The X-mansion was as still as the one in the Christmas poem
this early in the morning, the younger members long asleep
and the adults only recently gone.  Dawn was a few hours
away and with it the squealing of happy kids with their new
gadgets and gizmos.  However, there was still one more gift
to be delivered before Christmas morning dawned.

The silent slide of a lock being disconnected and the swoosh
of a door opening did not wake the form sound asleep on the
bed.  Not even when sheets were lifted off and another body
slid in next to him did Remy stir from his sleep.  It was
only when a hard, male mouth covered his that those haunting
red eyes snapped open.

"And on the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to
me, twelve bone-melting orgasms," Logan purred, nudging the
impressive length of his erect cock against Remy's hip.

"_Logan_?!"

He had to be asleep, dreaming! It was impossible that
Wolverine, the most incredibly - deliciously - masculine man
he'd ever met, wanted _him_.

"You... I..." the Cajun stuttered, blinking. Finally
deciding that if Logan had kissed him, kissing him back had
to be acceptable, Remy leaned in to give Wolverine a kiss
that used every ounce of sensual skill he'd ever learned.

Long, breathless moments later, Logan pulled back and licked
his lips hungrily, panting.  "Y'seem surprised t'see me
here, Gumbo.  Expecting someone else, were ya?  McCoy maybe?
Didn't know ya had a thing for blue fur, or I woulda made
sure the cuffs were lined with some."

A momentary mental image of the sweet but _blue-furred_ man
had Gambit doubled over with laughter. "Non, Remy don't got
a t'ing for Hank," he finally gasped out. "Just never
figured _you_ for bein' interested in Remy." He moved
closer. "Not complainin' dough."

"I sure as hell hope not since I wanna see you with each and
every one of those gifts on you or in you at one point or
another.  Just not tonight. Still got the final present ta
give ya, don't I?  Twelve bone-melting orgasms," Logan
purred before licking his way down Remy's chest and going
down on the Cajun's cock like someone starved for meat.

Remy's back arched like a strung bow, and he yowled like a
cat in heat when Logan's voracious mouth latched onto him.
_Sweet Lord, he's done this before!_ His fingers clenched in
the bedding to prevent himself from ripping Logan's hair out
in clumps. After the anticipation of the last twelve days,
it took only a short time with that talented mouth on him
for him to cry out as he came.

"Dat one," he panted, grinning wickedly.

"Countin' now, are we?" Logan chuckled, his voice huskier
than usual.  "So where'd ya stash the lube, Gumbo, that's
one thing you _are_ goin' ta be needin' tonight," the older
mutant purred.

Grabbing the first bottle he could after Remy had opened the
night table drawer to reveal his eleven other gifts,
Wolverine unsheathed a claw and summarily relieved the
younger man of his sleep pants, enjoying the way Gambit
quivered as the adamantium touched his flesh.

Getting an idea, Logan returned to the drawer and rummaged
around until he found what he wanted.  Unfastening the
buckle, he slid the thin leather collar around his lover's
throat and buckled it so that it was tight enough to make
its presence constantly known but loose enough not to
constrict. "Yer mine now, Gumbo," Logan growled softly.
"When we wake up again, I'll have the tag engraved as it
should be: Logan's pet."

"Remy nobody's pet!" the other mutant growled, half pulling
away. "Not gonna be some toy for you to play wit' whenever
you want!" Much as he wanted Logan, no way was Gambit going
to make himself into some kind of submissive non-entity.

"My pet, my partner, my lover, my love, my other half, my
friend, my heart, my soul, my angel, my devil, my saint, my
sinner, my _everything_," Logan replied quietly, his heart
visible in his eyes.  "I don't want a slave, I don't want a
toy - I want a partner and a lover.  Someone I can play
with.  Someone who'll play with me.  In other words, I want
you and no other."

Eyes wide and jaw slack, Remy stared at the other man. "Oh."
He blinked a few times, not knowing what to say, then smiled
slowly. "Well, you gotta give dis Cajun some time to get up
to speed, cher. Didn't let myself hope it was you. But
Remy's glad it was." He kissed Logan hungrily, then leaned
back to smile at him.

"Remy not going to be very scary to d'bad guys wearin' a tag
dat says pet. How 'bout just 'Logan's'?"

"'Logan's'.  Has a catchy ring, I like it," Logan grinned,
tweaking the younger man's nipple playfully.  "I'll just
call ya pet in the bedroom, when I'm buried balls deep
inside ya, fuckin' ya senseless, how about that?" the other
man continued, bringing Remy's hand down and wrapping it
around his erection.  "So, ya think ya can take me,
darlin'?" Logan continued, reaching for the bottle of lube,
"Then get me wet for ya."

Remy eagerly took the lube from his lover, hungry to have
Logan inside him. He sat up, pushing the covers down so he
could see the other man, and his eyes widened when he saw
just how well endowed the other mutant really was. "Quel
homme!" Even more anxious, if that was possible, he
hurriedly slicked Logan, then eyed him. "Dat mean you gonna
get _me_ ready?" he purred.

"In a manner of speakin'" Logan laughed, flipping the other
man onto his stomach and raising his ass in the air.
Spreading Remy's cheeks, Logan dove in and began lick and
rim his lover hungrily, using a lifetime's worth of
experience to drive his lover out of his mind and perhaps
get Remy to orgasm just from having Logan's tongue buried in
his ass.

Muffled wails were Remy's response to the mind-blowing
pleasure of Logan rimming him, muffled only because he had a
wrist shoved into his mouth to prevent the entire mansion
from hearing him. He'd thought Logan'd been exaggerating
with his talk of twelve orgasms, but considering that he
hadn't even come yet and Remy was already trembling on the
brink of the second... well, he was going to be one drained
Cajun the next day!

Logan drove his tongue deeper, driving Remy higher and
higher until the Cajun crashed over the edge of climax and,
when the young man was still trembling in reaction, scythed
into his tight wet heat, drawing Remy back against his chest
so that he was straddling Logan's lap.

"Didja ever stop to wonder just what a mutant healing factor
means when havin' sex?" he purred into his lover's ear,
nipping at it then blowing softly.   "It means ya got
yerself a real life energizer Wolverine - I just keep
fuckin' and fuckin' and fuckin' no matter how many times I
come," he continued with a low chuckle.  "Still wanna keep
me around?" he asked, thrusting upwards slightly, letting
Remy feel the thick length of Logan shift and move inside
him.

A tiny whimper escaped the other man, and he leaned back
against Logan, his hands clutching at Wolverine's heavy
thighs. "Mon Dieu, you gonna kill dis Cajun wit' pleasure,"
he moaned. "You gonna have ta do d'work dis time, cher; you
wore Remy out!" Despite his words, his inner muscles were
rippling and clenching at the shaft impaling him.

"Darlin', this ain't nothin' compared t'how yer gonna be
come mornin'," Logan replied, voice full of dark promise, as
he began to thrust lazily, controlling his hunger for the
moment.  This first time when Remy was still adjusting to
his width and his length, he'd go easy on his pet.  But
after Remy was used to the ride... Logan growled hungrily,
his teeth snapping near Gambit's ear, reminding the younger
man that there was a feral man-beast trapped just beneath
the surface.

***

The sky outside Remy's window gradually began to get lighter
and lighter.  When dawn finally broke the horizon, the young
man was clutching desperately at his headboard, face pressed
into the pillows, his hair in disarray, sweat pouring off
his body and his eyes flashing wildly.  Behind him, Logan
slammed into his body over and over, his hand wrapped around
Remy's cock, milking it for one last, weak orgasm, the
twelfth one of the night.

The room reeked of sweat and sex and lubricant and Remy's
pheromones, and Logan was in heat.  His mate, his to claim
and mark and take and taste whenever and as often as he
could.  Bending, Logan nipped once more at Remy's shoulder,
adding yet another lovebite to the dozens already peppered
over the Cajun's back. Had it not been for Logan's healing
factor, he too would have been covered with bite marks and
scratches along his back, Remy having drawn blood on at
least four separate occasions in his own passion to claim
Logan as his mate.

"Tell me again, who do ya belong too, Remy, lemme hear you
scream it when ya come."

His body spasming yet again, Remy did scream Logan's name as
he came, shuddering with a sensation that was almost more
pain than pleasure. He would never have believed he could
come this many times in only a few hours, but Logan's
healing factor did let him go forever, and he dragged his
partner along with him. Not that Remy was complaining, no
sir!

Weak and exhausted, he collapsed forward, facedown in the
pillows. "Remy done, cher," he panted. "You want more, you
gonna have to do it wit'out me."

Logan chuckled and gently rolled the spent, satiated, and
totally wrecked man onto his back.  Gone was the always
stylish dandy who never had a hair out of place and looked
like he'd just stepped out of GQ.  Instead Remy looked like
a wanton, reeked like a whore, and had never looked more
beautiful to Logan's jaded eyes.

Lowering his head, the Canadian began to lick his way from
Remy's neck down to his totally spent cock, cleaning his
lover with his tongue before levering himself off the bed.
"I'll be right back, darlin', I promise," he husked, padding
into the bathroom and running Remy a jacuzzi bath complete
with oil and bubbles.

Coming back to the bed, he picked his mate up and, returning
to the bathroom, deposited the younger man into the tub.
"You soak an' I'll change the sheets and leave a message for
Charlie t'start the festivities without us, then come back
an' join ya."

***

Later, both men scrubbed clean and tucked under the covers,
Remy in the older man's arms and against his chest, Logan
kissed the top of his lover's head.  "Merry Christmas,
darlin', just wait 'til you see what I've got planned for
_next_ year."
 

END

***

And for those who want to know what Remy got:

On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
12 bone melting orgasms
11 flavored lubricants
10 anal beads
9 vibrators vibrating
8 bottles of body paint (chocolate)
7 leather collars (with a leash)
6 cans of honey dust (with the duster of course)
5 velvet floggers
4 sets of handcuffs
3 french ticklers
2 nipple clamps
And a cock ring

***

~ Merry Christmas from Angel & Ori! ~