Title: Drag Fest (i know it sucks but bear with me, would ya?)
Author: Nikki (psycholilith)
E-mail: psycholilith@yahoo.com
Rating: Nc-17
Content: your average PWP
Distribution: Sure, just ask me (Lu, want it? It's yours)
Characters: Logan and Remy (expected anyone else??), a bit of
Jubilee and Kitty and mentions of Piotr.
Genre: slash
Disclaimer: Do I have to? *Nikki pouting .. really?? *pouts harder …
alright, alright, I don't own any of them, and if I did, trust me I
wouldn't be doing this. And yes, I would share ;)
Summary: Do you need one???
Author's notes: Well, here I go. May gave me a list (one of
her `bright' ideas) and ask me to do a fic with them .. it wasn't
that bad, but she's too damn pushy. Here's the list and just for you
to know, they were quite easy: back writing, dirty talk, conscious,
kamasutra, dildo, gloves, bicycle, carpet, skittles, Britney Spears
(do you realize how wicked she truly is?), bunny sleepers, bet,
corset, stilettos, pigeons, Polaroid, make up, wax.
Note to May: I added some stuff and the Pedigree .. couldn't help
but write about him, I know you hate him .. tsktsk, but I LOVE
Triple H ;). Hope you like it and forgive me if their accents suck
Another Note: This is for you to hold on while i write some more on
The Seven Keys saga :O)
Drag Fest

Remy's POV

Alrigh'! Now I've heard everyding, not only I'm half conscious lyin'
on de livin' room's carpet, with an empty bottle of scotch, but I
actually have t' listen Kitty on de phone, dirty talkin' with Piotr.

The remote's in my hands, flickin' through channels. "So, I'm all
tied up with a dildo up my ass, what next you big Russian God?"
Fuck! Dat's one mental picture I DID NOT want "Yes and you're cock
rubbing my wet sex, oh yeah!" de small whimper comin' from Shadowcat
r getting' on my nerves, she's a walkin' contradiction. I mean, come
on!!!!! She's havin' phone sex .. on her pjs and her FUCKIN' BUNNY
SLEEPERS!!!

"Kitty, y' dink y' can go t' y'r room and finish y'r sex
conversation dere?" I casually ask, for reply I got a glare and her
sticking her tongue.

Goin' back t' her conversation and throwin' a pillow at me, de lil'
girl was bein' annoyin' as hell "If Logan could hear y'"

"Logan would be proud of her" de low growl greeted my hears, makin'
my dick stirrin' response "I thought she was y'r baby" my eyes never
leavin' de scream, tough how I had my back on de sofa.

"Nah, she's grown and I can't help it" de Canadian settled down on
de couch "Wan some?"

He offered me de red bag he was holdin' "Skittles? R' y' nuts?" his
big shoulders shrugged, de bag still on my site "Haven't lived till
ya've tasted the Rainbow"

His comment made me laugh "And den what? Y'r goin' t' sit with Drake
and share make up secrets?" a low chuckle, I took some candies and
tossed dem in my mouth "only t' keep him quiet while I beat the shit
out o' him" he added.

We kept watchin' de TV, til a commercial aired "For all the brave of
heart, the fisrt Drag Fest on Salem Center. Tonight at midnight,
Devil's Cave" a soft warmth around my throat "Up fer it, Gumbo?"

"Quoi?" my semi drunk self snapped back t' reality and shot a glance
at him, carefully eyeing at Kitty who was still engrossed on her
conversation with Piotr, now discussing over which position on the
Kamasutra suited dem. Logan musta got bored waiting for my answer
cause he tapped my shoulder "Oh ummm, I dunno. What do y' wear for
dat t'ing?"

A grin appeared on his lips "Ya'll see" then all o' de sudden we
heard soft moans and we turn to see Kitty Pryde, nope, not her. Then
we look at de TV.

Ohhhh, de pop slave "Wha' `bout dressed like t'at?" de furry beast
chuckles and my red on black eyes grow wide.

"Her? Fuck her!" was all my pride could manage t' say.

"yer crazy? Britney Spears? Only if she grows a ten inch cock in the
next few seconds" now my eyes almost pop out o' deir orbs "For
leverage"

I gulp, afraid of what I'm getting from him "So, ya'll come with me
t' t'e cave" tough it was supposed t' be a question, it sounded hell
like an order. Typical Logan! "Wair here"

Dat tone, it made my body tremble, fidgeting with my gloved fingers
I opted t' get up and walk t' de main hall "Evening young LeBeau"
ohh, dos is home, he walks in with Trish Tilby and his bicycle "how
was y'r ride on de hills Hank?"

"Relaxing and a vital injection, just what I have been needing all
along" he's big blue arm pulled de petite woman and walked her t'
his lab.

I run my fingers through my hair, the soft fabric of my gloves felt
like silk on my skull "Remy? Get in here" dat deep growl again, I
look up and Logan's holdin' a bag.

He nods towards Charles' office and he lets me inside, placin' de
bag on one o' de couches "Strip fer me boy" an order, again.

First I remove my old duster, then my black sweater "Stop" he leans
forward and unfastens my belt, takin' it off. While he's tossin' it
aside, he bends over and removes my boots "Now, lie on the desk"

My eyebrow cocks on a questionin' effect "Charles isn't coming any
time soon" I nod and lie down. Once I'm done, he pulls my legs
closer t' de edge and places each one on a chair "Don't move or
ya'll get hurt" again I nod. Logan walks t' de couch, where de bag
is lyin' and rummages through it. I can't see what he's holldin'.

"Yer gonna be a good boy?" he purrs on my ear, a small whimper
escapes my lips "I know ya will" I feel a cloth on my eyes .. a
scarf is blindin' me.

His wet tongue is lickin' his way from my earlobe, through my jaw
line onto my neck. He moves down t' my chest, where my nipples r
already hard from de excitement "Very responsive my pet" he tugs dem
and nibbles, and bites and licks, basically he's drivin' me insane.

Movin' on, he leaves my hard nubs and makes his way t' my flat
stomach, lickin' every single inch. Den de contact is lost and I
feel his pal rubbin' it instead "Trust me" he pours someding, I feel
a burnin' sensation. I hiss, what the hell?? .. wax!! Dat connard is
waxin' me!! De hot fluid is bein' smeared through my low abdomen,
just a lil' above my faded blue jeans' waistband.

De jeans are very low, so de wax covers some of my pubic hair, which
I think dat's what he wants. I feel someding bein' placed on top o'
it, patches. And I swear I can see Logan smirkin' . I'm squirmin'
under his ministrations, all of de sudden he pulls de patch and a
piercin' sensation shots my body, both pain and pleasure.

He soothes it with ice cubes and his tongue, Logan repeats de action
a couple o' time and de he pulls me up, placin' me on his lap while
he sits in de chair "Well done, babe" he removes de blindfold and I
can see dose baby blue eyes.

"Merci beaucoup" I kiss de tip of his nose "Now, what y' got for
Remy?"

Wolverine gets me off his lap and walks t' de bag showin' me a black
corset with matching stilettos "I though ya could wear this under
your own clothes" he grinned and gave me de corset "Naughty
Wolverine"

I put on the clothin', havin' him tighten it for me "ya look damn
sexy with that" his tongue traces the outline of my mouth and his
hands cup my ass.

After puttin' on de black stilettos and coverin' dem with my jeans,
I redress with de sweater and de duster "What about y'?" I ask him,
havin' him smirk at me "ya'll see"

Later that night

I'm on de livin' room again, dis time I'm lying on de couch,
watching wrestling. Yeah I know, cheap but de men dey show .. dey'r
impressive. Right now, der's a huge man on de show, I dink Triple H
is his name and his doin' some crazy move on his opponent ..
Pedigree I dink I heard de man commentin', I wouldn't mind getting'
one for myself .. bein' between dose's strong legs, I'm droolin'
just thinkin' `bout it.

So, I'm watchin' dat' sexy good with dirty blond locks hangin' from
his face when I'm interrupted by a flyin' pigeon … wait, a pigeon???
I sigh "Jubilee, stop goofin' `round with y'r stuffed animals"

The walkin' firecracker smiles at me and mouths and an apology
before walkin' away .. with her stuffed pigeon. I swear, dis X-Men
girls r WEIRD.

"Let's go" dis time, de growl sounds strange, like he's resignated
or somedin' "r y' accord, homme?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just t'at .. " he sighs and now I can see he's
wearing a black trench coat. He opnes it and I'm greeted by de most
beautiful sight.

Ligan's only pieces o' clothin', or accessory f' dat matter, I a
black leather strap fastened around de base o' his cock, goin'
through his ass and wrappin' his hip "I lost a bet with Cyke"

"Wha' bet?" I ran my fingertips over his length "T'at I couldn't
have ya made wear t'ose t'ings"

I can see he feels embarrassed "Thank God for One-eye" I pulled him
t'me and kiss him fiercely "but, wait .."I ran t' de livin' room and
grab somedin' Kitty left dere "Before we go, I need t' do seomdin'"

Questionin', he looks at me, I smile and show him what I'm holdin'.
De minute we stop in front o' Scott's office, a maniac grin appears
on his face "He's asleep" he whispers and I nod.

"And he's the one sharin' secrets with Icicle" we slowly walk in,
only t' find our Fearless Leader, sleepin' on de couch. A make up
box on his desk "Gotta use dose trainin' sessions with Stormy"

A few minutes later and a lota blush and lipstick after, we stand by
de couch. I take de Polaroid and snap it t' take a picture "F'
future blackmail"

We got out and into de garage "Would ya drive?" Logan tosses me his
keys and we got in de jeep.

On our way t' de Center I can see him shiftin' on his seat "What's
de matter cher?"

"T'is t'ing, it's very uncomfortable" an idea pops into my head and
I pull over. Fuck de Drag Fest, helpin' Wolverine is by a far a
better idea.

"Dat can be rearranged" I motion him t' get out o' de car and we
walk deep into de woods.

A few miles from de Jeep, we stop "Give me y'r coat cher" I ask him
for de clothin' and he hands it over. I spread de coat on de ground
and make him lie on it.

De naked Wolverine with his fully erect cock, it's too much f' my
brain. I drop on my knees and lean forward, my hands grab  hold o'
dat beautiful member o' his, which jumps at de contact. My fingers
gently stroke de thick shaft f' a few minutes, Logan's eyes r tight
shut and his hands r graspin' de balack fabric of de coat. He can't
take de straps `round him anymore.

Quickly, I unfastened it and as soon as he's relieved from de
constriction, he hisses. I take advantage o' dat t' guide his dick
into my mouth.

My teeth graze his head and my tongue slides onto his slit "Yeah,
t'ere, Rems t'ere" de moans which accompanied dose words make me go
bolder. Circlin' my tongue `round de head a couple o' times till I
know he's not expectin' what's next.

His back us arched up and his head's thrown back, grinnin' I deep
throated him, till his tip is hittin' my tonsils and my nose is
buried on dose thick dark curls.

I set a slow pace, his cries r makin' my dick cry as well, from de
pain o' bein' on my tight jeans. I can't stand it anymore, I remove
myself from dem and Logan curses at de lost o' heat `round his
cock "Only gonna change de prison `round it, cher"

And with dar, I impale my no-lubricated, no-prepared tight ass on
his thick big cock. My feet are planted at de sides of his hips, so
I'm more like sittin' on his shaft. The black leather o' de corset
and de stilettos make quite a contrast with my white skin. And my
waxed abdomen looks better, sexier dan before.

I lift myself up, ignorin' de initial pain, and lower again. Holdin'
myself by placin' my hands on his stomach. Den de pace is on, and
the pain is gone, up and down, his dick enters and leaves my tight
hole while his hand crept between us and starts stokin' my achin'
dick.

Tough we both have usually an impressive endurance, we don't last
dat long. Logan comes first, deep buried inside o' me and it
triggers my orgasm, spurtin' my cum all over us.

I slump against him, his arms `round me "Remy' yer t'e best" one o'
his arms leaves de embrace and finds somedin' on his coat's pocket.

"Never though I could love someone t'is much, or better yet, t'at
someone so perfect like you would even look at me" dat same insecure
tone on his voice dat I heard when we first got together "I'm not
perfect, we r' perfect .. together"

He pulls me in for a kiss, a sweet one and dat's when I notice
somedin' sharp on my back "What r y' doin'?

"Yer not t'he only one with thief skills" his tongue swirls `round
my nose "Only some back writin' on Japanese"

"upside down?"

"Hey! Nobody's perfect" he chuckled and I settle my head on de crook
o' his neck.

"what does it say?"

The quill leaves my back and his arm return t' his original
position "Logan's soul mate"

The End