Title: Devil's Churn

Author: Lu (LoganRemy@hotmail.com)

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Wolverine

Series/Sequel: unfinished, part 1

Summary: Logan & Remy are assigned to find out what's happening to the tourist in a small vacationer town on the west coast.

Disclaimer: The X-men belong to Marvels... I'm not making any money... but I'm just playing with the characters.

Archive/distribution: please, let me know where

Notes: What else but Logan & Remy pairing.

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Devil's Churn

By Lu

 

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I swear?
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
I know someday you'll have
A beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
Why can't it be?
Can't it be mine?
Pearl Jam

 

Chapter One

"Wolverine!"
Logan turned to wait for Scott.
"There's a problem I want you to look into on the West Coast." Scott said as he walked up to the shorter man. "Cerebro detected some unusual activities in the area of Devil's Churn, Oregon."
"Nice area, when do I leave?"
"Your taking Gambit with you. If I have to put up with his sulking and fits one more second I'm going to kill him. The sooner you get him out of here the better."
"Come on Cyke, the kid went cold turkey, have a heart. A couple of months without sex, for him it's gotta be hard." Logan chuckled.
"I liked him better when he nailed anything that didn't hold still. I wish Rouge would forgive him and they'd get back together." Scott walked away. "Your papers are in the Black Bird, you have reservations at the Shell Middens in Yachats, good luck."
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Logan found Remy in front of the TV as usual. "Get yer ass up, Cajun, and pack a bag for the next couple of days. We got us an assignment in Oregon."
"Oregon, Us, w'at de fuck." Gambit jumped off the couch.
"Ya need to get out of the house, yer driving everyone nuts, Gumbo."
"Fuckkk?" Gambit stomped off to his room.
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Remy took the seat next to Logan. "When we getting back, mon ami?"
"As soon as we find what's causing the disappearances of tourist in the area? Remy, while we're there why don' ya get yerself laid?" Logan turned to look the younger man in the eyes. "It wasn' so bad after ya n Rouge called it quits cause ya were screwing everything in sight, but the last two months have been hell on all of us."
"So cher, w'at y' saying is y' like Gambit better w'en 'e fucking everything around town?" The tightly contained anger was obvious around his ample lips.
"What I'm saying is yer strung tighter than a virgin's underwear."
Quick as lightning Remy entwined his fingers in Logan T-shirt and pulled him nose to nose with himself. "Dat's my problem, homme." And released the other man with a quick shove.
He liked the kid, they had a lot in common. It was Rouge that pissed him off. She was purposely screwing with him, she brought all her dates home even keeping a few over night. Remy was heart broken and Logan felt the wrongness of the situation. He looked straight ahead and ignored the kid.
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They checked into their rooms. "Meet ya in fifteen minutes in the lobby, Gumbo."
"Oui, mon ami."
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They parked the rental car in a public lot and started toward the Churn. "Logan, I'm sorry about earlier, I ?.."
"Don' worry, Cajun, I know she got ya tied in knots."
"Non, cher, she don'." Gambit looked out at Pacific.
"What ever, kid." Wolverine said heading down the stairs.
'Yeah, Logan, w'at ever.' Remy followed close on his heels.
Steep black cliffs, geyser of water exploded upward, sending vast flurries of sea foam that looked like snow back into the ocean. Nature at her finest. "From the reports I've read, the last eight mouths the authorities believe the thirteen bodies were drug out to sea. But if ya look back over the previous years stats over half the victims from then were washed ashore." Logan's voice trailed off as the surf became louder.
As they neared the bottom a wave came up and grabbed Logan around the waist and he his feet gave way to the algae-slick rock under him. He started to go down. Remy a few feet behind seized Logan's shirt and pulled him against his body. "Cher, I don' t'ink we need t' find out first 'and what 'appened." Remy shouted into the shorter man's ear clutching his body tighter. Logan laid there in the strong embrace for a second enjoying the security and intensity of the embrace. Then he abruptly shoved the Cajun's hands aside and jumped up. "Tides coming in, we'll investigate a littl' more in the mornin." And he headed back to the hotel. Remy grinned and followed closely behind.
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Wolverine went to clean up and told Gambit to meet him in the bar in half an hour. Remy had not felt this good in ages. Logan had allowed him to hold him in his arms. The man was strong, clever, caring and a lot of other things, not to mention sexy as hell. Gambit hopped into the shower soaping up his entire long lean body. Love lives on hope and Remy would live on this one bit of encouragement for a long while.
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Gambit found Wolverine surrounded by two incredibly beautiful women at the bar. "Homme." He greeted the ladies with his most charming smile. "Ladies."
He knew what Logan was up to. 'Won't find your own fuck for the night then I'll will.' Remy wanted to scream. But instead he decided to get shit faced.
Remy had never been this drunk before in his entire life. "Mon ami, femme, Remy must leave y' for a few minutes." And attempted to stand.
Logan laughed and grabbed the taller man by a sinewy arm. "Come on, Cajun, I'll give ya a hand."
Logan escorted Remy to the urinal and propped him against the wall. The poor kid was having trouble with his zipper, Logan reached over and yanked it down. Remy was finally able to extract his semi erect cock and stood there staring at the shorter man. "Gawd dammit, Gumbo, watch what yer doing." Wolverine barked as he was unloading his bladder into the urinal while Remy pissed on the floor. But all Remy could do was stare at the huge piece of meat Logan held in his hand. Logan grabbed his shoulder and faced him toward the urinal. "What the fuck are ya looking at, Gumbo?" Wolverine slapped the younger man up side the head to get his attention.
"Nuttin cher, just 'ad t' much t' drink." Remy squeezed the last few drops of urine out of his dick, folded it back into his jeans and headed to the sink. Wolverine caught him just before he went down holding Gambit up with one hand and trying to stuff his own cock back into his pants with the other. "Need some help wit' dat?" Remy leered at his friend.
Wolverine glared at the drunken man. "Back off, kid."
Remy laughter filled the room like tinkling silver bells, shivers ran up and down Logan's spine not unlike feather light caresses. Wolverine jerked Gambit's arm and pushed him into the sink. "Stay." He ordered while he got his business in order.
Remy smiled. "Dat's a shame, cher."
Logan snatched Remy's arm and pulled him out of the restroom.
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Well this was one idea that had definitely blown up in his face. The Cajun was far too drunk to make a play for one of the women and Logan was going to get stuck with one of them if not both. He's figured if Remy got laid he get out of this shitty mood, maybe not.
Then without any warning Gambit slyly asked. "If y' dames charmantes don't mind, we can get a bottle o' Bacardi Gold and bring de party upstairs, oui." Remy flashed that grin that melded hearts. The two couples headed upstairs.
'Or maybe.' Logan smiled.
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Wolverine's healing factor prevented him from getting truly drunk, a nice buzz was all he ever achieved. So he found it extremely hard to explain how Remy, the two ladies and himself had ended up in the same bed screwing most of the night. The women left sometime before dawn leaving Logan and Remy alone. Logan distinctly remembered the Cajun rubbing his nuts while he had fucked the redhead. He'd gone a little wild when the younger man caressed the spongy area between his balls and ass. There had been more subtle touches throughout the night. Wolverine stared at the softly snoring kid next to him. Long auburn hair fell over half of the lean face, full pouty lips were slightly opened. Logan reached over and tucked the silky tresses behind his ear, giving him full view of the kid's face. Remy's hand snaked out and grabbed the older man. He assessed the light in the room by peeking through a slight slit in his eyelid. It was too intense and he moaned closing his lid tightly. Logan tried to pull away but the Cajun held firm.
"Let go, Gumbo." He snapped.
"Shit, Logan, y' don' 'ave t' shout." Remy whispered and released his hold. Flinging an arm over his face.
Logan continued to stare at the kid, what had happened last night and why was he still in bed with him, both of them naked? Wolverine threw the covers off and leaped out of bed. Remy glared at the older man. Logan couldn't tell if the kid's eyes were blood shot or his normal demon color. Remy's glare soon changed to a blatant stare, Logan stood before him with nothing on. His chest and abs resembled chiseled granite covered with a dark thick fur. A narrow waist that flowed into solid hips and a thicker patch of fur cradling his huge cock. He grinned and desperately tried to remember what had occurred late night. Nothing, it was all a blank. So he decided to go for the direct approach. "Mon ami, w'y Gambit in yer bed wit' non clothes on?"
Wolverine scowled. "Ya saying ya don' remember the Roman orgy we had last night." It wasn't a question. Gambit arched a prefect brow. "Remember the two women from the bar?" Remy stared blankly. If he didn't remember anything Logan was going to keep his mouth shut. "Fine, get up, get dressed and get outa my room."
Remy stumbled to his feet, leaning heavily on the nightstand for support. His lanky body was bent over, head hanging between his arms, long auburn hair hiding his lovely features, tight rounded ass covered in a light spay for rustic hair trusted out. Why was he looking, no goggling, another man's ass. Remy had petted him a few times last night now he was pining after him. Wolverine shook himself out of his musing and headed into the bathroom.
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Remy took each step guardedly, trying not to jumble his throbbing head. The gray-white pallor of his face told the whole story, he had a killer hangover. He had absolutely no memory of last night, two females and an all night orgy, nothing. And Logan was acting very cool towards him. Had he attempted something inappropriate, he didn't remember. When his head stopped spinning and his stomach quit heaving he would find out. As for now his concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.
The path down to the ocean was slick with algae and salt water. Both men had trouble keeping their footing. Remy almost wished he'd slip in and get it over with. He came up along side Wolverine and stared out to sea. "Well, homme, find anyt'ing." Logan shook his head. Remy sensed it more than saw it. "Mon ami, are y' pissed at Gambit?"
Logan shook his head again. "It nothing, Gumbo, just feel a littl' strange about last night, ain't my style."
Remy turned and stared at Logan. "Cher, did I do something wrong, I don' remember?"
"Ya were a littl' free with yer hands." Logan turned to stare out to sea. "Nothing too bad, I guess."
Shit what had he done. Logan would not welcome his hands on that rock hard body.
Wolverine had had all morning to think things out. Not only had he participated in last nights debauchery, he'd enjoyed it. He'd like Remy's long slender hands touching his body. The way his face contorted in pure ecstasy when he came. It had added to his own pleasure. He was now uncomfortable with his thoughts and where they were leading. Remy loved Rogue, was obsessed with her alone. Logan's feelings had been changing for about the last few months, subtlety until last night it had become quite clear he had a problem. Remy!
"Logan, if I did anyt'ing t' offend y', I'm sorry."
"No harm, Gumbo, drop it."
"Oui."
The loud roaring of the sea funneling through the blowholes at the bottom of Devil's Churn was deafening as they neared. They were forced to cease all talk.
They'd found nothing suspicious during their investigation and returned to the inn just before high tide came in. "Meet ya in the restaurant in an hour." Wolverine headed up the stairs never even looking in Gambit's direction. It had been like that all day, Logan was uncomfortable, but Remy was still in one piece, what the hell had he done last night.
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Raven Darkholme had a sweet deal going in this sparsely populated part of the west coast. Many tourists visited and it was not unusual to see strange faces coming and going. But now they were here. Thank goodness Wolverine had not got close enough to get a good whiff of her or she'd be dead, at lease in world of hurt. She had to get hold of Magneto and get out, now.
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Logan's gut was tied in knots, what the flaming hell was going on in his head. He liked the Cajon as a teammate and a colleague, but now he was considering him in a sexual way. And that was a definite way to get burned. Remy had been loyal to only one person (as far as he knew) and she had rejected him. Logan had had enough heartache to last a couple of lifetimes, sex for the sake of sex had never done anything for him. Screwing the younger man would not be fulfilling. Logan would want more, but he didn't understand why. They weren't even that close of friends. He appreciated the kids' fine looks, magnificent body, and clever mind. Was it all it took for him to go obsessive over him a simple feel up. Now the Cajon was acting over-sensitive around him, what was he going to do.
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Remy was seated at a table in the dinning room when Logan arrived. "Gumbo, what ya gonna have?" Logan pulled out the seat across from him and sat.
"Non dat hungry, mabbe some soup." Remy could not meet Logan's eyes.
"Remy, bout last night, nattin happened, I just blew it outta proportion. Guess I'm getting ol' or something."
"Den why y' so uncomfortable around Gambit all of a sudden?"
"Like I said, kid, I'm getting old."
"Non, Logan, I dink y' trying to protect mon feeling."
"From what, Gumbo?" Logan glared at his companion.
Remy simply arched an auburn brow and stared at him.
Wolverine shook his head and smiled, "It's ok, don' worry bout." He saw the nameless hunger in the younger man's eyes and feared he would be pulled inside.
Remy's lips were pursed slightly in thought as if deciding on what to say next.
"Let it drop, I mean it. Neither one of us is up to losing sleep over it."
Remy's heart just dropped. Logan knew and didn't want to deal with it, with him. He stood glancing at the older man then left, with nowhere in mind he walked out into the night feeling void, black.
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St. John Allerdyce watched as the lone X-men left the hotel and walked into the darkness.

 

TBC in Part 2