Chapter 9
Crazy

-one month later-

Logan studied his obviously insane mate with a mixture of worry and
aggravation while coming to a definite conclusion. A bored Remy LeBeau was a
*dangerous* Remy LeBeau. Make that a *cranky*, *homesick*, *pouty* and
*crazy* dangerous Remy LeBeau.

For the past several months, his beloved had been trapped in a forest
wilderness, light years from all of the amusements and distractions that he
adored so much. Granted, Logan missed certain things as well, but all in all,
he was much more adaptive to a wild primitive environment.

Remy, on the other hand, craved his missing nightclubs and bars, his
cigarettes and bourbon, his motorcycle and his music. He missed picking
locks, breaking into advanced security systems and hacking into protected
computer databases. He missed flirting with everyone he met and his
competitive prank-pulling with Bobby Drake. Although, Logan was willing to
bet money that Cyclops, the usual victim in a Gambit and Iceman Joke-War, was
probably glad for the respite.

No, Logan's beautiful social butterfly had been forced to wear rags and fur,
hunt animals and harvest fruits, nuts and roots while limiting his chitchat
to Logan himself. And even at the best of times, Logan knew he wasn't a great
conversationalist. At the worst of times, Logan didn't even recognize human
speech as a form of communication.

At first, Remy was too injured to worry about anything beyond getting better.
Then he was kept busy learning about his new world, not to mention the
deepening of trust and friendship into lust and love. However, that was not
enough to keep Remy's complex mind occupied for long. Logan found the forest
endlessly fascinating, even to the point where it's lure threatened his very
humanity. Remy, on the other hand, was slowly but surely going out of his
mind with boredom.

And he was cheerfully taking Logan along for the ride.

The weather lately had only been acerbating the problem. Cold and wet,
outside activities were limited to the bare necessities, forcing both of them
to take shelter inside of their small rocky cave. This wasn't that big of a
problem for Logan, however, it was a lot harder on Remy.

They had played with Remy's single deck of cards until the ink had
practically been worn off. They had talked about everything and anything;
from Remy's painful and traumatic childhood to Logan's sketchy and fragmented
memories of the Weapon-X Project. They shared their hopes and dreams, their
desires and fears. And to lighten the mood, they had sung every song that
either of them could remember all the words to. And still, Remy was bored.

In fact, Remy was currently pacing around Logan in an endless circle,
juggling four of the walnut type nuts that he used as weapons and lecturing
Logan on the proper way to prepare crawdads. In full detail. Informative, yet
also highly annoying after four hours of nonstop babble. Logan found himself
grinding his teeth.

"Remy."

As if Logan hadn't spoken at all, his mate continued to pace in his endless
circles, an unending flow of patois pouring from his lips as he denounced the
evils of walking away from "the sauce" while it was cooking.

"Gumbo. Stop. Ya making me dizzy."

Once again, Logan's voice wasn't enough to break through Remy's self induced
trancelike state of pacing and juggling and babbling. Logan was sure that his
mate could actually *smell* the food he was describing in such rich detail.
Memory was an odd thing. Some things disappeared forever, and others were
available for complete surround-sense experience whenever you pulled them up
for review.

"Come on, Cajun. Just... sit down and let's, I don't know, play cards again.
Anything but this, huh? You're driving me batty, bub."

Even his appeal to Remy's inner gambler didn't work. Logan had the faint idea
that his insane mate couldn't even *hear* him anymore because Remy was too
busy listening to the sound of his *own* voice. Unfortunately, being trapped
inside the cave with him meant that *Logan* had to listen to it as well. Not
normally a problem, but it was far passed ridiculous by now. Making a mental
note to find some newborn animal to turn into a pet for Remy to babble at
with the first sign of Spring, Logan figured that it was time to make a stand
and *demand* Remy stop walking in endless circles complete with babble-mode
sound effects.

Standing up and placing himself directly into Remy's path, Logan put his
hands out wide to prevent his loopy lover from simply walking *around* him.
Then, when Remy got close to him, Logan opened up his mouth and shouted at
him.

"GAMBIT!"

For his part, Remy looked slightly startled.

"Oui, cher?"

Logan wasn't quite sure where to begin, after all, he hadn't really been
certain that this would work any better than his other attempts to distract
Remy. However, it did work. The glazed look melted away from his red on black
eyes and he seemed to focus in on Logan for the first time in several hours.
Gambit's head tilted slightly to the side and he seemed to study Logan
intently, most likely noticing his exasperated and slightly desperate
expression.

"Y' okay dere, mon couer? Y' look like y' could use a good nap."

Logan gapped at Remy for a long moment, then his jaw snapped closed and he
ground his teeth together. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh, cry or just
punch Remy in the nose.

"A nap? No, darlin', that ain't what I need. What I need is *quiet*. I need
you to *stop* walking in them damn circles and I need you to stop yaking on
about the damn crawdads. I mean, ya don't hear *me* yammering on about pot
roast and rack of lamb, do ya?"

Logan knew that he'd made a tactical error the moment those words left his
mouth. He wished that it was physically possible to kick ones self in the ass
as soon as Remy began babbling again.

"Dat's true, mon ami. Oh, an' never let Betsy cook de pot roast. De femme has
no true u'erstandin' o' wha' it means t' season de meat. Wha' does she t'ink
dat spice rack fo', anyway? T' collect dust?"

Logan frowned. He *liked* Betsy's pot roast. A lot. Hell, at the moment, he'd
happily *kill* for a plate of her pot roast.

"Now hold on there, bub. Betsy's a *good* cook. Just because she doesn't
baste the meat in the juice of a thousand red hot peppers doesn't mean that
she doesn't season it just perfectly."

Remy threw up his hands in disgust as if he'd just been exposed to the
foulest form of blasphemy known to civilized man. And Logan conceded that
maybe from a Cajun cook's point of view, he had. However, the whole point of
standing up and making Remy stop babbling about crawdads had been missed
seeing as how Remy was now  pacing around while expounding the *best* way to
cook a pot roast.

Obviously, if Logan wanted a little peace and quiet, he'd have to come up
with a new tactic to get it. All he'd managed to do with his standing up and
yelling was change the channel, not turn off the tv. Stepping back out of
Remy's way to let him make another circuit of the cave, Logan concentrated on
the problem.

Food was one of the basic motivators of primal man, so Logan could understand
why Remy would get caught up in that subject as the focus of his mental
breakdown. However, so was fighting, sex and alcohol. Logan figured that
Gambit also considered stealing to be a basic motivators as well, but that was
probably a thief thing as opposed to a primal man thing. Well, they didn't
have any alcohol and while Logan enjoyed a good fight, it was risky with the
distinct lack of medical facilities available. All it would take is for Logan
to get one good hit on the Cajun and then they'd be back in the same
situation that they were in when they first got here. He didn't want that.
So... sex it is.

Completely ignoring the endless stream of babble that emerged from his mate's
lips, Logan reached out and gently reeled Remy in on his next pass. Nodding
his head seriously as if he was actually paying attention to the words, Logan
carefully steered Gambit over to the soft thick pile of furs that they used
as their bed. Once there, he paused a moment to peer thoughtfully at the
Cajun as he nattered on about the benefits of candied yams verses plain sweet
potatoes. Logan was sorely tempted to merely gag his lover into silence, but
he dismissed the idea almost immediately. Remy'd probably hurt himself trying
to babble around it. There was only one truly safe way to spare his delicate
and abused ears, and that was to fuck the Cajun into unconsciousness.

Patiently, Logan began to methodically peel the layers of Blue Deer furs and
hide off of his mate. Almost automatically, Remy shifted and moved his limbs
to assist Logan at his task, but it was painfully clear that his mind was
occupied completely by his mental kitchen. The fact that he was at all
helpful in getting himself naked was merely habit and it was done by rote.
Logan didn't mind at all. Once Remy was nude, he gently guided him down until
he was stretched out on the furs and then began removing his own clothing.

However, whispered words of pot roast just wasn't as conducive to hot sex as
it should have been. Logan's mind scrambled for an acceptable substitute.
Stretching his own heavy body out over top of Gambit's, he leaned down and
nipped at his lover's jaw to get his attention.

"Sure, Rem. That's fine for *dinner*. But what about after? I mean, ya gonna
make me a fancy desert, ain't ya?"

Red on black eyes glazed with a light sheen of insanity, Remy smiled widely
at the very suggestion.

"Oui, cher. Gambit be t'inkin' maybe chocolate mousse? Wit' whip cream an'
fresh strawberries on top."

Instantly, the mental image of Remy laid out over black satin sheets, his
soft skin covered in creamy chocolate, whipped cream and fresh ripe berries
popped into Logan's head. Drool began to gather in his mouth and at the tip
of his suddenly hard cock.

"Yeah, darlin'. That'll work. Why don't ya tell me all about it."

Tuning out the exact words, but letting the sound of his mate's husky voice
wash over his ears, Logan nuzzled his nose into Remy's hair and breathed in
deeply. The musky spicy scent of his lover filled his mind and lungs,
speaking to him at an animal level of home and safety and love. With a sound
that was half growl of possession and half purr of contentment, Logan nipped
at the soft flesh of Remy's neck. Then, he ran his tongue over the tiny bite
to soothe and comfort. The flavor of his lover's skin practically exploded
across his tongue and Logan's mind made one single demand: *more*.

Not one to argue with himself, at least in this respect, Logan nibbled and
licked his way down the lean column of Remy's neck to the thin line of his
collarbone. This temptation was too much for Logan, so he ran his tongue
along the entire length of it only to end in a sucking kiss on the hollow at
the base of Gambit's throat. His lover moaned loudly and babbled something
about caramel sauce. Logan considered that for a brief second. He finally came
to the conclusion that Remy flavored caramel sauce *would* be delicious,
however, he himself was *far* too hairy to even contemplate it seriously. The
very thought of trying to pick all that sticky sauce out of his chest hair
made him wince. He made a mental note to break it to Remy gently later, right
now he had more important things to worry about. Twin peaked nipples poking
his chest, to be exact.

Working his way down with a few nips and licks, Logan found himself faced
with Remy's chest. Almost absently he noticed that his lover's chest was
different than it had been when they first arrived. Firstly, there was
absolutely no spare ounce of fat on Remy's body at all, not that the Cajun
had *ever* had a lot to spare, but it was much more pronounced now. His
muscles' mass and tone had changed as well. No longer the perfect proportions
of one who spent lots of time working out in a well equipped gym, Remy now
had the tight sinewy look of someone who's physical activity was from hard
demanding physical labor. Logan's inner animal approved of this obvious sign
of toughness and the ability to survive punishing conditions.

Flattening his tongue against the soft skin covering Gambit's tight
pectorals, Logan ran it in a direct line to the tight bud of skin that was
his lover's nipple. Remy arched his back, pressing his chest against Logan's
mouth. He rewarded this display of submission by sucking the nipple into his
mouth and pulling on it gently.

"Dieu!"

Logan grinned at finally grabbing Remy's full attention even as two long
fingered hands wound into his hair. His smugness lasted for as long as it
took Gambit to mutter something barely coherent about raspberry Jell-O and a
bathtub. However, it sounded interesting and far less threatening to his
chest hair then the caramel sauce, so Logan forgave him.

Bringing up both of his hands, Logan ran them over his lover's flesh. He knew
that his fingers were rough and calloused from long hours of hauling wood and
working this wilderness with his bare hands. He could only imagine what that
felt like to Remy as they petted over his soft creamy skin. Some part of his
lover must have enjoyed it because Gambit pushed up against him trying to
deepen the contact as Logan skimmed his fingertips over his mate, caressing
and worshiping delightful curves, lines and muscles that he had already
memorized long ago.

And all throughout, Logan kept on moving his mouth downwards. He trailed
gentle kisses as he counted Remy's ribs and he nuzzled his nose in the
beginnings of soft red fur that thickened as Logan followed it along his
mate's tight stomach. That musky spicy scent that Logan adored so much got
stronger the further down his mate's body that he went. His chest rumbling
with soft growls of pleasure, Logan dipped his tongue down into Remy's
bellybutton. His efforts were rewarded with a low smoky moan and his lover
writhing under him in an effort to press their bodies closer together.

Trailing his hands down along Gambit's sides, Logan grasped tight hold of his
lover's hips. This move somehow sparked a trigger in Remy because he
automatically tried to pump his hips upwards against Logan's restraining
hands as if, even in the midst of his insanity, he knew what was coming next.
Also, the softly muttered patois began to get a little louder and faster as
Remy rambled on about the joys of steamed salmon. Logan frowned slightly at
that. He wasn't hungry for fish. At all. However, he was able to push the
distraction aside since what he *was* hungry for was currently standing at
attention and waving in front of his face.

Running his tongue along the length of Remy's hard cock, he tasted the firm
shaft from base to tip only to lightly suck the crown into his mouth briefly.
Gambit's fingers were still tangled in Logan's hair, and they gripped down in
a painful tug. Logan didn't mind, however, he was too busy filling his senses
with the bittersweet spice of his lover's scent and taste.

Letting his lover slide back out of his mouth, Logan ran his tongue all along
the shaft, wetting it, making it slick. Briefly, he dipped his head down to
nuzzle his nose against Remy's softly furred balls, enjoying the almost
overwhelming wave of pheromones carried on his mate's deep musky scent. Then,
he gently nibbled his way up the underside of Remy's cock so that he could
take it into his mouth once more.

Mindful of his teeth, Logan ran his tongue around the edge of the crown and
then sucked Gambit deep into his mouth. Taking in a deep breath and forcibly
relaxing his throat, he then swallowed. The long hard cock in his mouth slid
almost effortlessly passed his suppressed gag reflex as Remy clutched his
head painfully and cried out at the sensation.

All at once, Logan realized that his lover had stopped his inane babbling
about food and he practically smirked around the shaft in his mouth. Sliding
back up Remy's cock, Logan hollowed his cheeks to increase the suction and
then slid back down it once more. He soon had a nice steady rhythm going that
was as pleasurable for *him* as it was for Gambit. Pre-cum dribbled in an
almost constant flow into his mouth and his lover twitched and wiggled
beneath him. So, it was almost a disappointment to him when Remy suddenly
jerked hard and came.

Logan allowed himself to swallow a mouthful of the delicious salty liquid,
but then he pulled off of his lover so that he could catch the rest of it in
his hands. Remy was practically boneless with pleasure and he was whispering
something in his eclectic mixture of French and English. Logan was beyond
caring at this point, however. His own cock was rock hard and screaming at
him about neglect.

Carefully pushing himself up on his knees, Logan used one hand to spread his
lover's legs and tilt his hips to the best angle. Almost automatically, Remy
tried to help, but Logan didn't mind manhandling his lover in the least. Once
settled to his satisfaction, Logan scooped up some of Gambit's still warm cum
and used it as lubrication. Wetting his fingers, he reached down and pressed
gently against the opening to Remy's body. Only the slightest pressure was
needed to gain entrance to his mate's most private place anymore and soon
Logan found himself buried up to his last knuckle in Remy's hot clutching
passage. It was tempting to just forget this step and take his lover dry, but
they hadn't been together *that* long and he didn't want to hurt Gambit. So,
as frustrating as it was to his throbbing cock, Logan took the time and care
to make sure that Remy was slicked down and his muscles were loosened.

When he was certain that his lover was ready, Logan quickly coated his
painful erection with the remaining cum. He made sure that his touch was
light for he didn't want to risk spilling into his own hand. That would never
do, he wanted to cum deep inside of Remy's body. Pulling his mate's hips and
ass up onto his lap, Logan lined the purple head of his cock at the wet and
waiting entrance to Gambit's body.

"Ready darlin'?"

Glazed red on black eyes locked onto his.

"Je te desire. Je m'abandonne. Prends-moi, je suis a toi."

Not entirely certain what his lover had just said, but liking the sound of it
anyway, Logan smiled.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Slowly, Logan slid into the furnace hot depths of Remy's tight clenching body
in one smooth motion until he was seated to the hilt. Gasping for breath,
Logan held perfectly still with all muscles locked in place as a wave of
sizzling pleasure rolled up his spine and into his brain. Clutching wet heat
grasped his throbbing length as Remy's body rippled around him, adjusting and
shifting to accommodate his girth. It felt amazing and Logan gritted his
teeth against the urge to cum.

Little by little, the sparkles faded from in front of his eyes as he backed
away from the precipice and he gathered his self control to him. Then Remy
moved, arching his back and thrusting his ass tightly against Logan's groin,
embedding his shaft even deeper into that glorious passage of muscle. Logan
growled in pleasure.

Grabbing hold of Gambit's lean thighs tight enough to leave hand sized
bruises, Logan spread his lover's legs wide open. Remy was splayed out before
him in a visual feast of decadent submission that looked as sexy as it felt.
Hard cock standing out from a nest of bright red hair. Long lean legs and
tight hard stomach leading up to a firm muscled chest and above it all, that
inhumanly beautiful face flushed with pleasure and lust.

"Mine!"

A pink tongue slid out to lick against full luscious lips.

"Oui, je suis a toi."

Growling deep in his throat, Logan pulled back so that just the thick crown
of his shaft was still inside of Remy's sweet body. Then, with a powerful
lunge of his strong hips and back, Logan slammed into his lover deeply. With
a cry of dizzying pleasure, Remy arched into his thrust, rising up to meet
him.

Reason carried away in a rush of animal hunger, Logan set up a punishing
rhythm, plundering his mate's body. Possessing him, claiming him. Their
passion flirted the fine line between making love and bestial mating. Fast
and furious, Logan growled and pounded into Remy even as his lover writhed
and clawed at him with his blunt fingernails, leaving trails of bloody
scratches behind. Painful pressure built up inside his balls and his skin
tingled with jolts of blinding pleasure as they raced to completion. Feeling
as if he were ready to explode into a thousand screaming pieces, Logan leaned
down and clamped his jaws on Gambit's throat at the point where his neck
connected to his shoulder. Biting down hard, the hot coppery taste of blood
flooded his senses and with a violent shudder he thrust one last time and
came. Hard.

White noise sizzled through his brain and his vision dimmed to black for a
brief second as he teetered on the edge of fainting. A burning hot splash of
semen against his stomach and the painful clenching of Remy's channel against
his overly sensitive cock yanked him back into awareness, however. With a
heartfelt moan, Logan rode out the waves of Gambit's second orgasm until his
lover stilled under him. Then, as gently as he could, he slid out of his
mate's body and flopped over onto his back beside him.

Almost immediately, Remy rolled over and cuddled up against him, tucking his
head under Logan's chin and resting it against his sweaty chest. A grin
forming over his face, Logan wrapped his thick arms around his lover and
pulled him in tighter. Gambit wiggled into his favorite "fall asleep"
position and then mumbled something about making Chicken Cordon Blu for
dinner tomorrow night. For half a second, Logan was ready to start cursing,
but then Remy slipped off into a deep sleep.

Cuddling his sleeping lover tightly, Logan prayed that it didn't rain again
tomorrow. While his plan to tire Remy out had worked, he didn't know how much
longer he could stand being trapped in a cave with the man. And it was
painfully obvious that his lover *needed* to find something to occupy his
mind before he drove them both around the bend. But for now, this sex sated
exhaustion would do.

Settling back against the furs, Logan listened to the sound of the rain and
his softly snoring lover as he finally got to enjoy some peace and quiet.
 

END: chapter 9 "Crazy"