Title: Sense of Tolerance

Author: Lu (LoganRemy@hotmail.com)

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Wolverine/Gambit

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Slash. Look at what Storm brought home.

Disclaimer: the X-men belong to Marvels... I'm not making any money......but I'm having a great deal of fun playing with the characters.

Notes: Any comments or suggestions let me know, remember it's just for fun. I'll quit writing as soon as somebody else does more Logan/Remy, pleeeease.

And a special thanks to Sharkshape, you're the greatest.

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Sense of Tolerance

By Lu

 

Oh I gotta see the fire in me
Turning into ecstasy
So stick around and settle down
Enjoy the mystery
A voice in the wilderness
There's somethin' in the air
A hidden love, forbidden pleasure,
Suffer secret pain

Def Leppard

 

Storm had returned and she was talking to the Professor in his study.
"Charles, this is Remy LeBeau, as you surely have sensed, he is a mutant. We met after the Nanny reduced me to a child. He saved my life from the Shadow King. He has become a very dear friend of mine and is in need of a temporary home."
Charles smiled. "Of course Ororo, he is welcome here. This is a home for all mutants."
"But Charles, before you agree to take him in, I must tell you of our adventures." She looked at him seriously.
"Remy is a member of the Thieves Guild in New Orleans, or should I he say was. He and I were trying to steal the same artifact. We collaborated on the job and soon became fast friends."
"Ah! I remember a young girl years ago that suffered from that same problem. I believe she became one of my co-leaders."
"Yes, you are right, Professor." Ororo smiled. "Remy, I am pleased to welcome you to the X-Men. May I ask how old you are?"
"Sure, mon amie. About twenty-two or so."
Xavier nodded.
"Well it is close to lunch and the team-members will be meeting in the dinning room. I'll introduce you then and Ororo can give you the tour of the mansion and assign you a room."
"Oui, Professor Xavier."
The young man had exquisite, long silky red hair, the most unusual eye of red on black, a chiseled slender face, and a tall sculptured form. He would definitely turn some heads. Charles grinned.
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Storm was instantly surrounded by X-Men as she entered the dinning room. Hugs and kisses, well wishes, questions about where she'd been were in order of course. Storm's velvety laughter filled the room.
"Please my friends, I will answer you. But first let introduce you to the newest member of our family."
She pulled Remy in front of her.
"This young man saved my life while I was away. So I've invited him to join us and the Professor has agreed." She hugged him close. "Remy LeBeau, I'd like to introduce you to the X-Men."
Pats on the back, hands shake and verbal greeting assaulted the Cajun. He tried to catch all their names but there were just too many. And what was this 'Ro rescued him.
"Come Remy it's time to take our seats." She led him to an empty chair. All the female X-Men watched the man with the skin-tight Levis walked away.
"Stormy who dat short stocky man dat keeps staring at me?"
Storm looked up to see Logan entering the room, glaring at Remy.
"That is my dear friend and teammate, Wolverine."
She raised her arm and motioned him to come over. As he approached, 'Ro stood and embraced him.
"Logan you're here, I'm so glad. I want you to meet the newest X-Man, Remy LeBeau code named Gambit."
Logan gave him the once over and extended his hand. Remy took it in a firm handshake.
"Pleasure to meet ya, mon ami." The man was all muscles and dark shaggy hair. He probably didn't even reach Remy's chin.
"Glad to have ya kid." Logan freed his hand from Gambit's and squeezed Ro snugly to him.
Wolverine's voice echoed through Remy body, the man was very powerful, he made a point of keeping that in mind.
Charles entered and took his place at the head of the table.
"I see you've all met Remy. Scott, I want you to set up a series of training section for him in the next few days. Schedule Logan, Rogue, Beast, Jean, and perhaps Bishop."
"Yes sir."
"Ororo will show Remy around after lunch, then take him to his room. I believe there an empty one on Logan's level."
"There's five or six, but I don't think any are fit to inhabit. Give me a few hours and I'll get one cleaned out, Chuck."
"Thank you, Logan."
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'Ro and Remy were followed by the other residents of the institute on their tour of the mansion and it's grounds. Ororo knew this would happen; the Cajun was far to lovely to go unnoticed. Students and team members alike were popping up in the oddest places. Her bet was on Rogue. They were both lonely and each had a dark past. They completed each other. 'Ro led Remy to the attic and his new living quarters. When the house was full, the converted top story housed up to seven mutants. It had been a while since Wolverine had needed to share his space with anyone. It was kind of him to offer to make a room presentable for the new comer.
Logan growled as they entered.
" Chère, je ne pense pas qu'il m'aime. "
"Remy, if he didn't like you, he would not be helping and Remy he speaks French." 'Ro grimaced.
"And Russian, and Spanish, and Japanese, and Chinese, and German, and Portuguese." Logan motioned them in. "Yer gonna need clean bed linen, and towels. Ya got a shower in there and it works. I'll let ya sort through this junk and see if ya need any of it. I'm two doors down to yer left, Cajun." He turned and walked out. Gambit was beet red. Storm wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.
"Don't worry Remy, Logan is not upset, I think he found it rather amusing." She rubbed his arm. "You will know when he's upset, I promise you." Storm went to gather the things he would need for the night.
Gambit felt out of place. The short man with the attitude scared him, he was too masculine, so overpowering. And the women were so beautiful, how was he going to keep his hands to himself. Storm was probably right the one with the white streak would be his best bet. He would not be able to touch her and cause problems. There would be no hard feeling between himself and the buxom beauty, she was just as afraid of commitment as he was. He had sense it in their first meeting. From past experiences he found it was safer to not foul up ones own nest. He'd find his abnormal pleasures outside the walls of his new home and ignore the intriguing short man completely.
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Remy's first time in the danger room was with Rouge.
"OK sugah, we're gonna take it slow and easy for the first time." She grinned.
By the end of the section Remy was bruised from head to toe. The femme was too strong for his own good.
"Rogue, ya wanta get somet'ing to drink, in de kitchen?" Remy asked as they headed out of the room.
"Sure sugah, just remember yer playing with Logan in one hour."
Remy moaned and Rogue laughed.
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He didn't do as bad the second time in the danger room. But Wolverine did kick his ass. Logan was straddling his waist, grinning down at him.
"Yer not bad kid. Ya just need a hell of a lot more practice."
Remy blushed red form his toes to the roots of his auburn hair. Logan ruffled his hair and jumped off of him.
"Cyke, that it for today?"
"Yes, thanks, Wolvie."
Logan snarled at that. Scott just laughed.
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Remy took the hottest shower he could, trying to relieve some of the aches and pains from his body. He would spend every waking moment in that room until he was as good as the rest of them. He had a lot to learn and he would learn. He would become a part of the X-Men and just maybe they would accept and forgive him when they discovered what a monster he had been. So deep in thought, he didn't here someone enter his room.
"Remy, ya in the shower." Rogue asked through the bath door.
"Oui, give me a sec." Remy toweled dry threw on his jeans and opened the door. Rogue stared at the sinewy hard chest and abs with no hair on them, till you got to just below the navel. She shook herself and smiled.
"Just wanted ta make sure ya survived the work out that Wolverine and Ah gave ya today."
Remy grabbed a t-shirt and put it on.
"Remy fine, chère." He draped an arm around her shoulder and led her to the door. "Why don't we go and watch some TV on dat big screen in the rec room."
Logan watched them walk down the hallway and grinned to himself.
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Finally, Saturday night and the men were heading to the local bar. It wasn't that the women weren't invited; they refused to be embarrassed by their drunkenness. Hank enveloped Remy in a bear hug.
"Say goodbye to your dignity young man. You are about to embark on the most demoralizing episode of your life." A cheer rose from the men standing around the van.
"Remy knows how to drink, Mon ami." He flashed them all a disarming grin. "We'll see who's still standing at de end o' de night." The laughter filled the air.
"So young and so innocent." Beast released his hold on Remy. The tavern was family owned and very clean, with three pool tables, a few dart boards, and a foozle table. The night started out innocent enough, Logan and Remy played pool. Each of them ran the table when it was their turn. It went on for hours. They drank only beer. Then the challenges began; Kurt bet Remy and Logan for every missed ball they take a shot of tequila. The bets were placed and Remy was the first to miss, Bobby accidentally bumped his stick. Remy was a sore loser and grabbed Drakes by the front of his shirt. They started a shove fight, which Hank quickly broke it up. It went down hill from there. By the time they were ready to leave only Hank and Logan could walk. And somehow they had lost Kurt. The Nightcrawler had transported out at one point in the night of drinking and debauchery and never reappeared.
"Let get these four home and then I'll track down the elf."
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Jean was standing in the doorway waiting when the small group pulled into the schools driveway.
"How is Scott?"
"Just fine, darlin'."
Scott's arm was looped around Logan's neck, but he was walking pretty much under his own stream. Hank carried Bobby over his shoulder.
"It seems we've misplaced Nightcrawler, Logan is going to return to the bar and find him."
"How could you loose a fury blue elf?"
Wolverine raised a questioning eyebrow as his returned to the entry hall. "Ya know how he just pops in 'n' out of a room, Darlin'" Jean shook her head causing red hair to float around her waist.
"Scott's in yer bed and sound asleep, shouldn't have any problems with him tonight, but tomorrow might be a different subject." Logan chuckled.
"This always happens, I shouldn't be surprised." Jean stared at her friend.
Logan ignored the rebuff and picked up the Cajun, cradling him like a child carrying up the three flights of stairs without a problem. Logan laid him in his bed and pulled a blanket over him. Remy reached up and jerked Logan down then kissed him passionately on the lips. Startled Logan pushed the kid away. He remained standing there, staring at him. Well he couldn't say that hadn't happened before, even Scott had propositioned him a time or two. He brought his fingers to his mouth and rubbed the spot where those soft lips had just been. Time to find their resident elf, he turned and left the kid alone.
Remy was in shock. What was he thinking? Wolverine was not the kind of man you put the moves on. Gambit had just lost control, the power of the wonderful body, that strong face, those brawny arms that had carried him to his room. Remy was by no means gay, he went with whom ever attracted him and he was still very attracted to Logan.
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"Non, Mon ami, dis is bullshit, get outta my way." Remy charged a card between his fingers.
"I hope yer not planning on tossing that card my way, Gumbo." Logan stood his ground. "I don' understand why yer getting all bent out of shape, it's one night out of yer busy social schedule."
"Wolvie, I got a hot date, if y' only knew. Find someone else to watch de los pequeños.
"Remy ya blew it off for the last time. Everybody's always covering fer ya. Tanight its yer responsibility." There was always suppose to be an adult in the mansion at all time to supervise the students and so far Gambit had avoided that duty. But not tonight, one of Logan oldest and dearest friend had been hurt in a car accident earlier in the week and he plan to spend some quality time with the man, not just a quick phone call, Nick was worth the effort and time. And the Cajun was going to have face that.
The card disappeared from Gambit's hand.
"Oui, cher it's my turn."
And walked back into the mansion. If the kid wasn't plugging something he was miserable, ever since him and Rouge had split, it had been an endless procession of females and males into Gumbo room. Well it was time he grew up and started acting like an adult. Logan was not going to cancel his plan just for the Cajun's hot date.
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Logan was home by eleven, Nick, was doing fine and on the mend. They'd played a couple a hands of poker. Logan had made excuses to leave when his old friend began to just nod off. When he arrived home, the mansion was quiet. Logan parked his bike and entered the house from the garage. The TV was on in the living room and Logan went to investigate. Remy was sound asleep on the couch, one long leg thrown over the back. One sinewy arm behind his head and the other spread across his rippled stomach. Logan was still amazed at how beautiful the kid was. He could sense the charm pouring off the younger man and knew he had better get out of here before it began to really affect him and he did something he would regret. Logan turned to leave the room.
"You're home early, cher." Remy was now leaning over the back of the couch.
"Yeah, if ya still want ta leave, go ahead."
"Non, how about a beer."
"Naw." Logan shook his head looking uneasy.
Remy was on his feet and coming around the couch.
"Somet'ing de matter?"
The top button was undone on Remy's well-worn jeans; they hung low on his hips. Logan coughed, he was smothering in the Cajun's charm.
"Yer making me uncomfortable with yer charm power, Gumbo."
Remy blushed and arranged his shields. "Sorry homme, must have been de dream I was having." Remy grinned. "Dat better."
Logan nodded.
"Den y' take dat beer, now?"
"Sure."
They sat at the kitchen table and drank a couple of Heinekens. Remy kept glancing at Logan. Now that he had Wolvie alone, he wanted to keep him there. But his silver tongue was failing him, now of all times. Logan stood as if to leave.
"Non homme, please stay, Remy non like being alone."
Logan chuckled. "Just getting another beer, kid."
"Logan, want to watch de hustler's channel, its got some good skin flicks?"
"It'll piss Chuck off." He smiled, "Sure."
Logan dozed off soon after the movie started. Remy devoured the sleeping man next to him, from the tip of his shaggy head to the bottom of his cowboy boots. But his view kept returning the semi-erection that bulged through Logan's Levis. Remy ached to touch him. But that was a good way to end up with six feet of adamantium in your gut. Remy grinned, might be worth it.
The face was carnality beautiful, ample mouth, a nose that had certainly been broken numerous times but showed no sign of it, the wide set eyes of a smoky blue when opened and not feral, the long unruly sideburns, the unshaved cheeks. One burly arm rested on the couch and other fell across his lap, just below the protruding cock, legs stretched out before him crossed at the ankle. Remy inhaled the sent of him. How could he have fallen in love with this man? When you looked past the animalistic traits, and at the man inside, it was rather easy. Logan had looked after him from the beginning. Never coddled him, but given him a impartial chance, where the others had hesitated about having a thief in their midst. His eyes returned to the swelling in Logan's jeans; he was well endowed for such a short man.
"Gumbo, what in hell are ya staring at? Watch yer damn movie." Logan growled.
"Nuttin homme, I'm watching de flick."
One night without a partner and the kid was already getting weird ideas. And that charm power of his was making Logan almost crazy enough to go along with him. Remy was a fine-looking young man, long and lean, his shoulders and arms cored with muscles, his stomach flat and hard. His long sturdy legs went on forever. And a face, angular and sharp, high cheekbones, straight nose with a narrow bridge, full sensuous lips made for kissing. Logan could feel himself hardening.
"Knock it off Cajun."
Remy checked his shields.
"Logan, it not me. It must be the movie."
"Well then it's time I hit the sack. "'night Gumbo."
"Non cher, don't go."
"If I stay I just might jump yer bones." Logan stood to leave, stretching and twisting his body to get all the kinks out.
"Sounds exciting, mon ami." Remy looked up at him. Logan smiled at him and left the room. Remy was dejected.
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'Ro and Remy were sitting at the breakfast table, when Logan entered the kitchen, they're conversation ended abruptly.
"Good morning, Logan."
Wolverine filled a plate with eggs, ham, and potatoes, then sat across from his two teammates.
"Ro, Remy."
Ororo smiled.
"It is a good thing you have an enhanced healing factor, Logan, or you would surely have heart problems by now."
Logan grinned. "Worrying about me, darlin'."
"Always. And how is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. faring after his recent accident?"
"He's doing fine, just a little worn-out."
"I am pleased to hear that." Ro smiled at both men. "Now I must see to my lesson plan for classes today, good morning my friends."
Logan dug into his breakfast with a relish. Remy watched him intensely.
"Mon ami, y' act like a starving man, slow down."
"Ya eat the way ya want ta Gumbo, and I'll eat the way I want ta, got it."
Remy raised his shoulders in response.
"So Logan what y' got planned for today?"
"Gotta work on my bike, then I'm heading to the closest bar for a few drinks."
"Y' want some company?"
"If yer around when I'm ready sure, why not?"
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Remy decided to perform a few minor repairs on his own bike to make certain Logan didn't leave without him. They worked late into the afternoon before Wolverine was finished.
"Well Gumbo, I'll get cleaned up and we'll leave. Meet ya here in half an hour."
Remy decided to grab a shower himself. Most of the team members had full bathes in their rooms, but Remy opted for the showers in the gym. Someone was already in there. Gambit removed his clothing, wrapped a towel around his narrow hips and headed into the showers. The other occupant was Logan, now he would surely think Remy was stalking him. He turned to leave, but Wolverine had already smelled him.
"Too lazy ta clean yer own bathroom, Cajun?"
"Oui, mom ami."
He hung his towel on a hook, went to a free spigot and turned on the hot water. He let the vigorous spray pelt his body, not once turning in Logan's direction. Logan had no such reserves. The kid was strung tighter than a fiddle. He watched him lather his lean solid body and rinse, never looking anywhere but directly in front of him. Logan was determined to get to the bottom of this thing before the night was out. And what better way than getting the kid drunk? He toweled off and went to the locker room to dress. Remy followed right behind. They walked to the garage together. They let Bobby know where they could be found and headed out.
They parked side by side in front of the bar and went in. Women naturally stared when Remy entered a room and today was no different. The long auburn hair flowing down his back and falling in his face was the eye catcher. Logan grabbed a couple of beers and Remy found an empty pool table. Remy hung his coat on a peg by the cue sticks and Logan draped his over the Cajun's. They settled in for a long night. Three very attractive females put their quarters along side the few he had placed on the table. They'd have a long wait; both men were exceptional players. Remy wouldn't miss until he was good and drunk. Logan simply wouldn't miss. The Cajun broke. He leaned over his stick and lined up his shot, then stood. He smiled at the women and took a slow pull of his beer. He worked the crowd of women. Wolverine hid a smile, Gambit wouldn't be going home alone tonight. Remy's movements were meant to entice any onlooker. It succeeded: the ladies were mesmerized.
"Homme, y' wanta get us another round."
Close to ten o'clock Remy was shit faced and a half a dozen women were surrounding the Cajun.
"Logan why don't y' find us a booth. Remy needs to take a break from all dese lovely femmes."
Logan dragged him to a table and ordered a couple more beers.
"Which one are ya bringing home tonight Cajun?"
"Non cher, Remy too drunk to drive. Means he's riding wit' y'."
"If ya quit now, ya'll be fine by closing."
"Non, gonna try and drink y' under de table, mon ami." Logan's thunderous laughter filled the bar.
"Ya know ya can't, go for a sure thing, get laid tonight."
"Dat's what Remy's trying to do." The raw look of passion heated Logan to the depth of his soul.
"I ain't a one night fuck, Gumbo."
Red demon eyes bore into smoky blue ones.
"Don' have t' be just one night, cher."
Remy, for some reason, had the hots for him. Previous strange looks and weird conversations were playing back in slow motion in his mind. The Cajun would be tired of him in a week. It was the chase. Logan was the big game.
"Forget it Cajun."
"Oui."
Remy gazed into his beer. Shot down once again. He'd get good and smashed and go home with one of the lovely women tonight.
"Come on Remy, quit pouting."
Gambit looked into his eyes and smiled.
"Qui moi? Cher lets get good and fucked up and screw all de femmes."
"Naw, ya go ahead it's not my style."
"Did I ever tell y' about my days in N'Awlins on de streets. I was maybe ten or twelve, dat when my charm presented itself. Dere were de older kids, dey found Remy was... special. They dragged him into a dark alley and held him down and raped him. He was sick to his very soul, de way only a kid can be sick is when somet'ing beats de self-confidence out o' him. He was ripped and torn and terrified. But he healed and learned t' hide and later, to fight back, den to kick deir asses good." Remy held up a hand to silence Logan who wanted to say something to express his anger at the treatment endured by the kid. "Remy don' have a style cher, he takes his pleasure wherever he can find it." He downed his beer and waved for the server to bring two more beers.
The kid didn't often talk about his past and now his knew why. "Remy, I didn't mean ta offend ya."
"Non offence taken. Come homme, we party tonight oui?"
"Sure kid."
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Remy had the giggles and could not throw his leg over the seat of the bike. Logan dismounted and glared at his companion. He seized Remy around the waist and swung him onto the seat. The Cajun wrapped his arms around Logan's neck and held him close. Demon eyes stared into vivid blue ones. His pink tipped tongue darted out and licked the older man's dry lips. Logan stood completely still. Remy deepened the kiss. Running his slender fingers through the thick dark mane of hair. Bold tongues tussling, mouths suckling, hands touching and feeling each other. Logan regained control first. He was able to put a breath between them.
"Remy we're in front of a closed bar. We gotta head home."
"Non cher, den y' have a chance to change yer mind." Remy nipped at his lips.
"I ain't changing my mind, Cajun." He placed a hard kiss on the younger man's mouth.
Remy cupped Logan's crotch and caressed his hard-on. What was Wolverine getting himself into? He'd be lucky to get the kid home in one piece; he'd probably fall off the bike. His mind made up, he hauled the Cajun off the back of the bike and proceeded to the motel across the street.
"Can't wait mon amour?"
"Nope."
Remy leaned deeply into Logan for support. Once in the room Remy collapsed onto the bed and fell in a deep alcohol induced sleep. Logan climbed into the other bed and watched the kid.
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Remy woke with a killer hangover. At first he had no idea where he was. As he examined his surroundings, he spotted Logan on the other bed arms behind his head staring at him. He ran his hands over his body and found he was fully clothed.
"Ya gonna make it kid?" Logan asked.
"Oui." Remy wanted to cry. His one chance with Logan and he'd blown it.
"Why don't ya hop in the shower then we'll grab something to eat? Ya'll feel better."
"Will y' help?"
"Ya look and feel like shit and yer still hitting on me." Logan laughed tossing his solid legs over the side of the bed and sitting up.
"Can' blame Remy for trying, he's wanted y' for a long time. Afraid dis is a once in a lifetime deal. Not often I get y' inta a motel room alone, probably my last chance." The Arcadian glanced over at the Canadian trying to gauge his reaction.
"Gumbo, I don' think I'm ready for ya just yet. Go get cleaned up and lets get some food in our bellies."
Remy managed to make it through the entire shower without puking up his guts. There was no way he'd be able to eat. He wrapped the towel around his waist and staggered back to his lonely bed.
"Go wit'out me, homme." Remy waited till the room stopped spinning. "What time is it?"
"About six."
"A.M.?'
"Yeah."
Remy groaned.
"How 'bout I bring ya some toast?"
"Oui." He closed his eyes and fell into a troubled sleep.
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Logan returned within the hour. Remy was sound asleep, he had wrestled the towel off and was now laying face up on the bed in all his glory. One long leg spread straight out in front of him while the other was crooked at knee resting up against the other one. His soft cock was nestled in a pile of fine scarlet hair. His nuts hung limply in the intersection of his legs. Even in this diminished state, the kid was impressive. Damn, what was he thinking, an affair with Gambit. If he was stupid enough to get involved with the mansion's resident Casanova he be the one with a broken heart. He's had enough of that to last two lifetimes. Logan sat the bag of toast on the nightstand and laid on his bed. He'd most likely end up killing the Cajun if an affair started between them. Logan didn't share. And by Remy's own admission he took his pleasures wherever he found them.
Gambit woke just before noon. He felt a world better. Logan forced him to eat the toast. They headed for home soon after.
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When they got back, Logan was sent out on a mission that lasted three days. When returned, he was greeted by Storm.
"Logan you look tired."
"I am darlin'."
"After you have a chance to rest, I need a word with you. Please."
"Sounds important 'Ro. Let's get it over with."
"No, I would rather wait until you are relaxed."
"Fine, give me a couple of hours to get cleaned up and sleep."
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Logan wasn't that dense, he knew 'Ro wanted to discuss Remy, a subject better left alone. He took a lingering hot shower and crawled into his bed and fell into an exhausted sleep. He awoke at sunset. He dressed and searched Ororo out.
"Logan, you look much better." 'Ro had trouble looking in his eyes. "Remy has left the mansion. I don't know where he is." She had tears in her light blue eyes. "He disappeared soon after you and the others left." She implored him with her eyes. "I am so very worried. I don't know what to do. Should I go after him, should you?"
"Are ya sure it not just a of his ploy to get attention?"
"Logan, he has been gone for three days. I am his dearest friend and he has not... I fear for he safety." She began to cry. Logan gathered her into his arms.
"Don' worry 'Ro, I'll find him and bring him back. I promise."
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Logan packed a few change of clothes and a bedroll. He kissed 'Ro goodbye and was off chasing after the kid. He was going to kick his lily-white ass. He refused to admit that he was bothered by Remy's taking off without a word. He stopped at every bar and seedy motel. Shit he wasn't even sure which direction he had set off in. Four day later a filthy, tired and pissed off Wolverine spotted the Cajun's bike. He parked next to it and wandered into the honky tonk. Remy was seated next to a pretty blonde, no surprise there. Logan drifted up to the couple and sat next to the Gambit.
"Ya didn' say good-bye kid."
Remy almost fell off the barstool.
"'Ro's worried sick. I don' like seeing her upset." He growled deep in his throat.
"I'll call her when I get to where I'm going."
"Naw, I don' think so." Wolverine twisted his hand in the front of Gambit's shirt and lifted him off the stool.
"I think yer gonna tell her in person."
Remy at last got a good whiff of Logan.
"Oui, y' stink, cher."
"No shit Gumbo I've been on the road for four days, hunting yer skinny ass." He rotates his hand tightening his hold. "So ya best get on yer bike and head toward home, if ya know what good for ya."
The blonde next to him interrupted them.
"Remy are you alright? Do you want me call the police?"
Logan growled at her but Remy smiled and said.
"Non chère, dis is family problem, guess I've got some unfinished business at home." Logan set the Cajun on his feet and headed for the door.
Standing at his bike Logan said. "Ya made her cry."
Hopped on his ride and was gone. Remy was feeling sick. The one person he'd never meant to hurt was Stormy.
They stopped around ten that night at a fairly nice motel. Logan went directly into the bathroom. Remy didn't see him for over half an hour. When he emerged he was squeaky clean and nude. He dropped into the empty bed and fell asleep. Remy took his shower letting the hot water ease the tension from his muscles. He had wanted to get as far away as possible before Logan got back to the mansion. He thought he would die of embarrassment if he had to look the man in the eye. He had only thought about himself and now his dearest friend had suffered. He dried off and headed to his bed.
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They woke at first light. They stared at one another for a timeless moment, Remy turned away first.
"Well Remy, what do ya have ta say for yerself?"
"I'm an asshole and worst." Remy stood gathering his clothes together.
"That's a start."
Remy turned to look at him. The man was beautiful in a raw masculine appeal. "Oui." Remy had tried over the years to overlook his feeling for Logan, had screwed anything that moved and was no better off.
Love was not supposed to feel this way! Remy flew at Logan and began to beat on the man. Wolverine was so shocked at first, he just laid there. Remy wanted blood and Logan, at last, fought back. He pinned the Cajun to his bed straddling him and glared into his demon eyes.
"What the hell is yer problem?"
Gambit's eyes blazed with his rage. He bucked and trashed refusing to accept defeat. Logan watched him struggle to escape; he bent his head and captured Remy's mouth. The Cajun went crazy.
"Fuck y', Remy not playing dis game non more." He tried to bite Wolverine anything to escape. The kid's pain shredded Logan's heart. He started whispering meaningless words, hugging him close to his body anything to soothe him. Remy stiffened and remained still in his arms.
"Non more Logan, dere too many casualties in dis war."
Logan dismounted him, hurriedly dressed and went to his bike. Remy followed a few minutes later. They rode a good fifteen-hour before they stopped to rest. Logan went through a drive-thru, ordered a couple of burgers and drinks and headed to the motel across the street. They ate in complete silence. Logan didn't bother to shower that night, he just stripped and crawled into bed and was instantly asleep.
Remy gazed at Logan. How could he still love him? His life was in chaos. And he still loved that damn Canadian. He slipped into Logan's bed, enveloped his body in his arms and fell asleep.
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Logan woke to the worst mind-numbing fantasy of his life. Remy was holding him in a loose embrace, one arm behind his head and the other spread across his stomach. Logan ran his hands over the rock-hard back, up to the silky reddish-brown locks. It wasn't a hallucination. Logan held him at arms length. Remy roused, vacant red eyes scowled into blue ones.
"Why are ya in my bed, Gumbo?"
Remy tried to jerked away. Logan held him secure.
"Yer not running this time. Answer my question."
"You're just anot'er warm body, Wolvie. Let me go." Remy struggled to free himself.
Logan kissed his forehead.
"This is nice. Why ya in my bed, Remy?"
"Remy was cold."
Logan squeezed him persuasively. "Try again."
Remy realized Logan was confusing him. "What y' want Wolverine."
"The truth Cajun."
"Why so y' can break my heart?"
Logan dropped his mouth downward toward Remy's lips.
"Never again, Remy." Logan assaulted his lips, sipping and suckling them. The homme was experienced in the ways of lovemaking; Remy had not known that about the man he loved. He moaned.
"Remy if THIS happens you have to know that I don' share what's mine."
Remy smiled. "Oui, mon amour."
"Remy that means no more flings. I'm serious. The same man every night?"
Remy surrounded Logan with his essence.
"One man for y', mon amour." Remy grinned that mesmerizing grin. Logan kissed him thoroughly, his lips exploring Remy's hot mouth. Logan hauled him up. "Remy I'm not fooling around."
"I've loved y' since dat first day we met." Gambit held his glare. "You're de one who fooled around, cher."
"I didn' know."
"Now y' do."
Logan felt Remy's hard-on rubbed against his own, liquid fire soared through his veins. He sucked in his breath and searched Remy's face.
"I don' quite understand the mechanics of..." Wolverine actually blushed.
"Don' fret cher. Remy gonna walk y' t'rough each step real slow." He rubbed a little harder.
Logan moaned. Those long lithe fingers explored the purely male face beside him, broad mouth, thick lips and sharp teeth that nipped at his fingertips as they traced the lips. Remy laughed, he could not remember ever being this happy. He dragged the older man close for a soul-searching kiss. Hot wet tongues caressing, searing hands probing taut hard muscles; short brawny legs intertwined with long sinewy ones, they couldn't get close enough to each other. Logan pulled away first.
"Why don' we take this to the shower."
Remy gave him an odd look.
"I can smell myself and it ain't pleasant."
"Non mon amour, I like de way y' smell." He proceeded to lick Logan's cheek licking down to his corded neck.
"Taste good too."
Logan gathered the taller man in his arms and carried him into the bathroom, laughing all the way. The water cascaded over the two hard bodies, they were finding great pleasure lathering the other up, finding sensitive areas to tease and torture. Remy dropped to his knees and captured Logan's throbbing cock in one hand and squeezed his butt cheek with the other. Logan's legs went weak, he leaned his back against the shower wall. Remy took the swollen head in his mouth and licked along the slit from rim to tip. Logan howled his ecstasy. Grabbing him by the hair he jerked Remy closer. Remy spread Logan's cheeks, stroking the puckered hole with a soapy finger. Wolverine stiffened.
"Remy, I don' think I'm ready..."
"Oui, cher. Don' wanna rush y'."
He gently patted his behind. Logan physically relaxed. Remy's hot eager mouth captured Logan once more and began to move up and down the shaft playing careful attention to the engorged head. Both his hands were busy exploring the crisp black hair that lay at the base of his cock and covered the fast vanishing nuts. Logan rubbed the younger man's neck and shoulder, growling his ecstasy. His thrusts were becoming more urgent. Remy felt the increased size of Logan cock and slowed his pace. Wolverine howled his irritation. Gambit smiled and intensified his movements. Logan came in violent waves and convulsions; Remy licked and sucked every drop of the thick salty cream. He had only dreamed of this moment he was as content as a fat cat with a bowl of cream. Logan slid down the wall and pulled Remy close to devour his mouth.
"Do ya taste the same way, Cajun?"
"Curious, mon amour?" Remy grinned and stole a quick kiss. "Let's go t' bed and find out, oui?"
"Oui, darlin'." Logan imitated the Cajun. He jumped out of the shower to towel dry. Remy took the towel from him and began rubbing it against his warm skin. The friction was heating Logan to the bursting point.
"Umm, dis is gonna be so nice, resilience." Remy lightly spread tingling feather-light caresses across the top of Logan's enlarged cock head.
Logan snarled. "Knock it off, kid. Ya just promised me something. Remember."
"Oui."
Logan grabbed the towel making quick business of drying his teammate off. Once in bed Remy wrapped his long sinewy arms around Logan's waist.
"Oh cher, dis is so good. Better dan all my dreams."
"Yer not disappointed in..."
"Non mon amour, never, dis is heaven."
He ran gentle featherlike kisses all over his face. Logan reached between their bodies and found his prey. Remy groaned. He ground his hip into Logan's powerful hand. Remy twisted his slender finger through the shorter man's thick dark hair and tugged him close. Full sensuous lips met broad masculine ones. Logan consumed the taller man as any wild fire consumed anything in its path. Wolverine forced Remy onto his back and broke the kiss off. The Cajun whimpered. His hot sultry mouth fastened on to Remy's stiff nipple, alternately sipping the tender flesh with his sharp teeth. Remy threw his arms around his solid neck digging his slender fingers into the solid flesh. Logan gave the kid a wolfish grin and captured Remy's cock with a callous hand. Remy's nails dug into his neck and arched his back toward Logan. Slowly and firmly Logan began stroking the hard shaft, he lowered his head and sucked the moist shiny head. Remy was groaning, twisting his long fingers in the stout man's dark hair pulling him closer. Wolverine increased the speed and nibbled at the rim of Gambit's dick, running his powerful tongue up and down the slit. Remy's body shuddered and erupted into Logan's mouth. Wolverine licked and sucked as much as he could catch than gave up and let it squirt onto Remy's stomach.
"Well that answers my question, Cajun. We definitely don' taste the same."
And he started to lick the thick juice off his partner's body. Remy tugged Logan by his untamed hair up to his face.
" Je vous aime, j'ai eu et j'ai encore besoin de vous, je vous ai eu, remerciez dieu."
Logan smiled and kissed him affectionately on the lips. Maybe the kid really did care; he was acting goofy enough. He kind of liked it. Okay he liked it a lot. The kid scared the shit out of him. What if he let himself really fall for the Cajun? What if he got rejected by him or if the kid grew bored. He didn't want to go through that kind of hurt. Wolverine slapped Gambit on the bare ass.
"Ya better call 'Ro before we leave, I'm jumping inta the shower." And he was gone. Remy snatched Logan's cell phone and dialed the mansion.
"Hello?"
"Hi Jeanie, can y' get Stormy? Dis is Remy."
"Where are you for heaven sakes? Do you realize Logan's been searching for you for the last six days? We're short handed, there's a crime wave going on. Ororo is sick with worry."
"Sorry, Logan found me. We'll be back late tomorrow and we're ready to work. Please let me talk to Stormy, Jean."
Remy heard the sound of the phone being passed, more like pulled out of Jean's hand.
"Remy where are you, are you alright?" Came in the worried voice of Storm
"One day of hard riding from home. Logan's here wit' me. Stormy I'm so sorry, I didn' mean to hurt ya, of all people. I'll make it up to y' when I get back. I promise."
"Logan located you? Are you unharmed?
Remy gave a nervous laugh. " Remy's find, so is Logan chère."
"Remy you and I are going to have a long talk when you return. No matter what time. Do you understand?"
"Oui, cher."
"Remy are you happy?"
"Oui."
"Goodbye dear friend, may you two have a safe journey home." And she disconnected the line.
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They rode for ten hours before they saw the lights of the mansion. Remy motioned Logan to pull to the side of the road.
"Well cher, where do we go from here?" Red on black eyes look intently into blue ones.
"I don' know, Gumbo." Logan broke eye contact.
"Y' ashamed of us?"
"I don' know."
"Please let me know, when y' do, mon amour." Remy pulled onto the street lead to home. Logan sat there for a few seconds feeling like a total heel and jerk. But he didn't know. He didn't care what the others thought; they'd get over it and eventually accept it. He wasn't ready to trust the thief with his heart. With his body sure, Remy was a great lover, but did he really know how to love? Rogue and him had bombed; she still looked at him with cow eyes from time to time. Logan shook his head and took off after the Cajun.
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Remy was already parked in the garage and headed into the main house. Ororo was waiting.
" Where is Logan?"
" He's right behind me."
'Ro noticed the red-rimmed eyes.
"Remy?" She drew him into her caring embrace.
"Non, Remy gonna sleep, see y' in de morning." And he was gone.
"Logan, what happened?" Storm glared at the shorter man.
"He's home. What else did ya want?" Wolverine glared back. She placed her hands on her hips.
"He was so happy this morning. What have you done?"
"I'm tired and dirty. We'll talk in the morning." He started towards the stares. Ororo stopped him.
"Oh no, you will talk to me now."
"He's pissed. I can't help it."
"Do you fear that inner voice that warns, someone may be watching you and him?"
"Naw, ya know I don't care what others think. It's me. Look at his track record. I don't wanna end up being another notch in his bedpost."
Logan was staring at his feet. Ro took his chin and looked into his eyes.
"The reason he has had such a bad track record, as you put it, is because the others were not you, my friend."
"Ya think?"
"I know. Please stop torturing him. Talk to him tonight." She released his chin and walked away.
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Remy's door was locked. Logan knocked, but the shower was running, he probably couldn't hear. Logan decided to head to his room and shower off the day of riding. Remy was gone when he got out of the shower. Logan went to the garage; the kid's bike was gone. Wolverine breathed deeply, the hunt was on.
The first bar he came to, he found the Cajun's bike parked in front of it. Gambit was standing at the bar arguing with a giant.
Logan stood back and watched the show. Goliath picked the Cajun up by the front of his shirt and dangled him off the ground.
"If I say your going home with me, then you are, little man."
Logan choked back a strangled cry. It was too late, Remy kneed the monster in the crotch and fell safely to the floor.
"Non mon ami, Remy came alone and he'll leave alone."
Remy saw Logan out of the corner of his eye.
"So mon amour, what are y' looking at?" The big man started to stir at Gambit's feet.
"Was hoping ya'd change yer mind about leaving alone."
"Why should I?"
"I don't know, maybe cause I love ya. I don't wanna go home alone tonight."
Remy jumped over the man beneath his feet and flew at Logan. The Canadian didn't know if the Cajun as going to pounce on him or what. He held his ground. Remy caught him in his arms and swirled him around, not an easy feat with over a hundred pounds of adamantium skeleton under all that muscle.
"Do y' love me, cher?"
"Most likely."
"Logan yer non one of dose strong manly types dat can' express his feelings, are y'?"
"Ya knew that from the start. Take it or leave it."
Wolverine pushed him aside and downed the giant now raising up from the floor with one blow. Remy threw his head back letting his silky auburn mane spill down his back and laughed.
"Mon amour, I'll take y' for sure."
"Then lets get the hell outta here and get home. I've got some plans for you." Logan grabbed him around the waist and headed for their bikes.

 

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