The Quest
 

Remy insisted on working through Logan's problems as soon as
possible but Logan waved him off.
"Look darlin' it can wait, b'sides I'm hungry as all hell.
Haven't eaten since yesterday, came to find ya and kinda got –
distracted." Remy laughed.
"B'fore we go downstairs, we should clean up non?" Remy
motioned towards the bathroom. Logan looked down at himself, then at
Remy.
"But I'm hungry now." Logan didn't meant to sound whiney but
the Wolverine never liked to be kept from a meal.
"Well if y' dat hungry, I got somet'ing y' can eat." Remy
purred, his husky tone sending a shiver through Logan. He growled
and grabbed Remy around the waist, pulling the young man to him.
Remy smiled and wiggled against Logan, feeling his cock jump. Logan
made a deep sound in his throat and Remy saw a flash of gold in his
eyes.
"Merde, y're insatiable."
"Yer damn rights I am." Especially when he had a ready and
willing partner that was as delicious as Remy. Logan covered Remy's
mouth with his and Remy took him in. Their tongues pressed against
each other with clumsy desperation. Trying to find some relief from
the heat building inside them. Logan moaned and pushed Remy
backwards into the bathroom. He almost slammed Remy into the wall in
his frenzied desire. Remy broke free of the kiss and held Logan away
at arms length.
"Slow down cher, how `bout dat shower?" Logan growled.
Right now we could care less about some damn shower. They stalked
toward Remy again, eyes dark with need. They were so preoccupied
that they didn't notice Remy had stepped into the shower. As soon as
they got close enough, Remy turned on the cold water. The sharp
sting of the water pressure plus the biting chill shocked the
Wolverine back into submission. Logan stood scrunched up in the
shower, hair plastered to his face and a scowl on his lips. Remy
batted his eyelids innocently and turned the knob for the hot water.
Then he laughed and kissed Logan roughly. Logan returned the kiss
with a renewed zealous, erection returning with a vengeance. Remy's
body was responding to his lovers' attentions. He was beginning to
feel lightheaded and his knees had become weak. The warm spray of
the water beat down on them as Logan traced a path of wet kisses over
Remy's face and neck. He buried his face in Remy's neck, nearly
causing his young lover to collapse. He nipped and sucked on his
flesh while his hands roamed impatiently over lean muscles. When his
hands fell on a firm ass he squeezed hard and yanked Remy up. Long
legs rested on his hips and he pushed Remy's back against the side of
the shower.

Remy wrapped his legs around Logan's waist and laid his head
on his shoulder as Logan continued to suck on his neck. He knew that
Logan was going to leave another mark.
"Logan?" A low rumble was all he got in reply. "Logan, I
tink y' should quit. Remy don' wanna have t' `splain all dese
marks." Logan stopped and looked up at Remy with a sly grin. Then,
he bit Remy just below the collarbone leaving teeth marks. He moved
to the other side and sucked hard, making a loud smacking noise when
he pulled back. Remy grunted and tried to weasel out of Logan's
grasp but the older man was too strong. He held Remy pinned to the
wall as he ran his tongue down Remy's body. When he got to his cock
he passed it, continuing down all the way to his feet. Then he
started back up and stopped right at Remy's erection. He smiled and
brushed his lips across the head sucking the drop of pre-cum into his
mouth. Remy moaned loudly and tangled his hands in Logan's hair.
Logan ran his tongue over the entire length of the shaft earning
jumbled murmurs and raspy breathing from Remy. Then, he took it into
his mouth until he felt the head slide almost to the back of his
throat. He clicked his tongue against the underside and held in his
laughter as Remy gasped and trembled above him.

Remy felt a click against his cock and a blazing heat raced
through his body. His blood thickened in his veins causing spots to
appear in front of him. This was his undoing. He grabbed Logan's
head and jerked it back, biting back a groan when his erection slid
out of that moist warmth. Logan looked up at him with questioning
eyes and Remy pulled him to his feet. Luckily, the water never got
cold in the house.
"We still need t' get cleaned up." Remy reached past Logan
and grabbed a bar of soap. "Here, let Remy take care of y'." He
worked the soap between his hands working up a thick lather. Then,
he ran the soap over Logan's body, paying special attention to his
sensitive neck. He washed every inch of Logan except his penis,
saving the best for last. He pushed Logan back into the spray of the
water watching the suds travel down Logan's powerfully muscular
body. When he was completely rinsed, Remy lathered the soap in one
hand then closed his sudsy fist around Logan's standing flesh. Logan
let out a long sigh and leaned back against the wall. Remy lovingly
stroked Logan's hard on with one hand and gently squeezed his sack
with the other. When he heard a small snort he gave the organ in his
hand a quick squeeze. Remy heard a hiss and looked up, the Wolverine
looking back down at him with blood shot eyes. Its jaw was clenched
tight and his breathing was fast and heavy. Remy just smiled
wickedly and sped up his strokes. The Wolverine let out a loud moan
and thrust its hips in time with Remy's strokes. Remy could feel the
closeness of the Wolverine's orgasm and stopped suddenly.

The movement had stopped and that didn't make the Wolverine
happy. It looked down at their mate and snarled. Their mate
continued smiling and pushed it back into the water, then stood up.
Once he was straight the Wolverine grabbed his arms and pressed him
against the wall. It growled but their mate only smiled wider. The
Wolverine was becoming angry and it began to grind against their
mate. Their mate's face suddenly went stoic, not showing any
emotion. It was becoming confused and it released their mate from
its iron grip.
Once the Wolverine loosened its grip Remy sank to his knees
and swallowed its thick cock. The Wolverine threw its head back and
growled low. It put its hand on Remy's neck, urging him to take in
more. Remy obliged and took it all in. The Wolverine's legs were
quivering, the muscles tight with desire. Remy began bobbing his
head hearing the Wolverine moan and feeling it squirm. It had one
hand on his neck and was using the other to steady itself; grasping
the top of the shower door so tightly Remy heard the distinct sound
of glass cracking. Remy sped up, sucking hard and making his mouth
impossibly smaller. Then, he heard several loud howls and felt the
body above him give as the salty taste of cum filled his mouth. He
pushed the Wolverine against the shower door, continuing to suck
until he had gotten out every last drop.

Logan leaned heavily on both the door and Remy, waiting to
come down. When he could finally think clearly he opened his eyes
and looked into Remy's eyes. "Fuck" was all he could manage to croak
out. His throat was dry and scratchy making him cough several
times. He was ultimately able to clear his throat. He let out a
long, relieved sigh and opened the door and stepped out.
"Where y' goin' mon ami?" Remy leaned halfway out of the
shower.
"I'm gonna get ready and go downstairs. Hate ta fuck and run
but shit boy, now I'm fuckin' starved!" Remy threw his head back and
laughed before disappearing back into the shower.

Logan forgot that he wasn't in his own room and therefore
didn't have any clean clothes. He quickly pulled on the pants and
shirt from the night before. He quietly opened the door and peeked
his head out. The hallway was completely deserted. He slid out the
door and bolted down the hall to his room. Once safely inside he let
out a whoosh of air. He looked around at his room and his jaw nearly
fell on the floor. His room was a disaster area. Clothes were
strewn all over the floor. His dresser was totaled and the katana
that was on a table was now buried in the wall. Logan sniffed the
room but found no invading scent. He did however pick up his own
scent but it wasn't exactly his smell. It smelled different, like a
mix of different chemicals and Logan realized it was an old scent
from when he was high. He shook his head in disgust as he looked
around at the chaos he had caused. He got to work, pulling the blade
out of the wall and setting it back on it's stand. Next, he picked
up all the clothes off the floor. He even had a uniform stuffed into
his closet, covering up a pile of syringes. Holy shit, this is what
I was like? He shook his head again and continued cleaning.
Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower and change, Logan
was heaving a trash bag full of needles, clothes (puke and blood
stained), and shards of glass from a broken mirror out the back door
and into a dumpster. He turned to go back inside and ran right into
Scott. Logan groaned and rolled his eyes he was really not in the
mood to play around with the almighty leader.
"What d' ya want Slim, I got shit ta do and I'm hungry and
mighty pissed off." Scott snorted his indifference and crossed his
arms in front of him.
"I wanted to talk to you about your performance lately."
"Look Summers I know I've been a real dick lately and I'm
sorry. I haven't really been myself for a while now. I've got some
personal crisis I'm workin' through right now so just don't worry."
"When you begin to endanger your life and the lives of your
teammates I have every damn right in the world to worry." Logan
groaned again and slumped his shoulders.
"Come one Scott, can't we talk about this some other time?"
Logan was beginning to feel cornered and it was making him
uncomfortable. Scott was totally oblivious to his discomfort and
drove straight forward.
"Our last mission you were a complete nut case. You were
slaughtering people left and right and you almost tried to kill me."
"Now that was an honest mistake Scout. I was caught up in
the frenzy."
"My name's not Scout and that was a stupid excuse. What has
been with you lately?" Now Logan was mad.
"You wanna know what been up with me? You really wanna
know?" Scott nodded his head, feet planted firmly.
"I was on a mission of my own for a while, a slow suicide
mission." Scott's eyebrows furrowed as he considered Logan's cryptic
statement. Logan saw Scott's confusion and let out an exasperated
sigh.
"See it's this kinda shit that pisses me off the most with
you One-Eye. I've been shooting heroin for the past four months,
pretty heavily. I just spent the last few days in detox, waitin'
while my body tore itself down and did a slow rebuild. And I
wouldn't even have been there if someone didn't care enough to see I
needed help! The rest of you were damn quick to write it off as just
another piss fit." Scott's jaw nearly dropped to his chest.
Whatever he had thought Logan would say he certainly had not expected
this.
"I am so sorry Logan, I had no idea…"
"Nobody did Slim. Didn't think it was a problem. Felt too
good ya know?" Scott ran his hand through his hair.
"Are you okay?" Logan rubbed his eyes and nodded.
"I'm over it. I don't blame any of ya for keepin' yer
distance."
"No Logan, I should have known something was wrong."
"No ya shouldn't `ve. Ya always play the concerned leader
Cyke. Besides, I hid the addiction pretty well. I hope this don't
mean yer gonna start keepin' an eye on me. I'm pretty much over it,
getting' a little help." Suddenly, Logan remembered Remy. Shit, the
kid was probably wondering where he was.
"As much as I'd love to stay and talk some more, I got some
previous engagements. See ya round Cyke." Logan bounded through the
back door before Scott could utter a stunned reply.

Logan found Remy in front of the refrigerator, reminding him
that he was hungry. He snuck up and jabbed Remy in ribs. Remy
jumped and whirled around.
"Mon deu! Y' scared me." Logan smiled, reaching around Remy
to grab a can of beer. His stomach felt like it was trying to turn
itself inside out. He popped the top and guzzled not stopping until
he had drained the can dry. Remy watched him with amusement playing
across his sharp features. Logan let out a loud belch and crushed
the can in his hand before tossing it in the garbage. He turned and
began rummaging through the fridge again. He straightened up after a
few minutes, victoriously holding a platter of leftover roast beef.
Remy smiled, watching the man he loved shovel chunks of meat into his
mouth, not bothering to heat it.
"Slow down Logan, your liable to choke yourself." Remy heard
Jean's soft voice and turned around. She was standing in the
doorway, shaking her head. Logan just growled and continued eating.
Jean simply laughed.
"Hello Remy." Remy nodded his head. Seconds later, the
professor floated into the room.
"Good afternoon all. Logan, how are you feeling today?"
Logan put a hand up as he furiously chewed and swallowed, nearly
choking. He coughed and pounded his chest until he felt the lump go
down.
"I told you." Jean piped from the other side of the
kitchen. Logan ignored her.
"Feelin' a helluva lot better Chuck. Now I'm just really
goddamn hungry." Xavier smiled his blue eyes twinkling. He came
over and placed a hand on Remy's arm. Remy smiled down at him.
"How are you Remy?"
"Good Charles."
"You seemed rather upset yesterday." Remy had almost
completely forgotten about that.
"It was nu'ting Charles."
"What was nothing brother?" Remy felt his heart warm when he
heard Storm's melodious voice.
"Just somet'ing `bout yesterday Stormy."
"Please Remy, do not use that name with me."
"Sorry, Ororo." Remy flashed her his killer smile and threw
an arm around her shoulders.
"'Scuse me folks." Storm and Remy moved away from in front
of the sink to let Logan put the now empty plate in a basin.
"Better?" Remy asked, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Logan grunted.
"Much. Now I'm gonna go blow a few calories." Remy caught
his arm before he could leave.
"I t'ought we-" Logan shook off his arm.
"Later." After Logan had left, Storm gave Remy a curious
look.
"What was that about?" Remy just shook his head as he stared
at the empty doorway.

As evening fell and Logan was a no-show, Remy became
concerned. When ten o'clock rolled around he quickly became angry.
Where the hell was Logan at? Remy was tired of waiting around in his
room. He stomped over to the door and jerked it open, slamming it
purposely when he left. He was trying to decide where to start
looking for Logan when he heard a soft noise down the hall. He
whirled towards the sound, hand reaching for his cards; which were
practically a body part. A husky figure with disheveled, pointy hair
was just down the hall, seated in one of the many chairs lining the
hall. He was slumped over with his head in his hands, looking for
the world like he had just lost his best friend. Remy hastily
collected himself and walked over to Logan. He stood in front of the
man and reached out to gently shake him. Logan caught his hand
before he could touch him and held it. They stayed this way, both
unsure of what they should say. In the end it was Remy that spoke
first, voice chillingly calm even though he was tense with anger.
"Where y' been?" Logan continued to stare down at the
floor. Remy jerked his hand free from Logan's grasp and grabbed his
chin, forcing him to look up. Remy's next comment died in his throat
as he gazed upon Logan's weary, tortured face. He was still fighting
for breath when Logan spoke in a whisper that sounded pained and
distant.
"It hurts Remy. Never knew anythin' could hurt so bad.
Thought about goin' into town and feedin' the little bastard. But I
couldn't, thought about ya and knew I couldn't do it. I don't wanna
disappoint ya." Remy felt his anger fly out the window and tears
welled up in his eyes.
"I don't know how much longer I can fight this. I know I
can't do it alone now. I-I think…I think I need yer help. I know-I
need yer help." The tears were now flowing freely. Remy knew how
hard it was for Logan to admit he needed help, even more so to ask
for it. Remy fell to his knees and threw his arms around Logan.
Logan stiffened momentarily then squeezed Remy so tightly he could
barely breathe, burying his head in the side of his neck. This was a
side of Logan no one ever saw. Broken and scared, caught in a
violent flow of doubt and confusion with no one to comfort him when
he truly needed it. Remy silently vowed he was going to change
that. Logan was a good man and he deserved love and comfort just as
much as anyone else. Remy gently pushed Logan away so he could look
at his face.

"Tell me what y' need."

TBC