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The Queen of Wands	By : Vylet Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 4665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: The Queen of Wands 13/?

Author: Gothabilly13

Pairing: Logan/Remy

Rating: NC-17

Summery: Remy gets a wish granted, bit it's not what he thought. Logan tries to help.

Warning: Gender switch, AU, Sex, Language, M/M, M/F, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fantasy, Magic,

Fandom: X-Men

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men, Logan, Remy or any Marvel Characters. Written for fun and entertainment. ZERO money made.

A/N:Ok wow yeah I have been MIA I know but it's been a rough couple of months. Anyhoo, here's hoping I haven't lost my readers. This chap deals with the aftermath of Breeding. It's kinda dark but there are reasons for it. As always let me know what you think.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and given feedback on this fic. Thank you to berryblue_girl for helping me and nudging me to get back to this fic. You rock bebydoll!

Chapter 13

Blinking in the evening air, Remy came back to his senses. He was laying on the cool grass, naked and rough-sex sore.

Logan lay next to him, one arm across the Cajun's waist, one leg pinning the shapely thighs to the ground. A deep rumbling snore let the thief know his lover was out cold.

Recalling all that had happened the Cajun cursed and began to push at his lover.

"Logan." he hissed and punched at one muscled shoulder. "Logan! Wake de fuck up!" his voice got sharper. There was a snuffling sound and then the feral began to stir. Remy's heart was beating fast as the panic began to build.

He could feel the sticky slick of his lover's seed between his legs. Shaking Logan hard, Remy squirmed to get out from under the feral's limbs.

Cursing in colorful French, the thief struggled to his feet. Legs wobbling from the exertion and the sore muscles. He stumbled a little, catching his hands on the large tree they lay under.

"Rem?" Logan said softly. His voice was filled with worry and questions. Remy took a deep breath and looked over at his lover.

Logan was sitting on the ground trying to right his jeans. Shaking his head Remy looked at his own naked form.

"Mind loaning me your shirt so I don't have to walk naked back inside?" he asked in a rough voice. Logan was pained by the flat tone of his lover's voice.

"Rems, baby. I am so sorry." he whispered as he stumbled to his feet and pulled his tee shirt off. "I-I...Lost control." he finished with a fierce wave of guilt that translated through their link to the shaking empath. Remy waved a hand and then held it out for the shirt.

"Not now, Logan." he snapped and pulled the shirt over his head. It fell to mid thigh covering the thief's body enough to get back to their rooms. "I need a shower." he said and moved on trembling legs toward the house.

Logan was at a loss for how to fix this. Talk about a major fuck up.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked tentatively as he followed his lover. Remy stopped and looked back at him over one shoulder.

"You didn't do anyting, Logan. De Wolverine did." he whispered and then moved on.

Logan was steeping in guilt and self recrimination as they slipped in the library doors and snuck up the back stairs to the third floor.

Logan tried to help his lover when the thief stumbled on the stairs. Remy shook his hand off with an irritated "I got it!".

Once the door to their rooms was closed Remy went right to the bathroom and got in the shower. Logan sat on the end of the bed, head in hands as he listened to his lover showering the act off.

How could he have let this happen? Why couldn't he stop the beast?

After twenty minutes the door opened and Remy came out wrapped in a towel. The hot water had brought up the darkening spots the feral had left on the pale skin. Taking in a choking breath Logan ran his hands over his face. He felt sickened by himself.

Remy could feel it all and gave a deep sigh. Walking to the dresser he pulled out some pajama pants and a tee shirt. Putting them on he shook out his wet hair and then crossed to sit next to his distraught lover.

"Logan." he said resting one hand on the feral's tense shoulders. "Bebe, look at Remy." he said, his voice low and soft. Logan huffed out a breath and looked up at his lover.

"I don't blame ya if ya hate me." he gruffed out, his blue eyes glassy with regret. Remy's brows creased and his full lips turned down.

"What de fuck are you talking about?" he asked with anger in his lilting voice. "I don't hate you, Logan. I couldn't if I tried." he said and cupped his hands around the feral's scruffy cheeks. "You my soul mate. Noting gonna change dat." he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to the Canadian's trembling lips.

"Remy know you didn't have control." the thief said and his red and black eyes softened. "Don't go getting maudlin on me. Need ya to go wif me ta see Henri." he said his voice shaking a bit on the last part. Logan's eyes grew wide and he clutched at his lover's hands.

"I hurt ya that bad?" he gasped out and another sickening wave of guilt washed over the both of them. "Why didn't you say right away?" He was beside himself. Remy shushed him and shook his damp head.

"No no shhhhh. Dats not why, Logan take a breath." he said stroking his fingers through the feral's thick mane."We gotta find out..." he said and his voice faltered. Logan swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked.

"Oh." he said softly getting what his lover was saying. "Ok. Of course I'll go with ya." he agreed and then slowly got to his feet. Remy looked over the feral with a thoughtful expression.

"Maybe you want to change first." he suggested taking in the feral's jeans. They were stained with dirt, grass and semen. Logan looked down at himself and let out a growl before heading to the closet.

Once the offensive jeans were exchanged for a clean pair and a new tee, Logan walked out to join his lover. Remy gave a small smile and took Logan's hand. Logan held his breath for a second and then he looked into Remy's eyes.

"What do you want to do if--I mean I want--" he stumbled over the words and Remy stopped them with a slender finger to the man's lips.

"We figure dat out toge'ter." he said softly and they walked out the door.

Fifteen minutes later they walked back in.

Remy slammed the door in a huff and flopped down on the couch. Logan sighed and sat next to the pouting Cajun.

"Darlin', don't get worked up." he soothed and reached out to pull the fretting thief to him. Remy snuffled and refused to stop pouting.

"I gotta know, Logan." he whispered and turned his face to the feral's chest. Logan stroked the long back and pressed his lips to his lover's head.

"I know, darlin'. But if Hank says he can't test for it it yet, then he can't. He wouldn't fuck ya around about it." He spoke softly as he tried to comfort the emotional empath.

Remy shifted until he was curled into the feral's lap with his face pressed to the crook of Logan's neck. There was a long few minutes of silence, just listening to each other breathe. Remy's soft voice barely broke the quiet.

"If--If I-I am...do you want it?" He asked so quietly that if Logan hadn't had enhanced hearing he wouldn't have heard it. The feral's arms tightened around the Cajun and he kissed Remy's temple.

"Darlin', I know ya ain't keen on the idea. I know it scares ya to the core. But I ain't gonna lie to ya. Never have so why start now?" he said his voice rough with his own emotions.

"I wouldn't be against ya havin my child. Yer my mate, my one and only. To have a pup that is part of both of us...that'd be the most amazin' thing." His voice broke a little and he coughed to clear his throat.

"But I ain't gonna force ya. I know ya got reason to be scared and I can't say I wouldn't feel that same if I were in yer shoes." He came to a stop, not used to using so many words.

He felt vulnerable with how much he was sharing. But Remy was the one person he could be this raw and bare with. He needed the thief to know that while he wouldn't make him do it if he couldn't handle it, Logan wouldn't turn the gift away.

Remy was silent as he listened to the feral's speech and felt the warring emotions in his lover's mind and heart. Deep down the Cajun had a small part of him that believed this was the only way to break the curse.

He also had a yearning he wasn't ready to define. The fear of what else was going to happen to his body, things he couldn't control, was still looming large. He took a slow stuttering breath and looked up at his lover. Long lashes spiked sharp as his eyes shined with tears.

"Dunno if I can do it, Mon Amour." he whispered in a shaking voice and felt instantly shameful for the fear. "I don't know what to do, Logan." he gasped and pushed his face back against Logan's neck.

The soft sobs made Logan's heart clench. He hated to see his lover in pain. It made him agitated and angry. The surge of anger made Remy tense and cry harder. Swallowing the anger down, Logan tried to push comfort and love to his shaking empath.

"Rems, don't cry, Baby." He rocked the small form in his arms. "Whatever ya decide. I am gonna be right here with ya. Nothin' gonna drive me away." he promised and held his lover close.

"Yer mine for keeps." he vowed.

LRLRLRLRLRLR

The summer night settled into a dull swelter. Logan lay next to his love. Remy's female form covered with only a sheet. Pj's had been shucked when the humidity became even too much for the Cajun.

The feral couldn't sleep. He was feeling far too much. Losing his control so spectacularly weighed on his mind and his heart.

Letting out a deep sigh he ran his fingers down Remy's alabaster shoulder.

"I can't ever tell ya just how sorry I am, Darlin'" he mumbled and closed his eyes trying to meditate.

Remy was oblivious of his lover's brooding. Lost in a thick fog of dreaming.

He stood on a bridge looking down at the rushing water below. Turning his head he saw himself standing there. His true body, tall and lean and male. A charming crooked smile.

"Do'n fret, Bebe. Tings gonna be ok." male Remy said before leaping into the water. He disappeared in the churning liquid.

A scream tore from Remy's lungs. Shooting up in the bed, the thief panted and began to shake. Logan was up and ready to fight in a second. Claws drawn and eyes searching for the threat.

Quickly he realized what was going on. Sheathing his claws he moved back to the bed. Remy was curled into himself. Shoulders shaking as he cried almost silently. Logan's arms wrapped around his lover's body and drew the Cajun into his lap.

"Hey, it's ok, Darlin'." he said softly. "I'm right here. yer safe, Baby." his rumbling voice seemed to soothe the thief.

"S-Sorry. Din't mean ta wake you." Remy whispered and pressed his face into the crook of Logan's neck. The feral stroked his hand down Remy's back.

"Bad dream?" he asked though it was obvious. Remy just moaned and snuggled deeper. "Wanna talk about it?" Logan offered and threaded his fingers into the long copper hair. Remy shifted a bit and peeked up at the feral.

"Was weird." he muttered. Softly he relayed what he had dreamt to his lover. When he got to the part where male Remy jumped to his death the empath began to cry again.

Logan sighed some more and hugged the thief tighter. He wasn't a psychologist but it was clear what Remy's dream meant.

He feared he would lose his true self. That the old Remy would die as a result of the possible pregnancy.

"Ya ain't gonna lose yerself, not if I got anything to say about it." Logan said tenderly. "We don't know anythin' fer sure yet. But whatever Hank tells us, we will face it and get through it together." he said and moved to lay them down. On their sides facing each other, the pair shared a soft gentle kiss.

"Tanks, Cher. Just let it all get to me." Remy confessed and burrowed into his lover despite the heat. Logan smiled and held Remy close.

"Think ya can sleep some more?" he asked and kissed Remy's forehead. The Cajun made a low sound in his throat.

"Love you." the sleepy mumble was all the answer Logan got.

LRLRLRLRLRLRLR

Essex sat at his desk pouring over reports on his current experiments. He was frustrated by a reluctant subject but knew he would prevail. There was a sharp knock at the door.

"Come in, Victor." he said and put his papers aside. The heavy wooden door swung open to reveal Victor Creed and a slender teenager. The pair advanced into the room and came to a stop before the massive desk.

"You have a report for me?" he asked his metallic skin shimmering in the diffused light. Victor raised a large hand and grasped the young male by the shoulder.

"Tell em what ya told me." he growled at the boy. The youth shook little but raised his head.

"Y-you wanted to know about what is going on with Gambit." the boy said and licked his lips. "There was a lot of rumors but I found out that Gambit ran into a Gypsy who put a spell on him." the boy blinked and waited for Essex to respond. The scientist was stunned for a beat but he folded his hands and arched a brow.

"What did this Gypsy do with this spell?" he asked and gave the boy a smile, it was more frightening than comforting.

"Well I can't say how but I know that Gambit is changed." he swallowed hard. "Like physically...into a girl." he said and Victor chuckled dirtily next to him. Essex' face blanked and then broke into a wide grin.

"My my my. Isn't that a tantalizing idea," he purred and his red eyes locked on the burly feral.

"Visual confirmation. Do not move on Lebeau until you have my say. I want Remy to come for a visit." he said leaning back in his chair. "The possibilities of such a transformation are more than exciting." he said and caught Victor's eye with shared malice.

"I get ta play with the little bitch at some point." was all Creed said before he tugged the gaping boy out the door behind him. Sinister chuckled and nodded to the retreating pair.

"Oh there will be plenty of Remy to go around." he whispered and began to plan.

TBC..
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