Pairing: Logan/Remy
Rating: NC 17 (?), graphic m/m sex
Disclaimer: Marvel owns the characters, I don't make any money with my
writing
Note: I changed Remy's background a bit (but hey, who doesn't?) so it's a
bit AU
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Summary: Logan and Remy have a night out

Logan checked his watch again. A quarter to 8 pm.
Something had been wrong with the Cajun these last weeks. First, he hadn't
joined them going to Harry's any longer. At the mansion, Remy still did his
chores and danger room sessions, but the rest of the time he kept to
himself, going to town and staying away for hours. Returning home, the Cajun
always looked gloomy and exhausted. Where he had craved contact before, Remy
now avoided being with his team mates whenever he could.
Logan had tried several times to talk about that sudden change with the kid,
but Remy had all playfully flirted his way out of Wolverine's questions -at
least that had been like usually. The thief was a perfect actor when it came
to convincing people he was fine. But Wolverine wasn't the one to be easily
tricked. He had decided to follow Remy on one of his solitary trips to the
city and made a discovery that shocked him to the gore.
The kid was obviously prostituting himself.
Mad with rage, Wolverine had tracked down one of Remy's johns, threatening
the man into telling him how he had made contact with Remy. Frightened, the
guy had given Wolverine an e-mail address Remy used to make appointments
with his johns. Once back at the mansion, Logan had made up his plan and
written to the Cajun, using a nickname, pretending he had gotten the hint by
a friend and was interested in buying what Remy had to offer.
Remy had answered him the next morning.
And two days later, Wolverine found himself having his first date with a
hustler.

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So there he was now, in a cheap hotel room, waiting for the Cajun to show
up. Exactly at the fixed time, someone knocked on the door. Wolverine rushed
into the bathroom.
He could hear featherlight steps and the sexy accent of the puzzled thief
calling for his john.
“Allo? Hey? Where are you? No one dere?” The bed squeaked as Remy sat down
with a sigh.
Wolverine loved his keen senses in moments like that one. He could even
smell the familiar aftershave. Remy fumbled around in his clothes and the
sound of a lighter was heard, followed by some sucking on a cigarette and a
muttered 'merde'.
Time for the big surprise! Logan carefully opened the door and slowly
stepped into the main room. The Cajun hadn't noticed him so far. He was
staring out of the window, his back turned at the Canadian.
With a smirk, Logan cleared his throat.
Auburn hair shimmered softly as Remy tossed his head to face his date.
Never had Logan seen the young thief more stunned before. He literally
jumped from the bed, dropping his cigarette on the carpet and extinguishing
it quickly with his foot.
Then Remy froze in place. For a long moment the two men just stared at each
other.
“Y-You?” Remy gasped as he found his voice back.
“Yep, Cajun. Nice pants ya got there! A bit tight, maybe?” Logan leaned
against the wall. This was going to be interesting.
“Y' gotta be joking, Logan! Dat whole thing 'ere is a
...uhm..misunderstanding!”
“Na, I wouldn't say so, kiddo! I don't know what exactly you're doing in
this place, but I've got a date here with a redheaded boy whore whose
description strangely fits ya!”
Remy grabbed his bag and headed to the door.
“Ah ah! Ya ain't going nowhere, bub!” Wolverine blocked the thief's way, his
hands resting on either side of the door frame.
Remy shot him a killing glance.
“Fuck you, Logan! Let me go!” Remy tried to shove the Canadian away, but
found himself pushed back into the room. The ashtray started to glow red
immediately.
“Kiddo, I wouldn't charge that thing if I was in yer place. Ya don't want me
to use my claws, huh? Sides, I don't know how the X-men will like the
thought that you're selling yer ass!”
Remy grew pale and his fingers clutched his bag until the knuckles turned
white. Wolverine looked pleased as the glowing slowly disappeared.
“There's a good boy, Cajun!”
Remy sighed and took his sunglasses off.
“Bien. What do you want from me?”
Logan locked his eyes with the red on black orbs.
“What do men usually want from ya, kiddo?”
Remy bit his bottom lip.
“Dat- ya can't mean it!”
“I wrote you what I wanna do, ya agreed and told me what it costs, Gumbo. So
where's the problem now?”
Remy looked at him; anger, fear and disbelief flashing over his face.
“Forget it, homme! I won't do y'! De deal is off!”
“Listen, Rems, I already paid for the room and I don't think you're in any
position to refuse me!”
Suddenly, Remy threw his bag onto the bed and walked up to the older mutant.
If looks would have been able to kill, Wolverine's healing factor what have
had a hard time recovering after being stabbed to death by devil's eyes.
Sinking on his knees, Remy quickly undid Logan's fly.
“Okay, Logan. Y' wanted de whole thing. So I'll suck you off first an' den
y' gonna fuck me, right? Dere will be nothin' going on without a rubber. As
a payment, y' don' tell de others anything 'bout my job, dat bien?”
The demonic eyes looked up at Wolverine, waiting for his answer.
The Canadian knew it was time to call the game. A part of him regretted it,
though.
“Damnit, kiddo. Get up off the floor, will ya?! I ain't gonna make ya serve
me. That isn't why I came here. I'm here cause I want ya to stop doing that
shit!”
Confused Remy, got on his feet again. For a moment he looked as if he would
dash out at Logan. But than he just walked over to the bed and sat down,
resting his head between his hands.
Slowly, Wolverine sat down next to him.
“Look kiddo, I won't tell anybody. Don't worry! I'm not into rescuing souls
or something, I just want to understand why the heck you're doing that? Are
ya in some kind of trouble?”
Remy sighed and looked at the Canadian with a tired expression.
“Y' taught me a lesson homme, Remy got it! Now let me go, eh?”
Wolverine placed his large hand on the thief's shoulder to keep him in
place.
“NO! Fuck, Remy, ya gonna talk to me about it now! I'm sick of ya running
away all the time! Ya can't tell me ya whoring yerself fer fun! So why do ya
do it, kid?”
The demonic eyes watered with tears.
“Remy need de money, cher!”
“What for?”
Logan couldn't stand to see the Cajun so miserable but he couldn't help
being harsh with the kid.
“Don' wanna be obliged to de X-men - wanna make a livin' on my own. So if
Remy wanna leave one day, he can go. Was trapped too often in de past, mon
ami!” Remy's voice was a mere whisper.
“That's one twisted idea of being independent, Gumbo! That crap you're
telling me is the whole truth? No one who forces ya to do it? Ya ain't doing
drugs or something?” Wolverine eyed the young thief suspiciously.
“Non, Remy told you de truth!”
Logan didn't know whether he could believe Remy or not. His explanation
sounded rather lame, but on the other hand it was so absurd and idealistic
it wouldn't surprise him if it made perfect sense for the young empath.
There was only one thing Logan was sure about: It was horrible to watch the
once so cheerful Cajun suffering like that.
In a softer tone, Wolverine tried to soothe the trembling kid next to him.
“Okay, Rems. Let's put aside for a moment that you're well cared for at the
mansion anyway, but I still don't get it. If ya only wanna make some extra
money- why don't ya just find yerself a proper job like other people?”
Distressed, Remy got up and paced the room.
“Bien, Logan, as y' already know I'm hustlin', can as well tell y' de rest.
I can' get a job easily. Remy's just - plain stupid. I can' read or write.
So I do de only thing I was ever taught apart from stealin'!” Logan couldn't
believe his ears.
“Can't be! Ya wrote me an e-mail!”
Remy shrugged.
“Non, a friend of mine did. He always fixes my dates for me!”
Wolverine frowned in suspicion.
“What kinda friend? Yer pimp?”
Flushing, Remy lit another cigarette.
“Non. Just an ami! Je ne veux pas - merde, Logan, I don't wanna talk 'bout
all dat!”
Turning to the window, Remy tried to hide his tears, but Wolverine had
already seen the Cajun was crying.
He would have to go slowly with the kid.
“Okay, we leave it be fer now, Rems!”
There was a long and painful silence until Remy wiped his eyes and dared
facing the older mutant again. He reached for his jacket that still lay on
the bed.
Wolverine just couldn't let the Cajun go like that.
“Seriously? You're illiterate?”
The young thief nodded, biting his bottom lip.
“Shit, Gumbo, ya hide that pretty good! Why did ya never tell us?”
The demonic eyes shot him an angry glance.
“Dat so hard to understand? I'm ashamed of it, merde!”
“But kiddo, ya don't have to be! Being illiterate doesn't mean you're
stupid! I know you're not! We can help ya! Chuck can-”
Remy cut Wolverine off with a graceful wink of his hand.
“Non, I don' want anybody to know!”
“Than at least let me help ya to find a class where ya can learn how to read
and write!”
“Dat too late now, cher...an' Remy's never been to a school before. I'd make
a fool outta me dere!”
Wolverine was royally pissed by now. Why the heck did the kid have such low
self esteem?
“Can it, Cajun! I understand you're spooked if ya never had any education at
all but it sure ain't too late. Ya can't tell me you're scared of going to
a flammin' school – you're the fucking prince of the thiefs, aren't ya?
You're an X-men and have fought the fiercest battles - I think ya can fight
that one as well!”
Remy put his jacket on and gave Logan a smirk.
“It nice dat you're so concerned 'bout ol' Remy! But I'm just plain tired
now. I gotta go!”
“How about having something to eat, Cajun? And a few drinks, like in the
good old days?” Logan wondered exactly why he was so keen on making the
thief stay.
“Non, I don' like eatin' out!”
“But you're kinda into bar hopping, aren't ya? We can do that afterwards,
huh? First we get ya some food!”
Remy sighed resigned.
“Mais I look like a slut, I can' go anywhere! And you ain't exactly dressed
to kill neither, homme!”
“Don't worry, Cajun- I brought a suit for me and some of yer posh stuff as
well! I wanna take ya to a real special place- You're gonna love it!”
Triumphantly, he fished out a huge bag from under the bed.
Remy stared at the older man all amazed.
“You've planned to take me out from de beginnin'? But why, cher?”
“Let's say I just like being the flammin' good fairy. Now close yer mouth,
Gumbo, before ya catch some flies- and get changed!”
Chuckling, Remy caught the clothes Wolverine threw at him.

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Remy marveled at the tasteful decor of the restaurant Logan had taken him
to. He never would have suspected the Canadian to even know such an elegant
place.
“Hope ya like it, kid. It's not Cajun, but I thought French might be fitting
as well!”
Logan smiled at the puzzled thief as a waiter gestured them to their table.
He didn't seem to mind Remy's alien eyes at all and relieved, the young
mutant sat down.
“This place is owned by a friend of mine, Rems. A mutant as well. I once
came here with Kurt and Hank without their image inducers on - that was real
fun!”
Remy smiled distractedly. Wolverine realized the kid was still tense.
“So- what do ya wanna have, kiddo?”
Remy blushed.
“Remy'll just take de same as y'.”
The Cajun fumbled around with his serviette.
“Common, Gumbo, I don't have a clue about all that posh stuff. Ya gotta help
me a bit! I think I'll have that one as a starter - sounds nice- crème
brulée?”
Wolverine did his best to pronounce it wrong and look all innocent. Which
earned him the first whirl of laughter from the Cajun in weeks. He wouldn't
have thought he'd miss that slivery sound so much one day.
“Aww, cher- never knew y' had such a sweet tooth! Dat's nothin' to start
wit', it a dessert, cher!”
“Oh, I see... now how about that one?” The next twenty minutes were spend
with much laughter on Remy's and an award worthy performance on Logan's part
as they went through the whole menu together. Wolverine didn't give the
Cajun a second to be ashamed that he couldn't read the menu by himself.
By the time they got their food, Remy seemed relaxed and even got talkative
again. Logan couldn't stop staring at his beautiful dinner companion. What
was going on with him? He liked the Cajun, yes, but Remy was just some
skinny, messed up kid... and a team mate... but still, Wolverine eagerly
hang on those velvet lips like an addict- what would it be like to kiss
them? To let them brush his skin? They had been so close to pleasuring him
only hours ago- in a different world, it seemed. Could he ever get that
feeling in the world they normally lived in?

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After their dinner, Remy and Logan had checked out several bars and pubs. It
had always amazed Logan how much the Cajun was able to drink before getting
even tipsy- skinny as he was, Remy was the only one of the X-men who ever
came close to drinking the Canadian under the table. Tonight he was
obviously up for another try. But it seemed the Cajun was about to give up
by now, the crimson eyes showing major difficulties in focusing him as Remy
emptied another glass of bourbon.
“Bien, Logan, dat was a nice evening an' y' a pretty good kinda fairy, but
now y' tell Remy why y' so interested in him, eh?” Wolverine watched how the
thief ruffled his auburn mane with a slightly clumsy movement. How could a
single person be so flamin' sexy?
“What cha mean with interested? I just don't want ya to be in trouble!
You're a team mate- and a hell of a drinking buddy-” Wolverine cleared his
throat. He felt shy like a school girl being watched by those demonic eyes
and he really hated it. He just had to drop a hint at the Cajun, say
something so Remy could guess he considered him more than just a buddy!
“- sides, it's a shame- sweet thing like ya shouldn't sell his ass and go to
waste like that!” Remy flinched away as Logan reached over the table to
touch his hand.
“Mais Logan- I – didn't know y'...” The Cajun stammered, growing more and
more embarrassed under the older mutant's intense gaze.
“What cha wanna say, Gumbo?”
“Dat y' like men in dat way!” obviously, the shock had sobered the Cajun
down a bit.
Wolverine grinned at him.
“There are buck loads of things ya don't know about me, kiddo! What I never
knew about ya were that ya were able to blush like that! Matches yer eyes
real nicely, Gumbo!”
“Remy's gonna kick your hairy butt for dat one, homme!”
Laughing, Wolverine got up and left some money on the table.
“Gotta catch me first, thief!”
Remy chased after the older mutant. The tension between the two men had
resolved in mere playfulness.

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On their drive home, Remy couldn't resist reaching out empathically at the
Canadian.
Logan pretended to concentrate on the road, but he could feel the slight
tickling touch of Remy's empathy and the faint change in the young man's
scent. A bit of fear, and a huge amount of arousal. So Remy felt attracted
to him as well? Wolverine's inner beast craved to mate with the lean kid
next to him, the sooner the better, but the man he was scolded himself for
his needs.
Remy flushed as his empathy revealed to him that Logan hadn't only been
joking at the bar. He really considered the young thief a 'sweet thing' and
a lot more beyond that, Remy realized as Logan's want and affection rushed
through his veins.
Impulsively, the young mutant placed a probing hand on Wolverine's thigh,
earning himself a shocked curse from the Canadian.
“Fuck, Rems, ya want me to drive the car into a tree? Keep yer hands to
yerself, kid!”
“Mais cher, I know y' like me to keep my hand where I got it now- bien,
mebbe not quite right there but more like... here?” Remy cooed seductively
as he brushed his fingers over the impressive bulge pressing against Logan's
pants.
Wolverine felt shivers running down his spine.
“Kiddo, it ain't wise to charm me! Gets ya into a real health risk!”
But Remy's fingers were getting bolder and bolder, by now he was firmly
stroking Logan through the soft fabric. Chuckling, he kissed the older
mutant's cheek.
“Aw, cher, Remy only uses his charm when he needs to- it not like I 'ave to
in your case, eh?”
“Gumbo, ya don't owe me or something, okay? So just stop it!”
A gentle bite at his earlobe, a clever tongue licking his neck, slender
fingers fumbling around with his fly- Logan was about to scream with lust,
even if his words told otherwise.
“Non, Logan, I don' do dis cause I think I owe y'! I do it cause I want to!
Cause I could touch y' like dat for hours an' hours!”
Logan brought the car to a sudden stop at the side of the road. Faintly
glowing demon's eyes gazed at him with surprise.
“Okay, Rems, let's get out of the car if ya wanna finish what you've
started!”
Putting all doubts aside, Wolverine leaned in to claim the thief's soft lips
in an eager kiss. Just when Remy started sucking on his tongue, Logan pulled
away and rushed out of the car, leaving a stunned Cajun behind.
“Come on, kiddo, I ain't gonna wait here forever!” he taunted and quickly
disappeared into the forest next to the road..
Muttering some bad words, Remy followed the Canadian. But he couldn't make
out where exactly Logan had gone.
“Dat very funny, cher! Remy wasn't exactly up to playin' hide and seek wit'
you, homme!” Remy shouted into the darkness. The next moment, he found
himself caught by strong arms, pushed to the ground and pinned down by
Wolverine. Remy screamed in shock and struggled against the body pressing
him down and the hands leaving bruises on his wrists. It only made Wolverine
grin down at him in amusement. Fatigued, Remy surrendered to his opponent.
With a pleased growl, Wolverine lowered his head to lick and bite the
Cajun's exposed throat. Remy moaned in pleasure. Leaving some impressive
love bites on the delicate flesh, Wolverine pulled away and smiled down at
his squirming prisoner.
“That should be enough to make sure ya understand who exactly is the
predator and who is the prey here, huh, Cajun?”
“Aw, cher!” Remy moaned as Wolverine continued to lick his throat and face,
pushing his knee between the thief's long legs. Remy felt the pressure
against his trapped erection and spreading his legs, he eagerly rubbed
himself against Wolverine's knee. The older mutant caught his lips for
another kiss, this time he explored the wet warmth more thoroughly,
thrusting deeply with his tongue. He could feel the boy beneath him was
already in a frenzy, his kisses were answered with a passion Logan couldn't
recall ever finding in a lover before. Slowly, he let go of the Cajun's
wrists. Once freed, Remy tangled his fingers in the Canadian's hair. With
the familiar 'snikt', Wolverine released his claws and broke away from their
kiss.
“Okay, kiddo, now don't move! We're gonna get rid of yer clothes!”
Shivering, Remy obeyed and froze in place as Wolverine shred his clothes
into pieces, scratching his skin ever so slightly. Remy thought he was going
to faint with lust and fear if Logan wouldn't withdraw his claws again soon.
Admiring the beautiful, now naked body made Logan's cock twitch with desire
and watching the small traces of blood trickling down the Cajun's soft skin
everywhere his claws had met flesh was nearly driving him over the edge of
getting feral. Greedily, he lapped at one of the Cajun's wounds, earning a
soft moan from the kid.
Moaning turned to screaming as Logan placed his lips on the tip of Remy's
leaking shaft, as he licked the whole length of it teasingly with his
tongue.
“Ya like that, kiddo?” Remy winced in frustration as Wolverine drew his lips
away.
“Merde, cher, don' stop!”
“What cha want me to do, brat?”
“Aww- suck me, Logan! Please!” Remy was squirming with lust and that
absolutely was a sight to see. Growling, he went down on the Cajun, taking
in as much of the hot velvety flesh as he could manage. Establishing a lazy
rhythm in sucking the kid off, Logan held his young lover's hips down so he
couldn't thrust as he wanted to, but had to surrender to whatever caress his
lover chose to treat him with.
Stars danced in front of Remy's eyes as he found release inside that
talented mouth.
Letting the now soft member slip from his lips, Logan quickly did away with
his own clothes. He was so hard by now it almost hurt.
Remy lay there blissed. Opening his eyes, he reached out for his lover.
“Cher dat was so great!” he purred as he stroked the older mutant's chest,
playfully tugging at the thick curls of hair covering the strong muscles.
“Rems, I don' know why I'm so hot fer ya- just look what you're doing to me,
boy!”
Smiling naughtily, the young thief caught the throbbing erection in his
palm.
“Y' want Remy to return de favor, mebbe?”
“I wanna fuck ya Rems. Now.” Wolverine whispered passionately before he
leaned in for another kiss.
Pulling away, he looked deeply into the red on black orbs, finding nothing
but lust and affection in their intense gaze.
Remy slowly shifted his position and took Logan's aching cock deep inside
his mouth, lubricating it thoroughly. Wolverine tossed his head back in
pleasure.
“Damnit, Cajun, ya suck cock like an angle, ya know that?”
Withdrawing his lips, Remy settled down on his back again.
“It has been mentioned now and then, cher!”
Mad with desire, Logan grabbed the thief's legs and placing them on his
shoulders, he carefully probed at Remy's tight opening. The boy pushed
against him wantonly, taking him in halfway with one firm thrust.
Remy groaned with pleasure and pain.
“Oh kiddo, what cha doing? I don't wanna hurt ya!” Logan tried to keep
himself under control.
“It's fine cher, I wanna feel y'. Make me yours, will you? Want you so
badly!” That was more than Logan could take. With a groan, he drove himself
deep down into the Cajun's trembling body, again and again.
It felt so good to be buried to the hilt in that tight hot channel, and it
felt even better to make the Cajun scream with each eager thrust. Logan
palmed Remy's erect shaft and started to stroke it in time with his
movements until he felt the kid's body spasm around his own cock, driving
him over the edge as well.
The world was consumed in flames as Remy let his empathy pour out to unit
them in their climax.
Totally spend, the two mutants lay next to each other, surrounded by
darkness. Logan softly stroked the Cajun's sharp cheekbones.
He knew he would never ever be able to bear it if Remy continued hustling.
Wolverine swore to himself he would bring it to an end as Remy cuddled up
against him and slowly went to sleep in his arms.
 

The End