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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 21
- 22
- 23
See notes, disclaimers, and warnings in previous chapters.

Words between / / are thoughts or mental speak
Words between * * are flashbacks
Words between ~ ~ are lyrics to any songs that may be used
in the fic

Ch
21

"Fortunately,
your jaw isn't broken, though it well should have been with such a
stunt." Hank said reprovingly to the winged mutant as his fingers
shifted Warren's
chin left and right. The billionaire winced at the movement; the bruise
was deep and painful.

Gambit
stood off to the side, his bo staff still gripped
tightly in his hand as he watched the doctor work. Scott had already
chewed them both out, as well as Rogue, but it was the feeling of guilt at
having lost
control that irked him the most. He was thankful that no one was more
seriously hurt and that he hadn't blown the mansion and its contents all to
hell. After Scott's scolding, a red-faced Rogue stuttered an apology
which he accepted with a resigned but understanding nod. The winged
mutant was a little more stiff and formal in his request for forgiveness, not
quite as happy with the outcome of what he truly considered to be just a little
teasing. To say he was somewhat surprised when Remy shook his hand and
offered up his own apology was an understatement.

Somberly, everyone filtered out of the room, each lost in
their own thoughts. Bobby was the last to leave and turned at the door to
face the lone figure still standing with his bo staff towards one corner.
"I'm sorry too Remy. I just�." he blushed and turned towards
the door.

"Wait Bobby." When the ice mutant turned
his gaze back to him, Remy gave him a small smile. "It's fine, mon
ami. I understand. Mais, you be wrong 'bout one t'ing."
At the confused look on the boy's face, Remy's grin broadened. "Not
me your belle be lusting after, homme. She all in to you."

Blonde brows rose in surprise, eyes widening at that
revelation. "But, how do you know that?"

"Gambit knows dese kinds of t'ings." The Cajun
said as he tapped one finger against his temple. Not trusting himself yet
to loose some of his charm over the boy, he simply smiled warmly.
"Trust me."

He could see the hope light up Bobby's eyes as the boy
thanked him and fairly ran from the room. He wished the boy luck and sighed
at the naivet� of those two love sick teens as he folded up his staff, steeling
himself for what he feared would be an unpleasant confrontation.

********

It took him a while to reach Logan's room, having moved purposefully slow
in his steps to the upper floors. He told himself it was to give the older man time
to collect himself, but in his heart he knew it was he who was
apprehensive. Even now, he could feel the turmoil in the man, though it
was more subtle than it had been when he fled the Danger Room earlier.
The other mutant's shields were impressive, Remy had to admit, and he wondered
at the strength of them. There were no expectations of admittance to the
room, so knocking tentatively on the door he only waited a moment before he let
himself in. Logan
stood ramrod straight at the window, his back to the door and his arms crossed
over his chest - closed off to anything and everyone. Quietly he closed
the door, reaching
behind his back to silently lock it before leaning against the wood to study
the man. "Hey homme." He ventured gently, not really
expecting a response.

The man didn't acknowledge the Cajun, continuing his stoic
vigil on the darkness outside the window. He was in no mood to talk with
anyone and willed the handsome youth to leave his room before he did something
they might both regret - for the second time today.

Scratching the side of his head, Remy searched for the best
words to express his apologies and explain his actions. "Eh�dat was�.I
mean, in de Danger Room earlier�dat.." he stopped and took a breath.

"You've been around ferals before." It
wasn't a question.

Remy stared at the older man's back and pursed his
lips. No point in lying to the man. "Oui, been around one
before."

"That's how come ya knew I�" Logan paused, then turned to face the Cajun
with hardened eyes, the frustration evident on his face. "I always
wondered if there were more like me. I've never believed what some so
called experts said about no one mutant having the exact same powers as
another."

Remy cocked his head to one side. "Well,
non. Dat can't be true. Our powers are part of us, like hair
color. So, to say dere ain't another dat can�say�heal real fast like you
would be like saying only one person in de world have red hair. Just
ain't so."

There was silence as Logan
simply frowned at the boy before turning back to the window. It was a
dismissal, but Remy refused to take the hint. Remy studied the man
before him, eyes drawing a line up, down, and around the muscular figure.
But, the thoughts behind the appraising gaze had nothing to do with lust, and
everything to do with a desire to figure the man out; to get inside the wall he
had built around himself. If there was anyone in this whole mansion that
could understand walling off a heart to protect it, it was Remy. Only in
the last few weeks, with the amount of time he had spent in the other mutant's
company, had his own wall begun to crumble, shaken into powdered dust by the
stirring of what he thought were long-dead feelings for another soul.
That soul stood before him now and it terrified him beyond measure. The thought
of allowing another into his heart....he almost shook his head at the half
complete thought. No good could come of it - a fact proven time and time
again in his short lived existence. Anyone he had ever loved either left
him, made him leave, or died by his own hand and the depressing situation he
now found himself in wasn't a great omen for future happiness. Somewhere
along the way, somehow, his feelings for the other man had deepened beyond what
he thought he was capable of. To see Logan close himself off was like a physical
blow to the Cajun and a challenge of the greatest magnitude. But if there
was one thing Remy relished, it was a challenge. There was something here
of great importance, something just out of reach that Remy needed to
understand. It was a large piece of the puzzle that was Wolverine.
As much as he wanted to call on his vast experience with Sabertooth to guide him
in his dealings with Logan,
Remy knew it wasn't quite the same. Despite their mutant similarities,
the two men were like night and day.

"You're afraid of your feral side." Remy stated
to the stiff-backed mutant, noting the tightening of the other man's hands into
fists. Logan
didn't answer, but that was not unexpected. So Remy did what he always
did in an uncomfortable setting . . . he babbled. "Ya know, it ain't
such a bad t'ing, going feral."

Logan snorted angrily. "The fuck do you know?"

"I told you, been around�."

"That don't mean shit. Just because ya been
around a feral, don't mean ya know anything about what it's like." Logan interrupted,
irritated that the boy wouldn't just leave him the hell alone.

Remy scratched the side of his face, the sound like
sandpaper as his nails scrapped across stubble. "Well, non.
Can't say I rightly do. How 'bout you just explain it to dis here
Cajun."

Logan remained stoic but the man's ghostly image in the window
glass reflected the internal struggle which showed clearly on his face as he
sought to put his feelings into words. As much as Remy wanted to reach
out and tell the man he could feel it all, he needed to hear the words that Logan might say.
"It feels�" Logan
started and then paused, one hand coming up to lean against the cool pane as he
rested his head against his forearm. It was the night of a new moon, no
ivory light filled the sky. And with the thick, ominous clouds crowding
the skies, all the stars were blocked from sight, leaving only black emptiness
that mirrored the hole Logan
felt in his soul. Logan
chuckled, a bitter sound devoid of any humor. "Hell, I don't even
know what it feels like. When I'm totally....in that place, it's like
something else takes over, and the me that is me is gone. Ya know, I
can't even remember any of it usually. I just...go away, get buried deep
inside my own mind, and then I eventually come back to...whatever the hell my
other side did while I was sleepin'."

Remy was silent for a moment as he thought about
that. "Sometimes I do dat. Just go away to my own special
place inside my head. Only, I ain't lucky enough to be oblivious 'bout de
reasons why. Wish I could�"

"No ya don't, boy. It ain't somethin' to want,
trust me. To be locked inside yerself, when the killin' machine that is
yer body goes on a rampage - what's to desire 'bout that? I fuckin' hate
it." Logan
spat, a sneer visible in the pane's reflection.

"Hmm..you like control. Ain't a bad t'ing to
lose it every once in a while, ya know. Better dan lettin' it eat you
alive inside. And you only protectin' yourself from a perceived
t'reat. Is part of your nature, homme. We all got some animal
instincts dat�."

Logan whirled around to face him, his hands clenching into
fist. "I'm NOT an animal!" he cried, his face and voice full of
anguish. He stared at the Cajun, but it was obvious to Remy that he was
seeing something or someone else; pleading with a memory of some kind.

Remy gasped at the pain that slammed into him like a knife,
and his body moved before he had time to process his thoughts. In two
strides he reached the other mutant and grabbed him by both arms to shake him
to attention. "Non! You're not an animal. You're a flesh
and blood man just like me, just like any of us. De difference is you
have a unique gift dat makes you special, desirable. You strong,
Logan. Strong and beautiful." And without hesitation, Remy
scooped down and captured Logan's
lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world. After a moment's
hesitation, Logan
grasped the boy and pulled him in tight, clutching at him like some sort of
lifeline as their tongues danced. Nimble fingers slid through thick black
locks, as Remy pulled the older male into him, a small whimper escaping his throat
as the possessive kiss deepened. The feral reached down and grabbed the
Cajun, hoisting him up and walking towards the bed, flinging them both down on
top, yet never once breaking the kiss. Clothes were a hindrance, and the
young thief managed to deftly finger the buttons to release their locking hold
on material, shirts sliding off without notice as lips and tongue quested over
skin.

Logan paused on top of the Cajun and stared at the pale skin
peppered with dustings of auburn hair that thickened into a trail leading past
the waistband of his jeans. Large hands ran up the sides of the younger
mutant, crossing over breast bone and down the mid-line of the chest, outlining
the shape of his ribcage. The feral was fascinated with the texture of skin
over bone, touch being one of his more hyper-sensitive senses. The sensuous and
erotic feelings that flowed though the tips of his fingers sent shivers down
his spine. He traced the contour of the boy's upper body like a
topographer mapping the surface features of a geographic region. He
lingered longest over scars of varying lengths and complexities, not voicing
any questions as he caressed the puckered skin. Remy squirmed under his
touch, embarrassed at his less than perfect dermis. "Non,
don'. Dey're ugly."

Pausing, Logan
glanced up into red orbs that glittered in the dark. "I don't think
they're ugly. Each one of these scars are beautiful. They mean that
you survived and they're part of you."

Remy snorted. "Dat easy for you to say.
Your skin be flawless t'anks to your healing power."

Even in the dimly lit room, Remy could see the serious
glint in the older man's eyes. "I may have perfect skin, but it
don't mean there ain't scars. It's just that mine are on the
inside." He looked back at a couple of larger ones that seemed to be
surgical in origin and kissed the angry mounds reverently.

The weight of those words were heavy in Remy's mind. Logan thought his scars
were beautiful. Never before had anyone paid this kind of attention to
his body, his needs. It made him dizzy with desire; his breathing
increasing to rapid pants as the heat in his body rose. Overwhelmed with
depths of feelings he had never felt for another sexual partner, he felt a need
so great it almost seemed as if he would burst. Suddenly, things were
clear in his mind, he wanted this man as he had never wanted another
before. Surging upwards, he caught Logan
by surprise, lending him the strength he needed to flip the older man onto his
back. With an unexpected urgency, he fumbled first at his pants and then
at the feral's, desperate to have them both naked.

Once he had managed to remove both pairs, Remy sat back to
look down on the older man in all his glory, devouring the masterpiece before
him like a starving artist. He leaned down to latch onto a nipple,
sucking and stroking his tongue over the little nub until it hardened.
Releasing his hold on the tortured piece of flesh, he blew gently across the
saliva soaked skin, sending a pleasant tickling sensation straight to Logan's groin. The
older man groaned at the feel, fingers buried in the auburn silk of the boy
above him as his eyes closed in bliss. Not wanting to neglect the twin,
thief like fingers ghosted over the other nipple, rubbing and twisting the
nubbin between two fingers to bring it to full attention as well.
Fingernails scrapped a line down Logan's
chest in the wake of such a talented tongue. Remy moved lower and lower,
dipping his tongue into the navel before him and earning another moan from the
man who was enjoying his ministrations. Logan resisted the urge to push the boy's
head further down - he didn't want to hurt Remy - so he moved his hands to the
covers below, clutching the sheets in anticipation.

Remy moved lower, temporarily ignoring the straining
erection that bobbed before his nose as he took a moment to inhale the rich
scent of his lover. It was a heady scent, strong and masculine, that made
Remy's mouth water. For all the times he had done this, never before had
he actually looked forward to sucking another man's cock. Taking pity on
the writhing man below him, Remy engulfed Logan
completely to the root, causing the older man to arch off the bed with a cry in
delighted surprise. Hollowing both cheeks, Remy pulled on the shaft as he
slid up to the head, swirling his tongue around the mushroom top and capturing
the pearling liquid at the slit. The slightly bitter taste was erotic to
Remy and he licked his lips to keep any from escaping. His tongue darted
out to slide along the large vein on the underside of Logan's shaft, feeling the feral's racing
heartbeat pulse through the flesh. Further down his tongue moved until he
reached the twin sacs, gathering one in his mouth to suckle on it like candy,
enjoying the flavor and texture of the tightened skin. Teeth scrapped
gently over the sensitive flesh as Remy released first one and then the other
ball, moving his attention to the area behind. He smiled at the rumbling
sounds of pleasure that radiated through Logan's
chest.

Logan was a mess of nerves, moaning and sighing at the
sensations the boy was bringing him. It had been so long since he had
been with anyone and he knew he wouldn't hold out much longer with what the
Cajun was doing to him. He reached down and gently tugged on Remy's hair,
silently begging him for mercy. Remy took the cue and kissed his way back
up the feral's body. He was enjoying the sounds the older man was making,
but knew it was time to take things to the next level. As he suckled on Logan's collar bone, he
reached for the lotion he had seen on the night stand so that he could prepare
himself to receive the man. Halfway up Logan's neck, Remy froze mid-lick when he
heard the unexpected words from the older man. "I wanna feel ya
inside me."

The Cajun pushed back and blinked at Logan, certain he had
completely misunderstood. "Hehn?"

Ocean colored orbs filled with need stared unwavering back
at ruby eyes. "I wanna feel ya inside me. I want ya.
Please." He needed to feel the boy above him, to take away the
emptiness inside. He was not an animal with only survival
instincts. He was human, with wants and needs like any other; as capable
and willing to give as much as he received.

The Cajun just stared, his erection beginning to wane as a
knot of nervous tension took root in his stomach. The man who Remy knew
desired control above all else was asking him to do the taking? It made
no sense; made the universe seem off center. It wasn't the way things
worked in Remy's world - at least up to now. Logan misread the boy's hesitation.
"Unless ya didn't wanna go that far?" Which seemed incredulous
to Logan when
they were both lying naked, skin to skin in varying stages of arousal.

The question seemed to bring Remy out of his musings.
"Dieu! Non!   I want dis. It just�" he sat back
on his haunches, straddling the older man's hips. Logan's erection fit nicely into the crack of
his ass and Remy couldn't help undulating slightly, allowing the feral's length
to move up and down enticingly between his cheeks. "�.don' you wanna
be in me?" Remy breathed.

Logan growled and grabbed Remy's hips, stilling the boy's
movements before he gave into the younger mutant's actions. "Yes I
do. And I plan to next time. But tonight, I need ta feel you
inside."

It took a moment to process, but Logan's mentioning of a 'next time' didn't
escape him. It brought a smile to his face and anticipation made his
insides flutter. He knew what it felt like to be with both sexes.
But he had never taken another man and had always been curious. "You
sure?" He had to ask one last time, but couldn't quite keep the
longing from his voice.

Logan cupped his face with both hands. "Very."

Remy released a shaky breath, the nervous tension
returning. As badly as he wanted to do this, Remy also wanted to do it
right; make the older mutant feel nothing but pleasure. And while he may
have never been top in the past, he had plenty of experience on what felt good
and what didn't for the one receiving. He lowered himself over Logan, capturing the
feral's lips in a tender kiss. Tongues played with each other, teasing
and petting, exploring teeth and the contour of the roofs of both mouths.
He broke the kiss with the older man, trailing saliva down Logan's chin as Remy nibbled his way lower
and lower, until he once again reached the older man's tormented length.
Running his tongue from base to tip, he sucked on Logan's cock like a lollipop, swirling his
tongue around the head and drawing groans from the older man. All the
while, his fingers were busy spreading the lotion and teasing the older man's
opening, feeling the puckered entrance quiver in anticipation. Skillful
fingers pushed in slow and deep, the digits curving and moving about until he
found what he was searching for. As he pressed against that secret spot,
he almost lost his hold on the hardened flesh in his mouth as Logan arched violently from the bed.

"Unnn..oh damn.." Logan cried as a shock of pleasure surged
through him. "M-More."

Remy grinned and obliged, pressing the fleshy mound again
and sending another spike of pleasure to the feral, the emotions rolling past
his own shields and the pleasured groans of his lover only heightening the
experience. He sucked in earnest, head bobbing up and down rapidly.
Logan could
feel himself approaching the edge and attempted to pull the other away.
"Remy..I'm gonna�Rem�" It was the only warning he was able to
give the boy as his balls tightened and cock spasmed in the moist warmth of the
Cajun's mouth. Remy drank him down like a man dying of thirst until Logan's member was spent; finally releasing the softening
member and licking it clean, savoring the bitter taste that was uniquely Logan. The older
man laid panting, eyes glazed over in sated bliss as he blinked towards the
ceiling. Once he felt he could move again, he reached down and pulled the
Cajun to him, kissing the boy with all the passion he felt, tasting himself on
the younger mutant's tongue. Logan's
fingers threaded into the auburn locks and fisted Remy's hair, holding the
other's head in place as Logan
ravaged that sweet mouth. When the kiss broke, Remy's eyes were closed
and he was breathless. Logan
grinned up at him, waiting for those eyes to open. When they did, his
smile broadened. "That was amazin', Gumbo. Now...Your
turn." Logan
pushed him back and began to turn on his stomach when he felt a hand press his
shoulder back.

"Whatcha doing?" Remy asked, confused for a
moment in his lust-filled haze.

Bemused, Logan
blinked at him for a moment. "Turnin' over."

Frowning, Remy held the older man in place. "Is
dat de way you want me to take you?" The feral was a man who liked
control, but was willing to give it up to Remy in this moment. It was a
precious gift that took the Cajun's breath away and brought wetness to his
eyes. But, Remy didn't want to completely strip away what the man held so
dear.

Logan's brows puckered. "I�.my legs are pretty heavy
for ya to have to hold up."

"Dat not what I asked, cher." Ruby orbs softened
as he watched a myriad of emotions play out over the older man's face; felt the
emotions in his own mind. "Is dat how you want dis?" Remy
knew what he himself preferred, but wanted the choice to be Logan's.

All of his life, Logan searched for someone who might
understand him, who might bring to his wild nature a calming peace, a balm on
the wounds of his tortured soul. Lifetimes come and gone, each new
generation and each new struggle wearing away his fragile grip on
humanity. This boy, so young in appearance, so aged in thought,
understood him more than any one ever had before. Maybe it was the prior
experiences with other ferals, or maybe it was some innate mutant
ability. Whatever it was, Logan's
eyes never saw it more clearly than right in this moment. Reaching up to
the Cajun, Logan
ran his fingers gently over the aristocratic brow, sliding down that exquisite
nose to skim lightly over plump, luscious lips; back up to cup and stroke high
cheekbones with his thumbs before settling onto both sides of that slender
neck. "I just wanna feel you any way I can."

The sound rumbled from the older mutant's chest, sending a
shiver through Remy's body. He felt the other man's cock twitch in
renewed interest against his stomach and moved his hand to stroke along Logan's member as he lost
himself in those beautiful blue eyes. "Den I wanna see your face
when I make love to you, cher." He whispered huskily, watching in
awe at the depth of emotion displayed in those cobalt eyes.

Logan laid back and spread his legs in invitation, pleased as he
watched the younger mutant position himself between. For his part, Remy
gathered the pillows on the bed, idly noting that the man had five of
them. /What he need wit' five pillows?/ Remy mused before turning
his attention back to the task at hand. Three were maneuvered in place
under Logan's
hips, raising the lower half of the feral's body into a more comfortable,
accessible position. A fourth pillow was rolled in on itself and shoved
in the space between the bed and the small of Logan's back. Despite the older man's
initial protest, Remy placed those muscular legs over his shoulders and placed
the tip of his erection at the older man's entrance, teasing the rim with tiny
circular movements of the hypersensitive head. "Ready?" He
breathed out with barely contained lust. At the nod from the other, Remy
slowly pushed into that tight, welcoming heat. Inch by glorious inch
disappeared as Logan
gasped at the incredible fullness. Time seemed to stand still with the
strain and effort, but Remy was determined to enter as slowly as possible,
giving Logan
time to adjust. When his member was finally seated to the root, Remy's
breathing became labored as he held that position. It was amazing, this
feeling; impossibly tight and an unfathomable joy he had never experienced in
his whole sordid life.

Logan groaned at the burn, pleasure and pain mixing together,
his own breath growing shallow. Sweat broke out on their bodies as they
remained motionless and joined, until finally Logan needed the boy to move. The
command from the man beneath him sent a tingle of excitement to his body and
Remy began a slow, torturous rhythm designed to bring them both to the edge
again and again without falling over. The pillows gave the perfect angle
so that thrust after thrust hit that spot inside sending explosions of pure
bliss to Logan's
already overloaded senses. "Harder, faster" he growled, lust
and need fuelling his throaty moans.

It was an order that Remy couldn't refuse as he began to
drive into his lover, the cords in his neck straining as flesh slapped against
flesh, filling the room with an intensely erotic sound to accompany the moans
and groans of the two men in the heat of passion. Sweat poured from their
bodies in rivulets, pooling in the sheets below as they moved. Logan's head thrashed
from side to side as his neglected shaft turned an angry red, steadily weeping
its desire. "Touch yourself, cher. Lemme see you come."
Remy gasped out, pounding erratically as he approached his own climax.

One large, beefy hand wrapped itself around that proud
piece of flesh and stroked in time to Remy's thrusts. Remy brought is own
hand around the leg he was holding and covered the feral's hand, helping the
man pleasure himself. A few more strokes and Logan's back arched, his head thrown back in
ecstasy as he released his essence over them both, white hot ribbons streaming
out continuously to stripe his own chest. Seeing and feeling the older
man in the throes of passion, feeling his lover clench tightly around him, was
too much for Remy and he lost his own battle, tensing and filling the man
beneath him with fiery liquid, claiming Logan in the most primal way. He
shoved his cock in as deep as possible; his hips flush with Logan's ass, wishing he could meld completely
inside the other man and join their souls for all time.

When the last of his seed was released, Remy fell forward
onto Logan; his
face buried in the other man's neck as he sobbed in gratitude at what this
powerful, beautiful man had given to him. Immediately, two big arms
folded around the boy, holding the trembling body tight and riding out the
storm of emotions. After such mind-blowing sex, there was only confusion
when he heard the boy sobbing. Logan
was fairly sure the Cajun was no virgin. And it took a minute for the
older man to understand what caused the loss of control in that normally cool
fa�ade. But, he said nothing, realizing what the boy needed as much as
Remy had read Logan's
own needs. Petting the Cajun's sweat-soaked locks and pushing the
plastered hair away from the younger man's neck, Logan kissed his temple and let the boy come
down on his own. Eventually, both men cleaned up their dried essence and
settled, the cooling sweat on their skin bringing a slight chill to their
bodies. Logan pulled the sheet over them
as Remy pillowed his head on Logan's
chest, arms wrapping around the older man as if he might disappear. And
they both drifted into the first peaceful slumber either had experienced in a
long, long time.

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