Chapter Three: Day Two: You Wanted To Know…

  Tuesday dawned clear and beautiful. Logan entered the kitchen after a
ten mile run, barely even sweating, and found Remy leaning against the
counter, peeling an orange with a pocket knife. “Careful there Gumbo,
don’t wanna cut yourself.”
“Remy know how ta handle knives Wolvie.” Remy
replied, flipping the knife
in the air and catching it with his fingertips by the blade, millimeters
above his outstretched palm. “So you not gotta worry ‘bout moi, mon ami.”
“Whatever ya say.” Logan replied, shrugging as he popped the top on a can
of beer.
“Beer so early in de mornin’ homme?”
“Always have one after a run. You’re normally still in bed at this time,
why are ya up?”
“No one played shag tag wit’ Remy last night. Went ta bed early, woke up
early. Still goin’ wit’ me t’night ta see where I was?”
“Count on it kid.”
“A’ight, meet me in de garage at sept heures.”
“That’s 7:00 right?”
“Oui. Getting’ better at French, mon ami.” Remy smiled at the older man
and exited the kitchen.

  Remy had kept to himself for the day, knowing
Logan was looking for him
but refused to be found. Now, at 6:45, he sat on his Ducati, waiting for
Logan to show up. At five until seven, the older mutant entered the
garage. He was wearing tight blue jeans, a red t-shirt, Remy noted it
wasn’t flannel for once, and combat boots. He smiled to himself as he felt
Logan’s eyes roam over his body.
  ‘Damn but the kid is gonna be the death
of me.’ Logan thought
frustratedly, shamelessly taking in the Cajun’s appearance. Remy wore a
red silk shirt tucked into impossibly tight black leather pants, the shirt
open from neck to navel, revealing his smooth muscular chest. Black combat
boots sat firmly on his feet and a simple silver chain was wrapped around
his neck. “Dressed up aren’t ya Gumbo?”
“Yep.”
“Did I dress wrong?”
“A bit homme, but dat’s a’ight dat you wear dat, dey won’t mind if ya wit’
moi.” Remy swung his leg over and straddled his bike.
“No way kid. I’m not riding that dinky bike with you.”
“Fine, take de Harley. Jus’ keep up wit’ me.” Logan slid onto his Harley
and started the engine, revving it.
“Let’s go Gumbo.” Remy smiled and took off with a squeal of tires against
the gravel, spraying it up as he turned out of the driveway. Logan
followed close behind, the wheels nearly touching before Remy would gun
the engine again, pulling further ahead. They pulled up in front of the
club and Remy slid off his bike, pocketing the keys, waiting for Logan to
do the same. “That baby has spunk, I’ll give ya that.”
“Treat ‘er right an’ she treats ya better.” His red eyes glowed with pride
as he ran a hand over the chrome. “C’mon homme, let’s get inside.” There
was a line that stretched around the building this night, but Remy paid
no
attention and walked straight up to the bouncer. “Bonjour Michael.”
“Remy. Lady was wondering where you were. It’s dark night, mutants and
humans are mingling.”
“S’e doin’ dat again?”
“Yep. Who’s the newbie?”
“Dis est Logan. He needs a pass.”
“Pass?” Logan asked. Remy nodded and handed him a sheet of laminated
paper. On it was a list. “What the fuck?”
“It ‘elps ta keep unwanted attention outta here. We should get ya a single
pass, oui?”
“Single?”
”Means free ta mingle. Unattached. Playin’ de field. Dat’s what ya doing
here right?”
“Guess so.”
Remy nodded and turned to Michael. “Blue one for mon ami.”
Michael nodded
and handed over a blue glow stick.
“This is some twisted place.” Logan remarked.
“I love it, don’ knock it till ya’ve been in. Dat’ll save ya from de
mobs.” They entered and Logan looked around the giant club in shock.
Mutants and humans mingled freely, even those with visible mutations had
throngs of humans with them. Mirror balls threw color over everything and
throbbing beats with haunting melodies pulsated from the speakers.
  A
tall beautiful woman with long shimmering blonde hair made her way
through the crowd. She wore tight leather pants that had crisscrossing
silver ties going all the way up the legs and a tight black leather top
with matching silver ties going straight up the middle, leaving enticing
bits of flesh exposed. She stopped in front of Remy. “Dance with me?” She
partly asked, partly ordered. Remy grinned and nodded, taking her hand as
she pulled him into the throng of dancers. She wrapped an arm around his
neck and began to gyrate to the music, running her other hand over his
chest. “How are you doing?” She asked quietly.
“Doin’ good. Wolvie and Cyke are involved somehow. Gonna be easier dan I
t’ought.”
“Of course it will.” She replied, nipping at his pulse point. “He’s
staring at us like he’s gonna rip me apart and then throw you down and
fuck you till you can’t see straight.”
“Mmm, don’ make me horny cherie.” Her hand wandered down to stroke his
growing erection.
“Don’t take much to get you up does it?” She smirked.

   Logan was furious with the blonde who had just walked up and taken Remy
away to dance. He fought to keep his claws sheathed as he watched her lick
Remy’s neck and stroke his shaft through his pants. He wanted to be the
one doing that to Remy. Damn him for not demanding that they both get the
“Taken” passes. The song ended and he watched the blonde lead Remy to the
bar, sitting and ordering a drink. Logan stalked over and claimed the seat
on the other side of the Cajun, looking over and growling at the woman.
She just laughed and winked at him. A waitress with shoulder length dark
violet hair walked by and the blonde grabbed her hand.
“Jana baby, what did I tell you about letting the men grab your ass?”

The waitress looked down and sighed. “Be more assertive and tell them to
stop.”
“Then listen to me for once would you, love?”
“I’ll try.”
“S’all I ask.” The blonde replied, releasing the girl and sending her on
her way.
“Dat’s Jana? S’e changed a lot.”
“Yeah, wanted a new image after Crystal left her. Gonna introduce me to
your new toy?”
“He’s not…” Remy tried to say but Logan interrupted.
“I’m Logan. An’ who’s to say he ain’t my toy?”
“That pass around your neck, for one.” She retorted. A tall dark haired
man dressed in leather pants and jacket stepped in front of Remy and
glared down at him.
“Come with me, now.” He ordered.
“He’s taken.” Logan growled.
“Not according to his looks. He doesn’t have
a mark on him.” The man
sneered.
“He’s with me, is that a problem?” The woman spoke up, pinning him with
a
glare.
“No, no ma’am. Not at all. Forgive me sir.” He stuttered, leaving
quickly.
“T’anks cherie.”
“No one gets you unless I say so.” She replied.
“Who the hell are you?!” Logan snapped, tired of the way she acted as if
she owned the thief.
“Ma tres bonne amie, owner o’ dis club. Lady Sapphire Aura.”
“Aura… Fuck, I’ve heard of you!”
“Everyone has.” She laughed. “Remy’s my best friend, everyone knows it.
Except for that two-bit whore that bothered us, guess he’s new here.”
“Dunno cherie, ain’t been here in awhile.”
“Guess so.” She replied, shrugging. “Nonetheless, you’re not to be ordered
around by anyone,” She winked at him and Logan, “Unless you ask him/her
to.” Remy ducked his head, hiding a smile at Logan’s amazed expression.
“Ma cherie! Tu est tres mal.” He exclaimed.
“Mais tu m’adore.” She retorted.
“Oui, Je fais.”
  Logan stood and hauled Remy out onto the dance floor. Aura watched and
blew him a kiss before returning to dancing. Remy placed both hands on
Logan's shoulders and drew himself close to the shorter mutant. "Homme,
got a problem wit' ma cherie?" He purred, rubbing himself cat-like against
Logan's thigh.
"Yeah," Logan growled, biting Remy's exposed neck. "Ya ain't
dancin' like
that with her again. Yur mine, ya hear me?"
"Since when?" Remy replied,
moving with the beat.
"Now," Logan snarled and roughly yanked Remy's head down for a bruising
kiss. Forcing him to open his mouth he thrust his tongue in and briefly
fought with him for dominance.
  Logan's hand wound itself tightly into
Remy's thick auburn hair and held
him in a vice-like grip. Remy's hands strayed down to stroke Logan though
his worn jeans.
Remy pulled back breathlessly and smirked at the other
mutant. "Don't
t'ink I'm gonna be jus' a one night fuck for ya."
Logan shook his head and started dragging Remy towards a staircase
partially hidden from view. Remy stumbled a bit but followed him without
complaint. Logan found an empty room and pushed Remy into it. He locked
the door and smiled ferally at the Cajun.
  Remy shoved the shorter mutant against the door. Logan groaned as Remy
assaulted his lips, demanding tongue pressing into his mouth, hands
searing his flesh as they ran over the bare skin of his chest. He growled
slightly as he felt the sting of teeth bite into his lip and smelt the
metallic tang of blood before the Cajun’s tongue lapped at it, suckling
at
the wound. The animal inside him whimpered at the forceful onslaught from
the taller man and he gave up control, letting himself experience new
feelings… the feeling of being possessed by the object of his secret
desire.
“Ya sure ‘bout dis cher?”
“Real sure Gumbo. Get on with it.” He demanded, hands roughly tearing at
the buttons of the other’s silk shirt. Remy laughed and stripped Logan of
his jeans, his fingers wrapping around the shorter man’s throbbing shaft.
A shuddering gasp tore from Logan’s mouth at the contact and Remy smirked,
pulling his hand away to strip himself of the rest of his clothes.
“Get
on de bed, cher.” Remy said, not ordering, but not asking either.
Logan complied, laying on his stomach. The bed sagged as the Cajun sat and
then stood.
“Where the hell you think you’re going Gumbo?”
“We need de lube…” Remy began before being cut off by a sharp laugh.
“Not likely. Do it without.” Logan ordered huskily, drawing himself up
onto his hands and knees. “C’mon kid.” He drawled, grinning ferally. “Fuck
me.” Remy’s eyes darkened in heightened desire and he positioned his
engorged cock at Logan’s puckered entrance.
”Ya sure?” Logan rolled his
eyes and shoved his hips back, sending the
head of Remy’s cock into his ass.
“Don’t make me hafta go get someone to
show you how.” He said.
“Ya mean Cyclops?” Remy asked, smirking.
Logan’s head whipped around in
shock. “What do ya mean?”
“I saw ya’ll kissin’ by de pool. Heard ya too. T’ought dere was somet’in’
goin’ on. I was right, oui?”
“Smarter than ya look kid.”
“Don’ let anyone know homme, don’ wanna hafta
have dem ‘spectin’ more from
me.”
Remy grinned and thrust the rest of his hard length into Logan in one
push, making the older mutant’s back arch in a cross of excrutiating pain
and exquisite pleasure. “FUCK REMY!” He howled as the theif’s hands closed
around his hip bones.
“Dat’s what we be doin’ cher, non?”
  Logan chuckled and stilled as he waited for his body to adjust to the
intrusion. Slowly he pushed back and Remy groaned. The Cajun reached
around them to grasp Logan’s throbbing cock and began to stroke it as he
thrust into the other mutant’s trembling form.Logan moaned loudly as
Remy’s lithe body stretched out over his own. With every thrust forward
his cock was stroked and with every push back tremors ran through him as
the lanky thief’s shaft rubbed against his prostate. Remy opened his mind
to Logan’s, letting him feel what he felt as he fucked him. Logan moaned
again and began to move faster, Remy’s empathy allowing it to seem as if
he was both fucking and being fucked, howling as he climaxed and his seed
spilt over Remy’s hand and the bed. His body spasmed, clenching around
Remy’s cock and causing him to empty his release into Logan’s willing
body. He lay limp on him for a minute, catching his breath.
“Damn Cajun, that empathy is somethin’ else.”
“Ya like cher?”
“You can fuck me anytime Gumbo.”
  Remy chuckled and pulled out of Logan, laying on his side next to the
shorter man. “Might jus’ take ya up on dat offer homme. O’ course, dat is
if Cyke agrees.”
“What are ya gonna do with Slim?” Logan asked carefully, opening one eye
to peek at Remy.
“I’m gonna go after him next. See if he’s as good a fuck as you.” Remy saw
Logan tense and he knew that he was about to spout off some bullshit about
Scott being his or Remy being his and he kissed him forcefully, silencing
him before he could speak. “Wouldn’t ya like ta have two lovers Wolvie?
Dere’s all kinds o’ fun wit’ two willin’ men.” Logan’s eyes widened as
ideas and images assaulted his mind.
“Got a point there Gumbo. Ya’ve got a deal. Try ta get inta Cyke’s pants.
Took me for-fuckin’-ever, I wanna see you try.”
“I’ll do it cher, jus’ you wait.”