Title: Some sacrifice's are worth the world
Author: Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk) & Limo Lady's (LimoLady@prodigy.net)
Website: none
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Some sacrifice's are worth the world 3
By Firesong & Limo Lady's
Remy stirred from his light slumber, by a body sliding into bed with him. Feeling him curl up close behind him. He could feel the course hairy chest against his shoulder blades and a warm breath against his neck. Reaching behind him, he stroked the naked hips and waist, before pulled the man’s arms around him, and snuggled back close. “You alright darlin’?”
“Oui.” He whispered. He enjoyed snuggling with the Canadian. This was the most he could bear before things began to get uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and relaxed. This was the only man he trusted to have his back against. Logan had given his word that nothing would happen if Remy didn’t want it. He fantasized about being able to go all the way with him, but whenever he tried, he would just freeze up and Logan would end up leaving frustrated. It wasn’t fair to either of them.
“Can I kiss ya?” Logan asked, rubbing his chest against Remy’s back. Nodding he felt Logan kiss his shoulder and neck. He liked it. He enjoyed feeling Logan’s chest rumble against him, sending tingles all over his body. He knew his charm tended to leak out when he was fully relaxed, hence a real no-no to Champagne, but he couldn’t help it. The Canadian’s very essence made him want to relax and melt onto his open arms. He was sure that Logan would stop if it became too much.
Logan felt Remy’s skin turn to goose bumps as he bHeHrushed Remy’s nipples with his thumb. Again he positively purred. The way Remy’s body reacted to his every touch, it was damn sexy. What made it even more desirable was that the Cajun did it all without knowing. It was instinct. He kissed harder, deeper and was rewarded with a cry of pain/ pleasure. He wondered how anyone this sensitive could bare to be touched at all, but he knew he would enjoy making him squirm with delight. Remy drove him crazy with desire. Spooning against the young man so close and tight, it was like they were the only two parts of a puzzle. Burying his face in Remy’s hair, he could smell cinnamon and coconut. He didn’t like either of these scents usually, but mixed along with the Cajun’s personal smell, it was making him horny.
He couldn’t help himself, and sunk his teeth in Remy’s neck with enough pressure to break the skin. Remy’s sudden intake of breath and shudder made his senses tingle, and a sudden excitement rush to his loins. His blood tasted sweet like honey but with a spicy undertone. It was almost addictive. Instinctively, his grip around the Cajun’s chest and arms tightened. Grabbing the Cajun’s wrists so tight, Remy’s hands couldn’t open even if he tried. The curves of the man’s buttocks in front of him felt so erotic, and the way his skin tasted, the noises he made…. His whole body was beckoning Logan to take him, practically begging him to make the boy scream in agony and ecstasy. It was as if this boy was made for taking your pleasures from.
He had tried to initiate making love with Remy before, but it had ended badly. It was the first time Remy’s nightmares had started. His dreams had since then become frequent and steadily worse. The burning in his loins pulled him from his thoughts, begging to be sated. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He would make sure that Remy got his release too. He just had to show that sex didn’t have to be a painful experience. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, he just had to do this. Remy’s smell of fear, his soft cries made his cock feel harder than it ever had before. The lust begun to turn into an animal like madness, driving what common sense Logan had into the abyss. All that was left was need, lust and desire.
He wedged a leg between the Cajun’s, before bending it at the knee, with Remy’s top leg pulled over his thigh. Logan pinned the other leg with his own. Remy was left with his torso and waist parallel, and held against Logan’s with his legs pinned apart. All his weight was held by Wolverine, and there was no way he could break free. He begged Logan to let go, but he didn’t seem to be listening.
Remy tried pulling his charm back in, but it was no good. Panic and fear just drove it to higher levels. I know dis is my fault Cher. Please don’ hate me in de morning. I’m so sorry. Logan’s hard kisses became more frantic; he could feel Logan’s arms tighten around him, squeezing the breath from his lungs. Please let dis be over soon. Please God let dis be over soon. Another part of him just sniggered. It sounded an awful lot like sinister. You deserve this. It’s what you are made for. You are always going to drive those who make love to you mad. They will only hurt you. I alone can make this enjoyable. You are for Sinister and only Sinister. Made to have your face shoved in the dirt, and your dignity taken. You are His! The pain of Logan entering him made him scream. Memories of other taking him hard and painfully flashed across his mind. The Marauders, Sabretooth, The Antiquary, Jean Luc and many others. The pain never lessened. Never got any better. Only one man, who had taken him, had made it enjoyable. It had been Sinister. His charm and empathy were the only things that could make Sinister feel. He was right. Like Joseph was the only person who could touch Rogue, it was only Sinister who could make love to Remy. Maybe it was time he stopped trying to fight fate, and accept it. Accept a life with Sinister.
Logan continued to pound into Remy, his growls were inhuman, his grip was like iron. His sweat covered body, held the Cajun so tight. The heat within felt so good; it was like a drug. Finally with a howl of complete gratification he came, spilling his seed inside the Cajun’s body. He hadn’t even the sense to withdraw from his lover, just instinctively pulling his mate close; he nuzzled the man’s neck, and succumbed to deep sleep.
“Je suis desole, mon amour.” Remy whispered before he too blacked out into the merciful blackness.