Part Four:

 

 

Remy awoke with the warm tingle of heat emanated from his rather sensitive backside.  His stomach was resting on the comfortable fabric of the couch and his arms were folded under his ruffled head.  He was still nude, but a heavy quilt had been draped over his back and thighs, keeping him just warm enough and cool enough for comfort.  He was alone; at least he was alone on the couch.  Logan must have placed him up here after they fourth round and Remy had just fallen into that comma like sleep.  He mused; he wasn’t in Logan’s bed.

Lifting that auburn head and purring a soft sigh, he was assaulted with the wonderful scent of fresh coffee.  Drawing in a deep breath he felt a spark of life tingle down his limbs and call him to sit up.  Pulling back the cover, he grunted with the deeply rooted soreness in his ass.  A hand placed to his rear and the deep chuckle behind him made his head turn slightly.  Logan stood with a pair of black boxers hanging low on his hips.  He was pouring two cups of the wonderful smelling coffee that had pulled Remy out of the comfortable embrace of the couch.  He smiled and Remy gave a slight wiggle of both brows before forcing himself up to a stand.

“Ouch.”  Logan laughed as he watched the slight disfigurement of Remy’s face when he stood.  It took several steps for Remy to regain his usual grace.  The stiffness of his body and mostly the sore backside were enough for that feline stealth and smoothness to abandon him for a short time.  “You play too rough Wolverine.  Remy is fragile.” Logan just smirked.

“You had few complaint last night Doll.”  Logan handed him a cup of black coffee as he came to the counter of the kitchen.  Remy took it with a grin and looked down into the thick black substance.

“Any cream?”  Logan’s eyes lifted up from the rim of his cup and the most wicked of smiles pulled at the corners of his lips.  Remy blinked and thought about his own remark.  “Ah, never mind.”  A low grunt came from Logan’s throat and he went back to his cup.

 

Looking around the small cabin, Remy couldn’t help but realize just how much nicer it was then he was expecting.  Rustic was Logan’s middle name, so to have hot water and that massive bed was really something he hadn’t thought to find here.  He expected a one room wood cabin with a small fireplace and a bunk bed at best, maybe an outhouse if he were really lucky.  This was the lap of luxury compared to what his imagination had envisioned. Even the small detailing on the cabinets was a rather large surprise. 

Logan noticed the look Remy was giving to the place and smiled.

“I bought it off a diein’ couple.  Furniture and all, you really think I hauled all this stuff up here?”  Remy smiled and shook his head.  That explained things rather well.  Logan just wasn’t the type to bring up embroidered towels and dish sets. 

A cool draft tickled over Remy’s body and he shivered slightly, despite the hot coffee moving down his throat.  It was then he noticed he was still nude.  Logan had noticed long before hand but wasn’t about to say anything.  Remy smiled and set his cup down. While he didn’t mind being nude, it was just too damn cold to be so here. 

“I’m gon ta take a shower, den Remy gon make some of his famous pancakes, oui?”  As he rolled his shoulders, a small twinge of pain brought his attention to the teeth marks on his right shoulder, and he smiled.  Marked.  Logan nodded with a smile hidden behind his coffee cup.  He felt years younger this morning and full of life.  Still, hold habits die hard and he growled as he watched that pink rear go.

“Don’t use up all the hot water!”  Remy waved him off with a ‘Yeah yeah’ attitude.  Logan only smiled more so.

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Remy arched up into the hot streams of water, moaning softly as he washed the night’s sweat and dry seed off his body.  He was not expecting a hot shower when he got here but right now it felt heavenly.  His hands worked the bar of soap over his chest, letting the white suds work their way down the bronze flesh and over into the soft mound of hair between his legs.  He was rather sore from the night before but he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything.  Falling asleep in Logan’s arms was the best feeling he had had in a long time.  He was so sick of chasing after things he could never have.  Rogue for one, but even when the pain of her rejection was enough behind him to find a date for the night, he still felt the empty cold that came when they left.  He wanted the emotional satisfaction of knowing someone gave a damn if he lived or died, or just knowing a warm body would be home waiting for him when got there.  That cold ice that bore into his soul was enough to kill a man.  It was a slow and agonizing death that took years rather then days.  Last night, just a bit of that cold had melted; just a small fraction of heat seeped through to his loneliness and boosted his hope.  He didn’t want it to end.  He craved more.

Rinsing the soap away, he took up the bottle of shampoo conditioner mix he brought with him and poured a large dollop into his palm.  He had just begun to work it into that main of fire brown hair when a cool breeze struck his back and two large hands circled around his hips pulling him back against a hard plane of muscle.  Remy near jumped out of his skin.  He hadn’t thought Logan to join him but now was pleasantly surprised as the other’s mouth descended on his neck in a firm bite.

“Move over Lebeau, there isn’t enough hot water for two showers.”  Remy had just been about to turn to face him when Logan firmly pushed the taller man up against the tile wall.  Remy grunted, pressing his chest and palms against the wall and stepping as far forward as the tub would allow.  Logan ran his hands along Remy’s rear, gently patting the soft globes as he wet his face down.  Lebeau smirked and just stood there slightly bent over.  He rolled his shoulder as a small river of soapy water ran down his spine.  It kept traveling until it pooled at the base, then soon over flowed and slipped between the divide of his pert rump.  Logan watched the traveling liquid carefully as he took the soap from the small tray built into the wall and began to remove the blood and scent of sex from his skin as well.  Remy began to feel a dull ache in his back from the odd pose and moved to lift.  He was stopped as Logan’s hand pressed the base of his neck and pushed his cheek back against the cold tile.

“What are ya doin’ Wolverine?”  Remy protested as that same firm hand slid down the path of the soap and swirled at the small indent at the base.  It continued down and over his puckered entrance, elating a whimper from Remy’s throat.  Logan smiled; he did so love the small sounds that Remy made.  One soap covered finger pushed inside the tight ring of muscle and Remy’s body shuttered.  That finger was only a fraction of the size of Logan’s cock but it felt good nonetheless.  He arched his back, rubbing his nipples against the cool tile and squeezed the finger that gently began to thrust in and out of him.  Water beat down on his arched back, sliding down his curved ass and the hard lines of muscle on his legs.  Logan pushed him harder against the tile to let the water fall on his own body, rinsing the soap from him and the harsh copper scent of Remy’s blood.  Even now he had that same spicy scent of lust and smoke.  It was a natural aphrodisiac that Logan couldn’t seem to get enough of. 

“Hush boi, and keep your eyes forward, no one told ya you could look back here.”  Logan held a firm tone, but slightly playful.  He didn’t know how well Remy would take to a little domination thrown into the mix.  However the warm body below him only groaned as hot blood pumped into his cock and he arched his spine more into the thrusting hand.  Logan snarled.  That animalistic side fed of the submission and he bowed his head to take hold the flesh he marked the night before.  His digit thrust in deeper, searching out the hard nub that was his prostate and once finding it he ground his finger up.  Remy gasped, nearly swallowing a lung full of water as a shuttering moan left him. 

“Logan please…”  Remy’s voice was soft and the deviance of Logan’s orders to hush made the elder male snarl and slap an already tender backside hard enough to rock Remy forward against the tile.

“I said shut up Swamp rat.”  Lebeau groaned and bit down on his lower lip.  His flesh came alive under Logan’s touch.  Heat burned from inside him and Loan could feel the arousal growing in the other’s body.  He liked the taste of submission just as much as Logan did.  It drove Logan harder and he thrust his palm taunt against blushing ass to delve his finger in as deep as it would go.  A second digit was added and Remy moaned as his hips thrust forward in wanton lust.  Logan’s free hand slid under Remy’s stomach and laced in the damp hair between his thighs, his nails scrapped the base of Lebeau’s shaft and then pulled back.  It took all Remy had to obey and not to plead for more.  Sharp teeth tore into the side of Remy’s neck where it had last night, opening the old wound.  The scent of blood teased Logan’s primal scenes and he growled a pleasing snarl to his mate….black eyes blinked as the realization of his train of thinking dawned on him.  The lust haze his mind had been willingly plummeting into was washed away faster then his claws could retract.  It was one thing to call out some random endearment when in the throws of lust but he had just mentally thought of Remy as his mate. 

 

Slowly, as if it hurt him to do so, Logan pulled the thick digits from Remy’s tight ass and washed his hands off again.  Remy groaned softly, not wanting Logan to stop but he let him go as the older mutant slid from the shower and exited the room into his bed chamber.  A single brow lifted on Remy’s face.  Had he done something wrong?  A swift breath was taken and released in a huff.  He quickly rinsed his hair and turned of the water that had begun to get slightly chilly.  Logan wasn’t kidding; the hot water went fast.  He pulled a towel around his hips and knocked on the bedroom door, waiting for Logan to bid him enter rather then just pushing his way in this time.  There wasn’t an answer for some time then the door slowly opened as Logan stepped away.  Remy entered and fell to lie on the soft bed.  He watched Logan with that same lifted brow.  The older male looked…troubled, almost unease with him lying there.

“You wan ta talk Logan?”  Logan looked up to the reflection of Remy in his mirror as he ran a brush through his short hair, a brow lifting as well.

“’Bout what?”  He paused and set the brush down, turning to look at Remy more intently.  An annoyed expression crossed his feature.  “You are drippin’ on my bed Gumbo.”  Remy pulled himself up on the other side of the bed and began to towel himself off.  It was so cold that the warmth of the bed was dearly missed. 

“’Bout what happen last night, ‘bout what happen in der?”  Logan shrugged and went back to brushing.  Remy swiftly pulled on a pair of jeans and a light, tight fitting T-shirt, just enough to keep the chill off him.  “I mean, well…what you wan ta do now?”  Logan put his brush away and turned to look at his teammate.

“Let’s not over analyze it hmm?  It happened, it was nice and all, but it’s over.”  Remy’s heart sunk.  Over?  Something sparked in the back of his mind and Remy grew angry.  His emotion of betrayal came first in such a strong wave he didn’t sense the hesitation and regret in Logan’s body.

“So it was just a mercy fuck.  You only use Remy ta get off and now ya t’row him out in de snow with de wolfs?”  Those crimson eyes were blazing with anger and he folded his arms over his chest with a growl in his throat.  Logan was slightly taken aback by the reaction.  He hadn’t expected Remy to care about this.  Everyone on the team saw him with lover after lover.  It was like an addiction with the kid, or at last something he loved to do.  Who was Logan to press his emotions on the playboy and force him to change?  Though deep in his gut something wanted Logan to speak up, tell Remy how he was feeling, he refused to entertain the idea. 

“It ain’t nothin’ kid.  I know ya like to sleep around.  That’s why you came here wasn’t it?  Get in my pants and then be on your way.”  He shrugged as a light sweater was pulled over his head and he met those blazing and…hurt eyes.  Maybe he had been wrong. 

“Fuck you!”  Remy slammed the door behind him as he left the bedroom.  That growl had turned to a snarl.  So Logan only wanted a quick fuck from the X-Slut.  Fuck him, and fuck them all.  Though he had to admit, all the others saw of him was another cheep woman hanging on his arm or an overly aggressive man leaving his room in the predawn hours.  Storm had said for years he would not be so lucky one day and catch something.  Damnit.  Why Logan, why the one person he thought might care for a change?  Hadn’t they grown close over the years and capped it off the last month or so with all their late night chats?  Remy felt hot liquid sting his eyes and he forced it back.  No, he wouldn’t fucking cry over a waste like Logan. 

Well, he knew someone that wasn’t getting pancakes this morning.

 

Logan sat on the bed in his room, looking at the slammed door Remy had just run out of and blinked.  Well, that wasn’t what he predicted at all.  Had he really been that off?  Remy was here for more then a hard night of sex?  This unsettled him, not so much that he might be wrong but that he might have hurt his companion.  It took him several moments to swallow enough pride, but he stood and left the room, finding Remy in the kitchen, making said pancakes.  They smelled good, the warm scent filled the entire cabin as the snow fell hard outside.  Logan stepped up behind him and placed a palm to Remy’s shoulder.  He shrugged it off with a faint hiss.

“Look, kid, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean ta hurt your feelings.  I just thought, well, you know.  I didn’t know you cared about this.”  Remy placed the tenth of the stack of fluffy cakes on the tall tower and set the pan down with a clunk.  He hadn’t meant to make so many it just happened that way. 

“Leave me be Wolverine, Remy don need your pity.”  Logan folded his arms over his broad chest and leaned back against the counter.  Looking up to Lebeau’s damp head, he sighed.  This was going to take more pride swallowing then he thought. 

“It ain’t pity Swamp rat.”

“Den what is it Logan?  Remy don have de heart to take another night of it, whatever it tis.”

“I like ya, alright, I do.  I just don’t know how to go about it.”  Remy stopped cleaning the pan and turned around to meet the other’s eyes.  “I’ve cared ‘bout you for a while, I jus…well.”  He tried to put it into words, but Logan and words just were two forces that didn’t seem to work well together.  Remy smiled slightly.

“You like Remy?  More den just a frien’ Logan?”  Logan drew in a breath and gave a curt nod.  Geh, this really wasn’t his style, but he supposed a few things needed to be said on the matter.

“Yeah kid.”

“You dun t’ink he just some slut?”  Logan blinked.

“Who ever told you that?”  Remy shrugged.

“People.”

“No, I don’t think you are just some slut.”  Remy smiled a little more.  “If you’re anything, you’re my slut.”  Logan smirked and Remy narrowed his gaze at him. 

“You mean dat Logan, Remy yours?” 

“That’s what I said, ain’t it?”  With a slight step forward, Remy placed his hands on Logan’s hips and bent to pay those hard lips a warm kiss.  Logan growled into his mouth and pulled the other firmly into him.  The pancakes were forgotten.

 

 

For the second time today, Remy woke up with a sensitive rear and an even more sensitive member resting comfortably under him.   This time he knew exactly where Logan was, draped over his back and nuzzling into his neck.  Both had enjoyed another tumble under the sheets and now the warm fire that had heated them for so long was dying out.  This allowed the cold chill from the window over head to seep under the covers of Logan’s bed and into Remy’s senses.  Nuzzling back against the warm body beside and partly on top of him, he shivered and pulled his nude legs up closer to his chest.  The small movement pulled Logan from his lazy nap and one dark eye came open to watch the mass of shivering flesh beside him.  A smile pulled his hard lips but soon enough he yawned and pulled himself out of bed. 

That stocky frame slowly paced over to the fire and stirred it up.  Tossing a few more logs on the dying embers as Remy pulled the covers over his head and moved into the warm spot Logan had left behind.  The heat increased dramatically as the flames sparked and cracked to life again.  Logan soon made his way over to the bed and pulled back the covers, causing Remy to yelp from the cold blast and curl up harder into that fetal position.  Logan chuckled and lowered back to the soft cotton sheets.  Remy immediately pulled up next to him and wrapped his chilled body around the warmer occupant.

“Remy t’ink you tryin’ to freeze him ta death Logan.”  Logan only smiled and kissed that slightly blue mouth. 

“Nah, just make sure you have a good reason to stay close.”  With a smirk he wrapped an arm around Logan’s chest, tucking himself firmly up against his lover. 

“Logan?”  Remy flashed a teasing smile.

“Hmm?”

“Remy in your bed.”

 

-Fin

 

(Author’s note: I might go back and give some more detail about what happened at the cabin, they are there for a month after all.  However I have a rather long story line in mind and so I’m moving on to the next part…the next chapters in the same story?  Something like that.  Look for “Der’s no place like Home,” coming out soon!)