Training

Remy LeBeau was tired. He smothered his yawn once more and
leaned his head against the window. He let his eyes drift shut behind
their protective dark lenses. He could feel his pulse throb against
the soft, brown, doeskin leather collar around his throat. He wrapped
his arms around his waist. He was cold, despite the thick slate blue
sweater.
Twenty minutes later, Logan tucked a blanket around his
sleeping partner. He shook his head. It was the middle of winter.
"Cyke must have been outta his head to send you up here with me."
"Bobby ain't y're type," Gambit murmured.
"And how'd you know?"
Gambit snorted. "It's fuckin' freezin', homme."
"That's what happens up here in the winter." Logan settled on
the other side of the bank of three seats that took up most of the
private cabin and would convert into a bed later on that night.
"Icecube'd be more useful in this weather."
"Y'd never've gotten on the train wit' him. 'Sides, he's
straighter'n Cyke. Wouldn't know what t' do wit' a guy if he had one.
He'd never have pulled dis off." Remy yawned. "This" was an
inter-governmental sting to return several million in stolen artwork to
its respective countries. The problem had been finding agents able to
first pull off the necessary façade and weren't known to the general
staff. At the last moment, there was a suspected leak in the office,
so no one from the task force or known to all of them would be safe.
The timing cut out most everyone from the other field offices. The
Canadian representative had suggested Logan. Remy's name had been on
the American's short list. So when Cyke had demanded, via Xavier, that
Wolverine take Gambit as back-up instead of some unknown, no one had
protested too much.
So they had scrounged up suitable clothes and a few pieces of
specialized equipment, registered for the convention at the last
minute with three other couples and finally boarded the convention
train. The Thornrose International Convention, was very expensive and
fairly rigid in their standards, down to an interview held on the day
of departure. That particular piece had given Remy's a heart-rate a
spike, since they hadn't worked out past details of their
"relationship", but Logan and tucked him neatly under his arm and
answered the questions for both of them. The interviewer had looked
Remy up and down and leered. Remy, playing up the shyness Logan had
cited earlier, had summoned up a blush and curled closer to Logan's
side. That was how they'd found themselves at a traveling BDSM
convention, barreling along the top of North America, in a very nice
little train car in the middle of the whitest land Remy had ever seen.
"Come here before you freeze."
Gambit snuggled into Wolverine's protective *warm* one-armed
embrace. "Learn anythin'?"
"You've been flirtin' with anythin' that moves. I could sell
ya in a heartbeat. The luggage compartment has some interestin'
features. And we're right on at least one of the suspects and the
timin'."
"Like a fake wall and the one who's been watchin' us?"
"Yep. And a stack of unlabeled boxes."
"Have t' check that out."
"Yep. Ya can sleep after dinner, kid."
"But. . ."
"After dinner," Logan stated calmly.
"After dinner. T'ink y' gettin' into' this, cher."
"You'd be surprised." Gambit yawned pointedly. He'd been out
all night poking around. "The auctions tonight, boy. Maybe I ought to
add ya to the roster."
"Y' wouldn' dare."
"Ya ain't been listenin' then have ya?"
"Non. T'ink of what Cyke'd do."
"Who says Cyke'd ever know?"
Gambit sat up straight, shaking off the arm. He pushed his
glasses up to the top of his head. "De auction's strictly consensual.
I ain't consentin'."
"It's fer the good of the team."
"What? So they can be sure Remy's a whore? Non."
Logan cocked his head to the side. "Who?"
"Quoi?"
"Who called ya a whore, kid?"
Remy went very still. "Why?"
"Cuz it ain't right, kid."
"Mais, if y' go after them, it'll just make them sure of it."
"Is it true?"
"Not anymore."
"Shit, kid. Ya shoulda told me."
"Ain't something' I want the team knowin'." Remy's eyes
dropped. Logan cupped the younger man's chin and lifted it.
"Never said a word about the team. Said ya should've told me."
"Why?"
"Cuz it hurts ya. Cuz ya need to tell someone. So I can watch
yer back."
"Y've always done right by m', Logan." Remy shrugged. "This
ain't somethin' y' can help with."
"Could do better'n I have."
Logan placed a delicate kiss to the thief's lips. They parted
under his light probe. Remy had never resisted a kiss. He offered
himself up to Logan freely. Logan stroked Remy's cheek with his thumb.
"Ya like that, pet?"
"Oui, mon ami. Y' taste sweet. What y' been drinkin'?"
"Just beer. I'm bettin' it was Wings." Logan kissed his way
along the thief's jaw, then nipped at his ear.
"How so?" Remy tilted his head to give Logan access to his
throat.
"Ain't One-Eye's sort of comment. Hank'd say prostitute and
Bobby ain't never seen a whore or any kind." Remy snickered. Logan bit
his lobe sharply and lapped away the blood.
"Y' gettin' far too int' character."
"And yer lovin' it." Logan grinned.
"Mais, a bit," Remy admitted, with an answering smile.
"I can smell ya gettin' turned on, ya know. Besides, we're
bein' watched again, pet. Make it good."
"Oui, boss."
"Shades off," Logan said pulling back. Remy pouted. He tossed
his shades onto the floor under the windows. Logan took the blanket
away. "On yer knees." Remy resisted for a moment. Logan slapped him.
Remy's demon-child eyes widened. He folded himself onto his knees
between Logan's thighs.
Logan waited calmly. Their eyes locked. Eventually, Remy
settled back on his heels. He laid his head against the inside of
Logan's leg. Logan tangled his fingers in Remy's auburn locks. "Gonna
catch a nap, pet. Stay."
"Yes, boss," Remy fairly growled. That's what he'd been
*doing* before Logan showed up.
Logan tipped his head back and closed his eyes. His breathing
evened out. Remy cursed him silently. Then, he closed his eyes and
tried to recapture his earlier calm.
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"I think your suspicions are unfounded," the spy stated.
"Their private behavior is in keeping with their public presentation.
The boy is asleep on his knees, head in his master's lap right now."
"You had better be right, or you will pay dearly. If the
merchandise isn't transferred to the helicopter tonight, it will be on
your head."
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"Up, Rems."
Gambit glared at Logan, but stood. He folded his hands and
waited patiently as Logan stretched. "Let's go. Dinner's started. I
want ya to check out the luggage area. Find a way to piss me off fer
the crowd."
"Boss?"
"What?"
"M' shades?"
"If I'd wanted ya to have them, I'd've said so."
"Definitely too int' character."
Logan snorted. "Move it, boy."
"Ain't no one out there seen m' eyes yet."
"Then keep 'em down. Do ya good to submit."
"Logan."
"I hate whinin'."
Remy winced at the sharp tone. His eyes dropped to the ground.
He arranged his bangs to spill over his brows with a quick pull of his
fingers. He wondered at how into character he himself was falling.
He'd let Logan run the whole show, even though it was his area of
expertise. He forced the thoughts to the back of his mind. He had more
important things to think about at the moment.
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The dinner car was richly appointed in cherrywood and yellow
silk. It was also crowded with an accumulation of humanity that,
except for the bits of leather and metal, could have been found in any
five star restaurant. Remy had recognized several of the people there
and they had politely ignored him as he had politely ignored them.
Some things one just didn't discuss. Logan sat down at his usual table
across from Lucinda, the event coordinator. They'd hit it off
immediately. She was the only person attending without a partner. Her
sub had come down with pneumonia and had begged off at the last
minute. She'd taken a liking to the odd couple. Remy had money and it
showed in his tastes, but Logan was more rough and tumble than this
crowd ever really met. They fascinated her. Remy settled on the floor
between Logan's legs with his usual cat-like grace.
Logan and Lucinda chatted amiably. Logan fed his pet morsels
of steak with his fingers. Remy accepted, carefully licking the
offering fingers clean. Logan ruffled the thief's bangs absently as he
talked, much as he would have stroked a hunting dog he was pampering.
They were both well aware of the eye on them, but no one stood out of
the crowd. Several of them were obviously just enjoying the view, or
looking for a topic of conversation.
"How did you get him?" Lucinda asked, dipping her finger in
her wine and then licking off the drops.
"I was in the right place at the right time. He was lookin'
for someone to put him in his place. I succeeded."
"Why?"
"Cuz I wasn't gentle." Logan shrugged. "Had to punish him hard
at first."
"How did you find him?"
"Went to the same bar. His mouth got my attention." Remy
scowled up at Logan, but didn't interrupt. Instead, he took to
stroking Logan's crotch. The move got him a sharp smack on the back of
his hand. He pouted.
"His lips?"
"Naw, his mouth. Needed someone to shut him up." Logan glared
down as the thief shifted closer.
"Ah." She smiled. "You've broken him of the habit I see."
"Only in public." Logan sighed. "Next phase is private."
Remy rubbed his cheek over Logan's crotch. He nuzzled at the
fly. The fingers in his hair tensed in warning. He repeated the
motion. Logan's grip turned harsh in an instant. Remy looked up with
wide eyes. He was far enough into his role that he didn't have to
pretend fear at Logan's scowl. Logan excused himself and arranged for
a bottle of red wine and the rest of the meal to be taken to their
cabin. Every eye in the car was on Logan and his pet. It was the first
time the young man had broken discipline in public.
Logan coiled his hand in Remy's wealth of hair and twisted,
showing everyone what a perfect leash it made. "Hands behind yer
back." Remy complied. The sharp clicks of the handcuffs seemed to echo
in his head. His eyes closed and he bit his lip as Logan marched him
back to their room. "Yer bein' willful, boy." Logan scented their
suspect watching once more.
"Boss, I'm sorry," Remy said. A crack to the mouth made him
stumble.
"That's two."
Even though the blow had been pulled, Remy tasted blood. He
sank to his knees. A rubber ball was pressed to his lips, he pulled
away from it, eyes wide. They'd never talked about this part of it.
There hadn't been time.
"That's three, boy." Logan cupped the young man's jaw and
pressed just behind the joint. Remy's teeth parted to accept the gag.
It was buckled on tightly. Leather cuffs replaced the metal. They were
linked with a simple padlock that would take only a few seconds to
remove. Logan pressed Remy's badge to his palm. He wrapped the
battered trench around Remy's shoulders and buttoned the top button,
effectively hiding the bound hands. "Eyes forward, boy." Logan
gathered a few items. He wrapped his hand in auburn silk again and
walked Remy to the luggage compartment.
Remy shivered. He whined behind his gag. Logan didn't react,
simply took him to the wall. "Knees." Remy knelt. "Cross yer ankles."
Logan fixed them in that position with two straps of leather. Remy
settled back on his heels, realizing that anyone who wanted to get to
the packs that they assumed housed the art would have to move him
first. And no one on the train would know his talents. Remy looked up.
He winced and reared back when Logan attached a leash to his collar
for the first time.
Logan wiped away the trickle of blood from Remy's lip with his
thumb. He held the younger man's eyes as he carefully licked it off.
Then, he pulled on the leash firmly until he could tie it off around
the bottom of the shelf. "Be good."
Logan went back to the cabin. Damn, but the kid tastes good,
he thought as the flavor of Remy's blood lingered on his tongue. He
finished his dinner. He checked the time. The auction would be the
best time for the transfer. No one would expect him to be there, not
with a pet that needed a reminder of his training. He looked through
the catalog.
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"Where is Logan?" the lead smuggler asked. The cellphone's
signal was crisp.
"Sitting, reading the catalog and eating."
"And the boy?"
"Tied down in the luggage car."
"Interesting development. Will he be a problem?"
The second snorted. "He's bound and gagged. We can move him if
we need to."
"Very well. The auction starts in five minutes. Is Logan on
his way?"
"No."
"Damn. Get ready for the transfer. We'll only have one chance
at this."
"Yes, sir."
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Gambit heard movement. He tensed. "We can't work with this kid
in the way."
"I'll move him." Remy identified the voice: Marc Denton. "Come
on, mutie," Denton said cheerfully. He freed the leash and untied
Remy's ankles. He yanked hard on the lead and Remy stumbled after him.
Denton tested the heavy lock at the young man's wrists. "That'll do.
Too bad about the eyes." He fastened the leash tight to the wall. He
groped the thief's crotch. "Could have had uses for you, but muties
turn me off." Denton turned to the crew. "Get on with it."
He didn't notice when Remy freed his hands or when he
unfastened the leash. "Game's over, Denton," Logan growled.
There was very little resistance from the hired help. They
were just that, hired. They had no stake in the outcome. They'd just
been told they were making a delivery. Denton tried to escape, but
Gambit was too quick. He used the leash to tie the man's wrists.
"Who's yer boss, Denton?"
"What, don't you think he could handle it on his own?" the
older man who stepped into the room said. He trained his gun on Remy.
"Arthur Cannes," Logan growled.
"Let us go, or your boy dies."
Logan snorted. He attacked without warning. Remy dodged the
bullet. Denton wasn't so lucky. The bullet hit him in the chest. Logan
knocked the gun from Cannes' hand, then slammed his head into the
train's floor. He left him there.
He saw Remy pressing a handkerchief to Denton's chest. He
investigated. Satisfied that the Cajun was fine, he located the
conductor and the doctor he knew was on board. The police and an
ambulance met them at the next possible opportunity.
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Remy sighed as the last of the artwork was removed as
evidence. He stretched. Logan heard his spine pop. "A little tense
there, Remy?"
"Mais, a bit. Like makin' an alcoholic stock a bar."
Logan shook his head. "Come on, kid. I'll get ya a beer."
"Hot cocoa, mebbe? Somet'in' warm. We meetin' Cyke here or
goin' on?"
"They're pickin' us up in Seattle."
"Evil town."
"Come on," Logan said again, this time with a gentle push.
In their cabin, Lucinda was waiting for them. She held out her
hand to each of them in turn. "When the government told me that I
wouldn't recognize their undercover officers, I laughed at them. They
were right. I never suspected. You were so high profile."
"We're more freelance than government," Logan told her.
Her brows raised. "I didn't know they worked that way."
"Only on special assignments," Remy informed her.
She nodded. "So are you two a regular couple?"
"Non, chere, my girl don' share too well."
"Yer girl's a bitch."
"Oui." Remy shrugged. He winked. "Make the fightin' more
interestin'."
"She pushed ya off the roof last time ya fought."
"Landed on my feet. An' she spent a mont' makin' it up t' me."
"I know. Lost twenty bucks on that too."
"Oui?"
"Yeah. I bet she'd just dump and run like when ya went into
that coma."
"We don' talk 'bout dat."
Lucinda watched with a smile. "I didn't realize he had claws."
"He hides them pretty well. Thanks fer the help, Lucinda."
"You are quite welcome. Thank you for keeping as many of us as
possible out of the report. Enjoy the rest of your trip." She paused
to run her fingers over the dark bruise on Remy's face. "All in the
pursuit of authenticity, hmmm?" She kissed the bruise. "Everyone knows
now. How you continue from here onto Seattle is your choice." She
left.
"So, kid, you wanna keep wearin' my collar or are you
quittin'?"
Remy licked his lips. He didn't deny the thrill the idea gave
him, even if Rogue would kill him for it. He put his coat up on the
hook and settled down next to Logan, as far from the window as he
could get. Logan put an arm around him. "Shit, kid, yer freezin'."
"Oui."
Logan grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around the thief. "Ya
need food. I'll be back in a few."
Gambit took off his shoes and pulled his feet up onto the
seat. Could he seriously be considering leaving on the collar? Well,
yes, he decided. Logan wouldn't hurt him. And it wasn't like anyone
would ever have to know. Content, Remy drifted off. Logan snickered.
The Cajun was chewing on a section of hair. Logan moved it out of his
mouth. "Hey, kid," he said softly. "Promised Hank ya'd eat." Remy
wrapped his hands around the mug of cocoa, willing the sleepiness
away.
"Merci." He ate everything Logan brought him, then fell back
to sleep. Logan didn't sleep, taking what might be his last
opportunity to watch the way Remy's pulse beat against the leather.
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The morning sun streamed through the window. Remy grumbled and
buried his eyes in Logan's shoulder. Remy woke as the Canadian
laughed. "Mornin'."
After breakfast, Logan tugged gently on the collar. "Are ya
mine, Remy?"
"Until we get t' Seattle," Remy confirmed.
Logan kissed him to seal the bargain. "Open up." He pressed
the black ballgag into place and buckled it tight. Remy's fingers
traced over the leather straps. "That's a good look for you, kid."
Remy whined. Logan ignored the pitiful sound. "I been waitin'
fer a year to fuck ya." Remy blinked and reached to trace Logan's jaw.
"Strip," Logan said coolly. "I wanna see my property."
Remy shivered as Logan closed the blinds on the door and the
window. The thief undressed, folding his clothes neatly. He stood,
shoulders back, proudly on display. Logan traced over his body. "This
is gonna be a Hell of a good time, boy." Logan folded out the bed.
"Lay down." Remy laid down on his back. "Ya stay there, no matter
what. Unless it's life threatenin' of course." Logan flipped him and
tied his wrists to the frame above his head. Remy struggled, but gave
up as Logan's hands started to knead his muscles.
Logan's ears caught the low purr in the back of Remy's throat.
He snickered. His hands were gentle and soon Remy was limp on the bed.
Logan turned him onto his back. The ropes at his wrists tightened.
Remy's eyes flew open. Logan straddled the young man's hips and leaned
down. "First yer gonna come fer me. Then, I'm gonna fuck ya." Remy's
eyes dilated.
Logan's touch wasn't as gentle as he stroked Remy's chest. He
bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard.
He nipped at it. The thief jerked in his bonds, suddenly hyper aware
of them. Logan moved his attention to the other side. He could feel
Remy's hardness growing against his stomach as he loomed over him. He
nipped along the sharp edge of his ribs. Remy whimpered. "Gonna eat ya
up," Logan stated, drawing blood with his next bite.
Remy twisted and arched and fought. He desperately wanted to
touch the older man. He could feel Logan's arousal through the dense
fabric of his jeans where it pressed against him. He could sense the
deep affection and the heat of lust warring with the sharp predatory
urge to hurt. Remy wanted to pull on that affection, to soothe the
bloodlust. He could charm with words, but not with the hard rubber
intruder that filled his mouth and made his jaw ache. He tried to push
it out with his tongue, which resulted in his body thinking he was
choking. Logan soothed him, stroking his throat and wiping away the
tears. He pressed a kiss to the sweaty brow. Remy pulled at the ropes.
He looked up with wide, pleading eyes.
"No, boy," Logan chuckled. He nuzzled Remy's throat. The
roughness of his sideburns rubbed at the overheated skin. Logan could
hear the purr once more and was satisfied. He returned to his earlier
assault. He bit at the hip joint and licked down along the flesh where
the thigh and pelvis met. Remy strained up, begging for Logan to pay
attention to his cock. Logan indulged him for a moment, then pulled
away. Remy groaned in disappointment. Logan worked down Remy's legs,
alternating from side to side. He paused to look over the body so
pleasingly displayed beneath him. He took Remy's cock in his hand and
just held it for a moment, enjoying the desperate rise of Remy's hips.
"Come for me, boy," he growled as he started to stroke. Remy
bowed up into the touch. He came in Logan's hand and collapsed back
bonelessly. "Good boy." Logan stripped as Remy heaved in breathes. He
listened as the heart-rate steadied. He knelt beside the bed and
stroked down Remy's thigh. He reached between the spread legs and
slowly, carefully, inserted one finger into the puckered ring of
muscle he sought.
Remy pushed down eager for more. Logan smiled. He located the
lube he'd brought just in case and coated two fingers. He finger
fucked the tight passage. Remy's legs splayed wider and his cock
bobbed to attention. Logan coated his erection and settled between
Remy's legs. He pressed forward carefully. Remy wrapped his legs
around Logan's waist. Logan surged forward. A muffled scream worked
from behind the gag. Logan smirked, but paused, not wanting to hurt
the thief too badly. Remy adjusted to the feel of Logan's size. Logan
started to thrust. Remy's eyes closed. Logan bit at Remy's throat. The
overload of sensation drove any lingering thoughts from Remy's mind.
Logan froze buried deep in tight, grasping heat. He came in a
hard pulsing stream. He collapsed across his lover. Remy's erection
throbbed against Logan's stomach. Remy writhed, trying for more
stimulation. Logan growled in Remy's ear. "No, boy. Not without
permission."
Remy sobbed, but froze, recognizing the underlying order.
Logan slowly eased free. "For me, Baby, only me." He put his hand over
the silken iron. Remy looked at him pleadingly. "Nope. Go to sleep,
Cajun." Logan curled close and pulled up the blankets, leaving Remy
bound and gagged. He stroked the trapped cock absently as he snored
lightly. Remy came, coating Logan's fist. He passed out. Logan's eyes
slitted open and he grinned. Kid had a lot to learn, but it was
definitely going to be worth the ride.

FINIS