Unchained Instinct ( Complete)

Chapter 58

Logan tilted his face up to the waning moon, the night wrapping around him, soothing him with it’s obscurity. He glanced up at the dark balcony doors of his and Kurt’s room.

The kid was finally getting some much needed sleep, sinking into oblivion for a few hours between Logan’s last nightmare and him finally rising, dressing and jumping down to the lawn below to stare into the night sky and wonder about where the future had gone.

Almost everyone was gone now, Jean off to visit her parents and Scott gone to Hawaii to spend some time with his brother. Ororo had left this morning to see her sister and that left he and Kurt, and Hank still taking care of Cassie though he suspected Cassie fit enough to go home. Chuck was still here, of course...and Rogue.

And Rogue was out with Gambit again. Logan had his doubts about the Cajun, but who was he to judge? He had no right to judge anybody right now.

Logan’s thoughts circled around, trying not to light on his latest nightmare, but he was drawn back to the memories the dreams invoked, the physical stirring inside his body almost overwhelming.

Everything revolved around Her...Mystique’s eyes glowing with malice and triumph with every infliction of pain and emotional torment.

The most current dream haunted Logan now, of Jean’s lithe form caressing his naked flesh, working down his body to suck his cock. What would Kurt think if he knew how easily Logan had betrayed him with such unbound lust?

What would Jean think of him?

The sound of a car roaring up to the gate caught at Logan’s attention. He watched the gate open and Gambit’s little sports car wind its way leisurely up the drive.

Logan stood still as stone, his eyes fixed on Gambit’s long lean body unfolding from the car and coming around to open Rogue’s door.

Already there was a familiarity between the two, Rogue and Gambit looking right together...except for Rogue’s touching situation.

Logan almost smiled, imagining Gambit even now trying to figure a way around the problem. And if anybody could solve the problem, it was Gambit.

Another memory rolled through Logan’s mind, sending a wave of desire through him down to his groin. He watched Gambit escort Rogue up the steps, long fingered hand at the small of the girl’s back.

Gambit’s voice echoed in his mind. ‘Now this don’t gotta be a bad thing, mon ami. ....Gambit a lover above all else.’

Logan let out a frustrated growl, his cock throbbing with need. Running hands back through his hair, Logan gritted his teeth and clamped down on his errant thoughts.

Sitting on a marble bench, Logan bowed his head, breathing deeply, trying to find a calm place in his mind where only turmoil seemed to prevail. He looked up to see the moon had crawled higher in the night sky, the only light stabbing the darkness inside his mind.

“Nice night, eh, mon ami?”

Logan whirled to his feet, crouching in a defensive stance. His claws snicked out and flashed in the moonlight.

Gambit put up his hands in defense and took a step back. “Easy, Wolverine. No need for those lethal weapons of yours.”

Logan stared at Gambit, the memories of Mystique’s Gambit rushing through his brain. He hissed through his teeth and let his claws slide back in place. He fell back onto the marble bench and ran his hands over his face.

“What’dya want, Cajun?”

“Ain’t you the appreciative one. Gambit help save your ass from Mystique and that’s all the thanks he get?”

“Thanks. Now, what’dya want?”

Logan felt Gambit come closer, heard the slight sound of clothes rustling and smelled the aroma of the man’s cologne and own distinct scent, not at all unpleasant. Gambit sat beside him, inches between them and Gambit’s nearness was an assault on Logan’s senses.

“Just wonderin’ how ya doin’, that all. Mystique was pretty rough on ya it looked ta me. Looked like she cut ya up...maybe over and over again.”

Logan let out another hissing breath. “Yeah, she’s a real bitch.”

Gambit leaned closer and Logan had to restrain his desire to grab the man, roll him onto the grass and fuck that tight ass.

“Seem ta me, Mystique about more than just bleedin’ ya like a pig. Ya know?”

Logan said nothing, his mind whirling with Gambit’s nearness, his body aching for satisfaction.

“Seem ta me, she’d probably mess with your mind...maybe make ya think she’s someone else...that pretty little Kitty girl...or maybe Rogue?”

A warning growl rolled out of Logan, but Gambit didn’t let up. “Maybe she didn’t stop at the ladies. Maybe Mystique played some other parts too. Ah hear she can do that, change inta a man just as easy as a woman.”

“What’s yer game, Cajun? What’dya fishin’ for?”

“Gambit just curious,” Gambit said, sitting back. “Just a natural thing. He can’t help hisself.”

“And you know the old sayin’,” Logan shot back. “Curiosity killed the cat...or in this case, the Cajun.”

Gambit let out a laugh, a light chuckle that eased an ounce of the tension. “Ya gonna hunt Mystique down, Wolverine? Rip her throat out with those claws of yours?”

Logan turned on Gambit, forcing himself to face those scarlet eyes and sensual mouth. “What’da you care? The witch do somethin’ ta you?”

Again, Gambit put up his hands. “Not me. But she hurt Rogue and that pisses me off.”

“Pisses me off too...what she did ta Kurt...ta Rogue...ta all these kids at one time or ‘nother.”

Gambit nodded thoughtfully and rubbed his chin with a thumb. “Ya know, Rogue want ta go after Mystique right now. Ah’m worried ‘bout her.”

Logan shot a hand out and gripped Gambit by the biceps. “Tell me, Gumbo, ya gonna join the X-Men or not? Make up yer mind. Cause if you are, I’ve gotta little assignment for you. A real important assignment.”

Gambit’s eyes narrowed and he let his gaze fall to Logan’s hold on his arm, but Logan just firmed his grip and leaned in, ignoring his body’s reaction to the man.

“Answer me.”

“All right, Ah’ll answer ya,” Gambit replied and Logan released his hold. Gambit rubbed his arm and raised his chin, scarlet eyes sparking in the darkness. “Ah’m joinin’up. That make ya happy?”

“I don’t care one way or the other,” Logan said. “But if you care half as much about Rogue as you seem to, then stick with her. I know that girl. She gets it in her head she’s goin’ after Mystique, she’ll do it and she might just get herself in too deep. You watch over Rogue and make sure she stays safe and I’ll owe you more than just a rescue.”

Gambit held Logan’s gaze for a long moment then a quirk of a smile pulled at the man’s mouth. “Ya see, Wolverine, we do got somethin’ in common. That little lady don’t need ta worry about nothin’, chere. Gambit will be there ta watch her back...and all the rest of her.”

“Good.”

Gambit leaned in again. “That mean ya not goin’ after Mystique?”

Logan pushed up off the bench, needing some distance from Gambit. “What I do is none of your business. Your only concern is Rogue’s safety...that she don’t go off huntin’ Her without some back up. Ya got that, Cajun?”

Gambit tilted his head and those scarlet eyes narrowed then a nod came. “Ah got that.” He rose and stretched and that simple act was unconsciously sensual...or maybe Gambit did it deliberately, taunting Logan with his suspicions. “Well, bon soir, Wolverine. And if Ah don’t see ya again soon...take care.”

Logan watched Gambit turn and stroll away as if he hadn’t a care in the world then the throbbing in his groin drew him back to the moment and his physical need. He glanced up at the darkened doorway of his and Kurt’s room, thought about his lover lying in their bed. He imagined the elf’s blue black hair, silky strands against the pillow and Logan wanted nothing more than to bury his face in Kurt’s dark fur and his cock, deep inside his lover’s body.