Training, Station

For once, Remy was awake first. He sat cross-legged, watching Logan
sleep. It was just barely light outside, the chilly silver morning did
not bring out any pretty highlights in Logan's coarse black hair. The
stubble on his chin was as like sandpaper, Remy rubbed at the beard
burn on his shoulder where Logan's chin had been digging into him all
night. The Canadian had pushed the sheets away, leaving him naked to
the waist. The man was hairy, ugly as a troll, the muscles beneath the
pale skin hard as steel and his bones - harder still. There was
nothing soft, nothing gentle, nothing to suggest that Logan had any
kindness in him at all.

Asleep, Logan looked wary, his face closed and distant. Remy's mouth
quirked. He'd been told, on more than one occasion, that he looked
like a little kid when he slept. Logan looked like a thug.
Appearances sure could be deceiving. The thief leaned gracefully
forward and pressed a kiss into Logan's open palm. They would arrive
in Seattle before lunch, this was no time to sleep. Logan's thick
fingers twitched and he breathed deep. Remy stole a glance at his
face but Logan's eyes stayed closed. Remy licked the pulse beating in
Logan's wrist.

He nibbled his way up Logan's outflung arm, taking his time, licking
the crook of his elbow repeatedly when he discovered how it made the
man shiver. He sucked softly at the slow pulse in his throat, stubble
rasping against his tongue. Logan's arm curled sleepily around Remy's
waist, tugging the blanket away and he turned his face to catch the
thief's mouth in his. His kisses were wet and insistent, sharp teeth
caught Remy's lip in a painful bite then Logan licked at the spot of
blood soothingly. Remy snuggled close, combing his fingers through
crisp chest hair. He nipped at Logan's tongue, then sucked, rubbing a
thumb over one of Logan's nipples. He pinched the hardening nub and
mouthed his way across Logan's face, tipping his head up, eyes half
closed against the brightening day, so Logan could bite his throat.

"Morning, boss." He muttered throatily.

"Y'talk to damn much." Logan growled against his ear then scraped his
teeth lightly across the smooth skin behind Remy's ear. His warm hands
tightened when the thief gasped, squirming to escape the ticklish rush.
Logan repeated the gesture with a chuckle. Remy squeaked, then buried
his flushed face against the big man's chest, embarrassed.

"Y'my mouse now, pet?" Logan murmured, running his hand down the
thief's supple back.

"S'your fault, boss. Dem feathers!" Remy bit Logan then licked the
spot to soothe him. He let his hands idle down the heavy body sprawled
over the bed, Logan was scratching his back lightly, drawing up
pleasant shivers. A big hand closed around the collar on his neck at
the same time as Remy reached Logan's cock and squeezed.

"Mmmm, yeah, pet." Logan groaned. "Yeah. Work me up."

Remy settled next to Logan with a sigh, nibbling on his ear, and began
to pump the swelling cock in his hand slowly. He lifted his head a
little to look down the length of Logan's body and watch him get it up.
The warm, sleepy cock in his hand felt good. The soft prickle of
Logan's body hair felt good. The constant, mild rumble of the train
felt good. Remy rolled his hips on the bed, cock hardening against the
sheets. Right now, everything was good.

He licked his way down Logan's body, circling each nipple with his
tongue until they were both hard. A hand stroked his hair, moved to
trace his ear, brush across his lips. Remy nibbled, then sucked a
thumb into his mouth, lifting his head to meet Logan's eyes. He
released the finger then slid lower, dipping his tongue into a navel,
smiling as Logan gasped and shivered.

"Ticklish boss?" Remy murmured, trailing is fingernails lightly down
Logan's ribs. The Canadian hissed and grabbed his hands.

"Don't even think about it, pet."

"Mmm - your de boss." Remy murmured, biting Logan's hard belly
lightly. He moved to kiss the tip of Logan's cock. Beautiful thing.
He tasted the tip, licking the small slit, drawing a soft groan from
the other man. He sucked for a bit, mouthing the head, lapping along
the shaft. Deep throated for a couple of strokes but shook Logan's
hands off and pulled away when the Canadian's hips began to thrust. He
didn't want to end this yet.

Remy moved lower and played with Logan's balls. Sucked and licked
while his long fingers slipped moved to pet the small patch of skin
between Logan's balls and his asshole.

"Shit - pet!" Logan gasped and jerked, voice wavering between warning
and hunger. Remy smiled into Logan's dense pubic hair and did it
again. This time Logan only groaned and moved against the teasing
touch. Oh, his boss was real sensitive there. Remy licked Logan's
balls some more, petting his cock with one hand and working that
sensitive spot with the other.

There was a trick to fucking your dom. Even if they were on the
bottom, they had to feel like they were on top. Remy began to make
small, breathless sounds, nuzzling Logan's cock and balls.

"You feel so good, boss." He panted. "Want you so much. W'ant to
make you feel good, boss. Anyt'ing you want. Remy make you feel
good."

"M'pet." Logan growled, hands cupping the back of Remy's head and
dragging him down to his cock. Remy obligingly licked. "Ahh - pet.
Yeahhh."

Remy dipped down and swirled his tongue over the small puckered hole
hidden in dark hair. Logan's hands tightened painfully on his head and
he surged strongly upward. He licked eagerly again, not daring to
tease his deadly lover. Put his hands to the backs of Logan's thighs
and carefully urged him to spread his legs. Kept working him the whole
time, tongue fluttering, stroking, coaxing.

Logan growled, twisted his hips and lifted his knees, feet flat on the
mattress. He tried to drag Remy closer, pushing against his mouth.
Remy pushed his tongue inside the trembling opening. Logan cried out.
Pressed hard between Logan's legs, Remy tongue fucked him while the
other man shook and panted.

"Jesus -!" Logan finally cried. "Just fuck me already!"

Remy slithered back up Logan's body, kissing him, licking and nipping.
He pushed his knees against the back of Logan's thighs, pressing him
open. "Y'pet want to make you feel good, boss."

"God dammit, pet!" Logan growled, his eyes were wide and dilated and
his cock was leaking generously onto his belly. He lifted his hips and
pushed impatiently against Remy's cock. "Quit talking and do it!"

Hands shaking, Remy squeezed lube onto his fingers. He pressed gently
inside, watching as Logan's eyes went wide.

"Oh, god -" He said breathlessly, hips hitching up. "God, pet."

Remy bit his lip, cock throbbing impatiently as he felt the tight flex
of muscles against his buried finger. Logan was tight. Very tight.
He worked a second finger in while Logan grunted and twisted
impatiently. He watched his fingers sink inside Logan's body and the
way the man's cock jumped, hard and dark and eager. Logan groaned when
Remy pulled his fingers out.

"Sss- boss, gonna fuck you now, like you said." Remy murmured, running
a slippery finger over the end of Logan's cock.

"Ohh - fuck, fuck, fuck yes."

Remy positioned himself, pausing with a shudder when the head of his
cock touched Logan's body. He squeezed his own cock hard as he pushed
in, nearly loosing it at the feel of that slowly yielding muscle
opening to take him. Logan took a sharp breath and Remy froze, head
just buried in him, until the Canadian relaxed again.

It was so perfect - slowly pushing himself in - watching Logan's
sweating face, twist between pleasure and pain. When Remy was in all
the way, he lowered himself onto Logan, kissing him softly. "You feel
so good, boss. So tight."

"Ss-good, pet." Logan muttered, hands clenched in the sheets. "Y'feel
so big inside me. Hurts good."

"Mmm." Remy agreed. He moved a bit, pushing in the tight channel.
Logan heaved under him, cried out, moved again. Hard hands clamped
down on Remy's ass, pushing and pulling at him. Remy clutched at his
shoulders and, helplessly, thrust.

"God -!" Logan yelled.

"Boss! Please -!" Remy struggled to control himself, to control them
both, and lost control as Logan surged under him, grinding up. "Deiu,
boss - s'v plait!"

Remy pulled his knees up and Logan responded by wrapping his legs
around Remy's waist. They were moving together, mouths locked
together, Remy clinging to the sheets, to Logan's shoulders, to
anything. Moving, thrusting, meeting each other eagerly. Wet noises,
wet moans, slick thrusts, tight grip around his cock pulsing tighter
and tighter.

Remy threw his head back, gasping for breath. Logan was making these
noises, irresistible noises and Remy thrust carefully - knowing when
Logan surged under him and cried out that he'd hit his spot. Thrust
again, to make Logan yell, to make him move, to make him feel good. It
felt like Logan was trying to squeeze his cock off. Clamped so tight
around Remy's cock that the thief couldn't imagine holding still.
Logan's cock was pushing against his belly, dripping, smearing them
both with pre-cum.

The Canadian was shaking under him and Remy kissed his sweating
forehead and began to pump steadily, rubbing his belly against Logan's
swollen cock, working the other man insistently. So good to make Logan
feel like this. To feel like this too. To fuck him. His boss.

"S'v plait, boss!" Remy cried, surging forward uncontrollably.
"Boss!"

Logan howled, his voice choked off abruptly as he spasmed fiercely
around Remy's buried cock. Remy wailed, spurting violently into
Logan's shaking body. Strong muscles rippled around his buried cock,
milking him as Logan's cum gushed between their shuddering bodies.

Collapsed onto Logan's chest, sobbing for breath. Logan's gasps
stirring Remy's sweat tangled hair. The train shuddering as it slowed
on the approach to Seattle's downtown station.

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

Remy's scent was all over Logan. He rubbed his nose and lit up a
cigar, trying to drown it out. It wasn't something he should be
thinking about now, waiting on the station for the team. His hands
itched for the leash as Logan watched Remy's nervously smoke a
cigarette, fiddling with his shirt. Trying to hide the bruises on his
neck, Logan realized - then he realized something else.

"Get over here." He growled.

Remy glared at him. "Quit dat, Logan."

Frowning, Logan went over to the thief. The crowd at the station was
thinning quickly. Lucinda had already said her good-bye's - quickly
and quietly as she sensed the tension between the two men. All their
other fellow travelers had already disappeared - into plain suits or
blue jeans, demure dresses. Disappeared until the next party, behind
closed doors. Even Cole and his master had looked completely normal,
except for the weary circles under Cole's eyes and the way he limped
slightly when he walked. He didn't so much as glare at Remy when they
bumped into each other during disembarking.

"Come here, dammit." Logan snapped. "I ain't doin' nothin'."

He reached up to Remy who stiffened and glanced skittishly around.
"W'at?"

"Hold still, damn ya Cajun." Logan fumbled at Remy's neck, feeling the
jump of his pulse under his fingers, and unclipped the collar the thief
was still wearing. "I'd worry more about explainin' this to Rogue than
some bruises. Y'can always blame some girl on those - she knows ya
sleep around."

Remy's hand went to his throat and he blinked at Logan, from behind his
shades, looking oddly lost. Then his eyes focused past Logan's
shoulders and he smiled suddenly. His whole face lit up with relief
and delight.

"M'arie - cherie!" Remy brushed past him.

Logan ran the soft leather collar between his fingers for a moment. It
was still warm from Remy's body. He folded it up and tucked it into
the pocket of his jeans and turned to see Scott and Rogue waiting.
Rogue and Remy were just separating, Remy dipped back in to steal a
quick kiss. Rogue shoved him away with a laugh, then grabbed him back
up. The couple clung to each other for a long moment and Logan watched
as Remy buried his face in Rogue's neck, shaping her hips with his
hands.

"The mission?" Scott made his way over.

Logan picked up his duffel and swung it over his shoulder. "Nothin' to
it. By the numbers, Cyke. Y'd be proud. Let's get home, I want a
shower."

END