Warm

Sleet rattled against his jacked and Remy shuddered,
pulling the collar of his uniform up and cursing the
evil weather.  He stumbled on the uneven sidewalk.
His boots sloshed.  They were full of water.  "Merde
-"

Logan caught him, put an arm around him and pulled him
against his side.  The thief snuggled close, his boss
was big enough to block out some of the cold wind.
"Almost there, Remy."

"O-oui."  Remy stuttered.  "Jus cold."

"And soaking wet."  Logan grumbled tiredly.  "Damn
fool. You can freeze to death in the water here - this
time of year."

"Not letting you go down into de water, cher.  Not
going to be lugging your heavy corpse home, me.

"Ain't gonna die on ya, brat."

"Remy know you can't swim."

"I can swim just fine.  Just don't do me any good."

Remy only grunted, teeth chattering to hard to talk.
He didn't know where he was going and he didn't care -
so long as it was warm.  As usual, the heroes were
slinking off into the night with only a few school
children to witness their work.  At least this time
they'd actually been able to save a few lives - even
if they'd not been able to save the mutant they'd come
to rescue.  He'd had his hand on the girl when  she'd
just - dissolved.  Water to water and who knew if
she'd ever reconstitute out of the freezing Michigan
lake. The thief shuddered again.  Logan's arm
tightened around him and Remy closed his eyes and let
the Canadian lead him.

He was stumbling so often, Logan had to practically
carry him onto the Blackbird.  The wind cut off as the
door shut and Remy started to shiver hard, teeth
chattering nosily.

"Is he alright?"  Jean asked softly.  Remy squinted at
the red-headed woman and tried to push himself away
from Logan.  He was plastered against the older man,
clinging to the chilly leather of his uniform.  It was
a more than compromising position.

"Got chilled."  Logan muttered.  "Stop strugglin',
brat.  Get me an emergency blanket will ya, Jeannie?"

"Sure."  Jean went back to dig through the emergency
supplies.

"R-remy fine - " He stuttered.

Logan plopped him, rather roughly into a seat.
"Settle down brat - "

The Canadian leaned close as he wrapped the offered
emergency blanket around the soaked and trembling
thief.  "- or I'm gonna warm you up with a spankin'."

Remy stared helplessly up at his boss.  This was the
first time Logan had brought their private life up
outside vacation and bedroom.  He didn't know how to
react.  "Q-quoi?"

Logan dropped into the seat next to him, pulling Remy
close and rubbing briskly through the crackling
blanket.  "Just settle down.  We'll be home soon and
we'll get ya warmed up."

Remy - gave in.  He was cold and watching Logan sink
under all that ice had scared him out of a month of
Sunday's.  He let himself be pulled against the big
chest and he tucked his head tiredly under Logan's
chin.  If Logan wanted everyone to know they were
fucking - Remy wasn't going to complain.  He shivered,
feeling a spark of irrepressible warmth at the same
time.  Everyone was going to know who he belonged to -
if not just how completely.  Remy turned his face into
Logan's chest as he felt the parade of emotions from
the rest of the team as they passed their chairs and
saw the tall thief shivering in Logan's arms and half
on his lap.

Rouge knew, of course - more than anyone else and she
ignored them.  The contempt from Warren was expected
but Remy bit his lip as he felt the rich man's dislike
spread like contamination from the thief to Logan.
Jean was so unsurprised that she must have known
already.  Scott was warily amused, already thinking of
the impact on the team, Remy suspected.  Ororo - Remy
shivered and shut his eyes.  She was the only one he
cared about and  - she was worried.  Remy tightened
his grip on Logan and felt his boss' arm press him
closer in reassurance.  She and Logan were friends,
she had to be okay with this, mon Dieu.

*********************

By the time they were back home, his boy was gray and
shuddering.  Logan unbuckled them both and gathered
the boy up.  Remy's lips were blue and he was dazed
and way, way to cold.  The blanket and heat of the jet
hadn't warmed him up much.

"Did my brother get hurt, Logan?"  Ororo was hovering.
 She smoothed Remy's damp hair back from his face and
the boy turned into her touch, muttering in Cajun.
"I'll contact Hank."

"Na."  Logan shrugged the thief into a better position
and headed out.  The thief was taller than him but
Logan was used to that.  "He'll be okay,  just a
little shocky.  Needs to get warmed up.  I'll take
care of it - ya know he hates the med-bay as bad as
me."

Ororo trailed insistently after him and Logan cursed
under his breath.  He wanted to put the boy in a tub
of hot water and he didn't want the gentle goddess to
see the marks he'd put on Remy last night.  Some of
them had still been bleeding in the morning.  Logan
didn't want this to be the first time Ororo found out
about just how - alternative - her brother's
alternative life was.

He turned at the door, blocking Ororo.  "Go on, 'Ro.
I'll take care of him."

They stared at each other; a slender, tall and lovely
woman - blue eyes increasingly wary - and Logan; short
and stubborn, jaw set and glaring up at his old friend
with Remy draped over his arms.

"You're hiding something."  Ororo accused.

"I'll take care of him.  I ain't gonna let him get
hurt."  Logan didn't deny Ororo's accusation.  "Ya
know that."

Ororo let out a long sigh and nodded slowly.  "Take
care of him, but I will find out what's going on and -
if you're harming my brother, no years of friendship
will protect you."

"I got ya - now scram and let me handle him."  Logan
growled and shouldered Remy's door open.  Ororo didn't
follow him.

Logan stripped Remy, despite the boy's weak protests,
and wrapped him in a blanket while he got the tub full
of steamy water.  Wrinkling his nose at the
concentrated stink, he dumped a handful of Remy's
mineral and herb salts into the water.  The boy liked
them and they didn't smell too bad once they
dissolved.  They smelled damn good on the boy's skin
too.

"Okay, pet."  Logan murmured, wrestling Remy out of
the knot of blankets the boy had wound himself up in
and sliding him into the water.

"Non!  L-logan!  Remy surged upright, clutching at
him, eyes wide.  Water poured over the lip of the tub
and soaked Logan as he knelt, grappling with the
struggling thief.

"Remy - snap out of it!"  Logan shook him slightly.
"Quit fightin'!  Behave!"

Remy's wild eyes cleared and he braced himself on the
tub, blinking.  He sniffed and began to shake.
"S-sorry boss.  T'ought it was - de ice again.  Felt -
cold."

"Na.  It's hot.  Just relax, boy.  Ya in shock."
Logan stroked Remy's hair and smiled at his boy.  Remy
smiled weakly back and lay in the water.  Logan picked
up a washcloth and some soap and began to wash his boy
clean.  He took those graceful hands in his, rubbing
the foamy cloth along each finger.  As he moved up
Remy's lean arm, he glanced up to see Remy watching
him with drowsy eyes.  He was already looking warmer,
his skin wasn't gray and color was beginning to return
to his cheeks.  His hair had darkened to mahogany in
the wet and clung in serpent strands to his face and
neck.  The bites on his chest and arms were a vivid,
swollen red in the hot water.  Logan bent and kissed
one.
"Feeling better boy?"

"Oui, boss."  Remy murmured.  He stretched a little in
the tub, hissing.  "Still feel cold, though.  Inside."

"I'll see what I can do 'bout that, pet."  Logan ran
the washcloth over the boy's chest, watching the brown
nipples harden.  Remy tipped his head back against the
lip of the tub and let Logan wash his face and neck.
He scrubbed his back and under his arms while Remy
folded his hands over his head, eyes closed in bliss.
Logan washed his boy's cock and balls, arms elbow deep
in warm water, then isnstruced him to lift while Logan
washed his ass.  He moved down the long legs, stroking
with his hands as much as rubbing with the washcloth.
He ran a fingernail along the high arch of Remy's
foot, making his boy squirm and yelp.

"Sit up." Logan instructed and Remy leaned forward
obediently.  Logan poured a dollop of shampoo into his
hand and stroked his boy's wet hair.  He gathered the
silken mass in his hands and sighed softly.  He'd been
wanting to do this for months.  Logan shut his eyes
and concentrated on the feel of the boy's soapy hair
as he rubbed Remy's skull with his fingertips.  The
boy's hair was nearly past his shoulderblades now and
the sudsy mass of it wrapped around Logan's wrists
like an embrace.  Logan smiled as he heard Remy begin
to purr low in his throat.

"Ya know you're makin' a noise?"

"Eh?"  Remy started slightly.  "W'at noise?"

Logan grinned.  "Nevermind, pet."

He washed Remy's hair and used the conditioner that
would leave the boy's hair smooth and gleaming and
soft as silk.

Pulling the drain, he stood Remy up and dried him
briskly.  Remy began to shiver again and Logan hurried
him into the bed, piling blankets on top of him.  The
thief caught his wrist as Logan stood over him,
looking pleadingly up at him.  "Gon stay boss?"

"Yeah, pet.  Lemme get somethin and I'll be right
back."

Logan went to his room to pick up a few things.  When
they were together, they usually stayed in Logan's
room.  He hurried back and stripped, dropping his wet
clothes on the floor.  The boy would have to clean up
in the morning.  Remy watched him, red eyes gleaming
with interest.  He scooted aside and folded back the
blankets as Logan climbed in.

"Feelin' warmer pet?"

"Every minute, boss."  Remy said, snuggling close.
Logan smiled as he felt the semi-hard nudge of Remy's
cock against his thigh.  Looked like his boy wasn't to
worn out.  Logan stroked his back, rubbing along the
spine and kneading the hard muscles idly.

"Sleepy pet?"

"Non."  Remy breathed into Logan's ear, then Logan
felt the warm tickle of his tongue, trailing over his
ear and down his throat.  He closed his eyes as Remy
pushed the blankets back a little.  "Your pet not
sleepy.  Want to taste you."

"Mmmm."  Logan tipped his head back as Remy nudged
him.  He groaned softly as his boy sucked at his
throat, the gentle nip of teeth made him shudder and
arch.  His hard cock rubbed against the sheets.  Remy
tugged lightly on his chest hair, Logan hissed through
is teeth, hand curling in Remy's long damp hair and he
pressed the boy's wet mouth over his nipple.  Remy
sucked, rubbing his tongue over the small hard nub.
When he bit down, Logan gasped.

He let Remy lick his way down his body, enjoying the
warmth of his mouth and the teasing skill of those
long fingers.  The clever tongue licking the head of
his cock made Logan groan loudly and he pulled the boy
away.

"Nuff of that."  He said hoarsely, his cock twitching
at the loss of warmth.

"Boss?"  Remy blinked at him, those eyes wide in the
dark bedroom.

Logan rolled his boy over onto his belly and Remy
sighed, wiggling on his stomach and spreading his legs
wide in anticipation.

"Yeah - we'll get there, pet."  Logan growled, exited
by the sight of his boy open and willing like that.

He picked up the bottle of oil he'd brought and poured
a smooth golden stream down the hollow of Remy's
spine.  He spread the oil out, warming it with his
hands then Logan began to knead his pet's hard muscled
back.

"Ohhh - boss - bon.  Feel bon, me."  Remy undulated
under Logan's firm touch.  "Mmmmooooh."

Logan smiled at the unashamed sensuality even as his
cock began to pulse with a painful urgency at the
sight of Remy's pale gold skin shining and slick and
sweetly submissive under his hands.

***************

Remy purred and groaned as Logan's strong fingers dug
out the tension and the aches.  Heavy palms stroked
down his back, thumbs digging just perfectly into the
tight muscles along his spine.  It felt incredible.
Remy felt like he was melting into the bed, warm and
pliant and soft.  Everything except his cock, that is.
 It dug insistently into the mattress and Remy prayed
that Logan was going to permit him to come tonight.
He moved in response to Logan's hands, adding a little
grind into the sheets and sighed, eyes fluttering.
The pleasure surged warm through him, like the warmth
of the oil on his skin.  Like the warmth and affection
of Logan's hands on him - first in the tub washing him
clean and now, stroking him, touching him.  Loving
him.

"Remy love his boss."  He whispered blissfully.  "So
good, Cher.  Feel so good."

Mnnhn."  Logan's hands were rubbing in circles over
his ass, thumbs sliding between his cheeks, down to
his balls then up again.  Remy shivered and spread his
legs wider as Logan ran his hands firmly down his
thighs.  Fingertips massaged the backs of his knees -
he ached there too - then moved down to his calves,
ankles and finally the arches of his feet and his long
toes.

When Logan's hands moved back up his body, the touch
changed, becoming sensual.  Still firm, those skilled
fingers were focused on increasing Remy's arousal.
Stroking hands were joined by the sharp pleasure of
Logan's teeth - on the back of his thigh, nipping the
small of his back.  Remy moaned and writhed, hands
twisting in the sheets, sweat gathered at his temples
and back of his neck.

He knew what was coming and longed for it.  Logan's
fingers dipped between his cheeks, teasing his asshole
then sliding away again.  Remy panted in Cajun,
pleading for more.  He arched his back, supple as a
cat, knees spread wide.

"Warmer now, pet?"  Logan murmured, sucking on his
favorite spot at the base of Remy's spine.

"O-Oui boss.  Basies moi. S'v plait - fuck me."  Remy
pleaded.  He groaned noisily as Logan scraped his
teeth along the curve of his ass, then moaned again as
he felt the wet trail of his tongue soothe the
scratch.  "W'ant you so much.  Need you so much.
Anyt'ing for my boss.  Remy yours."

The charm flooded his voice, beyond his control.
Logan rumbled wordlessly in response and the thief
felt the sudden intensity of his arousal.  Remy felt
like he was drowning in heat as Logan slid up to
crouch over him.  Two fingers pressed deep inside and
Remy wailed softly, hips jerking.  Logan's teeth
closed over the nape of his neck, holding him in
place.

"Der - yes, oh, der."

"Yer mine, boy.  Mine."  Logan mumbled.

Logan lifted Remy's hips and slid home inside Remy's
body with one firm stroke.  Remy cried out, body
shuddering in bliss.  It felt so good.  So right.
Being fucked always had, even in the days when he'd
done it for money and now, with Logan it was so much
more.  He moaned as Logan settled down on his back,
teeth closing on his neck again.  Logan's cock spread
him open and filled him up.  Remy's hips undulated
unconsciously, fitting himself against Logan's hips,
the other man's balls were pressed tight to his ass.
He felt so alive like this, so connected.  Remy could
feel Logan's heart beating inside him, hear the shaky
hiss of his breath against his ear.

"C-Cher."

Logan only growled at him, softly.  Logan was
thrusting in him without really pulling back, keeping
his cock buried to the hilt.  It made Remy shudder and
gasp, intense surges of pleasure/pain at the deep
penetration flickered like lightning along his nerves.
 

Logan's hand was clenched in the blankets, white
knuckled as he struggled for self control.  Remy
stroked the oily fingers, rubbed between the knuckles
were the hidden blades sprang free then drew that hand
to his mouth and pulled two fingers between his lips.
Logan groaned deeply and buried his face in Remy's
hair.  His hips jerked, moving faster and with less
control.

Remy sucked, body shuddering, moving in rhythm with
Logan's as the other man began to finger fuck his
mouth in the same pattern as his cock fucking Remy's
ass.  The burn was insistent now, demanding and Remy
couldn't help but answer it.  He pressed himself back
on elbows and knees, grinding his ass against Logan's
pumping hips.

Logan wasn't talking now, his breathing was harsh and
noisy against Remy's sweating neck.  His cock plunged
in deep then withdrew, tormenting Remy with longing -
then he was filled again and again.  One hand was
unconsciously squeezing Remy's chin, the other braced
the big man over him.  Remy could feel the throbbing
tension in his dangerous lover, feel it in his own
tight balls, the fever surge of his blood, the hard
cock spearing into him demanding - demanding -

"Uhh - ahhh!"  Logan cried out hoarsely his thrusts
were suddenly clumsy, hard  and urgent.  Remy wailed
noisily, coming hard at the pulse and thrust and hot
flood inside him.  Logan's orgasm crashed through his
body and mind, the thief's ecstatic cries drowning out
Logan's gasped shout.

Logan sank down on him, pinning Remy to the bed.

"Stay - boss."  Remy panted, clutching at Logan's
hands when the other man made to roll off.  His cock
was still inside the Cajun, softening slowly.  Logan
sighed and nuzzled Remy's shoulder, giving him a firm
bite before he settled down, giving the slight thief
just enough space to breathe.

"Better?"  Logan whispered.

"Oui - Remy warm enough now.  Got de best blanket
anyone want."  He murmured.  "He warm."

END