With an audible gulp, he moved back a step. "Don' know, Logan," he said
hesitantly.

"I ain't inta pain, Rem. Wanna make ya feel good like you've never felt
before," I promised soberly. "Look, we'll use a safe word. If I scare ya
too much or hurt ya in any way, just say the word and I'll stop."

"Jus' like dat?"

"Yep. You say... ummm... 'stop'... no, you have to say it in French." I
waited.

"'Arret'," he supplied.

"Fine. Ya say that, and I'll untie ya and leave."

"Y' won' get angry?"

"No, I won't. Look, bondage games ain't for everyone. And, no one plays the
game the same way. The control is what turns me on. Having it. Watching
you as you lose yers. If ya trust me enough ta hand that control over, I...
I think ya'll like it. But, if not we just forget the whole thing. No harm,
no foul."

Still, he hesitated, chewing on his lower lip in indecision. "I watch, Remy.
I listen. I hear more that anyone knows. Ya got a rep, kid. That's what
they're fucking. I wanna show you that at least one person sees behind the
mask you wear. Yer pleasure, no more, Remy LeBeau. *That's* what this is
about tonight."

He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "'Kay, Logan. Remy'll try."

"Then come on over here," I said softly, afraid to spook him at this point.

His feet dragged as he approached me slowly. "Logan-"

"Shhh," I murmured, rising to my feet. "Relax, kid." Soothingly, I rubbed
his shoulders as I leaned forward to nuzzle at his neck. "Mmmm, you taste
good."

"Ah... Merci?"

His voice was shaky but he tilted his head to one side, silently asking me to
continue.

So far, so good.

"Remy, I'm going ta undress ya and tie ya ta those handy posts on yer bed.
All ya have ta do is keep quiet and enjoy what I do to ya."

He shivered. "Quiet? Y' mean I can' talk?"

I moved my oral attentions along his jawline. "Yep. That's the only rule,
Rem, no talking. Appreciative noises are welcome, though." A thought
occurred. "Ya ain't a talker in bed, are ya?"

"Non," he whispered.

"A screamer?"

"Ummm-"

It was waaay too soon for a gag, this being his first time. Toys would come
later, if there was a 'later'. I shrugged and chuckled. "Okay, then. If ya
get the urge to yell, let me know - I'll muffle ya with my hand."

"Mon Dieu," he said weakly.

I couldn't wait to see his body, so I started undressing him, as slowly as
possible under the circumstances. Christ! Long and lean and just downright
beautiful, he made my mouth water in anticipation. Once he was naked, I led
him to the bed and guided him down to lie against the pillows. Once he was
arranged to my satisfaction, I stepped back to view him in appreciative
silence.

"Christ, Rem! Yer one beautiful man."

He shyly looked away, then turned back and opened his mouth to speak. "One
word, Remy," I reminded him. "Say 'arret' and this ends right now."

I took the negative shake of his head to mean I should continue.

"Okay, then." Holding up the scarves, I raised one eyebrow. "Ready?"

His nod was hesitant, but his arms and legs readily moved towards the
bedposts. I tied his right arm, then watched him test the knot and strength
of the fabric. I smelled his sudden fear and sat on the edge of the
mattress. "This," I held up the free end of the scarf, "is a quick release
knot. One pull and yer free."

Reassured, he sighed and relaxed. I took several moments to reward him by
investigating every square inch of his arm. Each nibble, lick and kiss was
greeted with sighs and moans. Once I'd finished sucking on each of his
fingers, I moved on. His other three limbs received equal time, to his
enthusiastic response.

"You okay, there, kiddo?"

"Oui."

The blush that followed his lapse was just so damned cute... I could only
glare at him in mock anger and shake my head. "I'll give ya that one fer
free. Just don't let it happen again."

Chagrined, he nodded.

Snorting at my leniency, I headed into the bathroom. "Gonna go wash up," I
told him. Grinning, I couldn't help but tease, "Don't leave while I'm gone."

***

Remy:

Oooh. That bastard. That no good, smart-assed, smug *bastard*. Helpless, I
waited for Logan to come back, eager to get this show on the road.

When he returned - after taking a *very* long time to 'clean up' - he was
naked. Merde! I'd seen him in the locker room - and in that form-fitting
uniform we all wore on missions. This, though... God above, there was
something so different - so intimate - about seeing him naked, erect, and
staring at my body with lust clear in his eyes!

Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to touch him. The fur on his chest
fascinated me, as did his muscled frame, covered with golden skin and...
hair. I briefly tried to recall if any of my past lovers' had been this
hairy. No. No, they hadn't. I wondered why I'd never realized how much
body hair turned me on. Why hadn't I known this about myself?

With fists clenched around the fabric binding my wrists, I watched his
approach with mixed dread and anticipation. My breathing increased as he
moved closer, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on my skin, a rash of
goosebumps covering my skin as my nipples hardened.

Logan paused at the edge of my bed. "Mine," he breathed. "All mine."

I had no argument with that.

Lowering himself to sit on the mattress beside me, he reached out one hand,
trailing the fingers across my chest. To my shame, I couldn't help but
flinch at his touch.

He paused, lifting his eyes to meet mine and regarding me seriously. "One
word," he reminded.

Unable to speak, I lowered my shields and let him feel how much I wanted
this, despite my hesitation and fear.

"Good," he purred. "Excellent."

I swallowed heavily and averted my eyes, waiting to see what he'd do next.

"Ya sure, kid? Ya do trust that I won't hurt ya, right?"

Surprised by the clear doubt in his voice, I turned my head to meet his eyes.
Speech was beyond me, so I nodded and opened my eyes wide in an unspoken
plea. Again, I sent him a pulse of need and want and excitement.

"Okay, kid. I ain't gonna keep ya waiting this time." With a light touch,
Logan started to skim his fingers over me. Starting at the top - my face -
and slowly working his way down, he stroked every available inch of my skin
with one notable exception. Very deftly, he avoided my genitals, grinning
widely at the incoherent sounds I couldn't control.

When I arched pleadingly, silently begging him to touch me *there*, he shook
his head. "All in good time," he said. "We don't want to rush things now,
do we?"

Oh yes, we do, I screamed inwardly. We want very much to rush things.

And that was the last coherent thought my poor brain produced. His
surprisingly soft fingers were followed by his lips, tongue and teeth. I
writhed and panted each time he located a previously unknown hot spot on my
skin. Straining at the restraints, not trying to escape, reveling in his
attentions, accepting that all he wanted from me was my pleasured response, a
far corner of my mind knew that I'd have marks on my wrists in the morning.
I just couldn't bring myself to care. The knowing smirk I'd undoubtedly
receive from Scott was the last thing on my mind.

Logan was right, you see. Once I gave in to the restraints and allowed it to
be all about *me*...

"Ready, kid?"

I had lost the ability to understand coherent speech, so I just nodded
automatically. When his hot, hot mouth engulfed my cock, I yelled with
surprised pleasure. Only later, once my brain was no longer mush, did I
realize that he'd done this before. I couldn't have cared less. Silently,
fervently, I thanked every man he'd practiced on, learned from.

Orgasm gathered low in my belly, and I whimpered pleadingly.

Logan redoubled his efforts, grunting encouragement, and I was airborne.
Nothing existed for me except his mouth, his tongue, the sounds he made. He
felt it coming and covered my mouth with one hand, muffling my screams of
ecstasy.

"Logan," I begged once I'd regained the power of speech, "fuck me."

Shaking his head and grinning, Logan methodically released my restraints.
"Not this time. We'll work up to that in time."

"Non," I protested. "I wan' t' watch... while you come inside of me."

"Sorry, darlin'. Aside from the fact that I came when ya did, I won't push
ya. When yer ready, we'll fuck."

"Y' came? 'Cause o' Remy?"

"Sure did," he confirmed.

"Den... I... this... it was good?"

With a snort, Logan rolled of off the bed. "Don't ask stupid questions,
kid," he grumbled as he sauntered into the bathroom.

"Y'll wan' t' do dis 'gain, cher?"

No response, just the sounds of water running and splashing.

My stomach threatened to drop right through the floor at his nonanswer when
Logan walked back into the bedroom and stood at my beside, staring at me
intently. Before I could panic,, he spoke, "I'll be back," he said shortly.
He climbed into bed and pulled me into his arms. "Now, go ta sleep, Cajun."

"Y're stayin?"

"Fer now. I don't sleep well, so don't be surprised if I'm gone when you
wake in the morning."

I carefully arranged the blanket and pillow to my satisfaction, snuggled
against Logan's chest, and fell asleep.

***