Author: Xantissa
e-mail : xantissa@xl.wp.pl
Feedback: please, pretty, pretty pleeeeeeeeeeeease!
Pairing: Logan (Wolverine)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
Rating: Strong NC-17
Archive: You like it? You take it! Just let me know ( so I can swell with pride!)
Disclaimer: not mine so don’t sue me
Warnings: graphic m/m sex, light non-con sex
Summary: Wolverine and Gambit are sent together on a mission, where Gambit’s past catches up with him. Logan is not happy.
Series: will be
Author notes: Story is set after The Trial, Gambit lives in the Boathouse tormented by guilt, nightmares and anger. The mission is his first in a long time – no one wanted him as a partner since his return from Antarctica. The first one to choose him as reinforcement was Logan. This story is supposed to be the first in series about a Logan/Remy relationship. Please let me know if you like it!
Thanks to Sarah for beta and Curt Clark for inspiration
 

Making a choice
 

“The past is a ghost
that haunts you
from the moment it exists
until you don’t”
 

Logan slammed the door behind him with such force that Gambit was seriously worried about its well being.

They had just come back from the mission. They were supposed to find Sinister’s new base and search it. Something in Sinister’s movements had seriously worried the Professor and he sent them to find out just what exactly Sinister planned.

Everything went smoothly – too smooth for Gambit’s liking. And of course when he thought that everything would be fine, a bomb was thrown right into his arms.

Logan found Sever.

Flashback

Logan was standing in front of a large tank filled with green, bubbly water.

“We must get her out of there!” Said Logan, staring at a naked, young woman floating inside. Long white, straight hair surrounded her deceptively gentle, beautiful face. She looked like an 18 year old, just like she had six years ago.

“Non!” Gambit cried out, seeing that Logan had released his claws “Don’t do it!”

Shocked, Logan turned around to stare at the younger man.

“What?! Are you completely nuts, Cajun?”

One of the reasons that Logan wanted to get her out of that tank was that it looked very like the one in which he was kept when the adamantium was inserted into his body. Something told him that she was also experimented on. And finding her in Sinister’s lab only assured him.

Gambit had to think fast. He didn’t want to tell Logan about her, about everything she was capable of and what he had to do with her. Maybe Logan didn’t condemn him for the Massacre and Maraudes, but there was always that line. Remy felt that sharing one of the last of his secrets with Logan, would cost him the last of his friends.

“She may be one of Sinister’s clones! She could kill us.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. She would have probably killed Logan, his healing factor or not and what she would have done to Remy… well that was another story.
He just forgot about one thing – Logan could smell his lie.

“ Yer lying thief.” said Logan turning back to the tank and raising his clawed hand.

“ No! Don’t do it Logan! Please… it is dangerous.”

The kid wasn’t lying this time and Logan hesitated for a moment but decided that he wouldn’t be able to look himself in the eye if he left that girl.

“I am not going to listen to ya kid, so ya betta move yer ass over here and help me…”

“Sorry Logan… but Gambit can’t allow you dis.” Said Remy in a strange voice and charged one of his cards.

Before Logan had the chance to even blink, the card exploded and all the alarms in the lab went off.

“You fucking…”

Logan didn’t have the chance to end his colorful curse because a second explosion interrupted him. This time it wasn’t Remy.

Flashback.

Now they were back in the house they were hiding in and Logan wanted answers. He wanted them now!

Remy looked at him with a mixture of sorrow and fear. Although it was almost six months since he returned from Antarctica, the x-men hadn’t forgiven him. He lived in his exile in the Boathouse and wondered why the hell he wasn’t worth a second chance. Everyone else in the team had done something bad in their past and were forgiven. But not him. He knew what he had done was bad and God knows, he regretted it, but was leaving him in Antarctica to slowly freeze to death a fair punishment? Had the X-Men really the right to judge him? To sentence him to death? He was one of them! Or he just thought he was…

Logan hadn’t taken part in that, he was in Japan. And when he returned, Logan treated him like nothing had changed. They went to Harry’s Hideaway, played pool and done their thing. Now, he would probably loose what little was left from his *family*.

“Now Gumbo, you better tell me what that was all about, and make it quick!”

“Remy is sorry, mes amis, but Remy can’t tell you dis.”

“Listen here…” Logan’s hazel eyes narrowed in barely controlled rage and rippled the muscles of his powerful arms- tensed as if ready to attack.

“Non… Gambit is sorry, but can’t… she… she is not… a human, nor a mutant.”

“So who is she?” Asked Logan suspiciously. Remy wasn’t telling the whole truth, he could smell his fear and lies.
Gambit stepped back and shook his head in silent refusal. He couldn’t tell him. No one should know. He survived Antarctica, but if somebody would know about this particular part of Remy’s stay with Sinister, he would have to go. And he had had enough of leaving places he learned to love. First New Orleans, now the Mansion…

“Listen up Gumbo, and listen good, ‘cause it is the first and last time I am asking. Who is she? Ya can do it the easy way or the hard way… choose.”

Remy shook his head once more. Before he had even a chance to move or to notice Logan’s movement he was on the floor, pinned by a very heavy, and very pissed off Logan.

“Speak!” Growled Logan low in his throat.

In that moment, Remy understood that he could only fight his way out of it. If Logan started something he would never let go.

He twisted his spine in a way that would break ordinary human and slipped out of Logan’s reach.

“Remy don’t wanna fight… just don’t ask.”

“Too late.”

Logan lunged forward but Remy dodged the blow. The second also, but Wolverine moved with surprising speed for such a heavy man. The third blow caught Remy off guard, straight in the temple.

Momentarily he saw stars and then blackness.

Just before he lost consciousness he did something that hadn’t happen in years. He charged what he was touching – Logan’s shirt.

 The explosion could have killed anyone without a healing factor. Its force had thrown him on the wall with sickening thud. Logan went through the whole room to land heavily on the floor.

Seconds later, Remy regained consciousness. His vision was a blur, his head ached terribly. But he managed to understand what happened. His heart froze when he tried to scramble back on his feet. He needed to go check on Logan.
“Mon Dieu, don’t let him be dead. Don’t let me kill my only true friend!” He thought, not realizing that he was crying.

When he managed to stand straight he saw Logan moving. In the same second, he heard low, menacing, growling.

Remy had seen Logan in full berserker mode enough times to understand that things were bad.

In a matter of seconds, Wolverine was on his feet and advancing toward him with scowl on his face.

His eyes were yellow and burning with bloodlust. Claws sprung from his hands with a sharp /snikt/ and skin and hairs on his chest were growing back.

Remy had problems with concentration, but he knew that he was going to die if Logan wouldn’t snap out of his berserker mode.

“Logan…” He tried to call to him but the pain in his head was too much to bear. His vision began to blur once more and he understood that there was no way out of it.

Suddenly he remembered Antarctica. The fear when he realized that the X-Men had left him to die, the fear of death that was now overtaking him again. He closed his eyes and wondered idly if death from Logan’s, no, Wolverine’s claws would be quicker than from freezing?

Suddenly he understood that he didn’t want to die! He survived the ice; he wouldn’t die in such a stupid way!

Refusing to think about it, he dropped all his mental shields at once.
No one knew about his charm power. Usually he didn’t use it, because it caused him so much pain but now rape and a possible beating was better that death.

It wasn’t first time when he changed his fate with it.

Charm was strictly sexual, and affected anyone, even telepaths because it was based on emotions, not thoughts and their mental shields weren’t designed to block emotions.

When the expected blow didn’t come, he carefully opened his red on black eyes.
Wolverine stood mere inches from him. His face was twisted in angry scowl and yellow, feral eyes were burning holes in his face. His nostrils flared when he was taking in gulps of Remy’s scent.

The Wolverine was still growling, but it definitely changed its sound.

However, Gambit never had the time to ponder it. In a matter of seconds, he was grabbed by the shirt and tossed in the direction of the bedroom.

“So Gambit gets no foreplay, eh?” He asked sarcastically, trying in vain to cover his fear.

Feral Logan would almost certainly be into pain and blood and Remy knew that before the sun rose he would be wishing that he was dead. He had to force his body into submission, force himself not to struggle, as it would certainly anger the Wolverine more.

When he was tossed on the bed, he only yelped, surprised by the force. Seconds later he heard the /snikt/ again and froze. There were no restraints on earth that would keep him more still.

Then he felt a slight touch, from his neck, arms down to his lower back and abs.

The cool air on his bare skin told him that Wolverine had literally slashed his clothes.

A shudder of fear ran down his spine. He closed his eyes and tried to distance himself from reality, from the pain. He knew that it would hurt, not only physically, but rape wasn’t anything new to him. Eventually, he would get over it. What hurt the most was loosing a friendship. It was his only warm source of feeling.

He was an empath and constantly feeling negative emotions drove him into depression. Logan was his anchor to sanity. Now, even if he survived, it would never be the same. Probably, when Logan regained his sanity, he would be seriously pissed off and probably beat the crap out of him for forcing him to doing such a thing.

His previous experiences told him that “victims” of his Charm often blamed him for forcing them to feel attraction to another man, and made sure that he paid for it.

Rough hands urging him to turn over made him snap out of his dark thoughts straight into an even darker reality. He didn’t even realize that he was already naked.

Wolverine stopped suddenly. His mate was lying on his back on the bed, naked. A lean, beautifully shaped body was so invitingly stretched out, but something was wrong.

His auburn hair was loose on the pillow and strange, demon yet sensual eyes were now tightly closed. His chest heaved and body was shaking with shudders. Wolverine could feel his own lust building to white, blazing fire but still… something stopped him. It was only then he understood.

The scent. The scent was wrong. He could feel fear coming in waves from his mate. It felt… wrong.

Wolverine growled softly, making sure his mate heard the difference and bent over the naked boy. Maybe the mate was hurt? Before taking it, he should make sure it didn’t hurt.

Remy opened his eyes when feelings coming from Logan changed suddenly. Until now the only thing he felt was raw, animal lust, now however it was… concern?!
He sucked in a breath when he realized that Logan, no Wolverine, was sniffing him in search of injuries. He felt a slight stinging in his eyes. Even in this feral state, Logan seemed to worry about him. He let the feeling wash over him, forcing the fear away.

He always felt something for the older man, something more than friendship but never pondered it. Now however, he thought that if it was happening in other circumstances, he would have had nothing against Logan as a lover.
Although accepting male lovers had always been hard- “Be honest Gambit.” He chided himself. “You never had a male lover in your life, only rapists.”

Now he only wished that it wouldn’t hurt that bad. He didn’t realize that few tears escaped him.

Wolverine could find nothing, no injury on his mate’s body and was confused. The fear stopped him, but also aroused him further. Only the human part, somewhere inside him, told him to stop. Told him that something was wrong, not right.

Suddenly Wolverine smelled it… tears. And lapped at it, licking it away from cheeks and eyelashes.

His mate jumped and gave short, surprised yelp.

Remy nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Logan’s tongue touching his eyelids. Warm, wet and soft, it soothed much more than his tears. He opened his shields more, almost completely, to be able to feel Logan’s emotions as his own.

Sudden arousal and lust almost took his breath away. He looked on Logan in completely different way. He noticed rippled muscles that were a work of art. Although short, Logan was deliciously built. All hard muscles, biceps and triceps now tight from the strain of keeping him whole, a considerable weight. His skin was dark, heavily tanned and covered with soft, curly hair.

Acting on instinct, he reached out and stroked Logan’s chest, wanting to feel all that hair beneath his hands. He felt Wolverine grunt in approval.

Wolverine, scenting no more fear on his mate, stopped restricting himself. The urge to taste, to lick this whole pale, soft skin was too much.

Remy moaned when was covered with the large, warm body. Wolverine’s hands seemed to be everywhere on his body. Touching, stroking, petting. And then there was the tongue.

He couldn’t stop from shivering when that soft tongue started lapping at him. Like Wolverine wanted to taste, eat all of him.

A sudden bite on his nipple had him arching from the bed, pressing harder into the Wolverine. Feelings of lust, contentment and approval coming from his feral friend completely dominated his. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, only feel.
Feel fangs pushing on sensitive the nipple on the verge of breaking skin and warm tongue soothing.
 
He didn’t even notice when Wolverine got rid of his own clothes. Suddenly he felt a hard cock pressing into his thigh and shivered. Logan wasn’t terribly long, in that matter he was quite average, but he was terribly thick.

There was no way he could take such a monster. No way. It would probably hurt like… He never had a chance to end that thought when Wolverine, in one smooth motion, took his own aching shaft into his mouth. It wasn’t anything like a blowjob. It was more like tasting him. Like Wolverine wanted to taste his whole body.

He didn’t even know how close to orgasm he was /or how close to orgasm Logan was, cause it was his emotions he felt/ when a sudden wave of pleasure took him.

With strangled cry, he came with animal ferocity. Trashing on the bed and moaning like a madman. All thoughts fled his mind leaving only an endless sea of pleasure. It seemed for him that it lasted, and lasted… and when he finally opened his eyes, he was completely spent.

He looked at older man’s face when he didn’t try to avoid the salty liquid.
With soft growl, Logan pulled back and caught his hips in strong, callused hands and flipped him onto his stomach again. Before he could realize what was going on, still riding his orgasm, he felt Wolverine parting his ass cheeks and blowing hot air on his puckered hole. Then he felt something warm and wet. Only after a minute he realized that it was his own cum, and he thanked God for it, because there was no possible way he could take that monster up his ass without some lubrication.

Then something soft, but hard at the same time pushed at his anus and slipped inside – a tongue.

He couldn’t stop himself from moaning when it started moving, tongue fucking him.
It slipped in and out of him, callused hands stroking his spine and pushing his legs further apart. Now he felt Wolverine moving to kneel beside him and hands urging him to get on his hands and knees.

Although having just come, the constant lust emanating from Logan aroused him again and he could feel his cock hardening again.

He caught fistfuls of sheets knowing it would hurt. A lot.

Once again he felt Wolverine parting his cheeks and then something that was MUCH bigger than his tongue pressing against his opening! A hot, hard and incredibly thick shaft made him shudder in anticipation of pain. Suddenly Wolverine pushed, but Remy was too tight, to stressed to allow him entry. He almost anticipated Wolverine using more force to push past that guardian ring of muscles in his anus, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned over and bit hard on the soft neck of Remy, drawing blood.

Gambit howled in pain/surprise and at that moment Wolverine pushed. His large, painfully hard member sunk into his mate. He couldn’t enter fully at his first attempt. So he retreated and pushed once more.

Remy lost his breath. It was almost like being ripped in two. Logan was hard, and incredibly large inside him. But he caused not only pain, pleasure also. His mind was assaulted by emotions from Wolverine. Lust/pleasure/ecstasy… pain, it all melted inside him into one, mind-blowing sensation.

He sobbed as his arms gave up and he collapsed onto the sheets. With this movement large cock slipped out of him nearly to the end, only the swollen, mushroom head stayed inside.

Before he had the time to register what was happening, Wolverine followed him down, and pushed himself in to the hilt.

He cried out once more, almost loosing his mind. The older man grabbed the headboard with one hand, inches above Remy’s head and started pumping. Gambit couldn’t restrain himself from screaming, crying and moaning with each thrust. In and out. In and out. He couldn’t thing about anything but that enormous cock sliding inside him. Suddenly, Wolverine shifted, pressing Remy into the bed with almost his whole weight and then pushed inside hard, deeper than before and his steel hard shaft touched his prostate.

They both howled in ecstasy. Remy completely lost control over his empathy and didn’t even know that he started to send his own feelings into Logan’s mind.

Wolverine reached around the slim body in his arms and found his newly hard cock and started fisting it in time with his thrusts. They both came at the same time, screaming and collapsed onto the bed, Logan on his side.

Remy lost consciousness. The feelings, emotions and sensations almost fired his mind. Never in his life had he had such an intense orgasm.
 
When he regained consciousness few minutes later, he was shocked to find Wolverine pumping his thick cock in him again. It seemed that, despite cumming, Wolverine was still hard.  What was even stranger, Remy was still linked to the older man’s mind and feeling his lust aroused him again, but his body was too spent to be able to cum once again. After such a mind blowing orgasm his body was weak and completely, utterly relaxed so he just allowed Wolverine to take him, squeezing his internal muscles to milk his cock when he came a second and then a third time.

* * *

“What do you mean the tank is empty?!” Shouted Sinister at one of his guards.
Not waiting for an answer he opened a tesseract and disappeared into it.
When he appeared in the room, in which Logan had found the young woman in the tank, a strange sight greeted him.

The tank seemed to have been melted from inside. There was no question that Sever must have freed herself. It wasn’t like the tank could stop her anyway. But the question was how could she have awakened? She fell asleep six years ago and now, suddenly wakes up and leaves the base? She was a fighting machine with strength far beyond an atom bomb. Created in military labs, then bought and changed by Sinister, she knew nothing about the ordinary world. Only ways of killing and fighting.

“Find me security tapes! Now!”

She shouldn’t even want to escape – after all she didn’t have a mind of her own. Only a bio-computer. She was an energy converter, so she served as her own energy source. 30% of her body was bio-mechanic. Experimental, completely new technology. She should only react to certain orders. Not make her own decisions. She had no consciousness!

But maybe she did?

First experiments with her went wrong. After her first awakening almost ten years ago, she refused to follow any order.

Then Sinister found that some of her cells were mutating, assimilating with bio-technology.

Four years later she was awakened once more, this time Sinister found something that would force her into action. He suspected she couldn’t feel anything so he offered her emotions – from an empath. But that was a mistake also. He wanted a strong reaction and used only the strongest feelings – pain and fear.
What he got was much more than he expected. In the effect, only he and three of his people survived. Everyone else was dead in minutes from triggering her action.  He was close, very close to being killed himself.

The guard brought back the tapes and switched the monitor. Soon Sinister looked into handsome face of young man he knew all too well.
 
“Ah… Remy LeBeau, so we meet again…”

END

The continuation in: “When things are different”