Remy had been plastered against Wolverine for what seemed an eternity,
never growing tired of babbling and strolling along. Logan secretly cursed
the Cajun's stamina. When would the kid ever get tired?
But his torments were not about to end soon, Logan realized as the
young thief headed towards a massive wooden door,beautifully encircled
with flowers, enthusiastically dragging his unnerved lover with him.
A muscular built security guy held the door open, gesturing them in.
Before Wolverine had the chance to tell the kid he wasn't exactly fond
of the idea of challenging his healing factor to overcome suffocating in
a packed club, Remy had already plunged into the mass of dancing, sweating
bodies. Wolverine gritted his teeth.
“That kid certainly doesn't know how to behave himself!” he muttered
as he pushed his way through the partying crowd, once again forced to chase
a certain high spirited thief.
It wasn't exactly hard to find the Cajun though. As Logan couldn't
see him on the dance floor, there was only one safe bet left. The club
held three bars and Remy was sure to be found at one of them!
Wolverine grinned as he finally spotted the Cajun, who was talking
with a pretty dark haired woman. Giggling and fluttering her long lashes,
she was obviously enthralled with Remy.
Logan could tell the Cajun enjoyed the situation at full length. He
felt a sudden sting of jealousy as he walked over to the bar as well. As
politely as he could manage, Wolverine addressed the dark haired beauty.
“'scuse me, M'am, but I lost something and it seems y've found it!”
Looking up at the Cajun's surprised face, Logan tangled his fingers
in Remy's reddish mane, pulled his head down and claimed his boy's sweet
mouth with an eager kiss. Remy's tongue met his passionately and Logan
knew the wicked Cajun had purposefully made him jealous. Letting the kid
suck on his tongue, Wolverine swore he would get his revenge for it.
As he let go of Remy's lips, he saw the woman staring at them in shock
and disbelieve. Aware of the awkward picture she must be to behold, she
cleared her throat.
“Sorry- I had no idea you were gay, folks!” she snapped and off she
was. Remy started laughing.
“Mon Dieu, de femme's right! Funny, Remy never thought of it dat way!”
Logan smirked.
“Remy doesn't seem to think so much at all lately! Hell, kiddo what
are ya up to, ya think I'm yer yo yo?”
The young thief laughed even harder.
“Ah, cher, you'd be really mad at Remy if you knew he even kissed dat
femme before you showed up! Let her taste some Wolverine, eh?”
Being reminded so naughtily of the breathtaking blowjob Remy had treated
him with earlier that night burned like fire in Logan's crotch. His eyes
darkened with desire as he grabbed the chuckling kid's wrist.
“That's it, Cajun! I told ya what I'd do if ya don't behave yerself!
I warned ya about yer flirting,didn't I?” Remy looked at him puzzled.
Had he gone to far? He gave his eyes a pleading look.
At that, Wolverine squeezed the thief's tender wrist even more. Remy
winced as the older mutant leaned in closer, hissing in the thief's ear
over the loud music.
“Ya really know how to piss me of, kiddo! Party's over fer today! That
drink yers?”
The Cajun nodded.
“Better finish it real soon, boy!” Remy held his lover's gaze. For
the first time in ages, Wolverine saw something like pride flickering in
the disturbing fire and coal eyes as the young mutant lifted his glass
and emptied it in one quick draft.
“Now Remy's finished- so take him home s'il te plait!”
Turning on his heel, Wolverine dragged the Cajun to the exit. He never
loosened his firm hold on Remy's frail wrist and even though he reminded
himself not to hurt the kid really, he knew his hands were going to leave
the delicate flesh bruised. But wasn't the Cajun teasing him into being
- well- possessive at least, dominant at best? Wolverine loved Remy's natural
pride and elegance; no whatsoever harsh situation in Remy's past had been
able to deprive those virtues from his pretty thief. How hot it would be
to tame such a gorgeous creature!
Wolverine felt his cock grow harder and harder as they hurried back
to their hotel.
~~~~~~~
Waiting for Logan to unlock the door, Remy leaned back at the wall.
He couldn't help chuckling at the oddity of their situation. But a fierce
glance from Wolverine shut him up at once.
“Having fun, Cajun?” Being shoved into their room, Remy couldn't come
up with anything witty. He felt like his little game of teasing the older
mutant was on the edge of getting out of control.
“Cher, Remy's just been playful, thought you'd like dat, so sorry,
me!” he purred as he lay down on the bed seductively. Wolverine still held
his place close to the door.
“Playful alley cats might need some training, don't ya think, Rems?”
Why was the Canadian so cold with him? If this was still a game, Remy
didn't enjoy it at all.
“Logan-” the thief's voice was scarcely more then a whisper.
“Remy didn't want to upset you so much! Wanna please you, cher! Only
want to make you feel bien, cher! Remy thought you might enjoy playing
games?”
Slowly, Logan walked up to the bed.
“I love games, alley cat. But I play them by my own rules! Take yer
clothes off, kid!”
Confused, but taken in by the idea of upcoming sex, Remy rose and obeyed.
The only bad thing was his empathy. Again! He received so many strong and
mixed emotions from his lover, it almost made him dizzy.
There was lust, real affection, cruelty, protectiveness and possessiveness.
All of them strangely intertwined. Painful memories rushed through the
Cajun's mind. He grew pale.
“Hell, Rems, yer so beautiful!” Logan whispered in his ear, biting
the lobe. He was leaning against the Cajun's back. He didn't dare to pull
the thief any closer, afraid of coming in his pants right there and then
if the friction would get too intense.
If Remy was sexy when dressed, he was boiling hot when naked.
“Mais Logan- cher- just want you to have a good time! Want me to suck
you off again? I'd love to!
You're confusing poor Remy - all dose emotions- can't sort dem out,
me! Tell me what to do cher!”
Wolverine turned his lover around to look at him. His desire cooled
down immediately at seeing the desperate expression on Remy's far too pale
face. Lovingly, he caught the trembling kid in his arms.
“Hush alley cat, hush! It's alright. Do I scare ya, kid? I told ya,
whenever I do anything that spooks ya, ya just tell me to stop, remember?”
Remy nodded, biting his lower lip.
“Sorry if I was too rude. I didn't mean to hurt ya in any way!” Wolverine
slowly ran his fingers over the Cajun's sharp cheekbone.
“Non, cher, Remy's just a bit confused. I trust you, Logan! You would
never treat me like Scott did, Remy know dat!” The last words were hardly
audible. Logan's eyes darkened with anger at the mere mention of the X-men's
team leader.
“I'd never thought Slim could be that fucked up!”
Remy looked at Logan miserably.
“No, it wasn't Scott's fault really. It's Remy's empathy. M' shields
are still too weak to keep it in control. Gets people carried away easily!”
“But ya looked scared and hurt when I found ya, Rems! It's not yer
fault if forcing ya into sex got Scott
off! “
At that, Remy broke free from their embrace and rushed outside on the
balcony. Wolverine followed the young mutant.
“Rems, don't run away like that! Ya should talk with me about it, I'm
sure that will help ya feel better.”
Remy turned around and shot his lover an angry glance.
“Logan, you have no idea! I felt Scott getting horny and it turned
me on as well! But at the same time dere was all dat hate and I felt so
cold. Such a mess, cher! And-” Remy's demonic eyes started to water.
“- and – Scott was right. He could 'ave never raped me. Dat's impossible,
cause I'd have enjoyed myself even though I'd have suffered at de same
time. Hate myself so much for dat, me. Was the same when Remy was younger
and didn' know how to control de powers I developed either. De empathy
was always a curse, I came when de johns came, made people go mad about
Remy!” By now, tears ran down the young mutant's face.
“Had its blessings, too. Made Remy de most popular whore of whole Bourbon
Street at some point!”
Never before had Wolverine heard the Cajun's voice sound so bitter.
He reached out to touch his lover's tear stroked face, but Remy didn't
allow it.
Logan had always thought his past hadn't left many kind feelings inside
him. But his compassion for the suffering being in front of him, and his
urge to provide some comfort were so intense they proved his theory wrong.
“Rems, I know what it feels like to hate one's abilities. Let's go
back to the mansion after this trip and ask Xavier fer help! And as fer
me, I don' know much about empaths really, but I like it that yer so sensitive
and sensual. That's a real gift, no curse, Remy! And now listen, kiddo:
If Scott had carried out what he was up too, of course it'd have been rape.
Even if ya'd come five times in a row while he'd been at it! As far as
I know ya never gave him permission to make out with ya, and yer empathy
is no flamin` excuse fer his abuse! So will ya please stop blaming yerself
and come back inside, Rems? I don't wanna share ya with the whole neighborhood!”
The crimson eyes locked with Logan's.
“Cher- when you dragged Remy away from dat club and made me undress-
when you acted so cold with me- I sensed you were turned on! You're kinda
into pain and obedience, Remy's right?”
Bull's-eye! Wolverine let out a sigh. There was no use in talking his
way out of this.
“Well- yeah, kiddo, I am. Do I spook ya now, Rems?”
The Cajun remained silent for what seemed an eternity to Wolverine.
He just stood there, wrapping his arms around his lanky body, eyes fixed
on the glittering skyline of the city. Finally, Remy looked back at the
Canadian, taking his rough hand into his own.
“Mais non, cher! Remy knows lotsa people like dat stuff. Not Remy,
though!”
The Cajun's voice was ever so soft as he pulled his lover back into
the room with him.
They both sat down on the bed, there intertwined fingers the only physical
contact between them.
Wolverine cleared his throat.
“Have ya ever tried it then, Rems?”
The young thief nodded. He didn't dare to meet the older mutant's gaze;
his voice sounded strangely emotionless as he spoke.
“Once, two johns made me serve dem for a few days, did all kinda things
t'me. I begged dem to let me go, but dey wouldn't. Dey-dey- tied me up,
gagged me, whipped me-”
Remy blushed, betraying his monotonous voice.
“- dey made me come so hard, no wonder dey thought Remy was enjoyin'
de show. I guess I did in a way!”
Wolverine carefully put an arm around the younger man's shoulder.
“How old were ya when that happened?”
“Don't know- fourteen mebbe? Wanted so bad t' buy a present for a girl
I was into! She despised Remy for bein' a thief, so I wanted to prove I
could as well earn money and buy somethin' like all de others do. Tried
to get the money de only way I knew apart from stealin'-”
Christ! Why had life been such a bitch for the kid so far? It was beyond
being unfair! Logan gently squeezed his lover's hand.
“It hurt so bad I thought I'd die, cher! Dey didn't give a shit 'bout
me, didn' prepare me or anythin'- could have dealt with the fucking, me,
but all dose- dose- punishments as well! Couldn't fight dem! My abilities
weren't fully developed then- de charging appeared later- so I just had
to endure it till dey got tired of Remy. Dey didn't leave me any money
neither. Had to hide from mon père afterwards- didn' want to make
Jean-Luc sad!”
Wolverine caught his breath. He let go of the Cajun as if he had been
burnt. And he had tried to interest the poor kid in some SM games!
“Shit, Rems, I'm sorry- ya must be disgusted by me now!”
“Non! If it's consensual, it's somethin' different- might be fun even!
At least I can imagine it dat way- de empathy made me come when de johns
whipped me- made me fly with every single welt dey left on my body- Remy
understands it can be a turn on!”
Crestfallen, Logan knelt down in front of his young lover. Was there
anything in the world the kind heart of the empath wouldn't have understanding
for? He felt so sorry for all the harshness Remy had to endure in his young
life.
The Cajun reached out to stroke Wolverine's thick hair.
“Don't cha be so sad, Logan! Remy wants you to be happy with him! Dis
happened long ago, Remy's fine now- with you! Cher-? ” he leaned in closer
to leave a gentle kiss on the older mutant's lips.
“Wanna make love to me now? I want you so badly, ever since you came
to de boathouse- visiting Remy at night...”
Wolverine looked up into the beautiful crimson eyes- all he could see
was trust and sincerity.
“But kiddo- do ya trust me enough? I mean- after all ya suffered- doesn't
look like I'm the best person ya could choose as a lover, huh?”
“I really don't know anyone in de world I'd trust more than you!” Saying
so, Remy lay down on the bed, pulling his lover on top of his naked body.
Logan gasped, overwhelmed by the Cajun's words as well as by the erotic
sensation of having that beautiful body trapped beneath his own. Ever so
careful, he kissed his young lover.
“Rems- I'm not the best when it comes to stayin' in control. I might
get feral. It's such a shame- but maybe I'd better leave my hands of ya,
kid!” Remy shot him a confused glance.
“Are you disappointed with me 'cause Remy's not into dat obedience
thing? Can try dat still, cher!”
“No, kid, we won't! Don't worry about that stuff, I can think of a
million other ways to enjoy myself with ya! I'm just- worried about ya!”
After all, Logan wasn't so sure if their different tastes wouldn't
turn out to be a problem one day- but for now, all he wanted was that hot,
shimmering flesh pressing against him without taking the kid brutally -
it was so damn hard to keep the beast inside him in control! He was scared-
scared to hurt his Cajun.
“Oh- you don' want Remy?”
Logan almost had to laugh at the oddity of Remy's question.
“Hell, kid, I want ya badly! Can't ya feel that?”
The red on black eyes were glowing passionately.
“Guess so! But if you want me cher, do it! Fuck me! Remy's yours, n'est-ce
pas? The Wolverine should take what's his, eh?”
That was more than Logan could bear. He got rid of his clothes in record
time, only to pin the Cajun down on the bed again, holding the frail wrists
in place. Never before had he been so turned on and at the same time so
cautious to be tender with a lover.
The Canadian hadn't been with men often during his long life; and the
few times he had were mostly short and eager sexual encounters. Making
love to Remy now was something completely different.
Rushing into his life, the Cajun had awakened feelings in Logan which
he thought had died with Mariko a long time ago. He felt protective for
the frail form beneath him, would have killed anyone who tried to harm
the Cajun without the blink of an eye, but at the same time he was so damn
eager to bury himself in the thief's body! Remy's alien eyes widened in
pleasure as Logan's hand started exploring every inch of his body for the
first time. As he kissed his way down the pale throat – not without leaving
some love bites in the delicate flesh- the Cajun started purring and squirming
under him. Now that was responsive!
Logan smiled to himself as he made the thief moan from softly biting
one of his nipple. Remy's legs seemed to have a life of their own by now,
he rubbed them eagerly over Wolverine's ass and thighs, wrapping them around
his lover like some kind of giant snake. Logan groaned out loud- it was
just so tempting how the boy was opening himself up to him! Finally, Remy
locked his ankles behind the older mutant's waist, pulling him closer,
moving to position Logan's cock at his needy entrance.
“No, kiddo, wait!” Wolverine gasped.
“Mais non, mon coeur, Remy wants y' to take him!”
The Canadian caught Remy's long legs and gently placed them back on
the bed. He took the thief's beautiful face in his hands and pressed his
lips against Remy's.
“You'll get what ya want soon enough, alley cat! Let's stay on the
edge a bit longer, hm?”
The demonic eyes looked saddened.
“Je suis desolé, cher! Remy's not used to take so much time
in making love!”
“No problem, alley cat, I'll show ya how to enjoy it all nice and slowly!
I want it to be special when we do it fer the first time- no quick fuck!
Wanna explore ya, wanna conquer ya, kiddo!”
Remy didn't dare to move beneath his lover. Who was he to deserve the
love of such a wonderful man? He would do whatever Logan wanted! He would
try to be patient, even though his cock already was so hard it almost hurt.
“Close yer eyes fer me, Rems!” Remy did as he was told. Slowly, Logan
licked his way down the kid's sweating body. With a cry loud enough to
waken the entire hotel, Remy arched his back as he felt his lover's lips
touch the throbbing head of his cock. A clever tongue thrust gently into
the slit, again and again, licking away every single drop of pre-cum. It
was quite a task to keep the squirming Cajun in place. Wolverine could
have listened to Remy's agonized cries all day long. The boy was a hell
of a screamer and Logan didn't dare imagine what sounds Remy would make
once he would be actually fucked.
Wolverine relaxed his throat and took the boy's rock hard dick as deep
in his mouth as he could manage. He wasn't that experienced in giving head,
and really lousy at it compared to Remy, but he hoped to please the young
Cajun nevertheless. As he started to suck his lover off at a nice slow
pace, Logan was rewarded with the sweetest begging sounds he had ever heard
in his life- Remy's purring in that intoxicating mixture of French and
English went straight to his cock.
The Cajun squirmed on the bed, clutching the sheets- he was not used
to being the recipient of such favors and as hard as he tried, he didn't
manage to last long. Thrusting forward in that hot mouth, he shot his seed
deep down his lovers throat. Panting, Logan let the now limp member slid
from his lips- he really would need some practice at giving head, but nevertheless,
a look at the exhausted Cajun reassured him that he had performed well
enough.
He lay down next to his lover and gently kissed Remy's temples. The
alien eyes flew open.
“Oh cher- merci! Dat was so wonderful!” enthusiastically, Remy kissed
the older mutant, tasting himself in Logan's mouth.
“Now you lie back cher!” Logan found himself pushed on his back, with
a cat like Cajun biting and licking every inch of his skin, eagerly taking
his painfully erect cock in his sweet mouth. Wolverine groaned as the thief
swallowed him down full length. He watched the shimmering auburn head going
down on him and knew he couldn't wait a second longer.
“Rems, stop it!” He pulled away from his lover. The Cajun looked at
him startled, a bit of pre-cum glittering on his chin. It drove Logan near
getting feral. How could a person look so damn fuckable?
He shoved the pretty boy down on the bed, grabbing Remy's delicate
ankles. Remy's mind was hazed with lust and excitement. Seeing Logan's
eyes glittering in what almost seemed a shade of orange, his heart missed
some beats. Was his lover getting feral? What would happen if the Wolverine
inside him would take the upper hand? Would he seriously hurt whom he considered
his mate? Remy shivered, but as he opened himself up to the older mutant's
feelings, waves of lust mingled with honest concern about him rushed through
the empaths veins.
This wasn't the feral Wolverine. This was Logan and he cared deeply
for the young Cajun! Remy sighed in relief and pleasure as he saw the naughty
smile on his lover's face.
Placing Remy's legs on his shoulders, Logan caught his breath at the
sensual sight his boy was to see:
Wild auburn bangs hiding his handsome face partially, lips contorted
with desire, parting to purr his name, legs spreading wantonly, hips bucking
up, revealing the tight opening. With a groan, he reached out to stroke
Remy's once again hardened, leaking cock in a slow torturing rhythm.
“Mais oui cher, please make me y'rs now! Need y' inside me!” Remy's
feverish rambling was already becoming an addiction for Wolverine, he realized
as he coated his fingers with the boys pre-cum, gently placing a finger
on Remy's puckered entrance.
“Is that okay, alley cat? Are ya ready for it?” Wolverine asked breathlessly.
A long ecstatic moan was his answer.
“Awww- Logan, don't tease me, cher!”
Thus encouraged, he pushed forward into Remy's hot passage. Even though
the kid must had been fucked countless times despite his youth, he was
still so tight that Logan's fear of hurting his lover grew even stronger.
But again, Remy's reaction spoke of nothing than boundless pleasure.
“Oh cher, baise-moi, I crave you, je veux être tout à
toi!” the Cajun stammered, eyes hooded with passion.
Logan carefully entered a second finger, scissoring them inside his
lover's body, stretching Remy open for what was to come. The younger mutant
cried out in pleasure as Wolverine established a slow, torturing rhythm
in finger fucking his boy.
“My beautiful French brat!”Chuckling, Logan placed a kiss on the tip
of the Cajun's nose.
“What am I gonna do with ya? The way ya scream, people will think I
kill ya in here! Open those demon eyes of yers, Rems!” he murmured lovingly.
The crimson eyes flew open and Wolverine sensed Remy's lust as the
Cajun's empathy reached out for him. It was the most erotic feeling Logan
had ever experienced.
“Darn, kiddo, yer such a gorgeous creature! Are ya ready fer me, love?”
he stammered as his hard on begged for release.
“I'm all yours cher!” Remy whispered, arching his back invitingly.
As gently as he could manage in his excitement, Logan replaced his
fingers with his throbbing cock. He bit his lower lip as he tried to stay
in control. He was decided to give Remy some time to adjust himself to
the size of his shaft. But with a rash thrust from his hips, the young
thief impaled himself on his lover's cock, almost sending Logan over the
edge right there and then.
“Hell, Rems, what are ya doing?” Wolverine gasped as he watched his
young lover fuck himself on his stiff member. He had always known the Cajun
to be flexible, but never would he have thought to witness the whole amount
of that ability in such a delicate situation.
The mere sight of Remy's frantic, the sound of his screams of pain
and pleasure ragged on Logan's nerves. He had to keep the animal inside
him in control, but how to do that with such a hell of a lover?
With a deep growl he drew away from the Cajun's squirming body.
“On yer hands and knees now, kid, and this time ya let me set the pace,
got it?” he instructed.
Obeying, Remy displayed himself to his lover, he saw stars sparkling
in his eyes as Logan made him take him in all at once.
With the empaths desire and pain washing over him, Wolverine forgot
all he had intended about being gentle with Remy. He fucked his boy hard,
thrusting again and again into the beautiful willing body.
His fingers left the Cajun's hips bruised as they snaked forward to
caress Remy's balls and dick. Establishing a fast rhythm, Logan drove Remy
into a frantic orgasm. As the boy's muscles clenched his cock tightly,
Wolverine came hard, burying his seed deep inside his lover's shivering
body.
“Fuck, Remy!” he yelped as he collapsed on the Cajun's back. Panting,
Logan slowly withdrew from his lover. He carefully made Remy lie down on
his side, immediately spooning with the young mutant.
Fatigued, he nuzzled the Cajun's salty neck.
“Oh my god, alley cat, that was amazing! Yer so sweet, so responsive
– so flamin' sexy! Sorry, I just couldn't manage to be as gentle with ya
as I wanted too!” he felt a little guilty for getting carried away like
that.
“Dat's just fine, cher, y' don't have to be so careful wit' me- no
need to be gentle wit' a slut!” Remy mumbled sleepily.
Determinately, the Canadian, rolled his lover on his back. The crimson
eyes looked at him in surprise.
“Rems, I'm gonna repeat that again and again until ya get it: Yer no
slut!”
Remy's face was still flushed from having sex and Wolverine thought
he had never seen anything as beautiful as the boy beneath him.
“But cher, we can' erase Remy's past!” the Cajun whispered crestfallen.
Wolverine tenderly kissed his lover.
“The past is gone, Remy. I'm interested in today. And fer now, I'm
in love, exhausted after the greatest fuck I ever had, and glad to hold
ya close! Ya kinda were my virgin tonight, ya now that, alley cat?”
Remy chuckled, even though his eyes had filled with tears. Logan's
love for him was so pure, so selfless- he silently thanked his empathy
for letting him experience its full amount.
“A very willin' virgin, den, cher!” he teased.
Wolverine laughed as he shifted his position, so that Remy could rest
his head against his broad chest.
As he playfully tugged at the thick hair covering Logan's muscular
abdomen, Remy's eyes started to sparkle mischievously.
“Cher, you left Remy some marks to remind me of whom I belong to, eh?”
“Sorry, kiddo- got a bit carried away... some of the bruises look kinda
nasty, do they hurt?” Logan let his eyes wander over the Cajun's body,
secretly scolding himself for his ecstatic bites.
Remy smiled against his lover's chest.
“Dey hurt only a bit, cher. But it's a nice feeling -wearing your marks!”
“I'll buy some ointment fer ya tomorrow, alley cat!” Wolverine promised
guiltily.
“Mmm- mebbe next time, Remy'll mark you as well?” The Cajun lifted
his head up to catch his lover's gaze.
“I'd like ya to, Gumbo- but they wouldn't last long on my skin - healing
factor, remember?” Logan smirked at the young thief. As Remy's dexterous
fingers found their way between his legs, Logan moaned in pleasure. He
was getting hard again already!
“Woah, cher? Dat's also due to your healing factor?”
“Ya can count on it boy!” The older mutant hissed as he tangled his
fingers in the Cajun's auburn mane.
“Dieu, dat will be quite a challenge for your alley cat, cher!” Remy
purred seductively.
“Na, kiddo, ya gonna sleep now. We're going to the ocean tomorrow,
right? We'll have plenty of time to test my healing factor there, what'
cha think, alley cat?”
“Love you, cher!” Remy sounded already half asleep.
Logan smiled and placed a kiss on Remy's head.
“Love ya too, Rems!”
Tbc