Dark Legends Tears of Erzulie

 The Goddess paused on the landing outside her loft. A
perfectly executed painting of her sat on top of the hall table,
propped against the wall. It was flanked by two pink candles. She lit
the candles in their hurricanes and went in for her evening ablutions.
 The next day there was a small bottle of her favorite
perfume. She tucked it away so that Jubilee wouldn't' pick it up.
Then, she took to the skies, to lose herself there.
*****
 Remy set the garland of roses on the altar he'd created. The
Goddess seemed pleased with his attentions so far. Ororo, Storm, they
called her. He'd wondered at first if she were just another witch-
woman like Jean. Then, he witnessed her fits of anger. The sheer
intensity of her need had taken his breath away and impressed itself
somewhere on his soul. He knew she was truly a goddess. She was also
being neglected. She would wash them all away.
*****
 Ororo slid the flower garland over her head, breathing in the
sweet scent of the flowers. Perhaps it was Charles leaving her
messages. She glided towards his office, body humming with the need
for her consort.
*****
 Remy sat cross-legged on his bed carefully transferring the
lines of Logan's body onto paper. Logan was sated, asleep. He looked
peaceful. Then, one eye opened lazily to fixate on the thief. "Don't
move, pup. Almost done, me."
 Logan didn't listen. He stretched and headed for the
bathroom. He heard a sharp curse behind him and ignored it until he
heard the muffled explosion. He turned in alarm, but Remy was fine.
He'd destroyed the picture and Logan felt a surge of guilt. The Cajun
didn't have much down time. He was the only person besides Ororo who
ever left the grounds. He needed a break. Logan would have to give it
to him the only way he knew how.
*****
 Charles Xavier was many things, but at the root of his being,
he was still a man and the sight of his goddess in nothing but a
garland of roses had its effect. He dismissed Scott perfunctorily and
the field leader left with a sharp nod.
*****
 Logan caught the Cajun in a hard kiss. Remy struggled lightly
against the rough grip, then subsided. This is what he needed, Logan
to take control. He normally had to push his pup to get a little
force from him. Logan bit Remy's lip and sucked greedily at the
blood. Remy moaned.
 "Ya mine, Remy?"
 Remy nodded, soft hair catching in the comb of Logan's
sideburns, face buried in the hollow of Logan's neck, teeth nibbling
at the tanned skin there.
 "Say it."
 "I'm y'rs, pup."
 Logan growled as he felt the subtle play of Remy's charm
calling to his cock. "No need fer that, Gumbo," he rumbled and Remy
shivered in Logan's hold. "Gonna use ya sweet and slow, Thief."
 "Don' need t' hold back. Like it rough," Remy chided.
 "This ain't about what ya like. It's what yer gonna take."
 "Bon Dieu," Remy whispered. "Made m'self a monster."
 Logan grinned, teeth glittering in the light. "Strip."
 Remy shimmied out of his jeans and tee-shirt. Logan kissed
him again, and Remy gave over all control. Logan pressed him onto his
back. He locked on the wide leather cuffs and fastened them to the
bed. He did the same with the fine boned ankles, pulling until he
took away the slack. Remy's muscles trembled as he tried to move. His
eyes were wide and swiftly dilating in the indirect light of the
sconces on the wall.
 Logan tweaked one nipple and Remy cried out sharply. Remy
tried to pull away. His cock twitched as he realized his
helplessness. Logan muzzled his thief with a penis gag, buckling it
tightly behind the Cajun's head and under his chin. Remy heaved in
air through his nose. Logan pinched the nostrils shut until he saw
panic in the bright eyes. He released it when he smelled the thief's
charge building.
*****
 Ororo pushed Charles backwards onto the hastily cleared
mahogany desk. He was content to let her impale herself on his
erection. He brushed his fingers over her firm breasts, pleased with
their swift response.
*****
 Logan fingered the thief as he milked him. He'd tightened
Remy's bonds until he was practically suspended. Remy couldn't even
lift his hips into Logan's touch.
*****
 Ororo's hair swirled around her shoulders. She rose,
glistening with sweat above Xavier. He stroked her thighs as they
pistoned up and down in an increasingly frantic rhythm. He needed to
get lost in his goddess' energy.
*****
 Remy mewled behind his gag, head whipping from side to side
as Logan snapped a locking cock-ring to the base of Remy's erection.
The keys were in Logan's room, so the Cajun wouldn't be coming at all
until Logan decided to free him. Logan started to fuck him then,
sweet and slow. He would fuck the boy all night if he wanted. "Damn
yer hot."
*****
 Lightening flashed as Ororo came. Xavier followed her over
the edge, spurting into the convulsing womb. A tiny life sparked.
Ororo would be pleased. Xavier smirked.
*****
 Logan shot his load deep, claiming his mate with a harsh bite
to the collar bone. He tasted blood with pleasure. The Cajun was
helpless and still. Logan freed Remy's wrists and ankles, leaving on
the cuffs. "Fuck me, Cajun, hard and fast."
 Remy nodded, wrists still controlled by thick leather,
silenced by his gag, cock so hard that tears were gathered in his
eyes. He was Logan's fuck-toy and he loved it. Logan's ass was tight
when Remy probed delicately. Logan smacked Remy's hand
sharply. "Don't bother. Just fuck me." The Cajun shivered as he lubed
his cock. He plowed into the tight ass – seeing blood, hearing
Logan's howl. He wanted to stop, but he knew Logan would leave him
hard for days. "Harder, Cajun."
 Remy was sobbing now, in ecstacy and agony. Logan's mind was
swamping him with spiked pleasure even as his own needs screamed at
him. Logan came and Remy moaned at the intensity. Remy continued to
fuck the Canadian. It was the only order Logan had ever given him.
He'd ride his pup all night.
 Logan growled and writhed. He knew he shouldn't have let the
Cajun start fucking him. The continuing friction was too much – damn
it felt good. When had he started craving what used to be punishment?
Gambit was claiming *him* now. Remy continued to fuck his pup, eyes
hardening a bit, taking out some of his frustration on the man's ass.
Somehow he'd moved from bossy sub to actual Dom for a moment and the
change frightened him. But it was what Logan wanted, so he'd keep the
Canadian under control until the sun died.
 Logan came again. How long could the Cajun keep up the pace?
 Remy was sobbing, wails muffled to nothing behind the air-
tight gag. This was torture. Logan couldn't have done better with a
whip. He wasn't telling him to stop, not in voice, action or emotion,
so Remy couldn't. The Cajun had to please. It was hard-wired into his
being. He closed his eyes and ran away from it all.
 Logan felt the tremble in Remy's hands. He came once more. He
could smell tears and pain. He frowned why didn't the boy just
stop? "Oh yeah, that's it," Logan growled as the cock hit his
prostate. "Slow, baby, slow." The Cajun's rhythm changed. Logan came
weakly. "Stop, Rems, please," he whispered and the Cajun froze.
 Remy pulled free, shaking. Logan patted the bed and Remy laid
down on his stomach, hands under his forehead. He was hard, almost
beyond pleasure. Logan stroked the young man's spine. When Logan
found his brain again, he removed the cuffs. He lifted Remy's chin
and found the red eyes vacant. He shivered. He removed the gag and
wiped away the tears. He brought back a cool cloth and washed Remy's
face, then his cock. The Cajun didn't rouse. Logan wrapped him in his
arms and held him close. He closed his eyes. "Come back, Remy," he
whispered. "I won't make it alone."
*****
 Ororo watched as the thief set the pin down on the altar. She
was him wipe away a tear and something stirred in her heart. She
closed her eyes. What was it? She was above emotion. The thief knelt
down and whispered a little prayer. "End this, please. B'fore I lose
m'self."
 A single tear slid down her cheek. Somehow she understood
exactly what he meant.
FINIS