Remy

Music. Hypnotizing beat. Moving, swaying, dancing.
Tight embrace. Warmth surrounding him. Hands roaming over his chest,
setting pale skin on fire.
Blue denim covered stone-hard arousal sliding along black leather
embraced rear. Broad, muscular hips grinding against slim, narrow
ones.
Feeling, drowning. No words.
Empathy alone.
Pulsing beat. Silk enveloped back pressed, crushed upon black cotton
clad broad, iron chest.
As one, but two bodies.
Strong heartbeat comforting his heart, washing out the pain inside.
Hot breath ghosting on his neck, ravaging his skin, warming it
chasing away the ever present till now arctic cold. Wet tongue
licking burning path to his ear. Velvet lips enclosing and suckling
on it, ripping off his defenses, healing the scarred soul.
Body, soul and mind ignited.
//He `now jus' wha' y' crav' Remy //
Mind – free… drugged by warmth never felt before, friendship, loyalty…
Sensory overload.
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Winter-grey blue watching intensely on glimmering scarlet-on-coal.
Steel grip bruising tender wrists. Harsh pull.
Night sky. Two bikes.
Autumn chill making him shiver slightly.
"Logan?"
No response, just the mighty roar of impatient Harley… and soul-
burning stare of one impatient??!! … Logan!?!!
"Merde Wolverine, I `m t' drunk"
Feraly growled through gritted teeth "Get… on… that… bike… brat"
Instantly done without thinking.
Speed. Flashing lights. Enchanting scent of autumn forest… so Logan's…
Two Harleys roaring like one.
Intoxicating feeling of being loved and wanted so badly…
Sensory overload
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Sprawls of gravel. Silence again.
Several long seconds.
//Hesitation? // - surface the incapable, fragmented thoughts.
Answered by a barely held exhale.
"Where t' cher?"
Snarled " My room"
Crimson-on-coal watching short, taught frame moving. The prey
mesmerized by the predator following close behind. Fragile,
vulnerable.
Fear starting to crawl up and clutching his throat.
Inaudible opening.
Darkness awaiting… inside.
Half-hidden in shadows, half-lit in the silvery moonlight a
silhouette is being stared by the emotion-drugged empath.
//Dis a' no game Cajun. Now o' never. //
Whispered "Logan…"- with voice deepened by need.
Golden flash.
Inaudible click of a locking door.
One step closer. Than another. //He's not movin' //
Closer… till the space between is gone.
~Sknit~ --scarlet silk ribbons floating…
Sharp gasp. Moan. Adamantium kissed skin.
~Sknit~ --black leather ribbons floating…
Rasp intake of breath. Adamantium caressed arousal.
Every sense is torn and ripped apart by the touch of Logan.
Sensory overload.
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Feather-soft cotton tantalizingly fondling over-sensitized skin.
Logan's mouth mercilessly nibbling on one nipple, skillful fingers
cruelly tormenting the other, sending flashes of pleasure.
Then a sudden withdrawal.
Cold… empty. Panic… desire… need…
Cajun's body arching to feel that touch again…
Huskily ordered "Shields down Rem"
Stream of emotions hitting him.
HARD. Handcuffed, bound, chained and blinded… by the unleashed raw,
savage feelings… Wild, manic desire, lust… animal need… obsession…
fierce protectiveness.
And deep, blazing, blinding love.
Sweeping whirlwind of pure Logan. Over him, around him, inside him.
Scarlet-on-black snaps wide-open… dying…
"Logan…dis…'s tru'… Oh Logan…."
Empathy overload.
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Only one quivering body in the rough hands of the predator.
Incoherent thoughts. Immobilized…wanting… Heat, velvet, unbidden
pleasure enveloping his arousal. Trembling hands trying to take hold
on wild hair, exquisite slender fingers entwined in ravenblack locks.
Slick finger entering… then another…and another… Mind-numbing
sensation.
Withdrawal.
Ache… loneliness… cry… // Non, don' go! Stay… //
Then a gentle touch. The feeling of Logan entering his body…slow.
Very slow… too slow.
Torture. Torment. Perfect inquisition by a fondle of a spot deep
inside…
Lightnings of pure heavenly bliss shattering his body into pieces
followed by a cry of a torn soul. Deep, swift trusts. Long lean legs
wrapped tightly around thick waist. Arms grabbing arms and a pull-up.
Change sending blinding wave of pleasure right into his mind.
Pulsing, throbbing flesh engulfed in a hardened hand. Soothing
strokes, tender, careful, loving…
Face to face.
The strange feeling of on-the-edge strained primal savage need…
inside Wolverine.
Gripping dead on Logan's shoulders, the Cajun whispered with the last
remains of his strength.
"Logan… take me… feral…"
Blaze of gold and berserk howl. Six deadly claws unsheathing, marring
the golden skin of the arched back. Dripping blood… Pain not felt but
turned into the most refined pleasure imaginable.
Howled "Mine and mine alone" over and over again. Sharp cannines
entering Remy's flesh, tasting blood… drinking it. The impending tide
of soul-shattering orgasm flowing over him.
Total overload.
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Tickling sunray followed by a rather harsh poking in his ribs.
"Wake up Cajun. T's almost noon"—gruffed chuckle from Wolverine.
Stirring, flawless brow creasing, memory flood. Remy LeBeau jumped
fully awake.
"Logan??!!?"
Sincere rumbling laughter at his startled, surprised expression.
"Wassup Gumbo? Havin a hard time believin'?"
"Yea, sorta…."
A look at the floor and a strangled cry.
"Mes clothes!!! Logan y' fille des puitanne…"-the lanky thief turned
and punched teasingly Logan in the chest.-"Dis was Jean-Paule
Gautier…"
Again that laughter, sound so sweet to Remy's ears.
"Guess I'll simply havta buy ya two pairs then, Rem"
Arched eyebrow "Two… Pourquoi?"
Murmured "Love to cutt `em off ya darlin' " against his lips before
being sealed in a sunlight morning kiss.
"In dat case y' can buy Remy som't'n' els' t' non, Wolvie?"—cocky
smirk twisting the sinuous lips.
Growled "Bratling"
Encircled in Logan's strong arms Remy felt alive again for the first
time in his life from long ago.
"So dis mean Remy `s y'r now cher, nes pas?"
"Mmhm…. Mine"