Title: Nobody's Angle

Author: Lu (LoganRemy@hotmail.com)

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Wolverine/Gambit

Series/Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-3

Summary: Slash. Wolverine and Gambit hunting Sabretooth.

Disclaimer: the X-men belong to Marvels...I'm not making any money...... ...... but I'm having so much fun fooling around with the characters.

Date: April 2001

Notes: Here's another Pollyanna endeavor to write a Logan/Remy fic, if ya like, if ya don' let me know what ya think, lu

Special thanks to Sharkshape, you are my angel, thanks soo much.

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Nobody's Angle 1

By Lu

 

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
I promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now,
I'm in too deep; there's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life's mystery seems so faded

Soul Asylum

 

"Flaming Cajun, yer gonna make a lovely corpse when I get my hands on ya."
Remy tore up the stairs at full speed, Logan hot on his heels. Ororo stepped in front of Wolverine stopping him dead in his tracks.
"Logan, he was teasing you. I believe he is happy to have you back. And this is his youthful attempt to show you, my friend."
She reached out a comforting hand to his upper arm.
"Yeah, right, blowing up a damn card in my face is a great way to say welcome home."
'Ro rubbed his arm.
"Logan ... never mind. I am glad you've returned."
She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. She took him by the arm and leaded him down the stairs.
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Remy sometimes wondered why he, at times, played such a role. Logan had ignored him since he'd awoke from his coma. Truth be told, Logan ignored most of the time. He'd survived the last several months without any support, why was he thinking about getting any at this point. He'd almost died, nothing new there, he would handle this without anyone. Besides when the ol' man found out what he was thinking, he'd probably kill him anyway (could say right away). And Remy was not going to be the one to tell him.
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It was well past midnight when Logan investigated the grounds. It was a nightly routine he preformed without any apologies. He smelled him before he saw him.
"Why ain't ya out whoring around, Gumbo?"
As he got closer, Logan noticed the kid looked troubled. He waited for the Cajun to talk. Gambit wanted something, something from him.
The cool night air had deposited a thin layer of moisture on the lush lawn.
"Hey homme, Gambit needs t' talk t' y'."
Remy stood a few feet away staring at his wet boots.
"Then talk, Cajun."
"Oui ... Remy got 'imself in some deep shit." Holding up a hand to cut off any lecture he continued. "Gambit didn't want t' come t' de X-Men for help, t'ings were just calming down. Remy non making excuses, for his actions, just explaining."
Remy seemed to be incapable of meeting Logan's eyes. "Den Sabretooth came t' me for help. "
Next thing Remy knew, he was flat on his back with a very pissed off Wolverine on top of him.
"This better be one o' those happy endings, Cajun."
Wolverine had two claws imbedded in the lawn, on either side of Remy's neck.
"Sorry, Cher."
Logan watched the kid's Adam's apple glide up then down the sleek velvety throat.
"I'm not yer darlin', best remember that. What happened?" Wolverine asked still restraining Gambit.
"Y' know about the wounds he received, he was dying. He offered to help break into Sinister's lab, if I would help him steal the..." Remy tried to turn his head away. "My powers, dey were out o' control."
"So ya paid the devil ta get yer ass out o' the fire." Logan retracted his claws. "Goddamn Remy, don' ya ever learn." Logan said falling onto the damp grass beside Remy. "Finish it, kid, I know ya wouldn've started this unless ya had ta."
"Y're aware Sabretooth's mad, bad, and dangerous to know" Remy said sitting crossed legged next to Logan.
"Sent me a message, y'n him have unfinished business to take care of."
Now he was imploring Logan to believe him with his demon eyes.
"Remy gonna make it right, mon ami. Just wanted y' ta know before he leaves."
Logan snarled. "Only a coward looks for death, Cajun." Grabbing a handful of auburn hair and twisting his head to meet Logan's eyes. "So if yer planning on hunting Creed alone, forget it."
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"Logan, what is this? You're just back and now you're off once more. Why can't one of the others handle this?" 'Ro pleaded.
"Ya know I'm the only one that's got a chance against Creed, darlin'. 'sides, the kid's gonna need me. The others are all too ready ta judge him again. Can' have it, he'd crack."
Her two closest friends were off to destroy a mad man and maybe be destroyed. Her heart constricted in her chest. "You will keep in touch daily. Both you and Remy have a cell phone. Do not make me call you."
Logan laughed.
Remy walked down the stairs wondering what Wolverine found so amusing. Seeing Stormy, he dropped his eyes. 'Ro took him by his free hand.
"When you and Logan return, we will have a long talk, my dear friend."
"Oui." He said and kissed her on the side of her head.
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They traveled light: bedrolls, couple changes of clothes plus what they were wearing. It took them almost nine hours of hard riding to reach the location of Sabretooth's letter. They'd sleep under the stars when they couldn't find a cheap motel. They'd eat in sleazy bars and honky tanks, Creed's favorite hangouts. The weather was mild and they traveled fast. Saint-George, West Virginia was a peculiar little village, nestled beneath the mountains in a trivial valley, the perfect setting to find a psychotic killer.
They stopped in front of a dive called 'True Colors' to grab lunch. Both were tired and dirty, they hadn't said more than two words to each other in eight and half hours of driving. Remy tugged the band free from his hair and shook his head. Logan fought the grin that teased his lips. Damn kid, even when the shit was coming down, he was priming and grooming for his audience.
"What?" Red eyes stared into vivid blue one's.
"C'mon I'm starved." Logan turned and walked through the door into a dark, smelly bar.
Once seated Remy said. "Y' angry?"
"Naw, just disappointed."
Remy looked straight ahead. "Me, too."
'Yer like water, ya take the path with the least resistance.'
Wolverine's disappointment in him had been the one thing that had gnawed at his insides for the last few days. He would have done anything to change the situation. Logan had a low enough opinion of him as it was. He had been so scared of loosing control. Sabretooth had shown up at the perfect time and used that fear of rejection against him.
"Remy doesn't understand why y' didn't just give up on him a long time ago."
"Stop feeling sorry for yerself. When we get back, you and I have a few things to settle, like yer whining, and yer inability to ask for help, except from the wrong people."
Logan knew, if not for Ro's explaining, what made the kid tick. He would have more likely killed him himself. No pity, but he was going to use a strong case of love to get him straightened out. Between him and Jubes, he was becoming a regular dad.
The waitress took their order all the while smiling and flirting with the Cajun.
"Maybe Remy shouldn't go back?"
"Yer whining again." Logan didn't like the idea of the Cajun just taking off.
They ate in almost complete silence. Remy seemed unable to express how guilty he felt, but continued to try and Logan continually refused to coddle him.
A few of the locals were staring at their table and Logan knew there was going be trouble. The men weren't keen on their ladies gawking at an outsider. The Cajun was purely and simply a beautiful man. He handled himself with a natural grace and elegance that few men were capable of. Even dirty and tired he drew the women to him like flies. The only reason they were holding back was Logan. He had the looks that frighten both male and female off.
"Are ya aware of what gonna on around us, Cajun?"
"Dat's nothing, dey're just a bunch of gutless wonders. Maybe I could ask about Sabretooth?" He grinned that charming grin of his. "Sometimes dese good looks come in handy, non?."
"It's yer funeral, Gumbo." Wolverine eyed the men at the bar.
Remy sauntered up to the group. Logan had no trouble hearing the kid, even over the jukebox and the clientele. His voiced purred soothingly.
"Mes amis, have y' seen a very large blonde, mean, looking man in 'ere lately?"
What appeared to be the spokesman of the group shook his head.
"Merci quand même." Remy returned to Logan.
"Non. Ready to find a room for de night, Cher? Den we can search dis town."
Logan was in the frame of mind to correct the Cajun and remind him he was not his darlin'. Then he let it drop. Find Sabretooth first then enlighten the kid.
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The motel was a dump. Remy asked for unsoiled sheets and towels, the owner just grunted and handed him a key.
"Cher, let Remy pay for the room and find a cleaner place, non?"
"This is the type o' place Creed frequents, we stay here."
Remy's childhood was past for the most part was in pigsties like this one. When he was lucky. As an adult he did his best to avoid them. It stank of stale cigarettes and mold. Remy unrolled his bedroll on the first bed and fell on top of it.
"Do we clean up first, den start de search?"
Remy stretched from head to toe, displaying every lean muscle on his long body.
Logan wondered if the kid was doing it on purpose and figured that it wasn't.
"Yeah, Creed is primarily a creature of the night. We'll clean up and get a few hours shuteye. Then we hunt."
Logan took the first shower figuring if the hot water ran out it'd happen to the kid. The hot spray pelted his complete body, he scrubbed the last nine-hour of intense riding away from him. Once he toweled his bulk dry and took care of his toiletry he headed towards the bed wearing only a clean pair of boxers.
Remy stared for a second at the masculine form coming from the bathroom. A flawless figure of muscles and tendons covered by a dark satiny fur, or at lease he imagined it this way. Short and powerful not two words you would not offend link together. Remy roused himself enough to head for the shower. He let the warm spray cascade over him, like tingling finger massaging his entire body. Logan had hogged the hot water and now he had to hurry. Remy swaggered to his bed wearing only a towel. He let it drop to the ground before slipping into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Logan hated when the Cajun watched him, it was like he was trying to memorize his body and this wasn't the first time. It made him self-conscious having a man gawk at him. It was like the kid wanted something from him and he had a feeling he was better off not knowing what. Logan glanced at Remy and found himself wondering what was inside his head. Logan fell asleep with that thought on his mind.

They both awoke at sunset. Logan tried to ignore the Cajun rising from the bed in all of his splendor and stretching every lean muscle. He rolled to the other side of the bed, exited there and stretched too. Remy was dressed in a second, (probably from his years of experience running from enraged husbands). Logan was just buckling his belt when Remy spoke.
"Ya know, mon ami, we could cover twice more ground in half the time if we split up."
"What did I tell ya about that dead wish of yers, Cajun. We do this together or not at all."
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One nice thing about small towns was that they had a relatively smaller number of bars. They all produced nil. Sabretooth was playing with them, probably laughing his ass off.
"Best ta stay in one spot 'n' let him come ta us and this is as good as any." Logan sat in a booth that was concealed in the shadows.
Remy went to get them a couple of beers and see if anybody here has seen the tall bulky psycho.
"Non, cher, nobody seen anyone dat fits his description."
Logan flipped open his cell and dialed the mansion.
"Hi darlin', ya must have been waiting by the phone for me ta call, I'm flattered."
Remy could not hear the reply.
"Don't look like he's been here, I want ya to tighten the security at the school. Let every one know what's going on. This could be what he had in mind all along."
Logan glared at Gambit.
"Yeah I'm keeping a real good eye on him, just for ya."
Logan handed the phone to Remy.
"Stormy, I know." Remy glanced at Logan.
"Mon amie, what do y' take me for, a complete idiot?" Remy raised a flawlessly arched eyebrow.
"Remy love y' ta Stormy."
He hung up and laughed before handing the phone to Wolverine. Logan stared at him.
"Not'ing, she told me to stop calling 'er dat." He was starting to get irritated. "OK, s'e told me non t' piss y' off anymore dan necessary."
Gambit was not about to tell him the truth. Ororo was his only confidant she knew his fondest dreams and feared for him a great deal of the time. He'd been in love with Logan for a long time. He'd longed for him in silence and would continue to so until he was given a little encouragement.
'Oui, like dat was gonna happen in his lifetime.' Storm also believed it was best to wait until he could make wiser decisions and not piss the other man off quite so much.
Logan had heard most of what Ro had to say to the kid. Remy had basically told him the truth, but something she'd said left Logan on the edge:
"Do not burden Logan with your desires. Wait until you are both safely home. I'm sure he will understand. I feel it is long overdue, but wait."
Now what else had that darn Cajun gotten himself into.
Remy swagger across the floor and up to the bar to purchase two more beers, all the patrons in the bar kept their eyes on him. His natural grace combined with his terrific looks would take the average onlooker off guard and result in them staring and sometimes more. The kid handled himself well, but from what Ro had told him early this had not always been true. Remy sat the drinks on the table and took his seat.
"Dis ain't right, dis ain't even wrong, Cher."
Eyeing Logan he added, "De man, he's manipulating us." Remy was drumming his slender fingers on the table.
Logan concentrated on the slow motion. Remy stopped.
"Sorry cher."
Logan pulled himself out of his self-made fog. Logan felt old as dirt and just as tired.
"Remy, I ain't up for any surprises, if ya got something ta tell me do it now. I ain't waiting till we get back to the mansion. If yer in trouble, we can work it out, can't get any worst than this."
Solemn blue eyes probed into demon red.
"I heard the other side of the conversation with Ro."
Remy panicked and tried to leave the table. Logan hauled the kid back in place.
"I'm sick with worry, wondering what Creed's gonna do next, I don' wanna worry about you too. Please tell me."
Gambit began to chew his bottom lip and Logan appeared to be very interested in the action.
"Remy 'as a crush on y', mon ami." He turned away.
Wolverine burst out laughing. Remy stared dumbfounded.
"Ya were right kid, this could have waited till we got home." Logan's booming howls filled the room and all heads turned to check out the two men in the back.
Remy at last found his reason and stood to leave. Logan grabbed his hand and dragged him down.
"Ya do the stupidest things and I know yer an intelligent man." Logan released his hand.
"Remy, Sabretooth is one of mine and yer worst enemies and, now ya come up with this lame idea that ya got a crush on me. What am I suppose ta do?"
God he was glad he hadn't told the total truth, a watered down version had been bad enough. Wolvie was right if you really cared for someone, you took their feeling into consideration before you did something that could hurt them. It had taken Logan almost dieing to clarify his feeling for the older man. He wanted to be blunt and direct like Wolvie. Logan made him want to be a better person. He wanted to earn his respect. But this was highly unlikely at this point in his life. /Dis time I've managed t' get myself really screwed up. / Remy's eyes were bright with unshed tears.
"Y' wanted de truth cher and I know y' non feel de same. Don't know why Remy makes de same mistake over and over again. Everyt'ing was so straightforward, for some reason I don' accept it." Remy spread those strong lean hands palms up.
Logan reached over and squeezed one of those hands in his.
"We'll talk about this thing when we get home, now we gotta stop Sabretooth from hurting any of the innocent residents here."
Logan freed his hand and settled back in his seat.
They stayed till closing and still no Creed. The ride back was uneventful they parked their bikes in front of the room and went inside. Remy stripped and folded his clothes neatly then crawled into bed, keeping his back to Logan the entire time. "G'night mon ami." Were his finial words before falling asleep.
Logan watched the entire procedure without a word. He snatched a clean pair of boxers from his stack and went into the bathroom. The kid had probably decided to wait till morning to shower because Logan had used all the hot water the earlier, couldn't blame him. Now the Cajun had a crush on him. If that didn't say it all, only kids had crushes and Remy proved he definitely was a kid. Logan felt old, old to the bone. He let the hot water jet over his aching muscles in an attempt to ease the pain. He reached around the curtain and grabbed his toothbrush out of the glass on the sink, the Cajun's sat next to his. A crush of all things.
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Remy was up before dawn. As quietly as a thief could be he slipped into the bathroom. Logan smiled.
The front door came crashing in, wood splinter flying in every direction.
"Hi ya runt." Sabretooth stood in the middle of the room.
Wolverine was charging him, claws exposed.
"Ya miss me, Death?" Sabretooth launched himself from the centre of the room attempting to jump at Wolverine's throat. Logan jammed both sets of claws into Creed's gut, opening him up. Gambit exited the bathroom, dripping wet and naked, to see Creed ripping at Logan's neck. Razor sharp claws tearing the tender skin to shreds. He charged the first thing his fingers touched and hurled it between the two men. Wolverine was thrown onto the bed and Sabretooth went flying into a wall. Remy unrelenting sent more objects soaring toward Creed giving Logan a chance to recuperate from his wounds. If he could only get to his coat, and the cards inside.
Wolverine howled like a wild animal as he rushed Sabretooth, dodging Gambit's exploding projectiles. Creed met him head on. Wolverine slammed his claws into Creed's shoulder and sank it up to his fist. He roared his pain and slugged the side of Logan head. He barely staggered. They were now locked into a killing embrace. Remy finally made it to his cards and began bombarding the two mutants. Once he had them separated he launched his assault against Creed in earnest. As a last ditch effort Sabretooth rushed the door barely escaping.
Remy hurried to Logan and helped him on the bed. Already most of the minor cuts and scratches were healed, the major were going to take a little longer, but there were no life threatening wounds. Remy pulled the chair out of the corner and wedge under the doorknob. Then dropped onto his own bed, exhausted.
"New body armor, Cajun?"
Remy glanced over at Logan.
"Appears we found Sabretooth, mon ami."
"Yeah."
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They were dressed and out of the room in less than five minutes. Logan's healing powers had stopped the major bleeding and they were off on the trail of they "prey". Remy kept glancing at Logan. Concern was edged in the lines of his face, and if he wasn't careful the features would probably end up permanently stuck in his face. Logan wished Gumbo would mind his own damn business and let him worry about himself. Remy was making him nervous again. At least, it was taking his mind off the pain of his healing powers.
They rode till sunset, stopping at bars and gas stations along the way with no luck; Creed could have gone in a different direction. But he sensed, knew, they were on the right track.
"We can bed down here and pick up his trail at sunrise."
Remy was city born and raised, he had slept on many a street or sidewalk, but he couldn't remember ever sleeping on the side of a road in the dirt. This could be fun.
"If dis is where we sleep tonight, I'm gonna check out de facilities."
Logan withdrew the cell from his jacket and dialed the mansion.
"Ro yer not sitting by the phone waiting for me ta call, are ya?"
"Of course not, Logan. I'm carrying a cordless at all times."
Logan chuckled.
"How is our wayward Cajun friend?"
"He told me about his crush last night, so ya can stop worrying about it, darlin'."
There was an uncomfortable silence then.
"I do not believe 'crush' is the appropriate word, Logan. Remy might have told you that because he is embarrassed. That young man is completely enamored with you and it has been quite a while now. Not a crush by any means."
"Ya sound sure about this."
"Logan please be considerate of his feelings. He is in love with you. With your guidance he could become a decent man."
Storm paused.
"Logan if you find in yourself that you can care for him, I believe you would both would find some peace to calm all the turmoil that is as much a part of him as it is of you."
"Ro!"
It was a warning to but out.
"Yes, call when you've taken care of the problem. And I mean, of course, Sabretooth."
Logan smiled into the phone, "Ya know I will darlin'." He hung up.
Remy swaggered back into camp and Logan eyed him wearily. Remy wondered what he had done this time. After what he'd done to help Sabretooth, trust was certainly not something Logan associated with him. Remy averted his eyes, removed his bedroll and tossed it on the ground.
"Night, homme."
He slid into his bed for the night.
Logan pitched his bedroll besides Remy's and crawled in.
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Logan came to full awareness even before his eyes opened. His right hand's claws were already extended and swinging towards the adversary at his side. Logan stopped a mere fraction of second before slicing into Gambit's shoulder blade. Red on black eyes stared at him.
"Remy, didn' mean to wake y', cher."
He had just rolled over and into Logan. He was in the process of moving away when Logan said.
"Ya lied to me again, Cajun."
For once Remy was at a lost.
"Sorry Logan, but I don' know what you're talking about?"
"It's not a crush."
Logan pushed the Cajun on his back. He was glaring into Remy's demon eyes.
"Non, it ain't."
Gambit turned his head to the side.
"When are ya gonna learn to say what ya mean, Cajun."
Logan turned onto his right side and fell asleep.
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Before the break of dawn Remy was off taking care of business, Logan followed the example. Logan got back in time to witness Remy brushing his teeth without any water.
"There's a stream about an eighth miles east, come on."
When they got there, Logan splashed the freezing water into his face and hair. It felt wonderful. The Cajun seemed to be in puppy heaven, clean teeth and a fresh face.
"Logan, do y' hate me?"
"Naw, just don' trust ya, Cajun"
Logan started back towards the bikes with Remy not far behind.
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It look as if they were on the right path, Creed had busted up a bar along the way just for the fun of it. Fortunately no one was seriously hurt. They grabbed lunch at a fast food place and were back in pursue ten minutes later.
Logan loved the warm wind rushing through his hair and against his face. This was as close to freedom as he could get when living in civilization. With 141 HP between his legs he flew down the road with his maybe not so faithful companion at his side. Logan valued honesty and honor utmost in the few friends he had acquire over the years. And unfortunately, it just wasn't in the kid. His years on the street and those living as a thief had killed these traits in him. He was always trying to protect his back and more often than not getting himself into deeper trouble.
Remy felt trapped. His lies and deceit were so wide spread and so deep he would never be able to remember them all. Logan was smart not to trust him. He didn't completely trust himself. If he did get a chance with Logan he had ruin it some way. He wouldn't get his chance and he now saw why he had been unable to get close to him in the past:
'Just don' trust ya, Cajun.'
They found a roadside café at dusk and ate supper. "Dere one more t'ing, Gambit wants t' tell ya."
Remy looked up from his meal.
"He was saved from Antarctica by a person calling himself de 'New Sun'."
Remy waved one of his slender hands to say that there was going to be more.
"De New Sun wanted t' be reimbursed for dis favor by having Gambit steal t'ings for him."
"So yer back to thieving."
"Oui."
"Well kid, the others left ya for dead and if that the payment you had to give for yer life then I'd say ya made a good trade."
"He's trying t' unify de humans and mutants, he says he's from another dimension."
Logan sat straighter in his seat.
"Remy how do ya get yerself into this shit."
Logan grinned.
"Do ya need some help with him?"
"Non homme, just trying t' be honest wit' y'."
Logan nodded his head and finished his meal.
There was a motel next to the café and that's were they decided to spend the night. The room was clean and had two double beds and a T.V. Remy stretched out on one of the beds and turned on the T.V. low volume. Logan sat on the other bed and dialed the mansion.
"Hey darlin', how's everything on yer end."
He chuckled.
"He's fine, hold on."
Logan handed the phone to Remy.
"Stormy, how's it shaking."
His warm laughter filled the room.
"Oui chère, Remy understands. Non, everyt'ing's okay. De bastard tore up a café. Keep an eye on de school just in case he doubles back, chère."
Remy smiled into the cell.
"Oui, I'll tell Wolvie. Love y' Stormy."
Logan heard the loud click and smiled, too.
"She's gonna follow through with that threat one of these days."
"Dat's what I'm hoping for. She wanted me t' tell y' sweet dreams."
Remy shook his head.
"I saw a laundry mat on the way in, if ya want I can throw your stuff with mine."
"Remy'll go wit' y'. Y' can still do de washing, mon ami."
There was barely a load and Remy stripped off the shirt he was wearing and threw it in the machine. The night was cool and Logan noticed the nipples on the kid's chest harden. He turned away and coughed. There was only one other customer in the place a pretty young redhead and she appeared just as interested in the Cajun's actions as Logan was. Remy hopped up their machine and stared at Logan.
"Well cher..."
His face reddened.
"Sorry, mon ami."
Logan waited for him to continue. He got even redder.
"Remy forgot."
Logan laughed out loud, startling the redhead.
"Relax kid, I ain't pissed at ya right now. What do ya want ta talk about."
"I don' know, just like hearing y' talk. Yer voice fills me up."
"Sorry kid, don' have anything to say."
Remy jumped down and started to wander the laundry. Logan watched the lean muscled back shift with every step the Cajun took. On the return trip he transferred his observation to the narrow waist and the fine red hair that trailed from the Cajun's belly to below the waistband of his jeans. Remy turned and paced back the other way. His jeans were worn and thin and Logan knew he wore no underwear. The muscles of his butt rotated in a hypnotizing manner. Logan shook himself and tried to determine if the kid was releasing his charm power. No, the redhead woman wasn't jumping his bones.
"Sit down Cajun, yer driving me nuts."
When the washer stopped Remy snatched the clothes and threw them in a dryer. The redhead finished folding her clothes and left. He sat down next to Logan.
"Gambit, yer jumpier than a cat on a hot tin roof. Settle down."
The Cajun stopped jerking.
"Just want dis t' be over."
Logan was making him uneasy. He kept watching his every move. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and closed his eyes. Logan observed the thickening form in the front of Remy's pants. Before he knew was he was doing or was able to stop himself, he cupped the bulge with his strong hand. Remy flew out of the seat. Landing up against a washer. He checked to ensure that his shields were still in place, they were. What had started out as a semi erection was now a full-blown hard-on.
"Logan, it's non Remy's fault, I swear."
Remy could think of no way to hide it.
Logan was just as shocked as Remy, he said: "I'm not blaming ya, Cajun. Just happened." Logan had no idea what had come over him, he had never experienced an interest in a man before. But rock hard nubs on the defined pecs, the sinewy long body, the musky smell of his maleness and finally that hardening dick.
Remy jumped on the washer and gawked.
"Stop looking at me, before ya piss me off."
"Oui, Logan, I won't say anyt'ing t' anybody, with dis y' can trust me."
"I'm not worry about ya talking. I just don' want ya ta get the wrong idea, this doesn't change a thing between us."
"Gambit understands."
He was intently watching the cracks in the floor.
"Fuck!"
And Logan left the laundry.
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Remy folded the clothes and returned to the room, no Logan. He got into the shower and turned the hot water full blast. Remy ran his hands down his flat hard stomach and stopped at his fully erect cock. With soapy hands he encircled himself, moving in an age-old movement. Soon his hips followed his hands lead. His caressed the velvet soft head, fingering the clef at the back. His legs went wobbly and he moaned. His hands worked faster and he reached to stroke his tightening balls. His body jerked and his dick squirted thick cum in his hand. Remy collapsed against the shower wall. Having finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went into the main room.
Logan was laying on his bed, his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Remy went to his bed and crawled under the cover, soon turning to face Logan.
"The only way ta get rid of a attraction is ta give into it. "
Logan said, rolling on to his side.
"And I am attracted ta ya Cajun. But this has got to be only for tonight."
Remy throat swelled shut. Nothing would come out. Logan wanted him just for tonight and Remy wanted him for eternally. Remy knew he was a slut at heart and that he would take the one night. Logan couldn't treat him any worst than he already did, barely acknowledging his existents mostly ignoring him. So Remy nodded his head. Logan came to his bed and laid beside the taller man.
"I don' know what ta do." He said,
Remy pulled him into his arms and brushed his mouth against Logan's dry lips. Moistening them with his tongue. Sturdy fingers kneaded tensed neck and back muscles. Logan arched his neck to capture Remy's mouth, but the Cajun pulled away grinning.
"Y' want Remy to kiss y', cher? Dat what y want?"
Logan growled deep in his throat. Remy dropped his head and took Logan's lips, parting them and attacking the tongue inside. Remy rolled Logan onto his back and straddle his lower waist never breaking the kiss. He pinched the hardened nipple under all that wonderful satiny dense fur, then broke away from the kiss and sucked on the abused nipple. Logan moaned trying to swift his body, Remy held him tight.
"Remy, please."
Remy smiled then took the other nipple in his mouth and preformed the same deed on it. Remy slide his body down Logan's to the older man's navel. He stuck his tongue deep inside and licked, then sucked, when the head of Logan cock came up to greet him, he started to lick it, long strokes from the base to the tip and down again. His long fingers encircled Logan hard shaft and his mouth covered the faultless head licking the clear fluid with the tip of his tongue. Logan twisted his blunt fingers through the long auburn hair and pulled Remy's head closer. Remy swallowed his cock up to the dark hair then pulled up to the rim of the head. Logan was grinding his hips into Remy's face. Remy paid special attention to the underside of the head licking and sucking the tender slit. He was pumping his hand in an intense rhythm, Logan's hips following suit. Remy massaged three fingers beneath Logan's balls. Logan cried out, his body convulsing. Remy sucked and licked him till he was clean and soft in his mouth.
"Now we even cher."
And turn over onto his back, his own engorged cock throbbing against his stomach.
Remy tugged on Logan's arm, pulling him on top of him.
"Hmmm, cher y' so hairy." Remy's laugh tingled across every nerve end in Logan's body. Remy grasped Logan's neck and pulled him down for a soul-searching kiss.
"Mon amour, we have a slight problem."
Remy was tugging on the older man's bottom lip with his teeth.
"I never imagined y' n me."
He freed Logan's bottom lip and stared nipping at the corded muscles in his neck.
"Don' have any ointment."
Logan pulled himself up on an elbow.
"I don' get ya kid."
Remy moaned at the lost of Logan's warm chest on his.
"Please, Logan kiss my ass."
Logan frowned down at the Cajun and Remy laughed.
"Non cher, just lick it to get it lubed. Make's it easier for penetration."
Logan blushed, color climbing up his neck. He looked down to the mentioned member and grinned.
"Can do bub."
On his way there Logan stopped to pay a little attention to the head of Remy's cock. The Cajun shoved Logan away.
"Non Cher, y' gonna ruin de fun if y' do dat."
Remy's balls were already pulling up inside him. Logan studied the rosy pucker wanting to put it to memory, and then sank his head down. All the time Remy's lean fingers were rubbing his scalp.
Is didn't taste like he'd imagined, Remy was clean and fresh, Logan experimented sticking his tongue into the taut hole. Remy bowed off the bed, his fingers ripping at Logan's hair.
"S'il te plait, mon amour."
Remy's eyes were glowing hot. "Remy can't take dat. Gonna ruin yer fun, Cher." Remy dragged Logan up his length and kissed him, wrapping his long legs around the other man's waist. Logan was positioned. Gently, he probed the opening with his erect cock. His dick was excreting a clear cream along with his saliva, Logan was able to thrust the head of his penis into the hole. Remy cried out as his entire body tensed. Logan touched Remy face with one hand.
"Ya ok? Do you want me to stop?"
Remy shook his head nudging his hand.
"Non mon amour, yer so big. Just give me a minute."
Logan brushed his mouth against the Cajun's, sucking his pouty lower lip. Slowly Logan pushed in until he was completely embedded, Remy was so hot, so tight. He waited, giving the younger man the time he needed to adjust. Logan stroked the Cajun's stiff shaft, wiping a finger through the filmy fluid at the tip and bringing it to his mouth to taste it. Remy stared at him with adoring eyes. He moved his hips upwards. Logan began a rhythm, riding back and forth then up and down gradually building the speed. Remy sprayed his fingers across Logan's chest kneading muscles and tugging at the dark fur.
"Oui cher, dat so good, merci."
He arched his body and met Logan's pace. Logan stroked the Cajun's shaft faster and faster, until a hot sticky cream spurted out over and over again.
Remy's ass convulsed, tightening around Logan's swollen cock. Logan bellowed his bliss, shooting his cum into Remy. Logan collapsed on the kid's stomach resting his head on Remy's chest waiting for the spasm to end. Logan stroked Remy 's face bushing his long auburn hair back.
"Remy yer one beautiful man. Thanks for tonight."
He reached up and kissed the younger man on the lips.
"Anytime cher."
Remy deepened the kiss, attempting to memorize the taste, the very essence of him.
They fell asleep. Logan sprawled across Remy.
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Logan woke to Remy's cock probing his backside. It felt so good he wanted to roll onto his stomach and let the kid fuck him until he was totally spent. He imagined there would be pain, but it would be mixed with a pleasure that, he was certain of it, would overcome the hurt. He reached behind him and took the younger man's hand placing it over his erection. Remy's fingers tighten over the throbbing flesh.
"Cajun, I want ya ta fuck me."
Logan whispered into his ear. Remy was now wide-awake.
"Non cher, we non prepared."
His fingers were applying feather like strokes up and down Logan's shaft.
"Remy'd tear y' apart. Neit'er one of us would have any fun."
He tightened his grip and intensified the rhythm, using his thumb to rub the underside of Logan's shaft. Remy arched into Logan sliding his cock between the older man's cheeks pressing on his asshole. Logan came in Remy's hand the hot gooey cream spreading over the bed sheets. Remy found his own release on the inside of Logan silky thighs. Both men laid motionless for a few minutes, listening to each other's breathing.
Logan broke the embrace first, and went into the bathroom. Remy laid there, fingering the syrupy liquid that Logan had deposited in his hand and smiled. Logan hadn't beaten the shit out of him, hadn't tried to kill him either, pretty good. The last twelve hours of his life would sustain him for a long while. He was okay with that. He rolled out of bed and onto his feet, searching through his clothes for something to wear.
Logan let the hot water spray his complete body. What had he gotten himself into? That kid was too sexy for his own good and Logan's. He'd never been tempted by a man before and out of the clear blue he was hotter than hell for the Cajun. He still wanted him. Last night had been amazing, like nothing he'd ever experienced. Logan tried to convince himself that the reason for the sensations was that it had been a long time since he's had sex with anyone. He knew it wasn't it. Besides, it hadn't been that long. He turned the water off and toweled dry. He stepped out of the bathroom.
Remy smiled but didn't meet his eyes while squeezing past Logan to enter the bathroom.
"Mon ami."
Then, he shut the door. His shower was much shorter than Logan's; there was no more hot water.
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They were on the road by 6:50am. They didn't stop till noon to grab lunch. They entered the road side dinner and Remy slipped his coat off before he took his seat. Throwing it into the corner of the booth. Logan tossed his leather jacket beside it. They sat, staring at their menus, avoiding each other's look. Once the waitress took their orders and menus the unease grew. Logan blew.
"This shit has to end. How are we gonna work tagether damnit if we can't even stand ta look at each other?"
"Cher, Remy doesn't wanta make y' uncomfortable. He can stand t' look at y' all day."
Logan smiled.
"OK, new ground rules, we got a problem and we gotta keep it under wraps until we find Creed. We'll deal with this thing when we get home."
Logan stared into red demon eyes waiting for confirmation that Remy understood.
Remy fought back a grin, so it wasn't just one night then.
"Oui Cher, we'll deal wit' it when we gat home."
They ate their meal in a comfortable silence, each planning their next move. Sabretooth was out there and needed to be caught before he hurt any more innocence people. Logan had worked with him many times over the years and knew what a madman Creed really was. Remy had dealt with the psycho in the past at a very high price. And still he had been foolish enough to save his life, knowing what he knew about him.
Logan was wise not to trust him. He was a danger to the X-Men and to the humankind. Remy pushed his plate away. Logan looked at him and raised a questioning brow.
"Not'ing cher just non hungry."
Logan glared at Remy.
"Y're right. Don' trust Remy. Look where he got y'." Sabretooth was alive and healthy and out to cause them trouble all because he had been ashamed to go the X-Men for help.
"This feeling sorry for yerself has got ta end now, Cajun." Logan growled.
"Start being a man and take reasonability for yer mistakes. It starts here. Got it?"
Remy nodded he head.
"Got it, non more lies, I swear."
"I'm holding ya to that." Logan smiled.
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It was well past sunset and still no sign of Sabretooth. They pulled off to the side of the road and parked. They'd camp here for the night. They laid out their bedrolls and Remy took off into the woods for a bit of privacy and Logan called 'Ro.
"Hi darlin', miss me?"
"You know I do and how is our favorite Cajun doing?"
"Getting a little antsy, no sight of Creed since yesterday. Have ya heard anything?" Logan was letting her know he wasn't having a great time either.
"Not a sound, nothing on the news. Logan it is not your responsibility to find Sabretooth why don't you and Remy come home."
"Naw it's not mine, but it's the kids. I'm not gonna leave him alone to chase Creed."
"I'm just worried about the two of you. Please be careful and come home safe to us."
"Don' I always."
Logan disconnected and put the cell in his pocket.
She's probably afraid I'm going to gut the kid or something along those lines, he thought.
Logan stretched on his beadroll and closed his eyes. He heard Remy return and crawl into his own bed.
"Goodnight homme."
Logan awoke early in the morning with a start; something or someone was circling their camp. He nudged Remy who was using Logan's arm as a pillow. Red eyes glowed in the dark. Logan motioned to the perimeter of their campsite. Remy nodded. He already had a card charged and was ready to go.
"Ya two look real cozy. Didn't know ya liked pretty boys, runt. Did he tell ya he saved my life?"
"Creed, this is between you and me. Lets end it here and now. I'm gonna send the Cajun away if ya got the guts ta face me ta the end."
Remy rebelled. "Non cher, dis is my fight, I'm staying here."
Logan growled deep in his throat. If Creed didn't kill that damn Cajun, he just might.
"Ya know I can take ya, little man, and yer pretty boy, but it gonna be on my time not yours."
Logan was up and running in less than two seconds, but all he saw were the taillights of a truck speeding onto the highway dust and gravel flying in the air.
"Let's ride, Cajun."
Logan was packing his bedroll and tying it to his bike, Remy followed suit. They were unable to catch up with Creed. He'd somehow just vanished into thin air. Someone was helping him. Logan was to good a tracker not to find Sabretooth so he had to have help from someone else. But who?
Logan glanced over at the kid. He waved him over to the side of the road.
"Do ya have any idea who Creed might be working with?"
"Non cher."
"If yer lying ta me Cajun, I swear yer a dead man."
"Logan, I've promised non t' lie t' y', non matter what de cost."
Remy looked hurt.
"Start coming up with some ideas, we got us a homicidal maniac on the loose."
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They broke for lunch in the early afternoon.
"What about Sinister, yer non one of his favorite people, neit'er am I."
"What makes ya think it's him?"
"Gambit probably pissed him off when we broke into his lab n stole his research. Sabretooth has non loyalties, he'd help anyone for de right price."
"Where do ya think they're leading us then."
"Don't know Cher, but y' can bet it's a trap."
Logan became very interested in his lunch; it was time to send the kid home.
Remy glared at Wolverine. He was as easy to read as a book.
"Non Cher, Remy's staying. He's gonna be yer shadow till dis t'ing is finished."
"Remy, it be easier on me if ya went home."
"I can take care o' my own ass n yer's, old man."
Incense red on black eyes scowled into irritated blue ones.
"Remy, how did ya know what I was thinking?"
"It was written all over yer face, Cher."
Logan stared at him.
"What y' t'ink Remy's a mind reader?"
"Ya got that empathy thing and the charm power. Why not?"
Remy tried to see into Logan's head and read his thoughts. Nothing.
"Sorry cher, don' know what y' t'inking."
Logan wondered why the Cajun would lie about something as simple as this.
"Remy non lying, Logan, I swear."
Remy looked offended.
"Gambit, ya did it again. How in the hell do ya know what I'm thinking?"
Remy gawked at him in astonishment. "Don't know how, Cher. Don't know at all"
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They stopped for the night at a cheap motel; Remy seemed to do better after a night in a bed and a hot shower.
Logan dropped the saddlebags on the floor and dialed Ro.
"Hey darlin'."
"Logan, I believe Mystique is involved in this mess. One of the students saw Bobby out by the lake who then changed into a blue woman and ran off."
Remy was trying to hear Stormy side of the conversation, but to no avail.
"Remy figures Sinister might also be involved. Ya got the school on lock down, nobody coming or going without a good reason."
"Scott has the grounds and mansion under a magnifying glass night and day."
Logan gave her their location and hang up. He didn't want to worry about the kid, but he did want to fuck him, tonight, shit what was wrong with him. He was acting like the Cajun was bitch in heat.
"Cher, Remy gonna get a pack o' cigarettes. Y' want anyt'ing?"
"Sure, get me a couple of cigars."
While Remy was gone Logan hopped into the shower, with any luck there'd be some hot water when Remy got back. The hot water beat over Logan's tired body, easing the tension in his muscles. It unfortunately did nothing for a rock hard cock. He'd thought that the Cajun had been putting off his charm, but Remy wasn't affected. Logan had daydreamed about him most of the day and the remaining time he worried about him. He needed to concentrate on Creed. Logan stepped out of the bath and towel dried and put on a pair of boxer and jeans.
Remy was sitting on a bed flipping cards into a pile. He sent Logan a questioning look.
"I'm going out front an have a smoke, care ta join me."
"Oui."
Logan's nipples became hard as nails in the cool night air. Remy found he had trouble tearing his eyes away. Logan turned sideways and recalled that his nipples were not the only things stiff on him.
"Shit Cajun this ain't gonna work. Yer driving me crazy."
Logan snarled.
Remy flinched.
"Cher, I'm non doing a t'ing. I swear."
"It's not ya, it me."
Logan looked straight into Remy's eyes. Logan gripped Remy's jaw and pulled him closer.
"I want ya." Then he was kissing the younger man, thrusting his tongue deep into Remy's mouth.
Remy's legs went weak and he clung to Wolvie for support. He'd been created for this; he'd been created for Logan.
"Ah Cher, y' feel so good."
Remy ran his long fingers through Logan's thick dark hair, dragging him closer.
"Think we better take this inside, Cajun."
Logan draped an arm around his waist and went into the motel.
"Remy if I ever find out yer using yer charm..."
The look he gave the Cajun, when he pronounced that, said it all.
"Mon amour, my shields are in place and have been in place from the start. I'd never trick y', just t' get y' into bed." That wounded look again.
Logan torn out of his pants and boxers then pulled Remy to the bed, letting the kid fall on top of him. Powerful hands explored a long lean muscled body while strong slender hand roamed a brawny frame covered in a dark satiny fur. Remy nibbled at Logan's lip before plummeting deep inside his mouth to make love to Logan's tongue. Wolverine moaned, running his fingers through the silky auburn hair.
Remy pulled away and grinned down at Logan.
"Je vous aime, mon coeur."
Before Logan had a chance to register the Cajun's comment, Remy was sucking the tender flesh beneath his earlobe. Remy's hard-on was pressing between Logan's thighs.
"Remy, fuck me, please."
Remy stood and stripped off his clothes, Logan watching his every move.
"Oui mon cher, tout ce que vous souhaitez."
Remy moved to the erect nipples on his chest, nipping and sucking then drawing away and blowing cool air over the ill-treated nipples. Logan's body tensed and Remy shifted lower. Logan groaned and entwined his fingers in the Cajun's lustrous hair. Remy spread Wolvie's thighs, kissing his hard shaft then caressing his firm balls. Remy licked the tight entrance, thrusting his tongue in and wiggling it around. Logan's bowed his hip toward the hot pressure.
"Mon amour, Remy need y' to turn over."
His words penetrated the lust-induced brain and Logan flipped onto his stomach. Remy knelt between his opened legs and forced them further apart. Remy fumbled with something. Logan twisted his neck to see.
"Just some cream so Remy don' cause y' any pain."
Remy wiped a finger covered with ointment across Logan's crack then he shoved that finger into the tight hole. Logan grunted in pain.
"Alright Cher?"
Logan nodded.
"Want t' wait a w'ile?"
Logan shook his head. Slowly Remy moved the finger up then down and pressed on the prostate. Logan cried out in pure pleasure. Remy inserted another finger, then another continuing the same movements. Logan was now begging for release. Remy ignored him. He reached under Logan and stroked the older man's erection. Logan howled, grabbing the Cajun's hand.
"Remy quit fucking around with me."
"But Cher, yer so fun t' fuck around wit'."
That sultry voice tore into Logan's soul.
Logan growled.
Gambit bend down and spread soft little kisses over his back.
"If y' insist, mon amour."
Remy swathed his hard-on in cream and dabbed more over Logan's rigid opening.
"Remy non gonna lie, dis will hurt, but Remy gonna t' make it feel so good afterwards." Murmured into Logan's hear.
Wolverine gasped one word. "Please."
Remy separated his cheeks and pressed his rigid shaft against the taut asshole. Gradually Remy forced the head of shaft inside. Logan roared his agony sinking deeper into the bed. Remy's honeyed voice soothed the tension from Logan's body and Remy trusted in further until he was completely embedded in the fiery heat of his lover's ass. He remained this way for a few seconds to gain a fragment of control and to allow Logan's body to adjust to the pressure and volume tearing him apart. Remy bent over to murmur into his ear. "Mon Dieu, yer so tight and hot, cher."
Gently Remy started to thrust in and out, Logan quickly found the Cajun's rhythm. Remy grasp the older man's rigid cock and pumped on it. Logan howled his bliss coating Remy's hand in creamy white cum. As Logan body convulsed the tight muscles in his ass and closed around the younger man's cock, who could no longer hold on. Remy collapsed on Logan's back scattering soft kisses on his shoulder. Gambit felt as if the shuddering would never stop. He felt completing drained.
"Ah cher, was dat good for y?" He asked in a breathless expression.
"Fuck ya Cajun, ya know it was. Now get off of me."
Remy rolled over onto his back and Logan pulled the younger man snug against his side, draping a burly leg over the kid to secure him there.
Remy stared at the brutally handsome face before him.
"Remy aren't ya tired, close those demon eyes and go ta sleep."
Remy tenderly kissed Logan's eyelids, forehead, the tip of his nose and finally his rough lips. "Si ça vous plaît, Amour."
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Logan lay under the Cajun listening to his even breathing. He didn't dare move and end this soothing, perfect moment. Logan was able to explore the kid's body, inhaling the unique male scent and enjoying the crush of his lean form. He didn't know if he would be able to let Remy go when they returned to the mansion, the kid thought he loved him now, but in a couple of weeks... He wasn't the easiest person to live with. And the kid was flaky; he brought a different partner home every night of the week. How would he commit only to him, it would never happen. Remy stirred and Logan slipped out from under him.
"Ya got five minutes to shower, Cajun."
Remy was instantly on his feet.
"Cher, do y' want to wash Remy's back?"
That damn sensual grin again.
"Remy can scrub yer back, too."
Logan followed him into the bathroom.
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They had been on the road for a couple of hours, it was well past noon and still no sign of Sabretooth. They pulled into a roadside market and shut off their engines. "He steering us in the same direction, got any idea where it leads?"
"Non."
They picked up a couple of sandwiches and were back on the road in five minutes. Both were deep in their own thought when they hit black ice. This was the wrong time of year for ice. Trying to control the bikes was like walking on a frozen lake. Metal screamed as it made contact with the highway. Bodies separated from machines ending up in one pile. As soon as they stopped Logan crawled to Remy's side, petting the auburn hair.
"Remy ya alright?"
"Oui, just a littl' shaken. What about y', homme?"
"Fine, lets get movin."
"Ah, Sabretooth told me you two had formed quite an attachment. I see he was right."
Sinister stared at the pair.
"Come along LeBeau it's time to go home."
"Don't worry Wolverine I haven't forgotten you. Sabretooth well stay with you. He has a score to settle."
Remy charged a card and flung to into Essex's face. Trying to rise and reach Logan.
"That is enough." Sinister wrapped an arm around Remy's waist and carried him off.
Creed grabbed Wolverine by the scruff of the neck and raised him to eye level. "Time to party, runt."

 

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