Warning: This part contains an NCS scene. You had better be of legal age to read this, coz I’m not having any of your mothers blaming me for your reading habits. To all Gambit lovers, I am so sorry. I love him just as much as any of you, but I couldn’t help it. He’s got that kind of face!!! An Logan? Well, he was just made to be mean. (Poking tongue out before running away like a sissy girl)
“SOME SACRIFICE’S
ARE WORTH THE WORLD”
Part Three:
Remy stirred from his light slumber, by a
body sliding into bed with him. Feeling
him curl up close behind him. He could
feel the course hairy chest against his shoulder blades and a warm breath
against his neck. Reaching behind him,
he stroked the naked hips and waist, before pulled the man’s arms around him,
and snuggled back close. “You alright
darlin’?”
“Oui.”
He whispered. He enjoyed
snuggling with the Canadian. This was
the most he could bear before things began to get uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and relaxed. This was the only man he trusted to have his
back against. Logan had given his word
that nothing would happen if Remy didn’t want it. He fantasised about being able to go all the way with him, but
whenever he tried, he would just freeze up and Logan would end up leaving
frustrated. It wasn’t fair to either of
them. “Can I kiss ya?” Logan asked, rubbing his chest against
Remy’s back. Nodding he felt Logan kiss
his shoulder and neck. He liked
it. He enjoyed feeling Logan’s chest
rumble against him, sending tingles all over his body. He knew his charm tended to leak out when he
was fully relaxed, hence a real no-no to Champagne, but he couldn’t help
it. The Canadian’s very essence made
him want to relax and melt onto his open arms.
He was sure that Logan would stop if it became too much. Logan felt Remy’s skin turn to goose bumps
as he brushed Remy’s nipples
with his thumb. Again he positively
purred. The way Remy’s body reacted to
his every touch, it was damn sexy. What
made it even more desirable was that the Cajun did it all without knowing. It was instinct. He kissed harder, deeper and was rewarded with a cry of pain/
pleasure. He wondered how anyone this
sensitive could bare to be touched at all, but he knew he would enjoy making
him squirm with delight. Remy drove him
crazy with desire. Spooning against the
young man so close and tight, it was like they were the only two parts of a
puzzle. Burying his face in Remy’s
hair, he could smell cinnamon and coconut.
He didn’t like either of these scents usually, but mixed along with the
Cajun’s personal smell, it was making him horny. He couldn’t help himself, and sunk his teeth in Remy’s neck with
enough pressure to break the skin.
Remy’s sudden intake of breath and shudder made his senses tingle, and a
sudden excitement rush to his loins.
His blood tasted sweet like honey but with a spicy undertone. It was almost addictive. Instinctively, his grip around the Cajun’s
chest and arms tightened. Grabbing the
Cajun’s wrists so tight, Remy’s hands couldn’t open even if he tried. The curves of the man’s buttocks in front of
him felt so erotic, and the way his skin tasted, the noises he made…. His whole body was beckoning Logan to take
him, practically begging him to make the boy scream in agony and ecstasy. It was as if this boy was made for taking
your pleasures from. He had tried to
initiate making love with Remy before, but it had ended badly. It was the first time Remy’s nightmares had
started. His dreams had since then
become frequent and steadily worse. The
burning in his loins pulled him from his thoughts, begging to be sated. He couldn’t hold himself back any
longer. He would make sure that Remy
got his release too. He just had to
show that sex didn’t have to be a painful experience. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, he just had to do this. Remy’s smell of fear, his soft cries made
his cock feel harder than it ever had before.
The lust begun to turn into an animal like madness, driving what common
sense Logan had into the abyss. All
that was left was need, lust and desire.
He wedged a leg between the Cajun’s, before bending it at the knee, with
Remy’s top leg pulled over his thigh.
Logan pinned the other leg with his own. Remy was left with his torso
and waist parallel, and held against Logan’s with his legs pinned apart. All his weight was held by Wolverine, and
there was no way he could break free.
He begged Logan to let go, but he didn’t seem to be listening. Remy tried pulling his charm back in, but it
was no good. Panic and fear just drove
it to higher levels. I know dis is my fault Cher. Please don’ hate me in de morning. I’m so sorry. Logan’s hard kisses became more frantic; he could feel
Logan’s arms tighten around him, squeezing the breath from his lungs. Please
let dis be over soon. Please God let
dis be over soon. Another part of
him just sniggered. It sounded an awful
lot like sinister. You deserve this. It’s what you
are made for. You are always going to
drive those who make love to you mad. They will only hurt you. I
alone can make this enjoyable. You are
for Sinister and only Sinister. Made to
have your face shoved in the dirt, and your dignity taken. You are His! The pain of Logan entering him made him scream. Memories of other taking him hard and
painfully flashed across his mind. The
Marauders, Sabretooth, The Antiquary, Jean Luc and many others. The pain never lessened. Never got any better. Only one man, who had taken him, had made it
enjoyable. It had been Sinister. His charm and empathy were the only things
that could make Sinister feel. He was
right. Like Joseph was the only person
who could touch Rogue, it was only Sinister who could make love to Remy. Maybe it was time he stopped trying to fight
fate, and accept it. Accept a life with
Sinister.
Logan continued to pound into Remy, his growls, were inhuman, his grip
was like iron. His sweat covered body,
held the Cajun so tight. The heat
within felt so good; it was like a drug.
Finally with a howl of complete gratification he came, spilling his seed
inside the Cajun’s body. He hadn’t even
the sense to withdraw from his lover, just instinctively pulling his mate
close; he nuzzled the man’s neck, and succumbed to deep sleep. “Je suis desole, mon amour.” Remy whispered before he too blacked out
into the merciful blackness.