Same warnings and ratings apply.
"To Have And Not To Hold" is written/sung and produced by Madonna.
The story is by me, SisterWine.

When Logan came back into the room, he had gotten rid of his excitement and then showered. He looked to his bed, and the sleeping figure that was sprawled out inbetween the two blankets. Logan inhaled deeply and recognized the scent of longing and hunger. Looking at the young man, he smiled to himself. He stood in the doorway, wearing only a white cotton towel and smelling like Zest.

Remy moaned in his sleep and rolled over onto his side to face Logan. His eyes remained shut but a
smile had graced his lips in the process. Chances are, he was dreaming about the earlier events. Again, his scent filled the room and Logan's nose loved it. The kid was dreaming something of a fierce whet dream.

To have and not to hold
So hot, yet so cold
My heart is in your hand
And yet you never stand
Close enough for me to have my way

He watched as Remy grabbed at a second pillow and held it close to him. The young man had begun cooing and snuggling the pillow closer to him. Logan felt his arousal through the towel. Logan thought
to himself about going over to the bed, pulling back the blanket and pushing himself into the young man. With every thrust, Remy would scream to have him deeper inside him. Tasting the salty sweat on the other man's lips, they'd kiss in a hot fire of passion. Just before either of them climaxed, Logan was brought out of his musings by a soft humming.

"You gonna jus stand dere and stare at Remy, or you gonna come snuggle wit him?"

Logan smiled and walked over to the side of the bed that had been waiting for him. He sat with his back against the wall and his legs out-stretched and crossed at the ankles. He let Remy snuggle close to him
as they embraced in a casual hug. Logan grunted as Remy's hand brushed over the towel-covered erection.

Nimble fingers unwrapped the towel and stroked Logan's full-blown hardness. Remy stopped as
Logan's hand encircled his to help him.

To love but not to keep
To laugh, not to weep
Your eyes, they go right through
And yet you never do
Anything to make me want to stay

"Can dis go on..... after........?" Remy looked up to meet Logan's eyes. His thumb had begun rubbing
the tip of Logan's erection.

Logan sighed and looked at the kid. The worry had set into the red on black eyes, and Logan sensed
that Remy really wasn't sure what Logan would do or say. "If you feel comfortable with me. But, for now, we can keep it a casual level." Logan shifted positions to better relax himself while Remy had rejoined Logan in the calm foreplay.

"C'est exacte avec moi, mon coeur"

Logan smiled playfully and laughed, "No more liquor for you. You're too drunk when you're sober." Getting a slight laugh from Remy, Logan reached up with a free hand and stroked the auburn hair.

As the two pulled themselves together for a kiss, Remy had managed to flip Logan over him so that he lay near the end of the bed. Thrown off, Logan waited for further touches from the young thief.

Like a moth to a flame
Only I am to blame

With Logan lying on his back, Remy climbed up and straddled Logan's hips. "How bout we finish it now, mon ami. You game?" Remy leaned over and came nose to nose with Logan. He smiled when Logan moved his hand to stroke himself until he came, and then guided Remy's tight opening down ontop of him. Sliding down over the legnth, the two kissed. Remy gasped as Logan had started
thrusting upward in a firm but frantic pace.

Slowly increasing the pace, Logan eventually rolled them over so that he was looking down at the now sweat-drenched cajun. He liked the sight of Remy beneath him. Logan wrapped his thick fingers around Remy's long and seriously excited length. Holding himself up above the kid, he stroked and squeezed Remy's erection until they both became close to releasing.

Ba ba da ba ba ba
What can I do?

"Logan, I wan you t'know, I tink Remy gonna wan dis if you do, cher." Remy panted, tiredly.

"You sure, kid?"

"Oui." A tired strain and an unnoticed shiver by the cajun, had given Logan enough of an idea that Remy was ready to come and was waiting for Logan to join him.

Kissing Remy's salty lips, Logan pushed himself into the panting and now visably shaking cajun and tugged at Remy's erection as the two came together. Logan removed himself after finishing, and lay beside Remy. They lay there, in the dark room and panted.

Ba ba da ba ba ba
I go straight to you

Remy, still lying on his back, moved a thin hand down between his legs and ran a finger over his
opening that was now slick with come and sweat. His palm gently smushed his genitals as he let his middle finger dip into the slick hole.

Logan rolled onto his side and watched Remy fondle himself. His eyes caught a clear fluid on the kid's stomache. Silently, he moved to lap at it with his tongue. Hearing Remy gasp and giggle made him smile and growl playfully. Licking the kid's belly clean, Logan sat back and admired the beautiful face that
was connected to the creature who had given himself to Logan. Completely.  He moved to devour Remy's gorgeous lips and awaiting tongue. He loved the way Remy tasted. And apparently, Remy didn't mind tasting himself on the hungry, older man's lips.

Ba ba da ba ba ba
I've been told
You're to have, not to hold

As the two curled next to each other, Logan felt a kiss on his right palm. "What was that for?"

"So dat you know, Remy needs only love. Je t'aime, Logan. Capiche?"

He smiled, "Capiche."

As Logan slept, Remy had remained awake. He could feel the older man's furry chest against his back. Even breathing, slight growling and kind moaning forced Remy to smile to himself. So what if Rogue didn't want him. So what if she refused to see that he was more than just a past, but a man who needed love. He had Logan. Although, it was a rocky climb and a few stumbling spells, Logan was more man than Rogue could ever hope to be. Snuggling deeper into Logan's warmth that surrounded him, he drifted off to a deep, contented sleep.

To look but not to see
To kiss but never be
The object of your desire
I'm walking on a wire
And there's no one at all
To break my fall

The next morning, Remy awoke to find himself alone in the king-sized bed. The door was closed, but not all the way. And the smell of bacon and eggs filled his nose and forced him to crawl out of bed. Logan had laid some clean clothes- that he had colected from Remy's room- on the end of the bed. He got dressed and looked at himself in Logan's dresser-top mirror. He had a smile, and not just a forced smile or a fake smile. But, a real smile. Someone wanted him in their life. And he wanted them, too.

Remy walked out of the room and down the hallway to the kitchen. A plate full of bacon and eggs sat
on the counter for him. No Logan, though. He looked out onto the porch and saw a cowboy hat overtop of a lawnchair with a single ribbon of grey smoke rising from it. "Remy dat good, hehn?"

As he stood there, staring out the window, he let himself feel Logan's emotions. Soft, soothing and tender? He didn't think Logan could understand how anyone else felt, let alone care. Yet, Remy noted that Logan had inadvertantly started this. Logan took him drinking and racing at all hours of the night. And, it was Logan whom he went with to Japan. It was also Logan who kept a close watch on him
after coming back from the fiasco with Belladonna. He remembered that Logan had tried to remove the cursed ring from his hand. The one that Belladonna had made him wear. He smiled. Remy wondered, would this be a good thing or a bad thing? Did Logan want him as a dirty secret or a blatant attempt at
a romance? He didn't care. Logan wasn't angry with him at all.

Lost in his musings, he didn't hear the door slide open and shut. Nor did he feel the hand on his shoulder and a soft voice with a mixture of a growl, telling him to eat before it got cold. Yet, he sat down and took a bite of eggs, and smiled.

You're to have, not to hold
You're to have, not to hold

"You already eat?" Remy looked up at the man that was standing across from him.

"Earlier. It's 9 o' clock, Gumbo. We still have to pack and get back to the Mansion. We're leaving this afternoon." Logan pushed himself away from his position of leaning on the counter and headed back to his room to pack.

Remy finished his breakfast and gathered his things and stuffed them into his oversized, blue duffel bag. He managed to pack his belongings within an hour. He let himself linger around the bed, and the spot of the poofed pillow. He wondered if he should at least flip the mattress over so that the burnt spot wouldn't be so noticable to prospective buyers. Shrugging, he stripped the bed and flipped the mattress. Rolling the bedding up, he stuffed those too into his duffel and exited the room.

Logan had been already out front, putting his things into the trunk of the taxi. He stopped when he noticed Remy standing in the doorway of the beachhouse. With a sigh, he went to where Remy was standing and took the duffel from him. Pausing, he asked in a cool voice, "You ok, kid?"

"Oui. What do we tell de others? Remy yo' bitch now?" Remy answered in an equally low voice and keeping an eye on the taxi driver, who was sitting in the driver's seat and reading a newspaper.

"We'll figure somethin out, kid. Come on, this guy aint waitin for us to yap."

Remy nodded and followed Logan to help put the stuff in the trunk. He could picture how everyone would look if they told them. He could see their faces as if they already had. But, Logan wouldn't let them hurt him. Logan was on his side for once. As he got into the back of the cab, and Logan sat down beside him, he casually reached over and squeezed Logan's hand in a quiet "here goes nothing" motion. He smiled as Logan squeezed his hand back and then broke their hold before the cabby became too nosey.

You're to have, not to hold
You're to have, not to hold
You're to have, not to hold
To break my heart

THE END!