Pairings: Logan/Remy
Warnings: R-NC-17
Summary: Basically, I was in the shower and listening to Madonna's True Blue album. Live To Tell just seemed to fit Remy's situation. So, I guess this is after all the Antarctica events, when he did come back.
Notes: Live To Tell belongs to Madonna. Logan and Remy belong to Marvel.
Author: SisterWine
 

I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well

Logan watched as the dark and slender figure walked along the beach. The fading sunset was doing its best to conceal the silouette. Logan saw Remy just fine. His white t-shirt, faded blue jeans that were now soaked from the knees to ankles. Silken auburn hair whipped loosely in the gentle breeze coming from the shore. He was making his way to Logan, slowly.

I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall

Remy's head had been hung in sadness/shame for about 4 days now. On one note, he was happy to be opted for a Re-con job in California. On the other hand, he wasn't willing to have a short fuse like Logan to keep him company. He noted that logan hadn't forced him to acknowledge past events, or the humility. In fact, Logan was just someone to keep Gambit on track.

A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well

The sand felt nice. Wet, and smooth beneath his feet. He liked the way it felt between his toes. The sun had been hot all day, yet the water and the wet sand had been cool to him. He managed to keep his mind on his work and he and Logan had retrieved what they were supposed to. Now it was his time.

Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, 'till then

Logan was leaning against the porch railing, watching as Remy made his way to the steps and stopped as he realized he was being watched.

It will burn inside of me

"Just how long are you gonna mope around, Gumbo?" Logan turned so that his body faced Remy. He leaned on the rail with his left arm, and clapsed his hands together. He looked at the kid's blank stare and then turned back to face the now dark ocean. Remy, not saying a word, came to stand beside Logan and copied his stance. "Look, you can cut the quiet act, kid. I aint here to judge ya."

I know where beauty lives
I've seen it once, I know the warm she gives

Remy looked at Logan, still silent and then opened his mouth to say something but looked away as he realized, there was nothing to say. At all.

Logan took the opportunity to place a calm hand on Remy's back and rub the kid's shoulder blades. "Mopin around here aint gonna make anyone change their mind about you. And she will come around soon. Now, you hungry?"

The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you can't take that from me

Remy sighed and followed Logan into the beachfront house. Hands in his pockets, and wiping his
feet off with the towel Logan had tossed him, he kept his eyes on the floor. The cool creme carpet, although stiff and short, made him smile to himself as the coolness washed over him. The bright flourescent light hurt his eyes.  Remy draped the towel over the chair beside the sliding glass door
and shut and locked the door. He sat down in a chair at the small bar that looked in to the over-sized kitchen. He sighed again and but continued to stare at the carpet, with his back to Logan.

"Get outta those wet clothes. You aint catchin cold on my shift." A gruff voice jolted Remy back to reality of where he was. When Remy didn't comply, Logan dropped his knife that he had been using
to cut up some tenderloin strips and started walking around the bar to help Remy find his bedroom.

Before Logan reached him, Remy jumped back and stood up in a start. "I'm goin." His voice was barely over a whisper. Slowly, and in his same depressed manner, he made his way to his bedroom.

The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well

Logan watched the kid. He hadn't bothered to shut the door behind him, just started taking off his clothes until he was down to his boxers. Logan noted that not even the light was on, so all he could see was the kid's frail outline and his white boxers that sort of hung off of his thin hips. Moving closer to the doorway, Logan made sure the kid didn't spot him. As he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, he noted that the kid had begun to shiver and sob quietly to himself.

If I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again

Remy kept his back to Logan, but didn't move to either put on his clean and dry clothing he laid on the end of the bed, or turn around and rush into Logan's arms. Instead, he put a trembling hand to his mouth as if to force back his sobs. Remy felt sick. He wanted to sit down. He wanted to scream out in anger. More than that, he wanted to be held and reassured that it would all be okay in the morning.

As if on cue, Logan unfolded his stance and moved from the doorframe to Remy in a lucid motion. Turning the kid around, and letting Remy wrap his arms around him, he held Remy there for a moment before guiding him back to sit down on the bed. Pushing the kid down, Logan was startled by soft, tear-wet lips brushing against his.

If I ran away, I'd never have the strength
To go very far

Logan froze. He wasn't quite ready for that movement from the kid. He'd guessed it had something to do with being "vacant" for so long. Remy needed someone to let him know he was still alive? Pulling back, red on black eyes met Logan's. Logan saw all the tension and worry in the kid's eyes. His first thought was that the kid was afraid he was going to be disgusted by the kiss and storm out of the room after throwing the kid into a wall. But, he didn't. No harsh hands, no fury building in his gut. Logan merely nodded and sat beside the kid, with his arm around thin shoulders.

"Je suis desole, Logan."

How would they hear the beating of my heart
Will it grow cold

"Don't worry about it, kid. Wanna talk about it?" Logan searched the kid's profiled face for an answer.

"Non." Softly said.

The secret that I hide, will I grow old

Letting the kid rest his head on his shoulder, Logan had started rubbing the kid's soft, cool back.

How will they hear

They sat in silence for a long while, before Logan pushed himself off the bed and took a step in the direction of the open door.

"Non, don' go, cher. Remy don' wan't'be alone no more. Sil vouz plait?" Remy had grabbed hold of Logan's wrist and was gently tugging him back to the bed.

Logan growled low enough so that the kid didn't hear it.

When will they learn

Remy did more than just pull Logan back to sit beside him. He leaned back, until he was lying flat on his back and pulled the older man overtop of him. Looking into Logan's eyes, Remy hesitated for a moment. Before long, he regained his nonchalant composure, and brought a firm kiss up to Logan, who - much to Remy's surprise- kissed him back.

How will they know

It had begun. Logan's strong hands came to rest at either side of Remy's lean shoulders. "We shouldn't be doin this, kid. Might be too traumatizin for you."

Half laughing-half smirking, Remy's steady hands had already started unbuttoning Logan's jeans and sliding them down his hips. Remy could feel the heat coming off Logan's body with every movement. Letting the tips of his fingers glide over Logan's hardness, he smiled even moreso, to himself. How
he ached for another body next to his.

A man can tell a thousand lies

Taking a hand, Logan traced the kid's taut jaw line, tickling the young man beneath him. Logan was impressed, the kid knew how to use a razor. Logan was so busy paying attention to Remy's jawbone, he didn't notice the kid slide his jeans from his waist and then move to remove his own. Pleading red on black eyes told Logan just to go with the flow of things. His instincts told him otherwise.

I've learned my lesson well

Smiling, Remy guided his own boxers to his ankles and kicked them off onto the floor. He moved a hand to his own legnth and gave it a few short tugs. Remy moved his legs further apart and slowly eased Logan's hardness to his tight entrance. Just before he was penetrated, Logan pulled back slightly. "Shhh. C'est exacte." Playing gentle kisses across the older man's lips, Remy licked his fingers until they were near dripping with moisture, and placed them on the tip of Logan's hard crown. Again, Remy placed Logan at his tight entrance, only this time, he guided the older man's full grown legnth into him. Hissing in pain, he stopped, only to have Logan take over.

Hope I live to tell

Logan placed a hand on Remy's lean hip, and then eased himself in so that he was fully inserted into Remy's tight warmth. Logan grinned as Remy's face displayed an array of shock and pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. He pulled out only to push back in, each thrust was advancing in speed and pressure.

The secret I have learned, 'till then

They kissed again. Remy let Logan lead the way and pound into his frail body.

It will burn inside of me

Their lust continued until they were both about to give in. Grunting, squirming, hissing, and smiling. Remy had met Logan's timely and hard thrusts in tune. Even taking the liberty to bring himself to climax. In time, he and Logan were near completing exstacy.

Logan's orgasm was building like wildfire. When he finally gave his last thrust, his claws released
and his teeth ground eachother. Letting his head tilt up as he came, he waited till his orgasm subsided before looking down at a shocked yet still excited Remy. Wolverine took a closer look at the scene and hadn't noticed his claws were now stuck into the bed on either side of Remy's lean body, nearly missing the kids ribcage by litteraly centimetres. His hands had continued to hold on to the kid's frail chest, and Remy had been shocked into his own orgasm. Logan watched as the hot, white, thick liquid spilled over the tight and nicely tanned stomache.

tbc....