Title: Righteous Fury

Author: lu (LoganRemy@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: the X-men belong to Marvels...I'm

not making any money.......

Rating: NC-17

Categories: Wolverine/Gambit

Note from author: any comments or

suggestions let me know, remember

it's just for fun.  This takes in

an alternative universe.

 

 

shape shift nose to the wind

shape shift feeling I've been

move swift all senses clean

earth's gift

back to the meaning of wolf and man

 

Metallica

 

Righteous Fury

 

The screams that filled the halls were of pure terror.  Logan knew Jean was in trouble as he raced in the direction of the terrifying sounds.  When Logan got to her, she was bent over her enormous stomach vomiting up her guts in front of the Cajun's room.  Not asking any questions, he scooped up the very pregnant Jean into his powerful arms and ran towards the MedLab.  "Don' try to talk, darl'in, yer gonna be fine." Logan grimaces, wondering where hell Cyke was. 

 

      Bobby had just come up behind the running couple, asking what he could do to help.  Logan roared, "Find Cyclopes and get him down ta the lab.  Tell em Jean not feeling well, got that bub." 

 

      "Logan, please, Remy's in ....." Jean was unable to finish, her head slumped onto his chest.  She'd fainted.

 

      Hank was holding the door to the MedLab when they arrived.  "Put her on this table, what in the world happened, I checked on her a few days ago and she was find."

 

      Wolverine heard the fear in the other man voice and his gut tightened.  "She was screaming the roof down, by the time I got ta her she was puking. She fainted on the way here.  Hank what's wrong, is it the baby?"

 

         "I won't know until I examine her, would you please wait in the hall and keep Scott out there with you. Now go."

 

       Keeping Scott away from his wife was harder than Wolverine had thought it would be.  He finally got him, face down, to the ground and sat on him.  ~God, where was Chuck, the kid would listen to him.~  "Scott, ya can' help her in this condition, ya got ta calm down."  Logan tried to reason.

 

      "Logan, is that necessary?" The Professor asks as he arrived. 

 

      "Get off me, I need to be with her." Scott yelled and bucked, but Wolverine didn't budge.

 

      "Scott you'll only interfere with Hank's examination, Logan please get off Scott." Charles said as he realized the problem.

 

      The three men sat in total silence, each deep in his own thoughts for each loved the women in the MedLab in his own way.  One by one the X-Men came to check on Jean, leaving when Logan's not so pleasing disposition got to them.

 

      One and half hour after Beast had ordered Logan out, he open the door to the lab, "Mother and child are fine, she waiting to see all three of you." Puzzled looks were exchange all around.  "Charles, you need to scan her mind, I will not waste her strength explaining what happened to her and Remy, Logan she want a promise from you, and Scott she wants you to stop worrying.  Come in gentleman."

 

      Scott clung to Jean's free hand, while the others gathered round.  She was white and showed the strain of what she'd been through, but she was smiling at them.  The Professor took a second to read her thoughts and when he turn to Logan he said, "Jean does not want you to go berserker, she want your promise." 

 

Wolverine grinned down at her and promised, "For you, Jeanie anything."

 

      It seems that our security was breached earlier this evening, Sabretooth attempted to kidnap Jean.  Remy heard Jean's screams and went to investigate.  Creed dropped Jean, attacked Remy, knocked him out and then carried him out through Remy's window. She had just made it to the door when you found her.

 

      All he saw was Jean throwing up, no other smells, no sounds, just Jean.  How could he have missed Creed, the stench of him should have been warning enough.  Logan fought to control his anger, he was going to kill Creed for this.  He spoke between clenched teeth,  "What's the bastard want."

 

      "It appears he wants you. Jean believes Sabretooth left clue in Remy's room.  I organizing a team as we speak, you'll be ready to leave in an hour." Charles barely finished speaking before Logan bent over kissed Jean on the forehead.

 

      "Well Chuck I'm leavin' now, I'll keep in touch by cell." For Jean's sake Logan kept his voice cool and even.

 

      "Logan you're endangering Gambit's life, you'll need backup to fight Sabretooth."

 

      "No Chuck, I'm endangering the kid's life by just standing around." Logan turned and left.

 

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      The Cajun's room was jumbled, not as much blood as he thought there'd be.  Remy would live if he got to him soon. A chair and table were turned over and the curtains were torn.  Creed had knocked the kid out and left through the window.  The trail was two hour old, Logan climbed out on the ledge, where there was a piece of red rock that didn't belong there, Creed's sign. Logan followed the scents that led to the garage.  The bastard had taken his jeep.  He had to keep his rage under control until he found Creed, he couldn't afford to screw up, or  the Cajun would die.  He'd just finished an overhaul on the Panhead, it would overtake the jeep in no time. 

 

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      "Hey pretty boy, I know yer awake."  Creed grabbed the slave collar and jerked the Cajun's head around.  Demon red eyes flared at him.  "We're gonna have a good time together boy.  Hope Wolverine takes his time coming for ya."

 

      "Why Wolvie come after me, he don' care bout moi."

 

      "Why, cause I told the pretty lady, I wanted to play a game wid him." A crude laugh erupted from Creed.

 

      Logan didn' trust Gambit, once a thief always a thief.  And he had to put his faith in that man's hands.  He be lucky t' escape with life, Sabretooth and him had a history, Remy knew what that man wanted, his ass in more ways than one.  When Creed got done, Remy would be ripped in two n wish he was dead.  And his only hope was Wolverine. Remy wanted to cry.

 

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      Wolverine knew were Sabretooth was taking the kid, the rock had been the clue.  Logan opened the throttle on the bike, the hunt was on.  He'd have the Cajun in less than an hour and Creed would pay.  Logan did not allow himself to think  about Jean and what that monster had planned to do to her.  The animal rage would over take him.  Chuck taught them to stay out of lose/lose situations. The kid could survive, the scars should mend and Logan would help, not that they were close, the kid had just saved Jeanie and his would be forever grateful.

 

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      Remy couldn't breath; Sabretooth was hauling him up by the collar.  Blood streaming in he eyes prevented him from seeing their destination.  Creed dropped him in a broken pile.  The beating had gone on forever.  Remy knew he had a couple of broken ribs and his shoulder was out of joint.  "Now it's playtime pretty boy." The Cajun should smell the lust streaming off the bastard and knew what was coming.  Sabretooth used his claw and ripped the jeans off him taking a good amount of skin with them.  "Come on Cajun, I wanta see ya hard." Creed's coarse hand wrapped around Remy's soft cock and started yanking.  Remy cried out in pain and dread, the man was gonna turn him into an eunuch.  Sabretooth began lowering his head to Gambit's crotch and he past out. 

 

      Wolverine sauntered into the clearing, never taking his eyes off Creed's mouth.  "Looks like yer havin' a good time, Victor. Plan on castrating the kid, seems he'd be a lot more fun with all his plumbing."

 

      "Wolverine." Sabretooth breathe and released the younger man and the battle was on.

 

      Remy awoke to slashing of metal on flesh, he grabbed between his legs, everything was there. Wet with his own blood he guest, but still there.  Logan had made it in time.  Relief flooded his entire body.  Wolverine was tearing Creed to pieces, enthralled in an animal fervor.  Sabretooth appeared to be just as mesmerized by the battle.  Remy was of no use, there was no way to remove the collar.  He pulled and tugged  but to no avail, he look around for something to pick the lock, but his body and mind were weak from the beating.  Wolverine did not need he help to win but it would end the fight sooner. And Remy wanted to get the hell out of here.

 

 It appeared Creed had had enough.  "Look runt, seems like that perdy boy o' yer is gonna bleed ta death."  Logan turned to check on the kid and Sabretooth was gone.  He walked over to the Cajun and stared into he demon eyes.  "Yer fine ain't ya." 

 

Remy grinned, "Could use some 'elp wid de collar."  Logan reached down sheathing all but one claw. 

 

"How's that Gumbo." Remy rubbed he neck and smiled.  "Merci, Wolvie wouldn' 'ave an extra pair o' pants."  Both men look down to his exposed lower region and laughed.  Damn that kid had a first-rate body.  He didn' even try to cover himself, proud to let it swing in the wind.

 

"Afraid not."  Creed had gotton away, but the kid was in good health.  Jean would be glad.

 

"Logan 'ow's Jeanie. De bastard, 'e dropped 'er on de ground."  The demon eyes had turned hard, intimidating for those who didn' know him, worst for those who did.

 

"She fine and so's the kid.  Lets get some place and clean ya up."  Logan headed for his bike.

 

Remy hadn't been wearing his trench coat, when everything had stared, so Logan let him have his leather jacket to save what little modesty he had, if any.

 

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      They found a roadside motel. Logan went in to get the room. 

 

"One room." the ol' lady behind the counter asked. 

 

"Yeah, and two beds if ya got em.  Do ya know were there's a Wal mart around

these parts?"  She nodded to both and he went out to toss a key to Remy and headed out shopping.

 

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      First thing he notice when he entered the room, was the Cajun sitting in the tub with the bathroom door wide open.  He flung the bags on the second bed, he'd take the first closer to the door.  "Any thing that needs a doctor."

 

      "Non, relocated mon shoulder already and de ribs dey'll heal. But Logan, y' could check Gambit's scalp."  The Cajun leaned over the rim of the tub.

 

      "Sure, ol' mudder Wolverine will take a look." Logan chuckled.  His chuckle soon turned into a growl.  "Get out, I got an  antiseptic for yer cuts, I'll swab it on." The kid was scratched and slash from head to toe.  Remy wrapped a towel around his waist and laid on the bed with the bags.  Face down he waited for Logan to begin.  He started on the kin's head moving the silken auburn hair out of the way.  Dabbing a generous amount and worked his way down.  He had Gambit remove the towel and applied the salve to his butt area.  When he finished the back side his popped the tube in the younger man's hand, "Ya can get the front, Gumbo." And started searching through one of the bags.

 

      "Ah, cher, y're non fun, sure y' don' want t' do dis for Gambit." Remy looked at him through hooded eyes and patted the space next to him.

 

      He knew the Cajun found him attractive, shit he found anything with two legs attractive. First Logan didn' swing that way and second he was nobodies one night fling. "No.   Got some things like toothbrushes and toothpaste, underwear, comb, pants and whatever. The X-Men will be here in the morning ta take ya home and I'm goin’ after Creed."

 

      "Remy going wid y', cher." Nearly flying off the bed to get his point across.  Standing naked in all his glory.  "Y' try and leave Remy, 'e'll follow.  Dat animal tried ta turn dis cock into a hen."  Logan wondered if the kid knew that his anger was causing the blood to rush into his dick.  The kid look down to see what Logan was staring at.  "Sorry, cher."  Using the towel to cover himself.  "I'm going wid' y'."

 

      "Remy you'll slow me down, sides ya need ta have McCoy take a look at ya."

 

      "Remy's going, wid y' or widout."

 

      "Ya better be ready by daybreak or I'll leave ya here."

 

      Both men glared at the other neither willing to give an inch.  Logan broke away first and headed into the bathroom.

 

      Remy could imagined de hot water soaking all that glorious dark hair that covered his entire body.  He had spent many a fantasy thinking about Logan's body, but 'ad never had the guts to act on it.  Logan had always seemed to avoid him, once in while dey hit a bar or something, but never sat around and shot the bull. Now they'd have time to get to know each other. Remy stretch his long sinewy body and crawled under the covers.

                       

      The kid made him nervous, he appeared to look into his sole at times, expecting something from him.   Just when he thought he got it, the kid flipped him that sexy grin, like I'm only fooling.  He was stuck with him until they found Creed, he had a right to get he pound of flesh, and Logan would help him anyway he could.  Remy had saved Jeanie and the baby's life, he owed him.

 

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      Remy was up and ready long before dawn, he was not going to be left behind.  Logan snored, not loud, like he had expected, just a steady soft rhythm. He watched him for quite a while in the night afraid he'd sleep to sound.  Logan also slept naked.   He too, as most men, woke with a morning stiffy, a very impressive one at that.  So close, but unable to touch.  It had been like that with Rouge.  Maybe there was something wrong with him, the ones he loved, he cared about were taboo, while he slept around town with anyone that would spread their legs and there were many.  

 

      That damn kid had watched him most of the night.  Those demon eyes had shown with a vivid intensity as if he would attack at any second.  Gambit had been up and ready long before him.  He was sitting on his bed watching Logan, again.  He was staring at his cock, the damn thing was as hard as rock and standing straight up and it wasn't going down.  Logan had to fight a blush, what was that damn kid trying to do.  He finally got up and headed to the bathroom, dick swaying in the breeze, so to speak.  Demon eyes never missing a single step.  Logan stood under the cold water letting it bring the raging fire in his cock under control.  Then walk out into the sleeping area and grabbed the Cajun by the collar and threw him up against the headboard.  "What ever yer up to, knock it off Gumbo, I don' like it, got it." Wolverine growled, a breath from his face.

 

      Remy wanted to lie, deny anything was up, but he knew better.  "Ouais, Logan, Remy be good."

 

      "One night without a fuck and yer driving me crazy.  Let's go." He released the younger man's shirt and headed for the door.

 

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      Remy's long legs flanked Logan's narrow hips, sinewy arms wrapped around a flat hard stomach.  The engine vibration throbbed though the bike seat, making Remy's dick bounced against Logan's solid ass. He was fighting to keep his body under control and loosing.  He was a creature of passion; the man in front of him was a feral beast at times, no wonder he was attracted to him.  He could feel Logan's body tensing as Gambit became more aroused and began to fear for his life.  Instead of killing the Cajun Logan stopped for breakfast.  The older man only glared at him and stomped off to the restaurant.

 

      Wolverine was finding it more difficult by the mile to ignore the hard-on that kept poking him in the ass.  It was the kid's nature to screw anything, he couldn't help himself.  But the scent he was putting off and the lean body surrounding him, all he needed was for him to start moaning and he would, what ..... take him like an animal.  Logan had sex with women, not men, but it had been a while and the kid was pushing him. When they found Creed he was going make him pay for this, then kill him.

 

     

      Once Logan was out o' sight Remy was able to get himself under control.  He followed him into the restaurant and sat down on the other side of the table.  They ate in silence, avoiding each other completely.  Remy knew why he was out of control, the trauma of almost being mutilated, seeing the older man aroused, and him admitting he cared about what happened to Gambit, and that damn bike.   He wouldn' be surprised if Logan left him here. Wolverine stared at him for a second as if he had something to say, stood and stomped out to the bike leaving Remy to pay the bill.  When Remy mounted behind him a minute later, he was shocked he'd waited.

 

      They found Sabretooth that night in a sleazy honky tonk.  He looked up as the two X-Men entered.  "Runt.  Hey pretty boy, ya come back ta play, ya like it rough?" sneered Creed.  Logan took the stool next to his, "Time to pay, Creed, lets take it outside."

 

      Once outside, Logan dropped, rolled and spun catching Sabretooth in the shin and throwing him off balance.  Creed hit the ground hard.  Wolverine went feral, this would be for keeps.  With a roar that had been growing in his gut since seeing Jean bent over, Wolverine flung his body into at Creed embedding both sets of claws in his chest, piercing his heart.

 

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      They were home long before daybreak.  Each going to his own room to sort out the events of the last couple of days.  In the morning the Professor would debrief them and life would go on.

 

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      They were able to steer clear of each other for the better part of a week.  Remy resumed his nightly seductions, Logan got on with his solitary life, and Jean got rounder.

 

      Remy was home alone and had just decide to take his frustrations and boredom out on a simulation in the danger room.  He needed to completely drain himself, he had been unable to sleep since their return.  Sabretooth's death weight heavy on his conscience.  If ever a man deserved to die it was him, but the Professor had shown him a different way.  And then there was Logan, the man was impossible, he thought they had become friends, but he had barely spoken a word to him since their return.  There had been something between them, he's felt it, but Logan would deny it till the day he died.  The nights were unbearable, he was tired of the homme and femme that desired him, they were not Logan.  His temper was on edge form lack of sleep and far too much tension.  Nobody cared except maybe Stromy, everyone else worry about Jeanie and the baby.  OK he worried, too.      

 

      So deep in thought Remy never heard the sooooch of the door.  Until his very essence was assaulted by the person that was never far from his thoughts these days.   "Mon ami, y' come to play wit' Remy or y' afraid." The Cajun turned and the slight smile he flashed at Logan didn't quit reach his demon eyes. 

 

      "Naw Cajun, I don' wanta play, but if yer ready ta get an ass kicking, I'm all set."

 

      The simulation activated and Remy launched himself into Logan, his fist connected with Wolverine's jaw.  They both went down, Gambit was on top of him in a flash pounding his face in.  Wolverine let out a howl of  rage and threw the Cajun off.  Logan charged Remy, but the thief was fast he dropped down and swept Logan's feet out from under him.  Remy held his staff against Logan's throat daring him to move.  Logan slapped the pole aside at the same time brought the kid down with a kick to his knee.  Logan was on him, claw drawn pressing against his throat.  Neither one were paying attention to the program and were surprised when they were knocked flat on their back by a robot. 

 

      "End sim." Logan had tears streaming down the sides of his face, holding his side as the laughter shook through his body.  He turned his head and smiled at Remy.  The kid still appeared upset.  Remy crawled to Logan, stared into his cold blue eyes and lowered his head to kiss the older man on the mouth.  Using his tongue Remy force Logan's  lips apart and sampled his teeth.  Logan captured the Cajun's head on either side, twisting his finger through the crimson mane, deepening the kiss.  The tongues continued the battle, but of a different sort.  Logan was intoxicated by the taste of him.  His strong stout fingers were massaging the Cajun's scalp while his sampled the inside of his mouth. 

 

      Remy was caught of guard, his anger soon turned to lust.  With no thought to were they where, he threw himself on his prey and began to rip at Wolverine clothing.

 

      Logan let out a howl of  laughter this time, ending the kiss and pushed Remy aside. "Had enough kid."  Logan continued to laugh, one that came from the gut. 

 

      Remy saw no humor in what had just happened and walked out of the room in a huff.

 

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      That night at dinner the topic centered around the baby.  In mere days there would be a new member to the X-Men family.  No one, it seems, strayed far from home, all wanting to be in resident when the blessed event happened.  So the dinning room was packed.   But Remy knew exactly where Logan sat.  His laughter (an unusual occurrence) rang out in the  large room.  It was more like Robin Hood's Merry Men than the X-Men.  And why was Logan  so happy lately and why he so miserable.  Wolvie'd laughed at him this morning,  Logan found his feeling amusing, that why.

 

      "Remy, my dear friend, what troubles you?" Strom asked calmly.

 

      "Not'ing cher, it's just me." Remy replied, a wane smile touching his sinuous lips.

 

      "Will you be staying in tonight? The due date is near." Strom beamed, one could have believed it was her having the baby.

 

      "Remy will be 'ere w'en de al petit arrives, wouldn' miss it for de world.

 

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      Moonbeams were the only light in Remy's room.  He laid on his bed watching the shadow play across the walls.  He was not created to mope around, but here he was.  He refused to think about Logan any longer, but still he did.  Some one knocked on the door, but he ignored it. 

 

      "I know yer in there Cajun, I can smell ya.  Open up."

 

      It was Logan, here to laugh at him again.  "Go away."

 

      Logan turned the knob and the door opened, it was seldom that any one locked a door inside the mansion.  He flipped the light switch as he entered the room closing the door behind him.  "Are ya mad at me for what happened in the danger room, bub?" He stared at the kid, trying to gauge his mood.  The long lean body strength out before him, all sinewy muscles and tan skin a thin sheet the thing covering his lower half.  He swore he could count the kids ribs.  Something he'd been thinking about doing.  But some how he'd pissed him off.  "Well if ya want a rematch let me know." He turned to leave.

 

      "Why so y' can laugh at Remy, again?" There was fire in the Cajun's eyes.

 

      "I wasn' laughing at ya, kid." Logan shook his head and smiled.  "Just happy, it was like looking in a mirror the way ya got all riled." Logan light blue held his stare of flaring red on black eyes. 

 

      "Why y' so 'appy...... lately?"

 

      "Ya make me happy Rem."

 

      "W'y y' wait till now t' tell Remy."

 

      Logan laughed at that, "Been trying, but yer running around and avoiding me."

 

      "W'at y' want."

 

      "What ever ya willing to share."

 

      "W'at!"

 

      "That kiss earlier was nice."

 

      Remy just continued to stare at him not trusting him, not trusting himself.

 

      Logan reached behind his back for the knob ready to leave.  He'd read the signs wrong, the kid wasn't interested, better to leave now before it got more embarrassing.

 

      Remy felt Logan tension and knew he was serious.  He jumped off the bed hitting the floor at a full run. He banged the door with all his weight slamming it shut, "Don' leave,  cher."  He said as he wrapped his arms around Logan's strong neck.  Logan completed the embrace by enfolding his arms around the younger man's slim waist and reach up to touch his lips.  Remy urged Logan's lips apart running his tongue along his parted teeth, a moan rising from deep inside of him.  Logan meet Remy's tongue with his own, soft and hot and velvety all register in his brain.  Tip to tip, base to tip, and back he couldn't get enough of the taste of the Cajun's mouth. He answered Remy's moan with a deep growl.  Logan ran his hands over Remy's back caressing the muscles, grabbing his ass with a firm grip, tugging and pressing with strong fingers parting his cheeks and exploring the crack and deeper. 

 

      "Oui, cher, dat so good." Trying to pull Logan closer to the bed.

     

      The fire burned deep inside Logan if he didn't stop now he wouldn't be able to.  He held Remy at arms length and tried to gain a faction of control.  Remy whimper at his lose.  "W'at wrong, cher. Remy gonna make y' happy."

 

      "Ya make me happy, Cajun.  But are ya sure ya wanta do this, now, are ya ready."

 

      "W'y Logan y' 'ave doubts." He stood there wrapping himself in his pride, waiting for a response.

 

      "Naw, I ain't got any doubts, but I'm not gonna be a one of those people ya bring home every night and I want ya to think about that, before we go any further."

     

      Remy flashed a sensuous grin and threw himself at the shorter man throwing them both back toward the door.  "Oui, no more one night stands." He was yanking Logan's T-shirt out of the band of his jeans.  Pulling him toward the bed.

 

      Logan laughed out loud, "Don' ya want talk for a while."

 

      "Emm, about w'at?"

 

      "Us."

 

      "We can talk in bed, cher."

 

      Logan surrendered and followed the Cajun to bed.  Remy had his belt off and jeans unbuttoned by the time they got there.  He dropped to the floor then remove Logan's boots and threw them aside with his pants.  On his way up he licked a few drops of a clear, slippery fluid from the tip of Logan's dick.  Logan legs trebled.  Remy stroked the base of his penis, massaging the shaft with his other hand.  He nibbled at the underside of the head of his cock.  Logan shoved Remy away.  In a horse voice he asked "I think yer forgetting something." And reached for Remy's stiff shaft. 

 

      Remy laugh filled the room as he attempted to help the frenzy man before him. "We 'ave all night, mon couer. Remy know many ways to make y' feel good."

 

      Logan didn't relent until Remy was as wet as he was, then he pulled him onto the bed, to start his further explorations.  Remy wanted to finish what he had started, but Logan was kissing his neck and ears, sucking a little here and a bite there.  Logan slid to his collar bone and continued, he tasted of male and life, Logan want to devour the kid whole.  His tongue licked and nipped at Remy hard nipples until the man was writhing with want.  He move further down to his bellybutton licked and snipped the sensitive skin, then further down, he bumped the head of his penis with the tip of his tongue, then began stroking the shaft, up and down faster and faster. Logan was tickling the slit of Remy's head and sucking, wrapping his mouth around it and tugging with his tongue.  Remy began bucking and thrusting his hip in the same rhythm as Logan's mouth and hand.  "Non, wait." Remy begged, but it was too late. Throughout, his  body muscles convulsed and his breathing became labored, and it was over,  Remy laid there spent.  Logan drew up to Remy's face and kissed him gently on the forehead and eyelids, pulling him into he strong embrace.  "Like that, darlin'." Logan asked with a smug grin.  He had touched the Cajun in the same way he'd enjoyed being touched by the women in his life and the kid's had reacted much like his would. 

 

      After a few minutes of just holding and allowing his heart rate to return to normal.  Remy answered, "Oui, cher, but now it Remy's turn."  Long fingers ran through the smooth sideburns then drew him close.  Soft, hot lips caressed firm lips, a pink tip darted between silky lips to calmed their prize.  Remy kissed Logan neck and he felt his cock throbbed against the older man's. Hot flesh the feeling was unbearable.  The Cajun began a trek down Logan body and to fulfillment. Wolvie's nipples were buried under soft dark fur, Remy suckle one at a time making sure that neither were ignored. His reward a quick intake of breath. He slide his hands lower over the hills and valleys of Logan's abs until his finger tips skimmed over the head of his cock. It was like velvet over steel and the heat was so intense.  Remy lowered his head and raked his teeth across Logan hard shaft.  Logan entire body trembled. Remy started rubbing the underside of Logan's cock with his middle finger in a circular motion.  Logan could not stop himself from making animal noises, he was almost out of his mind with desire for the thief. Remy covered the top of Wolvie's penis with his mouth, tugging and sucking. 

 

      Then stopped and asked, "Everyt'ing OK, cher?" And grinned that devil-may-care grin.  The growl came from deep inside Wolverine, "Yer killin' me, Cajun." He grabbed a handful of silky red hair glaring into his demon eyes. Remy took hold of Logan cock and swallowed him to the base of his shaft, swallowing, then pulling almost all the out and licking the tip then down again, executing a steady rhythm.  He held Logan's balls, rolling them around in his hand, feeling them as they began to retract.  Logan started to thrusts more and more urgently, and his shouts of ecstasy echoed in the kid's ears as his huge cock grew larger and more swollen until it exploded in Remy's mouth. Logan continued to convulse, it was all Remy could do to keep swallowing every last drop. When Logan finished, Remy started to lick and suck on the head of Logan's cock.  That was too much for Logan, he barked, "That's enough Remy, STOP!  I can't take any more."  The kid lifted his mouth from his cock, making sure he had licked every drop if cum from his lover’s swollen glan before rolling onto his side.  He pulled himself eye to eye with Logan.  "Y' want t' talk now, cher."  Logan groaned.

                                   

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      The rap on the door a few minutes later, sent Remy flying to his feet.  "One moment, Remy need t' grab some pants."

 

      "No hurry, Remy, it only Jean.  I stopped by to see how you're doing."

 

      Remy stared at Logan.  Logan said, "Open the door Gumbo, she's psi, remember." He was tugging on his pants as he spoke.  Was Remy ashamed of what just happened?  Something to think about, later.

 

      Remy opened the door.  "Come in, cher, I'm doing fine.  How about y'."

 

      Jean looked from Remy to Logan in their shirtless attire and started to laugh, a side aching laugh.  "Oh my." She was gawking at the newly formed wet spot just beneath her.

 

      Logan barked.  "Her waters broke, get a hold of McCoy." He was gently lifting into his arms and heading out the door.

 

     

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      "This is becoming a far to frequent occurrence, you carrying my wife around." Scott was showing off his newly born daughter.  "Thanks."

 

      "Thank goodness she looks like her mother, Cyke." Logan said.  There were X-Men and students alike cramming the basement hall. All wanting to get a look at the newest member of the family.  Logan backed away giving them room.

 

      He headed to the kitchen, to get something, he didn't know what.  Ororo was making coffee when he entered.  "Ah, Logan once again you have come to the rescue.  Saving Jean must be your specialty."

 

      "Just lucky I guess, Ro." Logan looked around at the cups and condiments on the table.  "Ya got cooking duty tonight?"

 

      "No, just keeping busy. No one will sleep tonight, not after all the excitement."  Storm took a good look at Wolverine.  "Is there something you would like to talk about?"  "Logan you look like you may need a friend."

 

      "Naw, but when I figure it out, I'll let ya know, darlin'."  Logan smiled.

 

      "Logan is it Jean?"

 

      Logan came around the table and embraced Ororo in a bear hug, kissing her on the cheek.  "Nothin' like that darlin'."

 

      At that moment the door swung opened and a sassy Cajun came sauntering in.  "Remy interrupting somet'ing interesting, oui."

 

      "Logan let go of me." Storm laughed.

 

      "Anything fer ya darlin'" And Logan grinned, then stepped away from her. 

 

      "Remy, would you like to join us for a cup of coffee?"

 

      "Non, Stromy, Remy gonna 'ead back t' bed.  Just wanted t' meet de newest X-Men." He looked pointedly at Logan. 

 

      Logan wondered at that look, was the Cajun trying to order him to follow.  He was not that kid's lackey.  He probably wanted to finish what they'd started earlier or more likely wanted to talk about it. Women made him feel the same way.  He was never quit sure what they wanted from him.  He was honest with them and tried to be considerate of their feeling.  He was going to have the same problem with the Cajun.  Or maybe the kid had decided  he wasn't worth the trouble and was telling him to stay away and let him get his sleep. Logan finally realized he was better off alone and headed off to his own bed.

 

      "Logan are you alright." Ororo asked as he left the kitchen.

 

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      Logan was up at the crack of dawn, not that he'd ever slept the night before.  He showered and dressed, he didn't want to run into the Cajun, didn't want to see anyone really.  So he went down the back way to garage and took his bike out for a ride. 

 

      The wind against his face and racing through his hair allowed him to relax and clear him mind.  Bars opened at six, maybe he'd find himself one and hide out for the day.

     

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      Remy had waited all night for Logan.  Then when he had gone to his room this morning he found him gone.  His bike was gone, too.  Remy was pissed, what had he done wrong.  Things had started going bad when Jean showed up.  Logan was embarrassed.  He made a mistake coming to Remy in the first place.  Now it was over.  Like hell, Remy got on his bike and followed Wolverine, he'd have his say.

 

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      Logan stopped at the City Limits Bar about two hours later and went in to get drunk, yeah when pig fly, his thought. He ordered a bottle of tequila, found a booth and began to drink.  This had not been one of his better ideas, what his needed was a good fight and at half pass seven in the morning there was no one to fight.  Besides drinking the only thing he had to do was think and he definitely didn't want to do that.  He was hiding from it and what was going on back at the mansion. He was acting out of character, he took things head on and damn the consequences.   

 

      An hour later and two bottles of tequila, Logan still was no closer to a decision or a buzz, when the bar door opened and a tall pisses off Cajun walked in.  'Well there's the fight he'd been looking for.', Logan smiled.

 

      Remy saunter up to Logan, staring down at him.  "Take a sit, Cajun or do ya want something else, like an ass kicking." The cords in his neck stood out and his face was a most unbecoming color of red.  Logan had always respected the kid, he had guts.  There was no way in hell the Cajun stood a chance against him, but he was willing to try.  So why had he come after him in the first.  "Want to settle this away from home, Cajun." Logan snarled cold blue eyes boring into demon red. 

 

      "No cher, w'y y' run away.  Remy just followed t' get a few answers."  His hands were in tight balls at his side, Logan could see them tremble, even as he fought to keep them still.  This was not going right, they needed to talk, honestly to each other.  "Sit down kid and have a drink."  "We need to talk before this develops inta something we might both regret."

 

      Remy seemed uncertain, he wanted to get physical.  He was upset, too upset to be just from last night.  Logan grabbed a handful of coat sleeve and pulled the kid to the seat next to him.  Logan felt the shaking of the kid's body, he was pissed.  Maybe he'd gotten his signals crossed, maybe he was an ass.  "Remy, when Jean knocked on yer door last night, were ya upset I was there?" 

 

Remy's eyes were hard and not easy to read. "W'at made y' t'ink, mon ami."    

 

"I think that I'm a damned fool and you'd be better off without me hanging around."  Wolverine turned his head straight ahead. "I thought ya were embarrassed ta have Jean find me in yer bed. Ya seemed mixed up.  I'm sorry I guess I should have asked ya before I took off."

 

"No cher, I like y' just fine, maybe we better work on de communication a littl' bit more, oui. Remy took the glass out of Logan's hand and downed the contents.

 

Logan refused to meet the younger man's eyes.  "I don' wanta cause ya any pain, lets give it a rest for a while and see how we feel in a couple of weeks."

 

"Now y' pissin' me off, Wolvie."  "I've wanted y' for a long time and now y' want t' wait anot'er two weeks. Maybe dis new ta y', Remy knows w'at 'e wants." Remy captured Logan's chin in his hand and force him to look into his eyes. He lowered his head to Logan's lips, halting a breath away. "Remy non gonna wait, 'e'll hound y' ta death until y' fold." Then gently he brushed his lips. 

 

Logan blushed when he remembered where they were, and tried to pull away.  Remy's laugh echoed in the small bar.  "W'y don' we go somewhere a littl' more private, mon amour." "Not de mansion eit'er, too many people, all in our business."

 

"What ya want ta do Cajun find a place to talk or fuck." Logan smiled.

 

"Talk for sure, maybe a littl' armoire." Remy gave him that sexy grin. Then sobered. "Y' really t'ink I'm dat fickled, mon couer. Y' need t' t'ink again."

 

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      They finally settled on returning to the mansion and holding off any talks until later that night.  They needed to speak to Jean and they decided to do it together.  They wouldn' advertise their relationship, but neither would they hide it. They were going to take it slow and easy and together.