Logan couldn't understand it, he had been working long into the nights, with
little sleep, little food and a hell of a lot of worry, and still he could
find nothing on Kako. It was like she had just vanished. Even the one that
called for him to come here, the letter that said they were holding her,
nothing had come to light yet, even after these three days of searching. He
hadn't called the manor, he hadn't had the guts. If he were to find another
female voice on the line he would most likely loose it again and he had no
other excuses for the mountain of feathers that had been left behind in the
wake of his last anger rampage. The maid had turned him in and he claimed
not to know a thing about the tattered left overs of those many....many
pillows. Thus he was left alone with this mystery and the simple fact that
his personal life, what little he pretended to have, was falling down around
his feet.

Where had she gone, if she wasn't dead, then who had her? And why in the
dark realms were they making him come here if they didn't want something from
him? The letter had said, plan and simple:
"I have Kako. Come get her now and she might be in one piece."
If that weren't bad enough, the letter before hand had said she was dead.
Logan didn't know which to believe. Was she being held hostage or was she
already dead and some fool was using her death as bait? It made no sense at
all. Two days spent in the streets, following leads and looking around for
any word that someone was looking for him, or her for that matter. Nothing.
The last day spent looking through old pictures, old files with long dead
memories. Some made him smile, others made him hurt and open wounds that had
long since been forgotten if not sealed.

Logan sat silent, stout legs drawn up close to his chest and his arm draped
over one thick knee, his naked back was slightly pressed into the cool silk
that covered one of the new pillows and the bright light of the moon was
glittering down on his tan flesh. A pair of cotton boxers were resting low
on his hips, a half smoked cigar in the ash tray beside the bed, and a
watered down glass of bourbon from the afternoon. The ice had long since
melted and made the hard drink foul. Yet that didn't stop him from downing
it. He really couldn't taste it at all, there was too much rambling in his
mind at the moment to see, taste, or feel and thing other then the ache in
his chest. The picture in his free hand was something he had long forgotten.
 

Kako was a lovely woman. Long black hair, silky and shinny with such a
delicate smell of orchids that made a man's mind float. Her eyes were as
rich and dark as forest green you could loose your mind when the sunlight
caught them and reflected that soft ruby smile. She held such a power to
calm with such a gentle and cool touch that Logan could still feel it
stroking his cheek. Gods, it had been years, ten, twenty? He lost count so
long ago. The time had even erased just why he had left. Sure he had loved
Kako, he was even close to making her his wife once. It was just not meant
to be, like so many things in Logan's life. He could almost smell that soft
hint of orchid but it didn't have the same affect on him as it used to. All
he could think about was that demon eyed bastard that was no doubt up to his
neck in female perfume and lace. God damn that Cajon and his lebedo.

Logan tried not to think about it. The house, Gambit, or even the carefree
playfulness of the woman's voice when she picked up. Just slightly out of
breath, just slightly flustered. It boiled his blood to even picture the two
rolling about the sheets, Remy moaning as she ran her nails along his back.
Why? Was his crime really so great that Remy would never forgive him?

A deep snarl suddenly bubbled to the surface and Logan thrust the empty glass
across the room to shatter against the far wall. The glass burst out over
the ground, the jagged pieces scattered in every direction and if not for the
large brown suitcase before him, the shards would have torn Remy's clothing
to ribbons.
"Mon Due! What de glass ever do to you cher?"
Logan looked up with a startled expression. One that faded into that
demanding anger in milliseconds.
"Ah..." there were a hundred things on his mind and not one of them he
wanted to say aloud. Logan was simply too pissed off to say any of them.
Remy had earned himself the silent treatment. The lengthy mutant only
grinned. He knew that expression well on his lover. He knew that his prank
alone was going to be enough to get him that look and showing up here
unannounced was only going to lengthen the sentence.

Unable to resist it, he set the suitcase down, alone with his duffle bag and
came to stand before the massive bed. Logan looked away, out the balcony
windows that still had the curtains pulled back to allow the light of that
full moon to slither through. Arms folded over his chest, he snarled under
his breath. He was two seconds from launching himself across the king sized
bed, but to do what to the brave man was unclear. He couldn't decide if he
wanted to kill Remy, or kiss him. There was simply too much on his thoughts.
"I know Cher. You wan' Gambit to stay home. But you forget dat we aint got
a home. Not since you up and left him with not'ing."
That was all it took to send Logan into a full out argument. His gaze lifted
with an almost audible snap as that hard lip on his right side pulled up into
a dark snarl.
"Why you son of a..."
However it seemed Remy was far ahead of him. The rogue thrust himself across
the bed. His slender but built form was like a pouncing jungle cat and with
the slightest thrust of powerful thighs he had made it across the couch
before Logan had time to react. The thicker male was thrust hard into the
head bored, denting the wall behind as Lebeau locked his deadly hands above
his head. Logan still had his legs however and both knees kicked up into
Remy's stomach. However Gambit was ready for that too. The moment the
weight under him shifted, he pivoted his hips and slipped right between the
hairless knees of his older companion.

Logan snarled and bucked his hips up, but Remy had the perfect leverage over
him and he was firmly pinned to the large flat surface. Logan was insane
with anger. His hips thrashed, his hands tugged and yanked at Remy's grip to
no avail. He kicked and thrashed like a wild animal, every word coming from
his lips was a snarl or growl, sputtered with such contempt and hatred that
Gambit was almost taken aback. Yet through it all he kept that dark smile,
that cocky attitude and air about him that meant he was in charge this time,
he was boss and he wasn't going to let Logan go even if it killed them both.
"Das it petit. You make a big show for Remy, you make him feel wanted real
good." Logan's dark eyes flared with anger that seemed to only grow with the
idea that Gambit was getting a kick out of this, he was enjoying Logan's rage
and helplessness. Logan had never been helpless, he had never been taken by
surprise either and the thought that Remy was not only the one person that
could get under his skin and drive him insane, but also the one person that
could hold him and keep him there was something almost frightening.

Remy must have seen this in those dark eyes, for his smile left him and with
great care he leaned in to press his mouth to the strong column of Logan's
throat. Sealing his lips over the pulse point and biting lightly before
those plush lips began to draw and tongue began to softly lick. Logan's
chest, heaving with hard breaths began to calm, puzzled if nothing else in
the other's actions. Remy's mouth moved upward, sealing over the jaw line
and lightly biting a soft path down the side and up his chin. There he laced
his lips with Logan's and in the puzzled haze of anger and lust to the
familiar lips, Logan returned the firm kiss. He fought harder at the hands
that held him and reluctantly, Remy let one go. That lethal palm came to cup
the back of Remy's head, fingers lacing in his hair and balling a fist of the
soft locks as Logan pulled the other into a renewed kiss.

He felt his thighs parting more, his hips pressing up into the growing
arousal above him and groaning into that lush mouth as Remy rolled his weight
against Logan's growing erection. Then something within him snapped and the
anger flooded out the bliss of touch. That hand on Gambit's head yanked him
back as Logan now had enough room to move them. Remy was thrust over onto
his back as Wolverine mounted him, his legs now used to lock Remy's thighs
together and pin him down in a similar manor.
"Bastard! Why are you here? I told you to stay home." His voice was
raspier then before, laced with the need to feel that mouth wrapped around
his cock and listen to the loud moans that Remy made when he came. But for
now, at this moment, some things needed to be answered.

It took a few moments for Remy to recover. He was far too easily swept up in
his own emotions and lust to think and with the new pose below his aggressive
lover, his mind was far from the ability to form words. Black red eyes
lifted to view the hurt and rage that was baring down on him, one hand still
free, it now lifted, slowly, to cup Logan's face. Part of him wanted to lean
into the soft affection, another wanted to pull away, so he did nothing,
nothing but sit there on Remy's thighs and wait for some retort.
"And where the fuck have those lips been?" A slight smirk touched Remy's
mouth, as the last part filtered through his fog. Amanda..or was is Sarah?
He couldn't remember the girls name, nor did he want to. But it seemed his
little farce had the desired effect.

"She aint no body Logan. I never do dat to you. Never have, never will.
Jus' a little Lebeau revenge eh? You did leave Remy to de sharks of de loan
office. It wasn't easy to find you 'nither." Logan let out a breath he
hadn't realized he was holding. The girl was a set up. Something to do just
what it had, eat at him. His vice like grip on the other's hair loosened,
his fingers smoothing out the strands as he looked, almost skeptically down
on his lover.
"I wouldn't do that again if I were you." Remy just smiled slightly and
rolled his hips upward into Logan's parted thighs. His still rather large
erection was now throbbing and straining against his slacks, his white silk
shirt was stretched and torn from a few buttons, exposing a bit of golden
flesh. Logan gave a muffled grunt to the action. His own cock was painfully
hard and those small patches of skin were begging to be touched, caressed,
and above all feasted on. The rest of the questions and protest could wait,
he desperately wanted to feel Remy's body wrapped around his own.

Thick arms laced around the thinner man's torso, pulling him up as Logan bent
and he pressed either lips together in a hungry and possessive embrace. Remy
moaned against the hard mouth and lifted his hands to stroke through the
almost course hair as he arched his body up into the firm mass of Logan's
body. The heavier male pitched forward, grinding his hard length against the
other's and pulling his lips away only long enough to seek out that violently
thumping pulse point on Remy's neck. Biting down on the heated spot, just
shy of breaking the skin, Logan growled again. This time without anger but a
fire like need that was consuming his every thought and feeling. The anger
excited them both, the emotions were so tangled that lust was the only thing
they could both agree on at the moment.

The cotton of Logan's boxers was strained against his cock, a small circle of
wetness forming at the tip of his cock where the needy precum was already
seeping out. Depositing Remy on the bed once more, both fists of claws were
unleashed in a metallic slicing sound. Remy gasped but more out of
excitement then fear. His need for the rough moments were just as powerful
as the need for the tender ones. Metal slashed at his trousers, ripping them
like they were nothing but air. The shreds were yanked and jerked away
before a single claw on each hand was used to slice open Remy's briefs and
those too were jerked away from his hips. Remy unbuttoned his shirt as Logan
worked to rid him of the last of the brown kaki pants, it too finding a place
on the floor with the rags. As his cock was freed from the white cotton
briefs, he gave a deep throated grunt and arched up into the slight chill of
the late winter air. The crisp smell of winter and coming spring was leaking
through the open balcony and wafting over them like some strange
intoxication.

Logan couldn't get enough of Remy's flesh. The mix of spice, sweat, and that
certain flavor that was all Remy Lebeau made his mind go numb to all else.
Dark eyes came to focus on that lengthy cock and he suck swiftly to lap his
tongue over the weeping tip. This brought a strangled groan to Gambit's lips
and his back to arch high up off the bed. That plush mouth parted and his
moans grew in volume as Logan sunk his hot mouth over the hard throbbing
shaft and drew like a starving man. Remy could hardly breath. His hips gave
a weak thrust up into that blissful mouth and one hand gripped tight into the
locks of black hair. Logan took him fully, swallowing him down his throat
and playing his tongue over the spiced flesh with a talent he hadn't known he
possessed. All he wanted in all the world was to lay here and watch this
beautiful creature below him, this perfect mold of male, muscle, and grace
that drove him completely and totally insane, writhe in lust and orgasmic
bliss.

However Remy was just not the type to take all the pleasure. He tugged at
Logan's hair, trying desperately to pull that wonderful mouth from his cock.
Logan growled, not wanting to give up the flesh that pulsed between his lips
but after another hard tug and a muffled request, he drew his lips from
around Remy's cock and began a swift path up the other's chest. Shifting his
pose, Logan slid a leg between Remy's thighs so both of them could open a bit
more. Once he was high enough to reach, Remy yanked on those blue black
boxers and pulled them half way down his lover's thighs. Freeing the thick
length within, he wasted no time wrapping his fingers around the base and
jerking hard on the stem. Logan groaned and lowered to take a round nipple
in his mouth, suckling and biting on the tender flesh as he flicked the tip
with his tongue. The action brought another pur from Remy's throat as he
placed both warm palms around the thick shaft and began to work the head and
base of Logan's needy cock. Large drops of precum hit his lower stomach,
dripping off Logan's tip in a steady stream.

Logan was too close to release. Like his lover, he was already on edge, thus
he pulled back and removed Remy's warm hands from his cock and sat back on
his calves. Large hands took hold Gambit's hips and yanked him forward, then
swiftly spun him onto his stomach across the bed. He had expected as much,
Logan liked to manhandle Remy and chance he got and though the rough play
igniting Remy's lust, it also made him feel possessed and protected. Though
he nor Logan would ever admit to it, both loved the protective feeling they
got in one another's arms.

Ridding himself of those damnable boxers, Logan slid up between Remy's
already parted thighs. The Cajon welcomed him with a slight rise in that
pert round ass, his own heavy sac and cock resting comfortably in the folds
of silk below him. Logan was forced to pause a moment, looking down at the
gorgeous being below him, arched, ready, wanting and highlighted in blue
white moon light like a sexual god. His cock twitched and his need to come
increased ten fold. With a growl of want he leaned over and sunk his sharp
teeth into the back of Remy's neck, pushing the brown blaze hair as he did
so. Remy groaned, leaning back into the bite and the feel of that hot sex
against his inner thighs. Logan's hands ran along Remy's arms, pulling them
up over his head and scrapping his nails as he went. Lebeau's shoulders
tensed, his back rippling as the muscle tightened and then loosened as Logan
released his neck. Again feeling owned, Remy purred, pressing up into the
hard cock that rest close to his opening.

Logan couldn't wait any longer, the rush of that hard body under him and the
heat that radiated off Gambit's flesh were just too powerful to ignore any
longer. Pressing the tip of his cock to Remy's entrance, he paused to slip
his hand under the other's hips and lift his pert rear just a little more.
Turning to look over his shoulder, Remy nestled back against Logan's hips,
lifting as desired and relaxing his body to except the immense length he
didn't think he would ever get used to. It was one swift thrust and Logan
was imbedded about half way inside him. Remy gasped, arching off the bed in
a feline motion and groaning out his pleasure and pain.

Logan met him in that groan. The heat that raced up his body and made his
cock throb all the harder was enough to send him over the edge. Yet he held
himself there, refusing to move in danger of loosing his control. Remy's
moans and pulsing walls were driving him insane. The lengthy rock hard lover
was pulling him deeper, pushing back and arching so that he could slid the
rest of the thick length within him.
"Ya greedy slut." And with the comment he popped Remy's ass with a firm blow
of his palm. The other bucked forward. Always enraged with the sexual talk
and more so with those random pops Logan gave him in the middle of sex.
Pulling himself up onto his knees and elbows, Gambit made a sound he knew
drove Logan mad; something between a needy whimper and a growl of challenge.
It worked yet again and Logan snarled as he slammed forward and lodged
himself deep inside that hot canal. Lebeau cocked on his own moan as Logan
bent over him and began to violently thrust back and forth. Each hard pump
brought new and louder sounds to tease at Remy's lips. Each powerful press
forward bringing them both toward climax.

Remy was first. As Logan bent over him and suck his teeth into the other's
tender shoulder, he bucked up and slammed deep into Remy's arched body. His
lips parting in another strangled moan he felt Logan's hand embrace his
ragging cock and yank down on him with a firm force. The same moment Logan's
thick length struck his gland and Remy cried out with his own release. Hot
splashes of seed erupted from his cock, striking his chest and the bed, also
covering Logan's palm in the salty liquid. The tight embrace on his cock
brought Logan swiftly behind. The writhing form below and the throbbing ache
in his heavy balls combined to send him pulsing and groaning his hard
release. With each deep pump forward he gave way to another load of come
until all he could do was pant. Falling over top of Remy's already exhausted
body, the two sought blindly for one another's lips, sealing them together in
a gentle but firm kiss before Logan slowly pulled from within Remy's relaxed
body.

Both were covered in a sheen of sweat, both panting hard and trying to get a
grip on reality through their lustful hazes. Remy soon turned and opened his
tapered arms to allow Logan to fall into them; which he did the moment it was
offered. Their lips met again in a clumsy kiss before Logan finally opened
his dark eyes and nuzzled his head into the damp strands of Remy's soft hair.
He took hold of the other's perfectly shaped ears and gently tugged on it,
mindful of his sharp teeth. His hand raked over Gambit's chest, tugging
lightly at the dusting of brown blaze hair. With a slight smirk, Remy
purred. His demon eyes came open when Logan tugged roughly on his nipple,
the same one that bore Logan's teeth marks. The two met in a light smile
before Logan pulled himself up off the bed and stumbled toward the bathroom.
 

About ten minuets later he reemerged, carrying with him a small cup of water
which he set on the night stand beside the dozing Cajun. Remy's dark eyes
slowly opened and he looked to the cup with a kind smile. Logan always
brought him water when he had something to say, and Remy was hoping that it
would be about why he was here in the first place. Lifting from the bed, he
took the cup in his hand and rolled up to rest his back against the head
board. A moment was taken to look over the shambles of clothing that were
scattered over the room. He couldn't help the smile that painted his lips,
Logan had a way of leaving his mark.

"How did you find me Swamp rat?" Remy was brought from his thoughts with a
blink and a glance to his lover. That hadn't been what he was expecting but
he knew the question was going to arise sooner or later.
"It not easy to find you Cher, but Remy have a few Aces up his sleeve."
"I wanna know Rem." Lebeau was going to try and slip out of this with his
cocky smile and a good blow job, or that had been the plan before he had seen
just how beautiful Logan had looked sitting there, enraged in the moon light.
Now he had nothing to distract the man and the truth was a bit embarrassing.
"Well, if you must know Logan, I asked around. It not dat hard to spot a
five foot three man with looks like yours. Especially when de ladies fancy
you so much." He through in the teasing comment and a wink to keep the mood
light. Logan smirked but pressed on. True he was a rather memorable face in
a crowd of the more normal, but that didn't explain the hotel.
"And this place?"
"Dat was de hard part. No tellin' where you go after you get off de plane.
Took me all day to find you here. Remy still got it, no?"
"Mmm." It was all Logan would give, but the slight smile on his face was a
comfort.
"Why did you come here? I told you to stay at the Manor."
"When Remy ever listen to you Cher? Besides, you need me. I can help with
whatever has you up here. I know you wouldn' be here unless it was real
important, das why I forgive you 'bout de house. What aint so easy to
swallow is you Not trustin' me wit' dis. Dat hurt Logan." Logan went
silent, looking down into the sheets and then out the balcony's open doors.
The cool evening air was teasing over his skin and with the slight dampness
from their love making, Remy was chilled into a slight shiver. Seeing such,
Logan stretched out over the bed and came to lay beside him, his back to the
on coming breeze. "Well Cher, what you got to say for yourself?" Logan drew
in a breath and met Remy's gaze. It wasn't easy, but he swallowed and told
him the story of Kako.

TBC
Authors note: I am doing my best to get this story out there. I really
don't have the time to proofread and go over it a lot so I apologize for
misspellings and/or wrong word usage. Please bare with me as I try to
balance work, college, life, and of course, my fics. Thank you, Xadith