Part 2

Logan groaned softly, Remy’s warm lips were traveling up his shoulder and lingering over his ear, breath tickling at his neck. The groan was slightly annoyed however; he hadn’t slept all night thanks to that letter and in fact hadn’t come to bed until about dawn. Remy had been out cold, a worried expression on his face even in sleep and Logan had felt bad for leaving him all day. Slipping into the soft bed, he wrapped Gambit up in his arms and almost immediately fell to sleep. Now that velvet mouth was teasing over his ear and tingling his senses awake when all he wanted to do was sleep through the day.

After a low growl, the nibbling stopped and Logan began to ease back into sleep. Yet a moment later, he felt those same heated lips wrap around his limp member and began to suckle and lick its tip. Black eyes slowly opened and he groaned louder as Remy began to engulf him. Irritated but by no means about to stop him, Logan took his hands in the thief’s hair and stroked back the silky locks of red brown. That was all Remy needed to plunge his mouth over the other’s cock; suckling harder as he purred between the older man’s thighs. Logan lifted his knees and tossed back his head, another low growl leaving him in a hiss of exhaled breath.

“Come on Rem, let me sleep.” The words were hushed and horse, laced with the desire for rest and lust of his lover. Yet Gambit wouldn’t stop, at least not until Logan was begging for it. Then he would leave the man panting and moaning just like he had been left yesterday afternoon. Suckling harder with that sinfully wonderful mouth, Logan chocked on his own breath and arched his back up slightly. Remy had the most beautiful mouth and the boy knew how to use it too. Half asleep, with none of his defenses in place, Logan was prone and vulnerable to anything Remy was going to throw at him. Then that mouth began to move up and back his shaft and Logan about lost all hold on reality. Harder thrusts sent his cock deeper into the other’s mouth, touching the back of his throat before it slid down with a soft hug of the muscle.

Remy moaned and sent millions of small vibrations up Logan’s spine, calling him arch higher and near gasp for air. Remy smiled to himself, drawing on him as his free hand cupped the tightening sac and gave a light tug to push Logan high in his lust. His breaths were coming in large pants, near the verge of gasps and his throbbing flesh between Remy’s lips was shuddering from the pure bliss of it all. Remy pulled back and smiled as he flicked and kissed the leaking head of the other’s cock; wickedly taunting the under side with soft nibbles and more lavish attention.

“Remy…please don’t tease me.” With an evil smile he slipping from the covers and sat up on the bed.

“Let dat be a lesson to you Cher. It not nice to tease Gambit.” He moved to rise and slip away before Logan could get his wits about him. However, Wolverine had a different idea in mind. Lunging from the bed with a feral growl, Logan pounced his lover to the ground. Remy blinked back in shock but his shock soon turned to a loud cry when Logan thrust the first few inches of his cock into the male’s ass. Both having hit the floor with a firm thud, Logan pinned Remy under him and in one swift motion, pried his thighs apart. The forced intercourse brought Remy to melt, the need to be taken, dominated, pushed past his limits was so heavy that Logan could smell it on him.

He bucked up against the invasion, groaning more so when Logan snapped his teeth around Remy’s ear and tugged hard. His cock slick with Remy’s own attentions, Logan didn’t hesitate to drive the rest deep into his lover’s tight body. He didn’t know how Remy could be so tight after the several months of near none stop sex, but some how the mutant managed it and Logan adored it. Another rough thrust sent him to the hilt and he had to place his hand over Remy’s mouth to keep him from screaming out in pleasure. The other thrashed under him, trying to get away from the hard intrusion but Logan wouldn’t allow it. He took Remy’s hands and pulled them behind his back, growling his dominance in the youth’s ear as he did so.

Remy whimpered, throwing back his head as he felt his cock swell to enormous proportions. He craved this, the rough heat of Logan’s body pressing down on him, his body forced to obey the other man’s wishes and being helpless to do anything about it, even if he wanted to. The soft sounds of need and frustration Remy was given off were driving Logan insane with his own lust and soon enough he found a swift pace inside the boy’s body. Thrusting harder and harder with each movement of hips, he would lick and suckle Remy’s neck, shoulder, and ears. Every now and then getting too involved and biting down on the softer flesh until it bled fire crimson. Such bites were met with a muffled sorry from the one atop and a mumbled groan from the one below. Yet it didn’t stop Logan from lapping up the small pools of blood and purring as the hot spice took over his senses.

Remy was bucking up against Logan with need he had never felt before, the white flames licking his insides and begging to be unleashed on both men. Logan was mad with his own lust, the tired fatigue of his body burned nearly as much as the raw fire in his groin and with another deep thrust he released a thick load into Remy’s wanting body. Remy arched, howling into Logan’s palm as every muscle went tight and he gasped for air. They both road a hard orgasm, shuttering and trembling against one another as Remy wept into the coming dawn.

Several long moments later, Logan came to fall atop the youth’s thinner frame, panting and groaning as he licked a few of the still open wounds on Remy’s shoulder. Releasing his arms, Logan just lay over the tired form below, their breaths matching in perfect unison. Remy hardly moved other then that quick breathing that was beginning to slow, he was so high at the moment, Juggernaut could have come crashing in the window and he wouldn’t have noticed. Logan pressed his forehead against Remy’s shoulder, flooding his hot breath along the small sheen of sweat that covered Gambit’s throat. It was a perfect moment and he wouldn’t trade anything for it.

Now, more exhausted then ever, Logan finally pulled himself off the other man. Helping him to rise and get back on the bed. Remy kissed him lightly, lazily and missed half his mouth as he attempted, but soon fell into the awaiting bed with a grunt. He smiled up to Logan as he pulled back the covers and slid in with him. Remy stayed silent, pulling up to Logan’s side. The older mutant was already half asleep again as a heavy arm came around his lover. Dark hues fell shut, just about the time Remy had worked up enough nerve to speak.

“What was dat message ‘bout Cher?” Logan grunted, a simple response that meant he didn’t want to talk about it; at least not at the moment anyway. But Gambit perused the matter. The best time to get anything from Wolverine was when he was tired. His guard was down and he didn’t watch what he said in the least. “Come on Cher, you never kept nothin’ from Remy before. Tell him what’s got you all upset you can’t come ta bed at a reasonable hour.”

“It’s nothin’ Rem. Just an old friend died. Just got me thinkin’ about old times.” Remy blinked and thought a moment. He wasn’t sure if that was the whole story but he was content with that for the time being.

“Sorry to ‘ear that Logan. If you wan’ talk about it, you know Remy here for you.” Logan gave a slight nod before he yawned and pulled Gambit closer. His face buried in the other’s soft locks and captured the closest ear, giving that too a hard tug.

“S’ok. Go to sleep darlin’ or go away so I can hmm?” The teasing tone made Remy smile and he was more then willing to sleep in. Curling up closer to his wolf like lover, demon eyes closed and he met Logan’s flesh with a tender kiss.

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“Remy Love dis one Cher. It perfect!” Logan groaned softly and bit down hard on Remy’s ear lobe.

“Hush kid, the point is not to get taken to the cleaners.” Remy blinked a few times then got the meaning, looking over to the young black couple that had dollar signs in their eyes.

“Oops.” Logan just drew in a breath and shook his head. The kid has been nothing but smiles and happy cheer. Most the X-Men thought Remy had taken some happy pills and never came down. Logan liked it; it was a welcome change from the misery and pain they had to deal with in the real world. The Prudential agent was smiling at them, a dark haired woman with small blue bags under her eyes. Logan noticed the smelled of children and bad narcotics. Most likely would kill herself if she didn’t’ sell this house and get a little self-respect in doing so.

With a small smile, Logan gave her a nod. The house was perfect for them. A small loft over the living room would be a wonderful place for a small office, maybe even a small work out room. Either way it was a nice little alcove. The master bedroom was huge, ceiling fan and two large bay windows on both outer walls. The cathedral ceiling was carried into the living room where tow very tall windows stretched up high enough for those in the loft to look out of them and watch the surf roll in against the rocks. The only thing separating the large kitchen and living room was a long marble island with the stove on it. There was an extra guest room, and another small room that could be turned into one of many other things.

Remy smiled as Logan gave the okay. He couldn’t wait to try out the Jacuzzi tub in the Master bathroom. That thing was big enough for four people, and the basement with it’s wet bar and entertainment center, and the pool table the people wanted to leave behind would be great for get togethers. Taking his arm from Remy’s hip, Logan followed Janise, the agent, into the kitchen to work on paper work. It would take a few days but soon their address would be 1764 Rolling Meadows St. Westchester NY. Remy watched the thickly muscled figure go but not before he paid a small kiss of gratitude to his warm cheekbone.

Turning on his heel, he made his way toward the basement. The basement was gorgeous. He had half a mind to turn it into their bedroom but he knew Logan would rather the large windows. The hard wood floors and the thick crimson carpet that shared the room were so elegant he wanted to just lie down and bask in the happy emotions that played his mind. The bar would have to be stocked and he would have to get a few nice bottles of wine for cooking in that splendid and large kitchen, but everything was coming together. Everything was getting perfect. Too perfect.

The basement door creaked and Logan’s voice soon came to call Remy up. He trotted up the steps and smiled warmly to both Janise and the young couple before he took the pen Logan was holding and jotted down his name on a few forms.

“So why you folks leavin’ a place like dis eh?” The young women smiled and pat her stomach gently.

“We are expecting twins and we want more room for them to grow up.” Remy smiled at that and signed the last of the papers as he pushed the black glasses up on his nose a bit. He wasn’t sure how the owners would take selling their home to a mutant, let alone a gay one, as they were already aware. With the last of the first bit done, he righted himself and gave a nod.

“Hope it go well for you den homme.” Janise took the papers and smiled to them both before escorting Logan and his lover out the door. The inspection and appraisal would all come in the next few days and then they would be allowed to set a closing date. Remy was thrilled.

“I love it Logan. It’s perfect non?” It was only recently, over the past week or so that Remy had dropped his third person dialect with Logan, however it was with Logan only. It made him more personally involved to say I, actually admit that it was him who wanted. Logan just smirked and pulled a half used cigar to his lips as he started the jeep.

“You better kid, it’s costing most our savings.”

“Bah, dat don matter. It got de one t’ing any house gone have.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“You, Mon amour.”

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“Logan?” Ororo’s voice came from the den of the pool house as Logan was closing up one of the many boxes they were moving. The House would close tomorrow and they would start moving in that afternoon. Logan, surprising even to himself, was looking forward to the move more and more with ever passing moment. The past few days had not been easy. Scott was still out raged over the matter and it was driving a spike between he and the rest of the team. The only ones that seemed to agree with him at all were Bobby, Rogue and the newer recruit Jubilation. However Rogue little say in the matter. She had given up all rights to Gambit in New Orleans and Remy hadn’t had a second thought about it since.

“Yeah ‘ro, I’m in here.” Logan called from the second story as he came down the steps with two more boxes.

“Forgive the intrusion, but you have another urgent call coming through to the war room.” Logan looked at her with a lifted brow. It had been three weeks since that matter and he had no idea what could be coming through now. He gave a slight nod and thanked her before setting the boxes down and whipping his forehead with the back of his arm. Remy came slicking in the door after she left and looked rather puzzled to see Logan with that creased brow and worried look returned.

“Wha’…” He was cut off in his question as Logan shot him a rather irritated look and stormed off past him. Remy was left to just blink and hold the lost expression on his face. With a casual shrug he went up stairs to finish packing up his things. Logan would tell him sooner or later what was wrong, that or he would fuck it out of him. One way or the other Remy’s mind would be put at ease later.

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“Fuck! No, worse then fuck. Why now? Now of all times!” Logan’s fist slammed into the consol and the bored gave with a loud crack. The sound brought Storm to investigate and as the war room doors slid open she looked form the broken panel to Logan’s bleeding hand.

“What is wrong Logan?” He only growled and looked to her with that same irritated snarl that he had given Remy. Pulling his gaze away from his teammate he snarled and thrust his fist into the consol again. If he was going to get into shit for breaking it he was going to break it good. The small but deep scratches on his hand healed almost the moment they were made but that wasn’t good enough. He wanted more, he wanted the pain, something to take his mind from what he had to do, from what he had to deal with.

Storm could see the rage building in him and took a half step forward, placing a hand to his shoulder and attempting to calm him. Logan shrugged her off and thundered past her out of the room. Ororo was left with the broken equipment and a lost expression. Something was on the rise, something that it seemed not even Logan was ready to tackle.