Remy didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, covered in blood and crying like a child.  He felt the cold wind hit his moist face and his cuts burned with pain like he had never felt before.  His arms ached from holding Logan’s dead body to his chest.  His breathing was so horse and battered he felt his lungs were going to exploded.  Let them, let them bust and give him a swift death because any life without Logan was going to be an endless tomb of nothingness.  He sobbed harder, clung to the tortured corpse of his lover as Sabertooth came closer.  His claws dripped with Logan’s blood and his mouth was painted with Remy’s essence.  Why had he come here?  Why hadn’t he stayed at home when Logan had nearly begged him to?  Why didn’t he sleep in, why had he been too damn proud to back out of the fight?
“Logan!  Please!”
Remy cried out, desperate for a breath, a sign of life in the man that everyone thought would never die.
“You little faggot!  He’s dead…and you are next!”
Sabertooth leapt at Gambit and he didn’t care, he didn’t care if he died, he didn’t want to avenge Wolverine, it was his fault his lover was dead; let him die now too as punishment.  Creeds claws came up and lodged in Remy’s throat, ripping his jugular a gapping hole.  Gambit gasped but his lungs filled with blood and his mind with pain and panic.  He fell to the earth with Logan’s corpse against his thighs.  He could feel Creeds body pressing on him, crushing him of what little life he had left.  Red black demon eyes met the blue sky overhead as everything went dark.

“NON! Non!”  Remy thrashed.  He couldn’t breath.  That weight, Creed was atop him.  Charge something; charge anything, anything to stay alive.  His fingers grasped something smooth and he put every last ounce of effort into making the explosion life altering.  His eyes closed and his fingers refused to move as something tugged on him.  Then Logan’s angry voice broke through his haze.
“Holy fuck, Remy MOVE!”  Gambit opened his eyes to see the bed around him was glowing red.  He didn’t wait another second before he let Logan haul him up over a large shoulder and send both their bodies crashing through the large bay window and falling to the ground below.  The room behind them exploded into fire and shattered wood as both men landed hard on the wet grass.  Rain was seeping down on them, soaking them instantly and holding back the flames that engulfed the pool house.  Remy blinked, looking at the shattered mass that was their own little apartment and trying to calm his panting breath.  Logan’s arms were around Remy’s hips and the older man seemed….upset.  Remy looked down on his lover and threw his arms around him.  The full force of his body was collided with Logan and sending the two to the ground with Remy atop his thick frame.  Other X-men were rushing out to see what was wrong and why the pool house had exploded in the dead of night.
Remy didn’t care, he was kissing and licking and hugging Logan like he hadn’t seen him in forty years.
‘Amour Amour!  Non, Never loose you, Never!”  Remy spoke so fast Logan couldn’t understand but a word here and there.  He was being suffocated by Remy’s kisses and finally had to forcefully push the other man away as he gasped for air.
“Jesus Rem, calm down it’s all right.  I’m right here Darlin’.  I’m not going anywhere.”  Remy clutched Logan’s shoulders and pulled his head to the other’s chest, listening to his heart beat as tears ran down his cheeks in silent sobs.  Logan was taken aback, he had tried to wake Remy during his nightmare but the more he tried the more the Cajun had fought him.  Storm and Beast, both in their nightclothes, were the first to come upon them.  Hank was looking them over for wounds while Ororo was kneeling beside Logan and placed her warm palms to Gambit’s shoulders.
“What happened Logan?”  Storms soft voice was gentle as she stroked Remy’s back and tried to calm him.  Scott and Jean were on their way.  Jean already containing the blaze with her telekinesis while Cyclopes was looking around for the enemy that needed vanquishing.  Logan shook his head slightly.
“I don’t know, I think it was just a bad dream that got out of hand.”  Storm nodded slightly, looking up to Jean and aiding with her abilities to snuff the flames of the fire.  Beast lowered in a deep crouch and placed a furred hand on Logan’s back.  It was then Logan noticed that the rain had stopped overhead, Beast was dry but around the small area and over the pool house it still poured.  Thank you Storm.
Hank attempted to look Remy over for wounds and Logan motioned him away.
“It’s all right blue.  I got it.”
All the X-men had known of Remy and Logan’s relationship after the trip to Canada.  Most of them supported it while people like Jubilation and Drake had thought it sick, mostly because they both had a crush on one or both of the men.  Storm had been the first to thrown her arms around Remy and wish him well with the fellow teammate.  Jean and Scott and accepted it with a little time, Scott was always such a prude when it came to these things and it took several tongue lashings from Jean to get him to look Logan in the eyes again.
Beast had thought it delightful.  Never had he seen Logan in better spirits and Remy in better health.  He was eating better and not spending so much time sleeping during the day as Logan was a morning person and tended to drag the youth outside in the early hours.  That is, of course, unless Remy got his way and the two spent the morning in the throws of lust, in which case no one saw them all day.
Hank gave a slight nod and stood again, assuring Scott that the problem was not due to an out side force, at least for now.  Scott took light interest in the two, but rather once the blaze was contained, ushered people back into the main manor and leaving the two lovers to work out the evening’s events.  Jean lingered behind and told Logan she would have a room made up for them in the main house tonight.  Logan thanked her and smiled lightly still holding to the panting man in his lap.
Once they were gone, Logan pulled Remy back, the rain falling on them anew, and kissed his lips softly.
“Hey, what’s wrong darlin’?  Bad dream?”
Logan knew a lot about bad dreams but he had never seen Remy get so worked up over one of his.  He kept the other close to him, hugging him and gently stroking his lovely silk like hair as Remy trembled and clutched to Logan harder.
“So real Logan.  Remy dream he loose you.  He dream you die in his arms and it was all his fault!  So real…”  Logan kissed Remy’s temple lightly, he was never much of one to give comfort to others, but with Remy it was different.  Both men found themselves telling each other things they never told before, expressing emotions that they both thought impossible for them to feel anymore.
Though both never showed these sides to anyone but one another, every once and a while they found a teammate looking at them oddly because they had a small glimpse of those moments.
Logan pulled Remy up closer and sighed softly.
“It’s alright Rem, I’m here.  I ain’t leavin’ you.  You should know I ain’t that easy to kill, eh?”
Remy nodded slightly, taking a few deep breaths and forcing the images from his mind.  He could smell the blood, taste Logan’s tears on his lips and even feel where his neck had been split open but it wasn’t real, none of it was real and Logan’s stroking was calming him greatly.
“Remy sorry Logan.  All our stuff was in der.”
“Nah, it was just the bedroom Rem, the rest of the pool house is fine.  Come on kid, let’s get dry and into bed.”
Remy nodded and rose on his own power, brushing himself off and looking down to his current clothing.
“Oops.”
Remy was standing stark naked and soaked to the bone.  Logan smirked and rose; he at least was in a set of blue boxers that were plastered to his muscled legs.  Gambit would have blushed but his cocky self was taking hold his attitude again and with a shrug he left to go get something to wear from the singed pool house.
 Rain was leaking in on just the bedroom.  The crater in the house left little to be hidden from the wrath of the elements.  He took out a few things, both of his own and Logan’s, tossing them into a duffle back from the closet.  It would keep the items some what dry.  Down the few short steps, he paused beside his lover and rolled those thickly muscled shoulders.
 “Remy sorry again Logan.  He didn’ mean to blow up our place.”
 Logan just shrugged.
 “Ain’t nothin’ kid.  Just stuff.  I’m glad you’re okay.”
 Remy gave a faint smile and pressed a welcomed kiss to Logan’s lips.  By the time they got up stairs and dried off a little, Jean had a bed made up and Scott was providing them both with some clothes.  Logan thanked them and closed the door as they left.  Remy was stretched out over the bed with his arms propped up under his chin, mentally unaware of what was going on around them.
 “Hey Gumbo, you are okay right?”
Remy nodded slightly and rolled over, taking Logan’s hand in his own and tugging the stout form down to the embrace of the bed.
“Jus’ need some sleep Cher.”
Pulling back the covers, Remy slid into the chilly embrace of cotton and placed his back to Logan.  He felt odd.  It had only been a dream but something was off, something wasn’t falling into place.  Almost like he lost something but couldn’t remember where or even what he had lost.  Shaking his head he rolled it off his back.  It was most likely nothing, just the after affects of his violent dream.
Logan’s arms laced around his waist, pulling him back into the same tight hold he had fallen sleep in earlier that evening.  With a tired yawn and a contented purr, red fire eyes finally closed and Remy drifted to sleep under the watchful eye of his lover.

The issue of just where Logan and Remy were going to stay now came with the first light of dawn.  Jean and Scott found it rather…uncomfortable to listen to the two men as Logan “comforted” Remy over the past night’s explosion.  Well, at least Scott didn’t enjoy the ruckus; Jean seemed to be rather attentive to the moans echoing through the walls.  It just wouldn’t due however.  The Institute was a school first and for most and having the students go home with stories of strange sounds in the night would not go over well.  Logan had gone to talk to the professor about it and had been in there most the morning.  Remy on the other hand, still plagued with the demons from the past night, was not being sociable at all.  Up on the damp roof, his long form was draped over the soggy shingles, just watching the same blue sky that had been in his dream.  It was so odd.
He could still feel the crushing weight of Creed bearing down on him.  The taste of Logan’s blood was tainting his mouth and his heart ached with the pain of loosing him.  It had been so damn real.  Too real.  Taking in a deep breath of warm humid air, Remy was glad not to be in Canada anymore.  Of course the stay with Logan was wonderful, it had brought them together as lovers, but he hated the cold.  It had been a few months since they came back and all was well for the time being.
They moved out into the pools house, Logan and Beast had done the big stuff like a couch and Remy’s bed because it was larger then Logan’s, and Remy had saw to little things, like their clothes and personal affects.  It had gone rather smoothly really.  Though it had been Remy’s idea to move into the pools house for a little privacy, Logan never made one objection.  It lingered in Remy’s mind that Logan had only left the main manor out of embarrassment issues, but he was soon set straight on the matter when Logan had taken him in the library.  If ever a time to be caught that was it and the entire time, Remy was the only one concerned about it.

A long dead cigarette was cast off the roof side, however it didn’t fall to the ground, as gravity would demand.  Instead the small filter butt held suspended in mid air just over the side of the roof.
“Remy been wonderin’ how long you going to sit der listening to him t’ink Cher.  Don you know it ain’t polite to eavesdrop, especially on someone’s mind?”
Jean Grey hovered up over the side of the building and came to land with Remy’s cigarette butt in her palm.  She took a seat beside the young man with a pleasant smile.
“I think I skipped that lecture actually.  Forgive me Remy, I was just concerned about you.”
Jean had good taste.  Dressed in a pair of designer blue jeans and light sweater, she always looked neat and immaculately dressed in the simplest of things.  Remy didn’t look at her, rather closed those demon eyes and lifted a single knee.  The uniform over his sleek frame tightened, exposing more muscle in well shaped thighs and called Jean’s attention to the soft buldge in Remy’s pants.  At times she was ever thankful that those around her, save Xavier, couldn’t read her thoughts.
Timid smile painted her crimson mouth as she looked down fondly on the other X-Man.  Remy had an odd smile on his lips.  It seemed Jean forgot that he could feel her emotions, that ever faint spark of lust his presence had on her.  Yet he kept the reasons for the smile to himself; one didn’t live more then five years with telepaths all around and not learn how to guard his or her foremost thoughts.
“You no need worry about Gambit homme.  He just fine.”  Jean seemed to grow even more concerned with that smile and still she pressed forward.
“What was your dream about Remy?”  A slight breath drew into his lungs and hands lifted to lace in the brown fire locks that drifted down to his shoulders and fanned out over the damp roof.  He still didn’t open his eyes as the small pair of sunglasses on the tip of his nose were doing little to actually block the raze that annoyed his eyes.
“Nothin’ important Jean.  Remy jus’ got spooked by de bogy man s’all.”  Jean was hardly convinced but she smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder lightly.
“You know Remy, you my be good at keeping those telepathic walls up, but I’m not stupid.”  The man got a small laugh out of that as he forced himself up to a sit and gave a curt nod.
“Aye Cher, but you ain’t got nothin’ Remy need to chase away his bad mojo.  So jus’ leave it be eh?”  With that, the taller figure rose and slipped off the side of the building.  Remy was never one to talk about his inner workings with others, and it was only recently that he and Logan were getting mentally personal.
Striking the ground below with his feline grace and silent sure steps that could sneak up on death himself, Remy paused to cast a glance over his shoulder.  Someone was shouting in the office behind him, so loudly that he could hear it through the walls.  A single brow lifted as he realized it was Logan and Scott.
“Que maintenant?”
Brown duster was pulled tighter up around his shoulders and neck to fend off the soft chill of morning.  Okay so it was one in the afternoon but it was morning to Remy.  He had pulled on his uniform for the sake of working out today but he had decided against it when Logan was still in the Professor’s office after two hours.  Logan was a man of few words, so to first of all have him talking to Xavier for that long and now yelling at the top of his lungs at Scott, Remy knew something was amiss.
He paused out side the small chamber that served as the leader’s office.  He could hear Scott taking his voice down a bit, trying not to bring any more attention to the argument then necessary.  Remy pressed an ear to the door and closed his eyes, making his sense rely more on his hearing then site.
“You will not conduct yourself in such a manor here Wolverine.  I wont tolerate it!”  Logan snarled and Remy could tell he just threw a chair across the room by the loud shattering of wood against something glass.  Ouch, there went Scott’s trophy case.
“My personal life is my own One Eye and I ain’t gonna let none a your stuck up egotistical bull shit stand in my way.  It ain’t affectin’ the team and it ain’t affectin’ you.  Remy and I are out a here, and we got Charlie’s blessin’ so you can shove your opinion up your tight ass!”  Remy took a few swift steps back and leaned on the wall across from the door, the words “blessing” and “Out of here” ringing in his mind as the door flew open and black coal like eyes bore into him with furry.  Logan didn’t say anything as he stormed off down the hall and Remy could see a very shocked Scott Summers staring in disbelief at the open door.
Remy couldn’t help but smile at him, a small cocky grin that burned the Cajun’s pride for his lover into the man’s soul.  Weight shifted and he took fast pace after Logan.  Getting up on the man’s heels, he didn’t dare pause him or ask what all that was about, yet.  There would be a time for that and at the moment the man seemed angrier then he had ever been in all the years Remy had known him.  Wolverine’s body was giving off heat in his deep-set irritation, his teeth were clenched and his hands were balled into dangerous fists.  He didn’t even look at Remy as he made his way back to their room.  He could smell the Cajun’s spice behind him, trailing in casual pace now.  Remy had mostly figured out what had happened.  The noises this morning had been too much for Cyclopes to take and thinking he was in the right he choose to be the one to tell Logan about how swiftly the affair would end.
What didn’t make sense to Remy was the last part of what Logan said.  They were leaving?  And they had the prof’s blessing for this too.  This had Remy’s curiosity perked high and he followed like a child waiting to see what Santa had brought him.
Logan pushed open the door to their temporary room with a growl.  He would have slammed it shut if not for Remy slipping in swiftly behind him.  One large shoulder was pressed to the side of the doorframe as crimson eyes set on the other’s back.  Logan was a thick snarling Canadian and he wasn’t making the first bit of sense in his half cursed sentences.  Black hues were blazing with anger and Remy still kept silent.  The only other time he had seen Logan anything close to this angry was three weeks ago when Bobby had taken his bike without permission.  Logan’s bike was something not even Remy went near without written permission from its owner.
Finally Remy stepped inside and shut the door behind him, muscled arms folded over the red covered chest and brow lifted in silent question.  Logan paused and turned to face him, nearly snarling again but contained himself long enough to snap an explanation.
“That rat bastard is tryin’ to tell me who I can’t fuck!”  Well, Remy had been right about that part of the argument, but that wasn’t what he was interested in.  He stayed silent, watching Logan pace a hole into the floor and still waited for the rest of it.  After several minuets he finally prompted.
“An where we goin’ Cher?”  Logan’s gaze snapped up and locked deathly cold with Remy’s.  He didn’t want it to come out like this but it was a little late for that.
“We are movin’ out.  Out of the mansion and off the ground.  If ya want to that is.  Charlie said it’s okay.  He knows a few places we can get a house and still be close enough to the team when they need us.”  Black and red gaze blinked several times.  Was he hearing this right?  Logan wanted to get a place with him, just the two of them, and a house no less.  “I already looked at our accounts, we got enough to buy somethin’ nice, just the two of us and away from this bigot bull shit.”
Remy still couldn’t believe his ears.  His breath caught in his throat and though he tried to breath, he couldn’t seem to find any air no matter how large his breaths became.  His heart was thrashing in his chest as if he just got done with a thousand mile run and the room suddenly felt very warm.
“Are you sure Logan, you really wan’ ta move in with Remy and make a home together?”  It was all so huge, like more then a step forward in their relationship but a fucking leap across the grand cannon.  He couldn’t tell if he was excited or scared shitless.  Logan could smell the other’s fear, a brow rose in question to it.  He thought Remy would be thrilled with the idea, but the distinct taste of terror was in the air and made him scowl.
“Yeah Rem, just you and me.  Unless you got someone else in mind eh?”
“Non mon amour.  Jus’ you and Remy.  Sounds good.  Sounds real good.”  Logan calmed at that.  Taking a step forward and slipping his large hands on the other’s slender hips.  He pulled Remy into him with a firm yank and the Cajun smirked as all fears were laid to rest for the moment.  They met in a hard kiss, Logan’s tongue demanding entry and Remy’s lips folding under the embrace of his love.  His eyes fell shut as Logan slipped his fingers into the belt line of his uniform.  Logan was only wearing a thin black cotton T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans and Remy didn’t waste a moment as he pulled the soft material over Logan’s head.  His fingers laced in the thick hair of Logan’s chest and lightly tugged the strands, it brought a mild grunt as his locked his mouth over Remy’s again.  Both warm palms stroked over Logan’s chest and up over his shoulder, pulling him closer to rest that wide torso on Remy’s sleek uniform.  Hot blood coursed into Logan’s cock as he ground it up against the other’s hip.  The anger was turning into violent lust and he gripped the back of Remy’s thigh and lifted him off the ground.
Crimson eyes went wide and he broke the kiss to laugh roughly.  Arms encircled thick neck and Remy held on as he was taken to the small bed and placed down upon the matrices with a soft “Oof.”  Logan didn’t stop.  His anger at Scott had him riled and Remy was an easy target.  Six metallic claws escaped Logan’s knuckles as he literally tore Remy’s uniform to small shreds and pieces.  Remy held very still, not in the least concerned about those claws.  He knew Logan wouldn’t hurt him, at least not on purpose.
With a deep growl, the other stripped the last of his own clothing and took Remy’s mouth once more.  This kiss was deeper, playing with his tongue, Gambit’s lungs were open and his lover sucked the breath right from them.  Red gaze again went wide and he groaned as the burning need for oxygen began to build inside him.  The fire that consumed Logan spread as he demanded more and more of Remy’s own air.  He was writhing under the other man, his chest begging to breath and his hands clutching Logan’s hair and neck.  Forcefully parting Remy’s thighs, Logan slid in between them and ground his throbbing erection against the other’s awaiting ass.  His firm thrusting was meat in time with Remy’s; they moved together in give and take.
Remy was to the point of begging and he looked up to Logan’s eyes with a desperate need in his expression.  Logan took in a breath the breathed it into his lover’s lungs.  Remy gasped in the air and cried out into that mouth with the intimacy of it.  One breath, one heart beat, one entity now moving together in perfect rhythm.  Logan answered the cry with a soft moan and slid his hands under Remy’s plump rear.  Lifting him just slightly, he pressed the tip of his cock against puckered hole and began to gently push forward.  Remy moaned into that still attached mouth as crimson’s shut and he gave himself over into Logan’s animalistic lust.
Then there was a knock on the door.  Remy’s eyes snapped open with an angry expression, weren’t they making enough noise to tell whomever it was out side to leave them alone for a while?  The knock came again even though Logan snarled at the first one.  Great, that meant whatever it was couldn’t wait.  Half inside Remy’s tight body, Logan paused and growled deep within that heavy chest.
“What?!”  There was a pause out side, as if the person standing there was assessing if they really wanted to disturb them.  Then the soft voice of Jubilation came timidly through the wood.
“Ah…Logan…umm…there is an urgent message for you in the war room.  Storm said you would want to read it right away.  Sh…should I tell her you are coming?”  Oh lord, Remy laughed hard at the last part of that comment and threw his head back with an amused smile.  Logan just shook his head and bit down on Remy’s shoulder lightly.
“Yeah kid, I’ll be there in a sec.”  Swift steps took Jubilation from the door but both men heard her release a breath of discomfort before she went.  Logan scowled deeper and looked down at Remy.  One hard thrust sent him buried to the hilt in Remy’s prone body and Gambit cried out so loud the whole house would have been able to hear him if not for the palm Logan placed over his mouth.  The Cajun was a screamer.
Withdrawing slowly, he kissed Remy’s chin and slid out of bed to find his clothes.  His hard member was protruding from his thighs but he ignored it, it would go away with the walk to the war room.  Remy on the other hand looked like he would kill Logan for that stunt and groaned as his lover pulled out.
“Dat evil Cher.”
“Yeah I know.  But you are gonna have to get used to it.  You are going to be trapped in the same house with me after all.”  Remy smiled with that, seemingly forgiving the horrid tease.  Rolling onto his stomach, he slapped Logan’s rear as he slipped through the door, clothed but with a noticeable lump in his jeans.
 
 

TBC