to kiss a path down Logan’s throat,
muttering all the way in a quiet voice. “I know… y’
don’ like me… Logan… an’ I… can understand it…” he
never stopped kissing Logan, and had now reached a
nipple, making Logan wiggle on the sheets. “But I…
love y’ more… den you can ever imagine… mon Savior…
an’ since you don’ wan’… t’ take my soul… an’ my love…
I want y’ to… at least take m’ body… since I know… y’
can’ refuse it…”
Remy finally broke the trail of kisses and resorted to
fingering the man’s nipples. “I’m a whore, always have
been, always will be.” He whispered, “So I wan’ t’
give you what I know de best in dis damned life.” With
that he swooped down, pulling Logan into a feverish
kiss.
Wolverine growled loudly, lost in the sensation of
Remy’s hot tongue dancing between his sharp teeth,
when the meaning of the words that had just been said
finally sank into his mind. In a flash he grabbed the
Cajun’s wrists and rolled him over his frame onto the
bed, pinning the young man under his weight.
Remy closed his eyes and arched his back. If Logan
wanted to take him violently, he’d let him. What was
important was that the Savior felt good. Even if Remy
didn’t stay completely intact after the experience.
Yet he didn’t feel a knee parting his legs or even
some shifting of the body over him that would have
indicated that the man was doing something. Slowly,
Remy opened his eyes – and froze.
Logan was looking down at him, and there was so much
hurt in his eyes, the pain was almost palpable. ~It’s
me. It’s all me, damn freak! He didn’ wan’ me, he said
it long ago, an’ I had no right t’ go lean over him in
dis manner!~ Remy made an attempt to get up and just
leave, but strong hands held him utterly fixed in
place.
As Logan spoke, his voice sounded slightly broken.
“Remy…” he paused, not sure what to say, how to
express it and put it into words in a way that would
make sense. “Remy… I… You’re not made fer bein’ used.
I don’t… I don’t want ya ta be used, and… I don’t want
t’ use you…”
He leaned closer. “I’ve got an entire baggage of
things in my past I’m not proud of. You’re young, kid,
your life is all t’ come yet.” He swallowed. “I…” he
couldn’t say it. Not before the words he was going to
say just after it. So he said instead. “I care about
ya, too much ta… t’ use your gratefulness towards me…
I just can’t use ya…” his voice broke, and he wasn’t
sure he was capable of any more words.
Remy’s lids slid shut, as he whispered almost
inaudibly. “Take me, Savior.” He swallowed, not
looking at Logan. “Don’ make me plead wid you t’ take
me. I know y’ hate me deep inside, but all I need is
somet’ing from you, some illusion o’ de true feelin’.
Somet’ing dat will leave a memory.” He opened his
eyes, and they were watering. “Please, take me. An’ I
promise not t’ ever set eyes on y’ again.”
For a moment Logan lay completely motionless,
breathing hard, his hands starting to quiver. His
rough fingers cupped the delicate face of the young
man before him, the kid’s cheeks wet with tears. “I
love ya, Remy.” He said, staring right into those
crimson eyes. “And I’m not pretendin’.”
In a second his fingers were tangled into that silky
auburn hair, as his mouth claimed those precious lips.
“I love ya… no pretendin’… to taking… love ya…” he
pushed out the hoarse words, while his hands tightened
in the dark strands.
Tears ran freely down Remy’s cheeks, as he pulled his
lover into the kiss. Savior loved him, he knew it now.
Long ago he had learned to detect exactly where true
passion was in a voice, and where the true feelings
were, though the last tunes he heard so very rarely.
Yet there they were, in every movement and in every
word, and in those deep hazel pools that radiated
warmth and love.
Without breaking the kiss, he nudged Logan to roll
over onto his back and when the man complied, he
straddled his hips. Then he pulled back to sit
upright, his eyes travelling over the marvelous body
underneath him. How could someone so strong and
volatile bind himself to someone as used and dirty as
him? He’d never know.
His fingers ran over Logan’s chest once more, feeling
rock hard muscles under the tough skin, covered with
multiple black curls of hair. A ticklish cover over a
deadly machine. And deadly machine he was – even
laying on the bed, he wasn’t completely relaxed,
always ready to spring into action at any moment. A
strong hand rested on the small of Remy’s back, and a
shiver ran up his spine - from the realization that
the hand could crush his spine in one single move, and
from the knowledge that this man would sooner die than
hurt him.
He brushed his fingertips over black side-burns to cup
Wolverine’s head, drawing him into another kiss. His
curious probing tongue ran over the salty lips before
daring to push between them into the wet warmth of his
mouth, feeling the sharp tips of the lethal canines
guarding this treasure.
Breaking the kiss, Remy let himself explore the less
hairy sides, and by the way Logan groaned, he knew he
had found the first of multiple hot spots on his body.
The Cajun continued his ministrations lower; licking
around the navel that began the descent to the thick
path of pubic hair, which he also explored with his
nimble fingers.
Going lower, he finally reached the fully erect shaft
with the angry-red tip that he knew would soon start
oozing pre-cum. But he ignored the urging organ, only
letting several strands of his hair brush over the
super-sensitive skin.
The growl/groan that erupted from Logan could have
woken up the entire hotel, but neither of them cared.
Remy licked the sweat from one of Savior’s muscular
thighs, then ran the very tip of his index finger over
the other, slowly and sensually.
Underneath him, Logan was biting his lips and
growling/moaning, trying not to squirm as much as his
body was making him, caught up in the sensation of
Remy’s skillful treatment. Once he even rose his hand
to brush through the kid’s hair, yet that moment, the
tongue circled his navel, and he had to grasp the
sheets instead. Later on, he was grateful he didn’t
grasp the kid’s hair, since he’d have for sure yanked
out a handful of those silky strands.
It was damn erotic – to watch someone as gorgeous as
Remy work over him, those delicate fingers sending
shivers down his spine, those slim legs straddling his
hips and that perfect soft ass on his lower abdomen.
The tip of that torturing tongue found his balls and
started licking them, making Logan grasp the boards of
the bed, which he soon had to let go, as the wood
started to splinter under his strong grip.
Remy didn’t see it though, caught up as he was in the
process of teasing the man beneath him. As pre-cum
started to drip out, Remy finally turned his attention
to the erect organ. Licking the underside of it, he
swirled his tongue over the purple head, and finally
refused to tease anymore. To Logan’s great relief and
pleasure, since he had broken into a sweat from the
intense attention, Remy took the shaft into his mouth,
deep-throating it slowly, to keep Logan from coming
right there and then.
He bobbed his head up and down, moistening the cock
with his saliva, getting off on the desperate moans of
the man underneath him, and his incomprehensive
whimpering. Finally the shaft was fully moistened, and
the Savior didn’t seem to be able to take it anymore.
Shifting himself up, Remy straddled Wolverine’s hips
again, and pulled the man into another kiss, feeling
Logan’s hands tightening in the hair at the back of
his head. Their hot tongues danced for several seconds
before LeBeau pulled back. Spreading his cheeks, he
lowered himself on to Logan’s shaft, ever so slowly,
giving himself time to accommodate him as well as for
Logan to feel it better.
He lowered himself down an inch, and then moved up,
then down a little more, then up again. He rocked,
adding an inch every time, until the shaft was sliding
in and out comfortably without too much pain.
By this time Logan was gasping for breath and begging
various deities not to let him pass out from the
intense pleasure. Seeing and feeling his cock slid in
and out of the kid, seeing a creature as exotic and
erotic as Remy work over his body – just the sight was
enough to make a grown man cry. Let alone the feel of
it.
The tension was building, and Logan felt his balls
pulling up close to him, and he tried to think about
anything but the man riding him to prolong the
pleasure. It seemed to be impossible though. Without
thinking, he caught Remy’s wrists and rolled him onto
his back, feeling the kid’s ankles crossing behind his
back, easing the access.
He plunged deep, now thrusting on his own, groaning,
as the kid matched him by pushing himself against the
thrusts. He rammed into him several times only,
feeling his belly brushing Remy’s cock, when the young
man cried out, and something sticky exploded all over
his belly.
Before he could even acknowledge what had happened,
the inner muscles of the kid tightened, and he came
himself with one last deep thrust. The claws shot out
of his hands and pierced the sheets and the wood
underneath, his hands still holding Remy’s wrists.
For several seconds he just lay on top of the Cajun,
breathing harshly, then rolled off him, his eyes
half-closed, when it hit him. Turning to the kid, he
reached out and turned his head to him to catch his
peculiar stare.
“I… I didn’t hurt ya at all?”
To his relief, Remy shook his head, the serene smile
on his lips widening. “Non, mon amour. Did y’ like
dat?”
Logan wasn’t sure he could ever describe how much he
liked it, so he pulled the kid into a kiss. “It’s the
best love makin’ I ever had.”
The kiss was lazily slow this time, since both of them
were exhausted by the rigorous love making. Logan felt
the Acadian shifting closer, his head resting on his
chest, slim fingers gently playing with curly hairs.
For the first time in his life Logan didn’t seem to
need any after-glow words, the words that made a cheap
fuck more human. The trust Remy had showed to him with
that mere movement was the best confirmation of his
feelings.
They said nothing, just listened to each other’s
heartbeat, slowly drifting off to sleep.