Logan watched the auburn haired man leave the small house.  Today was so different than the other one. He looked good, a little ruffled maybe, but not in pain.  He didn’t say a word, but offered Logan a small smile in greeting.  When Logan was sure everything was okay with Remy, he nodded and opened the door for him.  There was a brief moment of hesitation from the kid, as if he wanted to do something but decided not to, and finally got in.

Logan started the car and looked in the mirror.  His nostrils flared catching the strong scent of sex.  He could still smell the lust, the female sweat and the seed … as well as shampoo and soap.  The kid had obviously showered but not good enough to fool Logan’s senses.

“Remy don’t want to go home, yet,” the kid said, knowing Logan watched him in the rear view window.

It was unusually early for him.  Five in the morning.  Logan only started the engine and waited for directions.

“Dere is dis part of the beach … it be a secluded place.  It be nice to go dere.”

Logan heard the longing in the boy’s voice as well as … lightness.  The depression seemed to have disappeared somewhere, probably the fact that Liam no longer used his powers on him.

“Just give me directions,” answered Logan, still pondering the sudden change in his boss’ mood.

In half an hour they were at the completely abandoned, wild patch of sand.  The limo stood parked just a few meters from the water.  The sun was rising imperceptively slowly and the morning was warm.  Logan stood, leaned over the hood of the car and watched the young man brood in the cold water.

His coat was in the car, his dark pants were tucked up so that he was able to walk through the ankle deep water and not dampen his clothes.  The white silk shirt was pulled out of his pants giving him a disheveled look.  Auburn hair flying loose over face and shoulders … he looked good, young and relaxed.

Logan crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the young man admiring his effortless grace.  His cat like movements gave him an aura of sensuality.  No wonder the kid had so many clients.

His red on black eyes were, as always, covered with shades but his face was so expressive, at least for Logan.  He could easily read from his body language.

Suddenly the kid stopped a few meters from Logan and grinned at him.

“Care to join, mon ami?”

And Logan wanted.  Wanted to go there, into that cold water and touch him.  Kiss him … embrace.  Just be close.  Nothing more … not right now anyway.  The sight of his auburn, impossibly soft hair highlighted by the rising sun made him ache inside.

But he needed to be reasonable.  He shook his head in silent and weak denial.

“You sure?” asked the Cajun once more.  He cocked his head and looked at Logan with a strange expression in his eyes.

“Sure,” Logan confirmed and reached into his jacket’s pocket for a cigar.  He needed his hands busy and his mind focused on something other than the lithe, firm body not far away from him.  For some strange reason seeing the kid’s naked feet aroused him to no end.

He was hard and didn’t want the Cajun to notice.  He put the cigar into his mouth and started searching for a lighter.

He didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late.  The only proof of the kid moving was a faint breeze.  He couldn’t remember ever meeting somebody so silent before.

Fast as a lightning, the Cajun reached him, and grinning wildly, he snatched the cigar out of his mouth and started running as fast as he could down the beach.

“Damned Cajun!” Logan growled, but there was no fire in it.  “I’m gonna get ya for that!” he yelled and threw himself into chasing after the agile boy.

The kid was surprisingly fast, his long legs swallowing up the distance as he ran, but Logan knew he just had to wear the kid down.  Without the advantage of a healing factor, the kid would eventually have to stop.

Surprisingly, it took him almost three miles to catch up with the thief.  He was in better condition than he’d suspected.  That pale, impossibly delicate skin hid steel hard muscles and stamina.  Logan, although short, was also very fast, his advantage, besides the healing factor, were powerful muscles that allowed him to move with great speed when he wanted to.

Finally, gaining to just a few feet behind the Cajun, he launched himself forward and caught him by the waist, all his 300 pounds of enhanced adamantium skeleton and muscle threw the kid off balance and forced him down.

Not wanting to hurt the kid, he directed the fall so that it was he who hit the ground first with Remy falling straight onto him, and they started rolling, the Cajun laughing madly all the time.  It took Logan a moment to realize he was howling with laughter too.  He hadn’t felt this good in years.

“I’ve got you.  Now gimme the damned cigar!” he managed to say between fits of laughter.

The kid panted hard, the long run leaving his body hot and sweaty, heart racing.  His face was flushed and the shades that he somehow had managed to not lose, were hiding his eyes.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped.  Logan stared at those plush, pink lips now parted while Remy was catching his breath and felt the incredible urge to kiss, to taste, the Cajun.

Leaning on one arm so as not to crush the body beneath, he reached with his free hand to remove the glasses.  He wanted to see the kid’s eyes.
He inhaled deeply and felt that Remy was happy and slightly aroused.  There was no unease, no nervousness no … fear, just curiosity and anticipation.

The shades came off and Remy blinked a few times adjusting to the brightness, but he never lost eye contact with Logan.

Slowly, the older man leaned closer and touched those panting, plush lips.  There was an awkward moment of hesitation from the kid and then he parted his teeth, allowing Logan entrance.

He felt the tongue slipping inside and groaned raising his arms to feel the older man’s face.

Logan wasn’t sure if the Cajun was trying to push him away when he lifted his hands until he reached up and touched his face.   Those long, slim fingers hesitantly traced his cheekbone with the delicacy that one would touch a child, not an old battle hardened mercenary.  He continued to kiss him while the fingers softly traced his jaw and then slid to his neck, drawing a shudder from him.

The Cajun wasn’t just lying there.  His tongue teased and stroked and played with Logan all the time, his body completely relaxed, seemed to melt into Logan.  One hand tightly entwined in his wild mane and another tenderly stroking his face to his neck and back, as if learning it by touch.

Finally they broke for breath.

“Remy …” Logan felt a painful throbbing between his legs and felt proof of Remy’s arousal grinding against his thigh as well.  He wasn’t sure if what they were doing was right, there were so many questions …

“Shh … Cher,” soothed the Cajun, as if sensing Logan’s distress, he still stroked his face with gentle fingers, “It’s ok …”

“I … I don’t know if this is …” Logan finally looked into the soft red on black eyes, the kid seemed relaxed and happy.  He’d never seen him like that, why?

The red on black eyes were serious now, but the lithe body beneath him was still relaxed and pliant.

“Remy is happy … and wanted you to share it wit him.”

Logan wondered if Remy knew just how tempting the body beneath him was.
 “What do you want from me?” Logan asked, watching those exotic, yet very beautiful eyes.

“I want you cher,” the Cajun purred and arched his body, rubbing himself all over the Wolverine.

Logan gritted his teeth because something deep inside his soul told him that it was Remy’s way of making sure Logan gave him attention, his way of paying for the affection.  He realized that this kind of behavior came from long practice.  Somebody must’ve hurt the kid and destroyed his ability to trust others.

But Logan wasn’t like the ones in the kid’s past.  He didn’t want the kid to fulfill his needs, well he did, but not in a selfish way.  Above all, he needed to take care of the beautiful creature beneath him.

His hand reached out and brushed the auburn hair out of his face.  Remy’s eyelids fluttered as he gave himself fully into the touch, savoring it, loving every minute.  Logan had noticed before how strongly the Cajun reacted to touch, especially gentle ones.  Maybe due to his empathy, maybe because he was so starved for affection … but he literally melted.

When Logan’s hand reached to his shirt and started unbuttoning it, his lips curved in a smile and he reached to touch Logan once more but Logan suddenly grabbed his wrists and stopped him in mid movement.

“No.”

Instantly, he saw the hurt in the red on black eyes, the withdrawal.

“No …, Remy, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“So what did you mean, Logan?” he asked a little suspiciously.

“When was the last time somebody did something just for you?”

“Remy don’t understand …”

But his surprise was enough of an answer for Logan.  He leaned closer and covered those lightly swollen lips with his own.  His tongue traced the soft skin and then slipped inside, welcomed by the Cajun with a soft sigh.  Logan’s hands worked fast on the remaining buttons and before Remy had the time to realize what was happening, Logan abandoned his mouth and traced a line of wet kisses from his throat to his left nipple.  He arched when Logan’s lips surrounded it and hissed when he felt teeth scraping the sensitive flesh.

“Logan!” he cried out sharply when he felt Logan BITING on one hard nipple.  His hands tangled in the older man’s hair and tightened painfully.  Pain and pleasure mingled together and he couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t tell Logan to stop, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to say it.  There was something in the Canadian that made Remy trust him unconditionally.

Then he felt the soft, wet tongue lapping at the abused nipple, soothing the pain.
 He relaxed, realizing that Logan didn’t want to hurt him.  But when he tried to move, the other man restricted him again.

“Cher, … let Remy touch you.  Let Remy make you feel real good,” he all but purred, arching his lithe body up.  “Make you feel so good, cher …” he whispered while Logan’s tongue kept trailing fantastic patterns on his chest.

“Not this time, Cajun.  This is only for you.  Just relax … and enjoy,” Logan said, grinning wickedly and then cupping his erection and giving it a squeeze through the pants.

“Oh …” he suddenly lost the ability to talk and think coherently when Logan’s tongue dipped into his bellybutton, strong hands undid his zipper, and understanding struck him like lightning.

Remy raised his head and watched the dark, unruly hair above his fat stomach and his mind just couldn’t take it all in.  Yes, he did fantasize about his strong and feral driver but in all his dreams it was him who would give.  He imagined going down on Logan, wondering how the older man would taste, more than once, but never thought he would be the one on the receiving end and now he felt his erection being released from its confinement and felt the rough callused hand gripping it.  He moaned at the contact, still not believing it was really happening.

Remy shouted when he felt the hot and wet softness enveloping him, his fingers tightening painfully in Logan’s hair as the Canadian took his erection in his mouth.

The sheer pleasure of it made him close his eyes and it was all he could do to keep his hips from thrusting and release his hold on the older man’s head.  He was gripping him so tight, pressing him down that he realized he was doing exactly what he promised to himself long ago not to do.  Never trap somebody like this.

He felt the tongue tracing one big vein on the underside of his cock and a hand moving slowly up and down, fisting him, and he could only moan, straining not to buck.

His hands clawed at the sand, seeking something, anything, to keep him grounded against the pleasure, trying desperately to not lose his control.

Suddenly, the warm mouth left him.

Logan looked at the flushed, panting, NEEDING boy and his own breath caught.  Right then, lit by the soft light of the rising sun, lying almost naked an the sand just a few feet away from the ocean waves crashing rhythmically on the shore, skin flushed and his face a picture of total abandon, Logan decided Remy was the most beautiful creature he have ever seen.

His hand still stroked the kid slowly, maddeningly, just hard enough for him to feel it, just light enough to keep the Cajun from coming.

“Let go,” Logan was surprised by the sound of his voice.  Was he really so husky and hoarse?

Remy’s eyelids fluttered and he finally opened his alien red on black eyes and tried to focus on Logan.  He looked so lost, so relaxed and tense at the same time, so beautiful and looking at Logan as if he were a God, that the Canadian found himself wishing he could keep the kid that way forever.  On the verge of release, when all the dark sides of his life were forgotten and all he could think of was that very moment and him.

“Don’t hold back, Remy,” he whispered heatedly, “just let go.  Watch me and let go …” the words hot and promising, while he settled himself back between Remy’s spread legs.

Remy cried out when he felt Logan’s mouth on him once again but still kept hold of his reaction not wanting to do something unpleasant to the other man.  Logan however was determined to win this little game of control and started slowly swallowing the hard length.  Inch by inch it disappeared into his mouth, till his nose was touching the soft pubic hair.

By the time Remy was thrashing like a madman, desperately seeking something to hold on to, Logan caught one of his hands and entwined their fingers while he sucked harder, swallowing around the cock in his mouth and massaging it with his tongue, forcing the moans from the kid.

The Cajun was rambling something in his strange accent and his head was thrown back, while his hand kept a death grip in his.  Then Logan swallowed hard, letting Remy feel his sharp teeth just a little.  The kid lost control then and started thrusting up, fucking his mouth for all it was worth and completely lost himself in the motion.  Logan didn’t even try to stop him or move away.  He merely relaxed his throat and started growling low in his chest, knowing the Cajun would be able to feel it.  He felt the body beneath him tense and arch impossibly high, and heard the hoarse scream that left Remy’s mouth just seconds before warm the bittersweet liquid filled his mouth.

Suddenly, he felt something incredible press at his mind and then all the pleasure, the heat, was thrown at him with unbelievable force making his body shiver and forcing his own release.

He squeezed the kid’s hands in return when his own orgasm ripped through him, each and every muscle tense and quivering.  The echo of the pleasure still lingered in his mind when he finally came down from his heights.  He lapped at the already soft member listening to the loud panting of the Cajun.  His ears caught the rhythmic sound of waves, he could smell salt in the air as well as moisture and hear the birds hidden in the branches.  The first warm rays of the sun slid along his exposed neck, like a lover’s caress.  And he could smell the pleasure, the surprise and genuine happiness on the kid.  Then he pressed his lips just below his navel and sucked hard and long, forcing the blood up to the surface, wanting to mark Remy.  Something deep inside of him rejoiced at the thought that Remy was allowing him to do this.  He’d noticed before that Remy avoided being marked in any way by his “clients”, but now he made no move to avoid Logan.  He just sighed deep in his chest and put one gentle, suddenly shy hand on his head, as if telling him it was okay to do whatever he wanted.

They lay there for a long moment just breathing and watching the sunrise while their bodies calmed.  Logan still lay between Remy’s legs, his face on one surprisingly muscular thigh as he pondered what happened.

“Cher …” the kid whispered shakily.  There were so many emotions in his voice … and in his scent.

Slowly, Logan pushed himself up on his hands and knees and crawled up to the plush lips of the auburn haired man and kissed him, letting him taste himself in his mouth.

“Shh …” he soothed, “it’s okay.  It’s ok …”

“But you …”

“I came, too,” Logan said with a faint blush.  He couldn’t remember ever coming in his pants.  “What was that … that feeling?” he asked finally, still relaxed after the mind numbing orgasm but curious nonetheless.

Remy blinked at him and then there was understanding in his eyes.

“Dat be de empathy … you made Remy feel so good he lost his shields and sent you all de pleasure … all dat he felt.”

“That’s pretty powerful staff you got there, Cajun.”

“You liked it den?” Remy asked, still unsure.

“Yeah, I liked it, Kid.”

Logan looked at the beautiful creature beside him and realized he would never allow somebody else to fuck his mouth like he’d allowed, even encouraged Remy to, simply because he loved him.

Remy closed his eyes and wondered just what they had become?  Lovers?  Fuckbuddies?  He didn’t know, but he felt too good to spoil it all by saying something stupid so instead he just looked at the Canadian and smiled warmly.

“Thank you, Logan.  You made dis Cajun feel real special.”

Logan embraced him tightly and rolled so that the Cajun was resting on his chest.  The younger man didn’t seem to mind.  He just laid his head above his heart and listened to it’s heavy beat.

“Remy,” Logan called softly to keep him from falling asleep.

“Hmm?”

The Canadian took one of his hands and brought it to his lips.  He kissed the knuckles softly, only now noticing the faded scars on them.  The kid must’ve fought with the elegant, manicured hands somewhere along his life.

“Why did you take your hands away?” he asked, remembering the frantic way Remy tried not to grip his hair.

Remy raised his head and watched Logan, his gaze thoughtful and remote.

“Remy knows de feeling of being kept by de hair, mon ami.  He don’t want to do dis to somebody else.”

The voice no stronger than a whisper, filled with old pain and a strange regret caused Logan to hold him tighter.

Remy sighed contentedly and allowed himself to be pulled into the fierce embrace.  It felt good.  It was nice that Logan was so possessive of him.  Protective.

“‘m hungry,” he whispered against Logan’s hairy chest.

“Then we should get up, so I can feed you.”

Neither of them, however, made a single move.

“You treat me lie a bebe …”

“Someone should take care of you, Remy,” Logan answered softly, his voice strangely serious.  He wasn’t looking at Remy.  His cold, steel blue eyes were fixed on the sky above them.

“And you be de one to do dis?” the Cajun asked carefully.

Logan looked into the red on black eyes, suddenly so very vulnerable.

“If you want me to.”

Remy looked at him for an endless moment, his eyes unreadable, his scent so filled with emotions that Logan couldn’t define what the kid was feeling or thinking right now.

Finally, Remy lowered his head and kissed the skin above his chest.

“Mebbe …” not a word, rather, a whisper against his skin.  And Logan wasn’t angry or disappointed.  He knew it was hard for Remy to believe that someone could want him without some “but” attached.  That someone could offer affection without a price.

So he just stroked the long, silky locks and waited, murmuring soothing, meaningless words.

TBC