Hand Me Down Heart

There was a gentle hand on Hank's shoulder. He snapped awake.
He lifted his massive head from where it lay amongst his papers. He
blinked at the young man who was connected to the hand. "Remy? Are
you alright?"

"Oui, Henri." Affection colored the words. "You the one who
ain't all right, mon ami. And don' bother lyin' to Remy, y' know he's
speakin' true."

A rueful smile spread across Hank's face. Trust Gambit to be
the one to reach out across all the troubles in order to cheer him
up. "All right, my friend, I admit that I am not performing at my
optimal levels recently."

"Y' in mournin', Henri. But y' feelin' mighty guilty and that
ain't right. We got to get y' out of this place before y' get sick.
Come on, cher. Time t' watch the moon shining on the lake. It'll
settle y'r soul some." Remy tugged on the doctor's arm, knowing that
he'd never be able to shift Hank if the doctor didn't want to move.
Hank let himself be led out to the backyard by his insistent Cajun
guide.

What he saw as they neared their destination made his jaw
drop. "This is a veritable feast!"

"Yup," Logan said lighting the last of the thick, white,
pillar candles. "Me and the kid worked all day on it, so sit yer big,
blue butt on a pillow and enjoy it."

Hank settled down on the soft grass.

"There are pillows f' a reason," Remy chided.

"I like the grass. Did you prepare all of this?"

"Oui. And Logan helped me get it just right."

Hank nibbled at a large petite-four and moaned in pleasure.
The treats were just the right size for his fingers. The mug filled
with sweet, spiced wine to accompany the main dish of roast beef was
Hank's favorite -- the one that fit his finger. Potatoes and green
beans nestled cozily with sweet treats and meat.

The conversation was free-ranging from philosophy to movies
and Hank found his shoulder relaxing. "Why don't y' take off y'r
jacket, Henri?" Remy asked during a lull in the discussion. Hank
pulled off the lab coat and Remy folded it away with the basket that
the dinner leftovers had been packed away in. They sipped beer, the
spiced wine long since finished off.

Remy stroked through the long, blue fur of Hank's leg as they
talked. "Merde, y're soft, Henri. Knew y' had soft hands. Didn't know
about it bein' soft all over."

"Kitty once called me a teddy bear." Hank sighed. It had been
a long time since anyone had looked beyond his fur to the man inside.
He'd been nothing but a cuddly stuffed animal for years. Even Trish
had only seen his mind. She'd rarely if ever kissed him. He enjoyed
the petting he was receiving, but he wished it would lead to
something more. He knew, however, that Remy had committed to Logan
and pushed the fantasy away.

"Never had a teddy bear," Remy commented. "Less'n y' count
the one Rogue gave me f' Christmas last year."

"Nope. That was a bad taste bear. Don't count."

"How come y' know that, cher?"

"Kid, it came with a ball gag and handcuffs. It ain't fer
kids. That's why it ain't in yer room no more."

"T'ief." They all shared a laugh at that. "Y' let Remy brush
out y'r fur, M. Bete?"

Hank stared for a moment at the brush in the Cajun's hand. It
was the well-used wooden brush hank had had for years. He rarely used
it anymore. He shrugged. That isn't necessary."

Remy pouted and Logan snorted. "Let the brat have his way or
he'll drive us nuts," the Canadian counseled.

Hand found a smile on his lips. "As you wish, my dear Cajun."

"Merci," Remy said sweetly. He knelt behind the larger man
and slowly, methodically combed out Hank's fur. The doctor found
himself being distracted from the conversation by the feel of the
brush and the gentle stroking of Remy's fingers down his spine. The
long, dangerous fingers seemed to unerringly find his most sensitive
spots. He saw Logan smirking at him.

"What is it, Logan?" Hank said in what he considered a
surprisingly even voice.

"Brat's getting' to ya ain't he, Hank?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Logan snickered. "No shame in it, bub. Yer one of the few
friends the boy's got, that we both got actually. I don't mind
sharing."

Hank blinked, certain that the alcohol was affecting his
mind. "I'm sure I misheard you. What did you just say?"

"I don't mind sharin'."

"Come on, Henri," Remy whispered into the doctor's ear,
wrapping his arms around the thick shoulders. "Don't y' want me?
T'ought you liked this po' boy."

"hank patted Remy's wrist. "I do like you, Remy," he
soothed. "But I don't think. . ."

"Come on, Blue, live a little." Logan squeezed Hank's
knee. "Think how nice it'd be to feel him wrapped around yer cock.
Know it's been a while. Ya need this, boy."

Hank felt his cheeks darken as he flushed. "Logan I. . . I
never considered. . ."

"You wanna feel him in y', cher?" Remy purred. "Or Remy
mebbe? Fillin' y', makin' y' remember what it's like t' feel?"

"Hank licked his lips. "This isn't the time or place for
this."

"This is the perfect time and place. The rest of the crew is
off relaxin'. Hell, even Chuck went to visit Moira. Just the three of
us."

Hank's reserve faltered and a glimmer of the adventurer in
him, the part that loved the fight and thrived on adrenaline, began
to shine behind his eyes.

"Ain't no one here to tell us it ain't right. Ain't no one
who's gonna be disturbed if ya need to howl to the moon when ya
finally find some release."

Remy nuzzled at Hank's throat. "Sil t' plait?"

Hearing the intimate version of "please" was what finally
undid the last of Hank's reluctance. "Yes," he said softly.

Remy's arms tightened. "Tell m', cher. Tell m' all y'r
fantasies."

"That, my dear Cajun, will take far too long," Hank
stated. "I'd rather show you. But inside. I may go by Beast, but I
prefer a bed."

Remy grinned. He winked at Logan over Hank's shoulder. "Which
bed?"

"Any bed. Mine, however, is the largest. And the sturdiest."
Hank felt his spirits rising along with the shadow of fear that this
was all a big joke. "Shall we?"

Lemme grab this shit and we'll move the party indoors." Remy
moved to help Logan and got his hand smacked. "Save yer strength,
kiddo. Yer gonna need it." Logan grinned at Hank who caught the Cajun
around his waist and swung him up to carry him inside. Remy laughed,
lips parting in a sunny smile that Hank hadn't seen in quite awhile.
Logan dumped the things on the porch and held open the back door.
Remy squirmed in Hanks' arms as they entered the house. He rubbed his
cheek against the doctor's shoulder as his fingers sought the fur-
hidden nipples.

Hank did his level best to ignore the treatment, but it was
getting harder and harder to do so. His body was starved for contact
and his control wasn't good enough to prevent him from responding.
Logan locked the door and followed the doctor to his bedroom. He
looked around curiously and found it a surprisingly sterile place.
Hank's real room was the study in his lab, a mess of controlled chaos
with a leather recliner.

Hank dropped Remy onto the bed. Remy squeaked in outrage.
Then, he was kicking off his boots and reaching for Logan's belt
buckle with one hand and Hank's Bermuda shorts with the other. "Don't
get greedy. Yer gonna get whatever Hank decides. Got it?"

"You don't got to stay if'n y're gonna give me lip, cher,"
Remy snapped back. "Me and Henri'll be just fine."

Hank shook his head in wonder. Then, Remy's hand was pulling
on his shorts. "You first." The thief pouted, but Hank held firm.
Remy pulled his tee-shirt up and over his head, then tossed it in the
direction of the door. Then, he shimmied out of his jeans. Hank's
mouth began to water as he looked over the young man. Logan's shirt
joined the Cajun's and his jeans followed in short order. Logan
tugged Hank's shorts down and off as the doctor gently tasted Remy's
lips.

Logan found himself receiving the same treatment a moment
later. Hank disengaged gently from the kiss. "Share him with me?"

Logan grinned. "How you want to play this?"

"Remy watched the two of them with a little frown. Hank
considered. Remy leaned back on his elbows.

"I want in."

"Go fer it." Remy's eyes were half-closed. His cock hardened
with the gentle touch of Hank's fingers on his cheek. He tipped his
face into the gesture.

"I want to fuck you." Remy's eyes snapped open, dilating in
surprise as Hank leaned closer. "I want to watch you stretch to
accommodate me while I push into the deepest, tenderest piece of your
body. And I want to watch you suck me while Logan prepares you for
me."

Logan found the tube of slick in the nightstand. Some things
were universal. By the time he turned back to the bed, Remy was
nuzzling Hank's balls. He watched his lover licking along the thick
purple shaft. He settled on the bed next to the tableau. Hank's eyes
were only on the Cajun as Logan slicked up his fingers and prodded
the small entrance to Remy's rear.

Remy took as much of Hank as he could in once mouthful just
as Logan's fingers entered him in one sharp motion and started
stretching him. For one suspended heartbeat Remy panicked as old
memories tried to swim up. But then, Hank was stroking his cheek and
down his throat, coaxing him into taking more of the large cock.

Hank was bigger than Logan in both length and width and Remy
had to concentrate in order to relax enough to deep throat him. Logan
had added another finger. Hank's eyes took in the surprise and
pleasure in the red eyes. His fingers stroked Remy's throat, wanting
to fill that deep wet space. A moment of defiance in the thief's eyes
made him think it was too much. Then he felt the quick breaths across
his skin and understood.

Remy pulled back a few inches, then took Hank in, swallowing
convulsively around the thickness. The gasp was worth the effort.
Hank's fingers spasmed in Remy's hair. He let out a low moan as he
came. There was no question of pulling out until the clench of
muscles relaxed. The slow burn of stretching caught Remy's attention
as Logan's fingers twisted and trust, then was lost in the rise of
panic from having his airway completely cut off. Just before the
black began to creep in, making Remy's erection strain, Hank's
fingers eased and his cock softened. Remy pulled back, dragging in
are and lapping at the tip, cleaning it. Hank stiffened soon enough
and Logan offered him a condom and lube. Logan's own cock was hard,
the veins beginning to show on it.

Hank put on the condom carefully, then caught Logan by the
back of the neck and kissed him. Logan fell into the kiss, for the
first time feeling fangs on the other side of the kiss and wondering
at the danger of it.

Remy watched the two older men kissing. He stroked his cock,
letting their emotions blend with his own. Logan caught hold of
Remy's wrists. "Soon, babe. Soon." Then, still pinning the slender
wrists in one large hand, he returned to the kiss with Hank. Remy's
knees were spread and his lips were parted as he panted in breaths.
He wanted to stroke himself. The living picture in front of him was
too much. He licked his lips as the two men parted. Then, Hank was
behind him and Logan was in front. Logan caught Remy in a fierce
kiss, tasting Hank on his lover's tongue.

Hank pressed forward and up. He moved slowly, letting Remy
adjust as the tight passage stretched to accommodate his width,
wrapping it in heat. Then, Remy shifted and Hank found the way eased
for a moment. Up, in, deeper and deeper he moved.

Remy whimpered into the kiss that muzzled him. Logan knew how
to keep his Cajun distracted to ease the way. Remy's hips moved in
concert with the firm grip that worked his cock, driving him back
onto Hank's cock and forward into Logan's palm. Then, he was fully,
deeply split and Hank's hands clamped down on Remy's hips. Before
Remy could think, his mouth was filled with cock and his own cock was
left alone.

Hank and Logan's eyes met in a silent, electric accord. They
started to move in unison, leaving Remy oh so empty for a torturous
moment before refilling him to the bursting point. Remy did his best
to relax and let his lovers support him. The sensation of being so
fully used from both ends was overwhelming. Hank and Logan were
engaged in a circuit of their own, neither wanting to come first.

Then, Remy came, milking Hank's cock and invading both men's
minds with his own pleasure. They both came, plunging deep into him.
Time hung suspended for a moment until their brains reconnected with
their bodies. Logan withdrew first, catching his nearly boneless
lover and leaning him back into hank. Hank gathered Remy close and
laid there, holding him. He slid free of the young man's body with a
profound sense of loss, warring with completion. Logan joined them a
moment later, armed with a washcloth.

He cleaned up his lovers, carefully discarding the used
condom. Remy snuggled into Hank's shoulder, one hand reaching blindly
for Logan. Logan wove their fingers together and laid down on the
opposite side of Hank.

"How long did you plan for the?" Hank asked.

"Nearly a month." Logan smiled. "I wasn't sure you'd go fer
it, but ya needed it bad."

"Remy?"

A soft snore answered him.

Logan shook hi head. "You know the kid's an empath right? Yer
pleasure's his pleasure. He loves ya. Maybe more as a brother some
days, than others, but he'd do anything fer ya, Blue. I know he don't
show affection real easy, but it's there."

"Thank you."

"Anytime, Hank. Any time."

FINIS