Remy thought that returning home was just a waste of time, because he was afraid that when they finally reached the driveway, Logan would change his mind. But they weren’t even half way back when Remy started shaking with cold. His clothes were wet and the night was real cold. But even with his teeth chatting from cold, he still couldn’t get his mind off of the man riding his bike beside him. Logan. Such power, such restless energy, mystery and strength in an eye-catching package of hard, rippling muscles.

Remy was beautiful and knew it. His face and body often saved his life. Logan couldn’t be called that. The word beautiful was completely out of place when considering such an example of sheer masculinity. Handsome was too weak. His face wasn’t handsome or good looking. To hard, to haggard with proof of his age lurking in its shadows. Physically he wasn’t old. But his eyes, his face… often showed that his long life had taken its toll.

Nevertheless, Logan seemed to Remy the most desirable man in the whole world. It wasn’t new to him. The barely realized thought was always there. The way he often watched Logan. His moves, his way of observing everything around him. Wariness, distrust, loyalty. He just never allowed himself to admit the truth.

Now it was different. Out there, in the woods, something broke in him. When Logan kissed him… well he felt like a liquid fire was poured into his mind, burning all coherent thoughts out. Surprisingly, there were no memories of rape, even when Logan had pinned him down with all his considerable weight.

Then again, deep inside, he never taken what happened in that room for a rape. Maybe he didn’t want that, maybe he was afraid, but also he wasn’t hurt in any way and did enjoy it. No matter how cold he was, he still had a rather noticeable hard on and that wasn’t making his ride back easier either. He chuckled softly. Maybe he really was a sex maniac? Laughing out loud he sped up.

“Fuck!” Logan swore and sped up after Remy. After all, he couldn’t allow his lay to escape, now could he?

* * *

Bobby stood on the molo and watched the lake surface reflect the stars. How long had be been standing there? He didn’t know. The cold or rain wasn’t a problem for him. Basically, he was organic ice and when he was focused enough he could change into water, not only ice.

Absentmindedly, he touched his lower lip. It was swollen and ached. With a thought he changed into his ice form. As an Iceman – the code name used as an X-Men team member - he could heal from all injuries. And when he came back to himself, the wound was gone. But not the memory.

He knew he was in love with Hank, but wasn’t fooling himself. The blue doctor wasn’t into men. He had Cecilia then Trish. Good Ol’ Bobby was just a friend. It wasn’t something wrong… it was just not enough. Eight years he had fooling himself that he was happy meeting Hank for their Twinkie runs or sitting in his lab and talking about everything. But he wasn’t.

He had changed, grown up. He wasn’t the mansion clown any more. Bobby the prankster – that was how everyone had seen him. But he was 26 years old and he had grown up. He had his needs. Not only sexual, emotional also. The X-Men were his friends, his family; they couldn’t fulfill the aching hole in his soul. He needed a lover – a body and soul. Somebody to touch, to give comfort. Someone to make him believe that what he was doing was good. Worth fighting. He was in the team, since he was 16. A long time. He met new friends, good and bad people. Watched his friends die or leave with broken hearts and souls that lost hope.

They thought that he would get over it. That he survived not changing. And that… hurt. Why didn’t they look closer? Why? Only Hank, but Bobby couldn’t let him see everything that bothered him, simply because he would loose his best friend.

His mutation allowed him to hide signs of his true feelings. All the others thought he was a prankster because he never grew up, but it was just a way to cover his pain, hurt and loneliness. It was strange how lonely a man can be in a sea of people.

His face never showed traces of tears – no one knew that he often came to Danger Room session after crying in his room. He never got sick. No one noticed that there was no Bobby Drake any more. It was Robert Drake and he seriously considered leaving the mansion for a while.

He learned to be an accountant. He was responsible for keeping things the way they should be. Paying the taxes etc. But did they know that he made some… investments. Maybe not too legal, but certainly profitable. It wasn’t about the money. He hardly kept it to himself, usually supported some mutant shelters. Xavier was rich and was doing what he could, but he couldn’t do everything.

No one really noticed when he went away for a weekend. They never suspected he had met people, mutants that knew him only as a Robert Drake. They never noticed the little bags he brought back – full of diamonds and precious stones.

He knew a woman, a mutant with the most beautiful green eyes and most cold heart. Her name was Seena and she was capable of turning simple rocks into Diamonds, Rubies, Safires … But nothing was as simple as it seemed. He knew Seena was tied to a man called Silver Tiger. Only he had the right to buy the stones. Robert however, convinced her to cheat on him, and to make a little more of the treasures.

Now his lover was gone, Seena disappeared and he heard rumors there was a price on his head.

He touched his lip once more. When did things get so complicated?

He sighed and looked at the lake once more. All he wanted was a life where he could prove himself as a Robert Drake – person, not Bobby the youngest of the X-Men.

Alex. His lover, his friend. Never did he suspect, he could be so angry. The split lip was from him. The usually gentle, caring Alex finally snapped, broken. Well, didn’t surprise him, not really. It wasn’t the first time. All his relationships ended in a similar way. His lovers fell in love with him and finally understood that Bobby couldn’t possibly love them back. Because his heart belonged to someone else.

He couldn’t even blame Alex for hitting him. He deserved it. Bobby wished he could love him like he deserved to be loved. It was selfish of him to keep that going even when he knew; there was no future for the relationship.

Every time he made love to Alex, he wished it was somebody else. He imagined it were Hank’s arms that held him, Hanks body that he was touching, his voice and his warmth. Physical difference, the extremity of Hanks mutation didn’t bother him at all. He was actually surprised that the blue doctor hadn’t smelled the pheromones on him yet. His senses were no match for Logan but still, they were much better than ordinary humans, or mutants.

Logan for example, had known what was happening all the time, and tended to give him the “talks”. Generally he didn’t approve of Bobby’s feelings. First Bobby was angry at him, when he still believed there could be a chance for him and Hank. It took him three years of constant fighting with the Canadian to understand that the “talks” were for his own good. Logan knew from the very beginning that Hank wouldn’t accept Bobby and it was his rough way to help. Eventually, he stopped nagging Bobby if he came home smelling of sex with someone else from time to time.

How he wished Hank was here with him. Gentle genius. So caring and… it was no use in tormenting himself with such thought. He shook his head and looked in the direction of the strange sound he was hearing from some time now.

It took him few more moments to realize it was an engine. Two, to be exact. After a minute or two, a pair of bikes came from behind the curve in the road and with surprise, Bobby recognized Logan and Remy. When they came closed he couldn’t suppress a snicker. They both looked like drowned rats. Hair and clothes completely soaked, and they both were covered in mood and leaves. One started to wonder EXACTLY what they were doing in the woods.

He followed them with his gaze when they drove to the Boathouse. When the engines died an awkward silence fell, but soon Remy stood up and offered a hand to Logan.

Bobby knitted his brow. That was strange…

Then Logan also stood up, grabbed Remy by the hand and pulled him close, into his embrace and kissed the Cajun passionately. Then he said something and they laughed. They disappeared into the Boathouse.

Iceman looked at the closed door envying and wishing them both good. In lives they led as X-Men, they hardly ever had a chance to be happy.

* * *

“You are freezing!” Complained Logan, after kissing the blue lips of his thief.

“All your fault! Why push Remy into the mud?”

“You were already wet! We need to get warm. After all we don’t want you to be sick, do we?”

Remy pouted.

“Uh… Remy thought you would keep him warm…”

“Tease.” Growled Logan playfully and pulled the laughing thief into the house. First get the kid warm and clean, and then… well, let’s say he would probably have problems with walking the next day.

When they finally reached the bathroom Logan grunted approvingly. It had the tub big enough for two and a shower cabin. Without any more hesitation he turned the hot water on and spoke.

“Come here, thief.” There was something in his voice that made Remy’s stomach full of butterflies. Anxiety, arousal maybe a little uncertainty.

The next logical step would be to undress, but something made Remy feel vulnerable. Maybe it was Logan’s’ complete focus on him. Such attention. Although he knew that Logan had seen him naked before, undressing on his own was a completely different thing. Then he didn’t really have a choice.

Logan smelled the apprehension on the younger man and growled softly at him. He did notice the shudders that ran through Remy every time he started growling.

“Second thoughts?” Asked Logan, attempting in vain to sound gentle. He just couldn’t. His voice always seemed too harsh, to dry.

Remy hesitated for a moment. He was getting cold feet but… merde – he wanted that man. Not only his body – great when he was at that- but all that strength and stability. When Logan once declared somebody’s friend, he never changed his mind. Now, looking at that short but powerfully built man, Remy finally decided to let go of the fear. Nothing really bad happened. And deep under that was his basic need –  a need to feel loved, owned. And Logan was possessive. Everybody knew that. Maybe it would allow Remy to finally feel wanted. Even if only for a night. He smiled and stepped closer to Logan.

“Non… jus’ thinking.”

Logan once more took a good look at the cold and shaking man. He needed a warm bath badly. Logan also. He felt mud in unbelievable places. He wanted to shred all the dirty clothes from the Cajun, but was afraid of scaring him shitless. After a brief thought he decided on a different course of action.

In quick, efficient moves Logan started undressing. It took him less than a minute to get rid of the offending, dirty clothes. Absolutely unfazed buy his nakedness he gathered the pile of material into his arms and thrown it into the small washing machine. Then, seemingly not noticing the kid’s reaction he strode past Remy to the shower and stepped under the hot water groaning loudly at the sheer pleasure of it.

Remy just stared. He knew Logan was a heavily muscled man, he had also seen him naked that fatal night. Also he had felt that strength on his own skin. But this… this was something different.

“Merde! Get a grip on yourself! It’s jus’… jus’… Mon Dieu! What a body!” He gulped loudly thinking about all the things he would like to do to that hard muscles and hairy, tanned skin. His mind was instantly filled with erotic images of Logan writhing under his ministrations and moaning. Yeah, that was something to imagine…

“Yer gonna stand there and stare? Or join me sometime soon?”

Logan’s voice jerked him out of his thoughts and Remy realized he was standing, soaking wet, and staring at Logan’s naked form in the shower. Quickly he got rid of his own clothes and stepped into the shower. Logan hadn’t moved, forcing Remy to squeeze between him and the wall. Remy had to admit that pressing into the hot, hairy skin of Logan’s body wasn’t something unpleasant. No. Not at all. Maybe to be sure, he needed to do it again. For scientific reasons.

He arched and suddenly their chests were flat against each other. Logan shifted forcing Remy to change his stance and to open his legs. He felt one hard, hairy thigh pressing between his legs and force them wider apart.

“Jesus… you feel good. Real good.” Purred Logan and caught Remy’s mouth in a fiery kiss. Then he started moving his thigh up and down in a very slow pace, allowing Remy to really FEEL the difference in their bodies.

Remy had delicate, sensitive, thin skin and every touch of that rough hair on highly sensitive insides of his thighs shot sparks of pleasure straight into his groin. Logan moved his leg higher and pressed it into the junction of his legs. One knee pressing into his lower buttocks and thigh, the other pressing his tight balls. Remy couldn’t help himself. The tongue in his mouth, the hands that caressed his neck and head. He moaned and whimpered pitifully when the sensations left him.

“What do you want?” Asked Logan.

 One hand finding and rolling his hard nipple – not too gently. Remy couldn’t answer. All his thoughts were concentrated on the aching member pressing into Logan’s hard as a rock belly. The sensation of Logan’s incredibly thick tool pressing into his hip wasn’t helping either. All he could was to whimper pleadingly, looking into the hazel-golden eyes.

It was strange that when Logan was in threads of passion his eyes changed the same way they did when he was feral. But when in passion, Logan wasn’t cruel or aggressive. Remy was sure that he wouldn’t hurt him.

Just when he was gathering his strength to answer, Logan’s hand found his member.

“Oh… merde!” He cursed when Logan squeezed hard. The initial pleasure changed into dull pain of frustration when his erection was forced to subside.

“Logan!” He complained.

“Hush boy! You were too close. How am I supposed to play with you, when you nearly came from one touch?” His voice full of faked disappointment. But still he resumed his previous actions and Remy could only moan when that thick thigh moved again reminding him of the feel of Logan’s shaft so deep inside of him.

Remy decided that his hands were idle long enough and reached out to stroke Logan’s body. But Logan didn’t allow it. He easily grabbed both his wrists and pinned them to the wall above the thief’s head, forcing his body to arch invitingly.

“Keep them there.” Growled the Canadian and then, before Remy had the time to think he sank to his knees.

“Wha…”

And then Logan licked his inner thigh. All thoughts fled Remy’s mind. All he could think of was that hot, hard tongue so NEAR his aching cock and not touching it! He groaned in frustration, when Logan started licking his other thigh, completely ignoring his demanding manhood.

Then he felt the whiskers tickling on the sensitive area between his testicles and rectum. The hot water and the steam filling the air made it hard to breath. Remy arched his body even further.

He started shaking hopelessly near the climax. The hard lips that pressed into his tight sac and started SUCKING and tugging on it made him gasp and fight for every breath.

“Logan… merde…don’ stop, jus’ don… ah…” It was all he could say what that hot, wicked mouth closed over his aching member. Logan took only the head inside but it was enough for Remy to completely and definitely lose his mind. He started babbling in the intoxicating mix of Acadian and English, begging Logan to suck him, fuck him and cursing him for not doing either.

Logan just kept the head of that needing erection in his mouth and licked it. His tongue massaged the underside, lapped at the slit forcing moan after moan from a VERY frustrated thief.

“S’il vous plait! Logan… cher… ah, fuck me… T’encule-moi!” His head was rolling, red hair sticking to the wet tails on the wall and flowing down his shoulders. His eyes were closed but he fought to open it, to look at the sight that was Logan kneeling if front of him, sucking him and still keeping the power over him.

“What do you need Remy? Tell me.” He said when he let the member slip out of his mouth. He inhaled the musky, spicy scent of his lover. The smell of his arousal, pleasure and complete abandon making the beast inside him howl with need.

“You… Logan… est-tu…”

Logan stood up and caught fistfuls of Remy’s hair and forced his head lower, to kiss him deeply, possessively, completely dominating.

“Tell me… boy…” He said without taking his lips off of him. “Tell me, show me, describe to me… and then I’ll give it to you.”

Remy was shaking. His knees got weak but Logan was holding him. He got Remy lit like a candlestick. And the words. They were even worse than his words. They lit the fire that burned deep inside of him, in his soul, in his very being.

“Show me…” whispered Logan putting fierce, sucking kisses on his face, neck and shoulders, marking them with tiny hickeys.

 “Mon Dieu Logan! You drive Remy crazy.”

 The teeth caught his earlobe and bit gently sending him nearly off. NEARLY. And that was the problem. Whatever Logan done to him, no mater how pleasurable, it wasn’t enough.

“Want you inside. In me… on me… please…”

He was begging but didn’t realize it at the moment. All his brain cells gathered in one, very remote place.

“Yeah Remy. I’m gonna give you that. I promise.” He caught the still raised hands and guided Remy to turn around. Then he pressed his hands to the wet tiles and pushed Remy so that the lean thief was leaning, bent over, on the wall. His ass and graceful spine showed out to Logan’s liking.

He had the brief urge to make a few slaps on those hard, rounded cheeks but held himself back. He wasn’t sure what the kid would react. He wasn’t going to scare him off. Yes, he would like to spank him, mark that pale flesh as his, but he didn’t NEED it to get off.

Instead, he just stroked the arched back with long soothing moves murmuring soft words to the trembling thief.

“I’m gonna fill you up nice. Stretch that tight hole of yours, push you over the edge. I’m gonna fuck you deep and slow till you beg for release and only thing you will be able to feel will be my cock sliding in and out of you stretched body…”

 Remy was trembling violently listening to the words coming out of Logan’s mouth.

“Please…”

He moaned wishing he could move, force Logan to act! The words… merde… they were driving him insane. His cock jerked and swelled even more at the image Logan was painting in his mind. He FELT the pre-come dripping from the tip and desperately wished for some more stimulation. But all he got were soft strokes of that hard hand on his back, the hot water hitting him in thousand different places. He felt as if he could count each and every drop hitting his back. It was torture, pleasure… it was driving him completely insane. And there were words.

“But that won’t be the end of it. You gonna cum and milk my cock with your spasming muscles but I  will still be hard. I will not stop. Gonna shaft you, pound into you, thrust till you’ll get hard again.”

Logan’s hand sneaked between Remy’s tight ass cheeks and lightly stroked the cleft. His index finger ghosted over the tight rosebud of muscles and left. Remy moaned loudly – I’m gonna fuck you so good that you won’t be able to walk from this shower on your own legs. – His finger returned to the arching ring of muscles and PRESSED. This time it was more slippery and Remy realized Logan had to lubricate it with something.

And suddenly the first digit was IN and Remy’s legs gave up. He would have surely fallen to his knees if it wasn’t for Logan who caught him and kept in place.

“But you know what boy?” Asked Logan pushing his thick finger deep into that hot, tight hole. “It still won’t be the end.”

Remy made some chocking, animal sounds and Logan pulled the finger out, only to thrust back – stronger this time in a faster pace. He kept one hand on the thief’s back and watched his finger disappear into the small opening. He couldn’t wait to get onto that tight, small ass. To feel the heat close over his shaft. But he couldn’t hurt the boy either. The way he was thrashing told him, that Remy stood at the verge of soul-shattering orgasm. But it was still too soon. He once more reached to the boy’s long cock and closed his hand over it, gripping the base strongly, forcing it to subside.

Remy gave out long, agonized cry and jerked suddenly. But Logan was strong, very strong and kept the boy in place easily.

“Hush boy, ya can’t cum yet. You gotta wait. I haven’t told ya what I’m gonna to do to ya when I take ya out of the shower.”

“Logan, S’il vous plait, can’t take it anymore, need to cum so badly… Logan…”

“No, listen. Listen to me boy.”

Logan pulled his finger out and then pushed again in. But this time there were TWO fingers. Thick, stretching him, preparing. Hard, unyielding but all the time gentle and careful not to hurt him. Remy had to bite his lip until it bled to keep sane.

  “I’m gonna take you to the bed and then force my still hard cock inside that hungry hole of yours. It would be nice, stretched and wet from my cum so I’ll get it pretty easily.”

Remy shut his eyes, squeezing tightly trying not to imagine it all. The two fingers stretching him, pushing in and out of him, scissoring him made him buck his hips, and the words… Mon Dieu how he wanted it.

“Then I’ll roll ya on top of me and I’m gonna watch ya fuck yourself on my large tool. Watch myself disappear into that tight hole.”

Remy couldn’t stand it anymore. He sobbed. It was all too much. The fingers stretching him, the hand that still kept his cock imprisoned, denying him orgasm. Then he felt Logan pressing third finger. He screamed and rocked his hips desperate for more.

Logan grinned evilly and suddenly bent the fingers seeking and soon finding the sensitive numb he was seeking.

Remy made some chocking sounds and his vision swam momentarily when Logan massaged his prostate forcing him to feel such pleasure that it was nearly pain. He was babbling, not able to understand the meaning of words any more. He wasn’t a young intelligent man anymore, just one desperate feeling. All he needed, all wanted right now was Logan’s member deep inside of him.

“Hush boy, its okay, okay…” Logan soothed as he drew the fingers out. Remy whimpered, reduced only to small, animal-like sounds.

And suddenly Remy felt something much bigger than Logan’s fingers ant the entrance to his body.  With a keening sound he spread his legs even further to encourage Logan to move. And there he was. He felt IT pressing, hard and demanding, at his anus, forcing his well lubricated hole to give up. And the first few inches pushed home forcing a loud groan from both of them.

“Does it hurt?” Asked Logan breathlessly, still vaguely aware of the need to be careful.

“Non… Oui… HARDER Logan… S’il vous plait, Logan, fuck me harder!”

“You sure?”

Remy didn’t answer. Instead he just wriggled, pushed back impaling himself on that incredible rod, feeling himself being stretched to the edge of pain. His rectum forced to accept such a great intruder felt tight and sensitive.

Logan didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled out and then slammed back burying all that length and girth in him. Remy screamed. And then Logan let go of his cock. And that was all he needed to finally cum. He felt his cock spurt wave after wave of white seed from him and his muscles contracted forcefully, gripping Logan’s tool with great strength. He heard Logan howl and slammed back into him with such a force that he was pushed onto wall with all his weight.

His legs gave up and he sank to his knees, still shaking from the most intense, powerful orgasm of his life. His lungs burned, his hole pulsated in time with his inner muscles clenching and unclenching around – Oh GOD! – still hard, convulsing member inside of him. His eyes were tightly shut, his hands rolled into fists and he was desperately trying to catch his breath.

Logan followed him to his knees, keeping the lean hips in a bruising grip and growling deep inside his chest with pleasure that only stimulated his hunger more. He watched the boy tremble and moan in powerful orgasm and felt himself go aroused by it again. His cock still hard filled the younger man’s ass with spurts and spurts of come. The scent of pleasure and their scents mixed together playing havoc with his mind. He was barely keeping his feral side at bay.

Without any thought he leaned over the lean body and bite the graceful, exposed neck with his sharp canines, drawing blood.

Then he moved again, thrusting deep into that beautiful body again, watching as that hungry ass whole swallowed his member until his balls rested tightly against the cheeks and his curly, black pubic hair were pressing into that sensitive cleft.

He pulled out till only the tip of the head was still in the boy and then very, VERY slowly pushed in. The anus now loose, accepted him easily, so he took his time watching as inch by inch he disappeared into the boy’s body.

Remy started babbling again without any sense, his lust- filled mind no longer working. After impaling Remy on his large cock at a maddeningly slow pace few more times he changed his position and now the thief screamed and sobbed at once, when all the length of the rock hard rod inside of him stroked the sensitive spot. His prostate was stimulated in such a way that was more than he could ever take and Remy thrashed under the older man, mumbling only his name.

Logan reached around their joined bodies and closed his callused hand over suddenly hard again member and fisted Remy roughly, matching his own, desperate rhythm. It didn’t take long also. Remy’s over stimulated body just gave up and he thrashed in second orgasm, and the next one that came over him right after the previous one melding into one unforgettable sensation.

His body felt as if on fire. His lungs ached for air and his vision was gone. He nearly lost consciousness but the forceful spasming of his body kept him awake, writhing and trashing under the bigger mans body.

All the time during Remy’s orgasm, Logan didn’t stop fucking him. Constant, fast and furious thrusts forcing that thick monster so deep inside the thief’s body made him lose his voice.

Not bothering about Remy’s contracting body. he slammed back and forth, in and out filling him completely, forcing his mind to accept that there was just one thing that mattered – that cock, that man behind him. Hard, punishing thrusts pinned him to the floor and then, Logan howled and came, filling his ass with even more cum.

Remy couldn’t take it any more. He lost consciousness and went limp on the floor.

 Remy regained consciousness at the sensation of callused hands washing him, massaging the soap into his highly sensitive skin. He felt completely boneless, satiated but there was strange, buzzing feeling somewhere in the back of his mind that could allow him to lay still. It made him restless, aroused.

Almost with terror Remy realized that his lust wasn’t satisfied completely. He STILL wanted the strong man that was now cleaning him so gently. He opened his eyes and watched Logan from behind his lashes. Apparently he wasn’t the only one that still wanted. He could clearly see Logan’s erection jutting out into the air. Remy was surprised that it was at all possible. That man came two times in arrow and he wasn’t soft even for a moment. Now when Remy thought about it, he remembered that the last thing he felt before he slipped into unconsciousness was the feeling of being impaled on that STILL rock hard monster.

“How…?” He asked watching the angry red head of the swollen member and a cleaned drop of pre-cum on its tip.

Logan looked into his glazed eyes and grinned wolfishly.

“Healing factor, remember? I can go on, and on…I can fuck ya with it all night and won’t go soft even for a moment, no matter how often I come.”

Remy couldn’t decide if it was a promise or a threat. But there was no time for such thoughts because Logan had him clean in a matter of minutes and was now drying him with the soft towel. Suddenly Remy remembered all the thing Logan had promised him earlier. And if Logan promised… He shivered in anticipation, not sure if he was more afraid or more aroused.

He lowered his shields for a moment to FEEL Logan, to make sure that the warm feeling was still there and… yes, it was. Strong, stabile, unyielding like Logan himself, surrounding his soul with warmth and comfort. He knew that if he asked, Logan would back off.

Logan pulled him in the direction of the bedroom and Remy followed. He couldn’t take his eyes of all those rippling muscles and that large member swaying with each move. H was fascinated by Logan’s complete comfort with his nakedness.

TBC