Title: A little Tenderness - Alternate Ending that replaces parts 3-5

Author: Morgana (morganalebeau@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.oocities.org/morganalebeau/

Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexual content and violence.

Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Wolverine

Series/Sequel: Alternate Ending zu A little Tenderness

Summary: Slash.

Disclaimer: Gambit and X-Men is (c)copyright of Marvel Comics. No copyright infringement is intended.

Archive/distribution: Yes, just drop me a note telling me where you're archiving it.

Notes: Hi there :)
Vangiekitty asked me to write my version of what would have happened after Logan comforted Remy. This is what I came up with. It's rated NC_17 for sexual content!

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A little Tenderness - Alternate Version

By Morgana

"Hey bub, can I come inside?"
"Logan?" Remy whispered surprised. His body tensed with hope and uncertainty, but he desperately tried to keep it out of his voice. "Sure, mon ami. Come on in, de door's open." Nervously, he rose to his feet and waited for the inevitable. Part of him had hoped that Logan would give him a chance to talk about what had happened, but at the same time he feared the possible outcome of such a conversation.
Logan's eyes scanned the room to make sure that they were alone. The words, which he was going to speak, were only meant for Remy's ears. Finally, his gaze came to rest on Remy and he immediately smelled the young man's nervousness, fear and excitement. Yes, coming here had been the right thing to do.
"We need to talk, kid," Logan growled, but didn't move away from the doorway. He'd spent the last few hours pondering Remy's admissions. It had shocked him to learn that Remy had been raped because he'd failed to control his charm power as a teenager. He couldn't imagine the pain involved, but realized it had greatly affected the Cajun. "Can I sit down?"
"Mais oui," Remy whispered slightly confused. Logan's thoughtful glance made him nervous. Had Logan reached the conclusion that he'd crossed a line earlier at the lake? Did he regret comforting him? Cold fear wrapped itself around his heart. //Please, don' let me lose dis friendship 'cause of a kiss an' an embrace,// he prayed upset. He'd lost too many friends that way!
Logan looked about and decided that the bed was the best option. As he sat down, he gestured Remy to join him. A stabbing pain moved through his heart, as Remy sat down as far away as possible. This wasn't going to be easy and he was bad with words. It would be so much easier to act on his feelings, but that was the one thing he couldn't do, not yet!
Confused, Remy tried to make sense of Logan's expression. The blue eyes carried warmth, but also insecurity. Mon Dieu, had Logan come here to end their friendship? "Logan, je suis désolé! I never wanted..." But Logan raised his hand and Remy bit down the words. This was his fault! He should never have given in to Logan's request to let him hold him. Why had he lowered his shields? Merde!
"Remy," Logan started slowly and sought out the red on black eyes. Were tears lurking in those alien orbs? //Slowly, ya need ta do this slowly!// he reminded himself. Before coming here, he had set up a couple of rules he was going to abide to. One of them was not to make Remy feel threatened.
"Oui?" Remy whispered shakily. All he could think of was that he couldn't lose the one friend he'd left here at the mansion. Then he would truly be alone.
"I thought 'bout our talk at the lake," Logan said steadfast. This was it. He'd made up his mind one hour ago and now he had to come clean. Remy deserved that. "I liked holdin' ya."
Remy gasped. "What did y' say?" Had Logan really admitted to that?
"I liked kissin' ya," Logan continued and his hand reached out for Remy's.
"Mon Dieu," Remy whispered. "I don' understand, Logan."
"I don't blame ya," Logan said softly. "Took me all eve ta come ta terms with this. I still wanna kiss ya."
His heartbeat quickened, pounding madly in his chest. Last thing he'd expected was for Logan to come here and make such an admission. Maybe Logan did care for him. Could he be that lucky? He remembered the way those strong arms had held him in his darkest hour. Logan had even coaxed him in to lowering his defenses. Mon Dieu! He trusted the man!
Logan moistened his lips and managed to take hold of Remy's trembling left hand. "I ain't into one-night stands," he clarified. His relationships had always been about trust and commitment and he wasn't going to make an exception now. Remy's eyes revealed confusion and he felt deeply sympathetic.
This was the first time that he felt attracted to a man and he was going to face his feelings. Remy had been hurt too many times already and he wasn't going to add to that pain. No, he wanted to soothe the young man and prove to him that making love could be beautiful. He had never made love to a man before, but he couldn't deny this attraction, this love he felt for the Cajun. Ignoring it meant betraying them both.
"Mais," Remy stuttered, overwhelmed by the expression in those warm eyes. "What are y' trying t' say?"
"I wanna make love ta ya, Remy," Logan whispered seductively. "And I want ya ta take down that flamin' shield." Something Remy had said earlier returned to him and he added, "Ya said that love couldn't get in 'cause yer 'fraid ta lower yer defenses. I want ya ta feel, Remy, ta FEEL."
Remy's upper lip twitched, hearing that demand. "Logan, are y' sure? I don' want y' t' do anyt'in' y' might regret later." Was Logan really suggesting that they tried building a relationship? Logan, the man he'd always considered strictly heterosexual? Embittered, he laughed. "Why are y' doin' dis, cher? T'ink it will make me feel better? I don' want pity."
Logan shook his head. Determined, he gently squeezed Remy's hands. While rubbing Remy's knuckles he waited for the younger man to finally meet his gaze. He smelled Remy's fear of disappointment and realized he had to convince him before this could go any further. "I care 'bout ya, kid. I don't know why, don't remember when it started, but. I'm fallin' in love with ya, Remy."
Remy had unwillingly started to pant slightly, reading the truth in Logan's eyes. "Cher, I..." His voiced faltered, as he stared at Logan's fingers, loosely twined around his. Only moments ago he'd dreamed of such an admission and now that it had been made, he didn't know how to react to it. Maybe it was best to speak his thoughts aloud. "Logan."
His name had merely been a sigh and patiently, Logan waited for Remy to get a grip on this new situation. Remy's puzzled look made him smile gently. Oh, yes, he knew what he was getting himself in to with this Cajun thief. This young man had been hurt tremendously and it would take time to gain his trust, but he was more than willing to try. "Tell me," he urged Remy on, eager to find out the answer. No, he already knew that Remy wouldn't turn him away. Remy might be frightened, but the need to be loved was much too strong. //I can give ya that love, if ya let me.//
Nervously, Remy allowed his fingers to explore the palm of Logan's hand. This felt strangely intimate and he pulled Logan's affection for him into his soul like a sponge. "Logan," he started again, "De hommes don' care f'r me in dat way."
"What way?" Logan asked and slid a little closer while carefully monitoring Remy's reactions. The Cajun didn't move and encouraged, Logan brushed his lips over Remy's brow.
The sudden contact set of a sparkle inside Remy's mind. Mon Dieu! Logan was serious! Then he remembered that he had been trying to explain something. "Hommes take what dey want. Hardly ever give."
"I intend ta give ya anythin' ya need, Remy," Logan sighed into the Cajun's ear and goose flesh appeared on Remy's throat. "Are ya still hungry for love?"
"Oui," Remy admitted with a heavy sigh. "Mais..."
"Do ya want this ta happen?" Logan asked, already aware of the answer. Slowly, his tongue licked the skin beneath the Cajun's left ear and then his lips took possession of that delicious ear lobe. Gently, he nibbled on it. Remy's desperate soft mews made him grow hard.
"Oui," was all Remy managed to breathe, as Logan tenderly pushed him on to his back.
But Logan smelled the return of Remy's fear and changed technique. Quickly, in one elegant move, he managed to roll Remy on top of his body. "Do ya trust me, kid?" Logan asked, understanding why Remy reacted like this. The red eyes had darkened with remembered fear. "The past ain't goin' ta repeat itself," he reassured the younger man. "I ain't goin' ta rape ya, Remy. I wanna make love ta ya."
Remy swallowed hard, suddenly realizing that he was straddling Logan's hips. He'd known that Logan would ask him that question. Everything revolved about trust. Did he trust Logan enough to lower his shields, to let himself FEEL Logan's love? Did he? Was he willing to risk getting hurt to find out?
"If ya need more time ta decide I'll understand," Logan soothed him and raised one hand to tangle in the soft hair. The long auburn locks felt like silk. He realized he had to back off and let Remy make this call.
Remy had impressed him all along. If the charm power had hit HIM at such a young age, Logan would have had trouble controlling it as well. Would he have recovered the way Remy had? Would he have found the courage to let someone in again? To let someone get this close to him while all kind of horrific memories could crash in any moment? "I love ya, Remy," the words suddenly struggled free from his lips and he loved the way Remy's eyes grew big. "I really do," he repeated in a firm tone. How could he have been so blind? Had he pushed this feeling away all along? Had he mistaken it for feelings of protection? Yeah, he wanted to keep Remy safe, hold him tight and take away all the pain the young Cajun had buried deep inside himself. Maybe. "Lower yer shields, Remy. Do it. Do it for me. Do it 'cause ya trust me."
Remy stared down at him, probing those blue eyes and found them sincere. Logan's arms slid up behind him, pulling him in to hug and he gave in willingly. Sighing, he rested his head on Logan's shoulder and buried his face in the older man's clothes. Part of him couldn't believe what Logan was offering him. Shakily, he did as Logan commanded and threw off the burden he was so used to carry inside his soul. With his shields gone, he allowed Logan's feelings in and softly, he sobbed in his new lover's arms.
Tenderly, Logan rubbed Remy's back in long, soothing strokes. The Cajun had cried himself asleep in his arms and during the last hour, Logan had moved in to a more comfortable position. Sprawled like a cat, Remy's body rested on top of his. Logan had gently pushed the young man's head underneath his chin and now stared at the wall, pondering all admissions they had made today. Remy had reacted the way he'd expected, no surprises there.
The Cajun was starving for affection and had grabbed the lifeline he had presented Remy with. His heart felt heavy, remembering their emotional conversation at the lake. That had been when he'd realized that Remy was willing to accept being raped, just to be held like that. That realization had made him mad and still angered him. He had to find a way to make Remy realize that he wasn't a helpless teenager any longer!
Back then, his charging power must have been weak, but things were different now. Yet, the man he was holding in his arms smelled of fear every time he lowered his shields. Even now, he wondered if Remy had subconsciously raised them again. How could he make Remy understand that it was safe to take down his defenses? He'd been betrayed and taken advantage of too many times. Looking down at Remy's peaceful face a powerful urge to keep him safe surfaced in the seasoned warrior. "I promise that no one will ever hurt ya 'gain, Remy. I'd rather die than."
"Don' say it, cher," Remy interrupted him in a pleading tone.
Surprised, Logan raised an eyebrow. He hadn't realized that Remy was awake. "But I want ta say it, Remy," he replied firmly. Sleep filled red eyes stared back at him, as Remy raised his head. "I'm always extremely protective of my lover," he said sincerely.
"Lovers. Is dat what we are, cher?" Remy asked, desperately seeking confirmation that it hadn't just been a dream. But no, Logan was still tightly holding him, pressing him in to his warm body. For the first time since he'd returned from Antarctica he felt warm and wanted.
"Yer shields?" Logan inquired and clasped his hands behind Remy's neck, slowly pulling his lover closer until their lips brushed.
Baffled by the intense emotions he was reading in Logan's eyes, Remy forced himself to check on his defenses. The shields had slipped back in to place during his sleep, a defense mechanism, which had saved him many times.
Logan read the answer in Remy's eyes and whispered. "Ya don't need those shields. Let go."
Nervously, Remy licked his lips. Did Logan realize how hard this was on him? //Oui, he does,// he thought in sudden understanding.
As Remy lowered his shields, Logan felt the urge to claim those lips and explore every delightful inch of the softness inside. Slowly, giving Remy the change to pull back, he deepened the kiss.
Willingly, Remy gave in and sucked the tip of Logan's tongue, drawing a growl from the older man's lips. Feeling shy all of sudden, he slid away from Logan and closely watched those blue eyes. "What do y' want me t' do?" he asked, used to obeying commands and pleasing the other man in order to escape getting hurt or beaten. He still expected that Logan would come to his senses and realize what the hell he was doing. If that happened, Logan would be seriously pissed off and he wasn't looking forward to that confrontation.
Logan remembered another rule he'd set before coming here. Remy needed to be in control of their actions. "I want ya ta explore my body, feel my skin, kiss me, but first ya might wanna remove my clothes!"
Remy smiled and slowly unbuttoned Logan's shirt. His trembling fingers revealed his nervousness and he cursed himself for his obvious fear. It didn't matter if Logan hurt him. The man had already given him what he'd craved for so long, a little tenderness. He would willingly take the pain.
Logan continued to study Remy's eyes. "Don't be 'fraid," he whispered eventually. If only he could take away that fear!
"I'm tryin' hard, cher," Remy replied. "Mais." He'd managed to unbutton the shirt and Logan's well-defined muscle tone almost made his mouth water. Such a man couldn't want him!
"What do ya think? Should we get rid off the rest as well?" Logan asked teasingly. Remy's arousal pressed against his stomach and he tried to understand the conflicting emotions on the young man's face. "Ya want this. Ya need it, but yer 'fraid," he remarked knowingly.
Remy nodded his head. "I don' want t' be afraid," he admitted in a raw tone. "Mais." While unzipping Logan's jeans, his eyes darkened. "Mais, I'm not used t'."
"Bein' on top?" Logan whispered teasingly. "Hey, at least ya know what yer doin'! This is new ta me!" Logan said, telling his lover a white lie. Yes, he had never made love to another man, but his feral side was telling him he could take Remy whenever he wanted to. //Not givin' in!// he thought resolved.
"Oui," Remy mumbled and couldn't help licking his lips, as Logan's erection sprang free from the confiding garments he'd just pulled down the muscular body.
Quickly, Logan kicked the jeans and underwear off his feet. "Ya like what yer seein', kid?"
"Mais oui."
Logan groaned. "It's amazin'. Suddenly yer entire vocabulary has been reduced to two simple words."
Remy ignored the remark. Logan's naked body revealed its power and endurance. //Mon Dieu, I always knew he could pin me down an' take me, mais. // All struggle would be useless against those strong arms and legs. God help him if Logan changed his mind while they were having sex.
"I'm all yers," Logan whispered, trying to stir Remy in to action. Hell, his erection was pounding and he hoped Remy would be willing to help him find release. //Ain't goin' ta make the first move though.//
"What do y' want me t' do?" Remy repeated in a pleading tone. It wasn't supposed to be like this! Logan should be the one on top, telling him what to do!
"Why don't ya show me what ya'd like me ta do ta ya?" Logan whispered wickedly.
"Mais, je." Remy stuttered at a loss. Why would Logan ask him something like that? Suddenly, he read Logan's intentions in his blue eyes. "Cher, y' willin' t' do dis for me?" A sob escaped his throat. "No one ever did dis for me."
"Yer in control, Remy," Logan confirmed and smiled gently. "Ya call the shots. All I'm askin' is, make me come."
"Mon Dieu," Remy whispered, deeply touched by Logan's understanding. "I won' disappoint y'," he promised passionately. Slowly, his hands started to explore his lover's body, tentatively at first. Uncertain, if Logan was being serious. He'd never been in control before and the thrill of doing whatever he wanted was almost too much to handle.
Logan looked at the young man, straddling his hips. The tip of his shaft was leaking precum and he ached for Remy's touch. "Kiss me, feel me." he whispered seductively.
Remy nodded his head, setting aside his nervousness and decided where to touch his lover first. As he bent forward, his tongue found one already erect nipple and teasingly, his tongue drew circles around it.
"Yeah." Logan hissed and his hips bucked in response to the delicate stimulation.
Growing more confident Remy smiled warmly. Then, he licked his lips and gently suckled one of Logan's nipples. His teeth scraped along the hardened flesh and Logan threw back his head. Remy cringed, realizing he was equally aroused and almost coming because he knew that this fierce and powerful man was entrusting his body to him.
"Je t'aime," he whispered, as his lips moved down Logan's body, leaving behind a trial of kisses along his lover's chest and washboard stomach. He wanted to make Logan come and he knew how to do it. Although he had been forced to do this in the past, he was now willing to offer it out of his free will.
His agile fingers gently massaged Logan's scrotum, getting used to the velvet structure underneath his fingertips. "Won' take much t' make y' come, cher," he whispered, amazed at his bravery. Part of him still expected to be raped.
Logan grinned. Remy was growing bolder and he loved seeing the growing confidence on the thief's face. "Remy, please," he begged, knowing it would urge Remy to make him come.
"Mais oui, cher." Remy whispered and knelt between Logan's knees. Slowly, he nudged them apart. As he took a deep breath, he marvelled at the beauty of this man's body. He ran his fingertips over Logan's legs, massaging the powerful thighs. Logan's gift was precious and Remy vowed to never betray this trust.
His fingers teased against Logan's buttocks and then returned to his lover's erect shaft. "Will make y' come, cher, promise." Remy muttered before licking the precum of Logan's tip.
"Ahhh," Logan moaned and buried his hands in Remy's hair. This was going too fast! He wanted this to last, but. Remy's tongue circled the head, drove itself in to the slit and sucked hard. His scream echoed through the Cajun's bedroom. "Kid, what are ya doin' ta me?"
Remy didn't reply, too focused on giving his lover what he wanted.
Suckling, scraping, licking, his tongue and teeth manipulated his lover's pounding shaft and Logan cursed loudly at Remy's stalling. "Yer enjoyin' this a little too much!" he admonished the Cajun, but sucked in his breath as Remy took him even deeper in to his mouth. The warmth that enveloped his shaft was driving him over the edge. It took his last strength to raise his head to look at Remy. He wanted to see the thief's eyes, wanted to know if there was pleasure in them or pain.
Remy grinned, seeing the expression in Logan's eyes. His right hand clasped the base of Logan's shaft and he started to stroke in a slow, but determined rhythm, wondering how much longer Logan was going to last.
Logan released a strangled moan, as Remy sucked hard at the tip of his shaft. As orgasm finally hit him, his eyes never drifted away from his lover's. Groaning, he realized that Remy was swallowing his cum. "Remy, ya don't need ta." His lover's demanding tongue returned, licking him clean.
Satisfied, Remy pulled away and watched his lover from the foot end of the bed. Logan looked baffled. "Y' liked dat?" he asked questioningly.
"Remy, come here kid!" Logan growled the command, lurched forward and claimed that soft mouth, eager to taste himself on Remy's lips.
Surprised at this outburst of passion, Remy grinned. "I guess y' liked it, oui?" he managed to quip while Logan's tongue tried to engage his in a duel. The softness in Logan's eyes took him aback. "Do y' really love me?" he asked shakily.
"Yeah, Remy," Logan said and laughed warmly. "Love ya." Remy's watering eyes told him how much the Cajun had needed to hear just that. "Now it's time ta get ya outa those clothes!" he decided. Hopefully, Remy wasn't that afraid of him anymore. "I can smell yer excitement, Remy." His hand slid down the faded jeans and explored the erection pressing against the fabric. "Do ya trust me?"
"Oui," Remy sighed and melted in to the embrace. Logan wouldn't hurt him.
"Good," Logan growled and pushed him in to a sitting position until his back rested against the foot end. "Like yer bed. It's comfortable and big!" he whispered absentmindedly, concentrating on getting rid of Remy's clothes.
First, he threw the shirt onto the floor. His eyes quickly scanned the lean body and without wasting any time, he lurched forward and started showering the younger man's chest with kisses. Amazed, he realized that Remy was giggling. "Don't tell me yer ticklish!"
"Jus' a li'l," Remy admitted and relaxed, reminding himself that he could trust Logan.
"That's just great!" Logan exclaimed in mock annoyance. One claw sprang from his knuckles and he used it to unzip Remy's jeans.
"Careful, cher!" Remy exclaimed, seeing a claw that close to his groin.
"Thought ya trusted me!" Logan growled and the claw disappeared. "Help me!" he commanded and gestured for Remy to raise his hips so he could remove the jeans.
Remy leaned back and watched Logan closely. This was what he needed, what he'd craved for so long. He grinned, as Logan realized that he wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Ya little tease, ya." Logan whispered approvingly, "but little ain't the word I would use ta describe that!" His fingers closed around Remy's erection and slowly, he started to differ pace and pressure. Within seconds, Remy was moaning his desire. Suddenly, Logan realized that now they had reached this point, he was getting cold feet.
Remy panted hard, as Logan's strokes grew slower, yet firmer. He'd closed his eyes at the first skin contact, but now they flashed open, sensing Logan's hesitation. "What's wrong, cher?" he whispered nervously.
"Feel like a fuckin' virgin!" Logan admitted, partly to ease the tension in the room. But the truth was that he did feel insecure. "Wanna do this right."
Remy smiled lazily. "Y're doin' everyt'ing right."
Logan kissed him harshly, sucking on the tip of Remy's tongue. Immediately, the young man's hips bucked to get closer to him. //Ya expect me ta take ya, but I got different plans for our first time.//
"Gimme a sec," he mumbled and slid off the bed. Quickly, he searched the pockets of his jeans.
Remy sighed at the sudden loss of stimulation and wished Logan would finish what he'd started. "What are y' doin', cher?" he said pleadingly.
"Just gettin' somethin' we might need," Logan whispered. His eyes sparkled as he returned to the bed.
Remy nodded his head, recognizing the item in Logan's hand. //Lube. Oui, will make t'ings easier,// he thought relieved. That way it wouldn't hurt that badly. Last thing he wanted was to be dragged down to the med lab by Logan after they'd sex.
To Logan, Remy was pure seduction. His head, bowed to his chest, mirrored submission, but the rest of the Cajun's body expressed lust and want. "C'mon," he growled and pulled Remy on to his back.
Remy let him, knowing better than to fight Logan. This had been bound to happen ever since their talk at the lake. But Logan would be gentle.
Logan recognized the expression in Remy's eyes, which consisted of submission and acceptance of his fate. Grinning, he straddled Remy's hips while his right hand returned to massaging his lover's erection. "Got a surprise for ya," he whispered privately.
"Mon Dieu? Y're hard 'gain!" he moaned.
"Yeah," Logan growled and nodded his head. "And all 'cause of ya, kid."
"Cher?" Remy suddenly realized that something weird was going on. Until a moment ago, Logan had been stimulating him by massaging his shaft, but now the man was rubbing lube on to it! "Uhm, cher?" Remy quipped, suddenly smiling in spite of the pain that would surely follow. "Might be better t' put de lube on y'r coq instead of mine."
"I know what I'm doin'," Logan whispered passionately. "For now, I'm callin' the shots."
Obediently, Remy nodded his head. "Mais cher, dis way de lube..."
Logan flung the tube on to the floor and claimed Remy's lips. After kissing his lover breathlessly, he whispered, "Don't talk, Remy. Just FEEL."
Silenced, Remy waited patiently for Logan to make his move. He was about to push a pillow underneath his lower back to take some strain off his legs, which would be up in the air soon, when Logan's expression stopped him.
Slowly, almost teasingly, Logan raised himself and licked his lips. He'd never realized how much he loved this young thief. Loved him enough to.
"Mon Dieu, cher." Remy yelped, as Logan slowly lowered himself on to his slick shaft. Only now, Logan's intentions dawned on Remy. "C'est impossible!" he moaned, as Logan pushed down, slowly taking in more of him. Remy moved quickly and cupped his lover's buttocks in his hands.
Logan threw back his head, biting back the ache that shot up his spine as his body dealt with this sudden intrusion. "Remy," he whispered, reminding himself why he was doing this. As he looked down, he noticed Remy's big eyes. "Love ya," he whispered and experimentally raised himself, watching Remy's changed expression. Suddenly, he saw the truth in those eyes. "No one ever did this for ya?"
"Non," Remy managed to breathe, overwhelmed by the sensation. Logan was tight and hot. "So tight." he whispered off guard.
Logan grew silent, as Remy squirmed underneath him. He wanted to give this Cajun thief pleasure and ecstasy. Slowly, he grew used to having this presence inside him and he succeeded in establishing a seductive rhythm. Remy's hips rose in response and as he pushed down, he relished seeing the glow in his lover's eyes.
Remy's heart missed several beats, seeing this man riding him, but in such a different manner than he had ever imagined. Logan's actions had completely surprised him. His breathing grew rapid and shallow, as Logan brought him to orgasm by tightening his muscle around his exploding shaft. "JE T'AIME!" he screamed, as he finally found release.
Logan burned Remy's expression in to his memory. He never wanted to forget that look of utter trust and love. Making love to Remy in this way had been a logical choice. His healing factor ensured a quick recovery and he would never risk hurting his lover. Remy's yelps weakened but still echoed through the bedroom.
"Je t'aime. je t'aime. je t'aime... je t'aime..."
The words made Logan smile. "It's okay, Remy," he whispered, as Remy's satiated sex softened. Logan rolled off his lover's body, but wasted no time folding his arms around the young man, pulling him into a tight embrace.
Spent, Remy stared into Logan's sparkling eyes. Briefly, he had been worried about his lover, knowing that this had been the first time he'd had sex with another man. "Are y' all right, cher?" he asked in a trembling tone.
"Better than 'fore we made love," Logan whispered and kissed Remy's quivering eyelids. "What 'bout ya, kid? Did ya FEEL that?"
"Oui," Remy breathed, as tiny tremors still shook his body. "Was de first time dat."
Soothingly, Logan stroked his lover's back. "First time it didn't hurt?"
"Oui," Remy whispered. Maybe Logan had been right and his vocabulary had been reduced to this one word. "Oui, mais it was also de first time someone made love t' me. Merci, Logan. Merci."
"Love ya," Logan repeated sincerely. "I told ya that I'd make sure no one ever hurt ya again!"
Snuggling up to Logan, Remy released a heavy sigh. "Merci, Logan," he stuttered. "I never knew it could be like dat."
Protectively, Logan pulled the young man close to his chest. Remy's body relaxed against his. "Go to sleep," he whispered amused, realizing this sexual encounter had mentally drained the Cajun. "I ain't goin' any where," he added. "Am goin' ta hold ya all through the night."
Remy wanted to say something, but kept back, not wanting to destroy this sweet moment.
"It's okay," Logan soothed him, smelling the sudden stench of fearful apprehension. "I'll be here when ya wake up."
Remy sighed relieved.
"I plan on holdin' ya every night, if ya'll let me."
Remy's heart pounded madly in his chest. "Every night?"
"Yeah, told ya I ain't in to one-night stands. Now yer stuck with me!"
"I like dat," Remy admitted while a tear crept down his face. Logan's body offered him all the warmth he needed and the man's love would keep him from drowning in the icy cold of his arctic dreams.
Logan pulled the comforter over their bodies and returned to stroking Remy's back. He placed a kiss on an auburn locks and whispered, "And keep those shields down, Remy. I want ya ta feel my love for ya!"
"I will," Remy promised, as he drifted of into sleep, soothed by Logan's sincere feelings of affection and passion. "I FEEL y'r love, cher. I can finally FEEL love."

 

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