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Pairing: Logan/Remy

Disclaimer: sniff, sniff… I do not own them… sniff, sniff… Marvel does. Sniff…

Rating: NC-17 (lets be realistic. Did I ever wrote something that wouldn’t be of
this particular rating?)

Summary: You can forgive, but do you can forget?

Warnings: Slash? Graphic m/m sex? Neh….

Series: Last in the series of “When the madness stops” and “Black Roses” (or at
least I hope so!)
 
 

Lyrics: “I love to see you cry” Enrique Iglesias
 
 

Scott looked at the x-men trying to regain their breathing. Maybe he was a
little too harsh on them today but the tension between Logan and Remy was
driving him mad.
 
 

He looked at the Cajun leaning casually over the wall, his eyes hidden behind
the ever present shades and hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. The duster was
obscuring his figure as well as the harness hiding his bo staff.
 
 

He seemed relaxed but the very way he was tilting his head slightly to the right
indicated that he wanted to keep Logan in his line of sight.
 
 

The Canadian however didn’t try to hide his actions and crouched in the right
corner of the Danger Room, watching Remy intensely.
 
 

- Logan I think that it is finished. Our Fearless Leader decided to give us a
chance to catch our breath again. – said Hank, hoping to drag Logan out of the
room, before something happened. The air between the Canadian and the Cajun was
just filled with so much electricity that nothing good would come from those two
being together in the same room.
 
 

- I don’t think I’m finished here, Blue.
 
 

- Why?
 
 

- I think… that a little sparring would be good for me.
 
 

Bobby snorted.
 
 

- And who would be up to spar with you Logan? We are all wasted.
 
 

The other X-men murmured in agreement. All besides the red haired thief.
 
 

- Yo’ want to spar?
 
 

Everyone froze in place. Remy’s voice ranged clear and strong in the unnaturally
silent room. Seven pairs of eyes turned to look at him. Everyone in the mansion
noticed that Remy hasn’t spoken to Logan ever since his return from the vacation
he took so suddenly.
 
 

And now, hearing him address Logan so casually made them stare.
 
 

Logan gave the thief a strange look. God knew he loved him. It took a lot of
time and even more pain to finally realize it. But still there was so much hurt
between them. Betrayal and anger. Remy knew he couldn’t forget their night
together, still he made everything that was possible to force Logan to look at
him and his escapades, knowing it would hurt him.
 
 

Now however something changed.
 
 

They locked gazes and stood still for a full minute.
 
 

- Yeah Gumbo, you up for it?
 
 

- One condition.
 
 

Logan arched his eyebrows in question.
 
 

- No rules.
 
 

Scott wanted to step forward and object. He knew those two had enough temper to
kill themselves. The rules were needed, especially when dealing with them.
 
 

But a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked around to see Beast standing
beside him and mouthing word “no”. He furrowed his brow, not understanding
Beast’s reasons.
 
 

- They need it. – He looked into the dark, gentle eyes of the doctor and finally
nodded. He was right.
 
 

- No rules. – Agreed Logan and moved to the center of the room.
 
 

He expected the standard greeting… acknowledgment from Remy… anything. What he
got surprised even him.
 
 

In move so fast that he didn’t notice at first Remy used all that famous agility
and jumped upwards, making a twist in the air and changing his direction
dramatically. He pushed himself from the wall with his feet and used the added
leverage to add even more speed to his movement. With the flexibility that
probably only Kurt could beat he twisted and turned his body, doing a second
flip in the air, releasing his bo staff and extending it in the full length.
 
 

Logan had only enough time to shift his position, but he was not ready for the
incredible force of the blow. He actually snarled in pain as the end of Remy’s
bo staff hit his collar bone with the speed and the weight of Remy combined with
the free fall. He was pushed back on the nearby wall with such force that his
teeth rattled and his arm pulsed with pain. He knew that if it wasn’t for his
adamantium enhanced skeleton he would have the whole collarbone crashed to
pieces.
 
 

He looked at the seemingly calm thief, bared his teeth and growled in low,
menacing manner. He pushed himself from the wall and started circling Remy
trying to gauge his reaction. He made a fatal mistake thinking that Remy would
not have the guts to attack him with all he got and now he had to change his
strategy. He knew that he will win. If anything he could just outwait the Cajun,
his healing factor always made him invincible in hand to hand combat.
 
 

Remy stood straight and still, watching Logan with equal intensity. He knew the
Canadian was probably using all his senses on him, gauging his breathing, his
heartbeat… and he refused to show him anything.
 
 

He Started moving in counterpoint to Logan, keeping him always face to face,
letting his bo staff make lazy circles, distracting Logan. all that tension, all
the hurt the older man caused him so many weeks ago, was now changing into a
boiling rage. He could feel his heartbeat quicken and used a relaxation
technique to calm his breathing. Still he was to slow. He notice the shift in
Logan when he heard the change in his breathing pattern and guessing correctly
that something distracted Remy, he attacked. Remy managed to jump away from a
fatal blow just mere seconds before it had a chance to hit him.
 
 

Three back flips till he was near the wall, all the time keeping check on Logan
advancing on him and used the wall to push himself and jump over Logan landing
behind the Canadian.
 
 

Never loosing his rhythm he took a wide swing with his bo staff and hit Logan in
the side. This time however Logan was braced for the pain, expecting it and
rolled with the blow getting to his feet almost instantly and attacking again.
This time his fist hit his target.
 
 

All of the six remaining X-men watched in silence the fierce battle in
front of them Everyone knew how Logan fought, no one ever got the chance on
forcing him to yield during sparring and now, watching Remy avoid his blows and
attack so skillfully and with seeming ease he jumped away from Logan’s reach.
 
 

However not always. He caught a few hard blows but didn’t show any pain. The two
fighters were so focused on each other that they have completely forgotten the
presence of the others.
 
 

Scott watched Remy with barely concealed surprised. He knew the kid was good at
hand to hand combat but this… He was terrific and so… fierce. For the first
time, Scott realized just how alike the two were…
 
 

Somehow Remy managed to keep his shades on throughout the fight and now
was crouching near the east wall, watching Logan spit blood and whip his bloody
lips with the back of his hand. His healing factor already took care of the
wound caused by the blow that landed on his jaw.
 
 

Remy noticed the flaring nostrils and eyes changing suddenly to silver a little
too late and didn’t manage to escape the 200 pounds of muscles and adamantium
thrown at him and was forced to the ground, hitting the floor with a hard thump.
 
 

The bo staff flew away from his hand as his eyes tiered for a moment, when his
breath was knocked out of him. But he had too much experience to let Logan get
the upper hand so easily. They had a score to even there.
 
 

He jerked his knee up, heading for the sensitive junction of the Canadian’s
thighs but Logan was no fool and shifted, changing his position so that his
powerfully muscled thigh pressed his legs flat to the floor.
 
 

Remy snarled and jerked under him, hating the hopelessness of his position.
Logan locked his eyes with Remy and tightened his grip on the slender wrists of
the thief, keeping it hard and painful while his body pressed him brutally to
the ground.
 
 

- Do ya yield Cajun? – Aksed Logan, his upper hand obvious.
 
 

Still Remy wasn’t one to yield so soon. He used the only weapon he still had and
looking straight into those almost feral eyes, he arched his head and pressed
his lips to Logan’s, forcing his tongue behind the lips still tasting of blood.
Neither of them noticed the gasp that followed his action and the evident shock
on the faces of their fellow teammates.
 
 

He heard Logan gasp and used the moment to deeper the kiss, darting deep inside
and not caring if he scrapped the mans lips with his teeth. The low growl that
came from Logan was simultaneous with the slight change in the Canadians hold
and Remy used it, driving his knee hard between his legs, forcing a howl from
Logan.
 
 

The Canadian expected Remy to roll over and escape so was completely taken aback
when the Cajun lunged for his bo staff and then turned back to him, kneeling
over him and pressing the tip of the bo staff to his throat.
 
 

They were both panting and sweating and Logan hated that he couldn’t see Remy’s
eyes. There was something going on here, and he wasn’t sure he knew what.
 
 

- Got you.
 
 

- Ya sure Gumbo? – Asked Logan but there was something in his voice that
suggested that it wasn’t totally about their position.
 
 

Before the Cajun had the time to answer he heard a distinct “snick” of the claws
being released and jumped just in time to see his bo staff slashed in few neat
parts.
 
 

However Logan didn’t intent on letting it go to easily. He launched at Remy, his
claws still extended and with satisfaction saw Remy flinch, even as he used one
of his famous back flips to escape from his range.
 
 

Everything seemed to freeze for a moment. They found themselves in the original
position they started, staring at each other. Gauging, watching… Remy slowly
took his glasses of, revealing his gleaming red on black eyes, fastened only on
Logan. He then slowly proceeded to take his duster off, his movements careful,
speaking clearly of injury.
 
 

Remy noticed how Logan’s nostrils flared when he caught the scent of blood.
Never once averting his eyes from Logan, Remy let the coat land on the floor. He
was now only in his black, tight body armor that revealed his muscles as well as
three thin, shallow gashes on his stomach. Logan did got him with his claws…
 
 
 
 

Scott had had enough and decided to step in. they would kill themselves
if left alone. But he was stopped short by a telepathic command send to all of
the x-men except Logan and Remy, who were not paying attention to them anyway.
 
 

~We should leave them. Now~
 
 

He wanted to argue but decided to trust his wife. Maybe it was best to let them
figure thing out themselves. Not that it was much of a secret in the Mansion.
Their cold silence and anger were to much like a “lovers fight” to be left
unnoticed.
 
 

Still unsure, he turned to leave, deciding to go the control room and watch from
there.
 
 

Remy waited. He knew Logan would attack once more. He took his gales
off to show Logan what he was feeling. To show all the hurt and betrayal he
felt.
 
 

/How could you leave me?/
 
 

His eyes seemed to ask the question and he licked a bead of sweat that formed on
his upper lip.
 
 

Logan watched the movement, mesmerized by the pink, wet tongue moving so
skillfully… he remembered the Cajuns sweet taste mixed with his blood and it
pushed him onto a frenzy. He loved that damned Kid, but God knows Remy knew how
to be cruel. He deliberately let Logan watch him with those other lovers, watch
him give what Logan wanted for himself!
 
 

With a fierce growl he attacked. Remy avoided the claws and hit Logan in the
arm. It shouldn’t be more than a slight punch but Logan found himself flying
backwards and hitting the nearby wall with shocking force. His nostrils were
filled with the sharp scent of burned cloth and skin. Shocked he looked down to
see a patch of burned cloth and his skin, pink and healing now. Then he moved
his eyes to Remy, His eyes were glowing fiery and his palms also with the
charge.
 
 

Scott sighed at the sight. He never knew that Remy had so much control over his
powers, to charge Logan’s skin at the mere contact?
 
 

He watched them fight. Watched the twist and turn of the Cajuns lithe body. He
could tell that none of them pulled the blows. Remy took some more scratches,
always managing to avoid serious wounds and Logan got his shirt in burning
shreds. He could feel the desperate need in both of them, as if that fight was
something especially important.
 
 

What surprised Scott was the fact that although they both spilled blood, none of
them really lost control. He could understand Remy, but Logan? He expected the
Canadian to go feral long time ago.
 
 

It took finally almost an hour of constant attack and retreats to tire the Cajun
down.
 
 

Remy was crouching near the corner of the Dander Room, breathing heavily. His
hair were now loose from his ponytail, wet strands clinging to the face flushed
from effort. His lips were parted as he took gulps of air. He was flexing his
right hand, a little sore form connecting with the hard body of the Canadian.
 
 

Never once, during the whole thing, did he take his eyes from Logan. The
Canadian shrugged his shirt off and wa snow left with bare chest. His muscles
were rippling with every move he made, speaking clearly of the sheer power in
this body. Sweat had clamped the curly hair covering it and gave him strangely
attractive look. Wild, fierce and so real…
 
 

When Logan moved, they started their dance once again. An old song played in
Remy’s mind.
 
 

“Maybe I just, wanna touch you

Feel you warm inside again
 
 

Maybe I jus’, wanna hurt you

The sweetest pleasure is pain
 
 

I don’t know why, I don’t know why

But I love to see you cry

I don’t know why, I don’t know why

It jus’ makes me feel alive”
 
 

Movement, sound and a gasp, when a fist connected with the flesh. A swish of air
as Remy whirled around, coming to stop behind the Canadian.
 
 

“Are you coming to the moment

When you know your heart can break?”
 
 

Two flat pals pressed to the small of Logan’s back gave him just a moment to
brace himself or the pain. Then there was a sharp sound of explosion and the
room swirled in front of his eyes.
 
 

The first thing Logan noticed after coming back to his senses was scent. The
maddening, sharp, spicy scent of the thief lingering on his skin, in his memory
and in the air, driving him mad with love, desire and pain. He hurt. He was
guilty and he was ashamed fro his actions, but Remy was no angel… at least a
fallen one.
 
 

“I’m inside you, I’m around you

I jus’ wanna hear you cry again
 
 

I don’t know why, I don’t know why

But I love to see you cry

I don’t know why, I don’t know why

It jus’ makes me feel alive…”
 
 

Re gasped when he was pressed into the floor once again, Logan hands
now slippery with sweat were pinning him down, his silver eyes staring at him.
All the emotions, the hurt, the love… the hate… the anger. It all boiled down to
that cruel, physical contact they both seemed to need.
 
 

Remy knew he had lost then. He was exhausted and his body was battered. There
was no chance of winning for him, but still he tried. He fought and squirmed
under the heavy body, his fingers scratching knees trying to connect with
something.
 
 

When he drove his fingers under Logan’s jaw, scratching till he saw blood, Logan
rolled them in the effort to break Remy desperate hold.
 
 

All the time they were keeping they stare contest, asking questions but none of
them answered…
 
 

Suddenly Logan rolled them so that Remy was on top. He let go of the Cajun’s
shoulders and hit the floor with his palm two times in the sign of yielding.
 
 

Remy stilled, watching the older mutant through the damp bangs, the song still
replying in his mind in some kind of hysteric reaction. He searched answers on
Logan’s eyes. Why did he yield? He would have won eventually. Somewhere deep
inside his mind, Remy knew that from the very beginning. But he still fought as
if it was more than that… and maybe it was.
 
 

- Why? – He asked, his body still and unmoving, breathing hard and heavy.
 
 

Logan reached his hand and touched the sharp cheekbone where a bruise was
already forming. Gently he traced his fingertip down hi his jaw, relishing the
contact he was denied for so long.
 
 

- You won. – And he wasn’t talking about the fight.
 
 

Remy understood but refused to acknowledge it. He wanted to get up and leave, to
turn his back on Logan like he did before but… There was something unsetting in
Logan so pliant, so defeated…
 
 

Logan moved his fingers to trace Remy’s lips with them, recalling how it felt
that night in front of the TV. He felt the tiny beads of sweat and could smell
the salt of them. He extended his senses listening to the furious heartbeat,
smelling the sweat, blood and… emotions on Remy.
 
 

Slowly, seeing that the thief didn’t flinch away from his touch he cupped his
face in his rough hand leaned closer to kiss him. It was a small, chaste kiss.
Only his lips exploring his. The softness of his skin, the warmth of his lips…
 
 

To his surprised Remy didn’t jerk away, nor did he respond. He allowed Logan to
kiss him, his lips warm and pliant, but he refused to answer the kiss.
 
 

- Remy… - Barely a whisper, just a warm breath against his lips.
 
 

- What do you want form me? – Remy asked gently, his voice strangely shaking.
 
 

- I want you Remy…

- You already had me Logan. You wasted your chance. You left me.
 
 

- I want a second chance…
 
 

The Cajun closed his eyes and stilled for a moment, then stood up in one swift
movement. Logan followed, sensing that it was his only chance to change
something between them.
 
 

- Remy… - it was a question, a plead… His voice so quiet and vulnerable like
never before.
 
 

Remy just shook his head, rising his hands and cutting off any discussion.
 
 

- Non.
 
 

He turned to leave, his back stiff, head bowed so that his hair would hide his
face and the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
 
 

- Why?! – Shouted Logan after him. He was terrified that Remy would leave and
close that part of their lives behind. That his last chance could be wasted.
 
 

Remy stopped, but didn’t look at him. His voice was so low, that only his
enhanced hearing allowed him to hear the words.
 
 

- It hurt too much…
 
 

Fear and anger boiled in him, sheer desperation forcing the angry words from his
lips:
 
 

- Dammit Remy! Life hurts! It’s just the way it is. Are you such a coward that
you prefer to hide that to try to fight again? Can’t you forgive me?!
 
 

- Forgive? I have already done that.
 
 

- So why?
 
 

Remy looked over his shoulder at Logan. his eyes strangely sad and longing.
Logan could swear he sensed that Remy wanted them to try again, but there was
something that was holding him back.
 
 

- It is easy to forgive Logan. – A gentle whisper, filled with something very
painful – But to forget… I don’t know.
 
 

This time Remy didn’t say anything. He just turned and left silently, like a
ghost.
 
 

Logan screwed his eye shut and hit the wall with his fist putting all his
strength into the blow, wishing that the bones would break. His arm throbbed
and eyes stinging suspiciously as he slid to the floor, hiding his face in his
hands, feeling such a great sense of loss.