Bobby was too caught up in his thoughts to notice the large, blue man sitting at the kitchen table. Hank, as usual had lost track of time and when he finally left the lab, it was already 1 am.

The sight of Bobby returning so late wouldn’t be a surprise if it wasn’t for the dark look in his face, the knotted brow and traces of blood on his tee-shirt. He was obviously in a fight, because his clothes were slightly disheveled.

“Robert?” Asked Hank with concern.

Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin and whirled around to face his best friend. A large blue hand was holding the half-eaten sandwich. He stared at the genius and FELT the rise of his lust. All that soft fur… just the thought of it pressing into his naked skin made him hard and he fought for control.

“Do you need any medical help, my friend?”

“Huh?” His lust filled mind didn’t process the question right away; instead, it concentrated on the sound of Hank’s voice.  “No… no. I’m OK.”

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Bobby sighed and strode to the fridge. He opened the door and grabbed a bottle of beer.

“Alex broke up with me. Guess it couldn’t be called a friendly break up by any means.”

Hank was surprised by the bitterness in his young friends voice. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Bobby quite like that.

“What happened? Do you want to talk? Why has Alex left? I thought everything between you went well?”

The younger man just shrugged his shoulders never looking at Hank.

“Bobby…” Started Hank again. “You know you can tell me anything. We are friends and…”

“Yeah, friends!” Snorted Bobby with a strange undertone to his voice. He didn’t know what came over him.

Hank grew more worried by every passing minute. Something was not right. Why has Bobby been acting so strange? Why was there so much bitterness in his voice?

“Friends…” Repeated Bobby with dark amusement and suddenly started laughing.

And it was the sound of that strange laughter that caused Hank to freeze in mid-movement. Never had he heard something so “alien” and lacking happiness.
His young friend was always full of joy, he knew how to laugh, play, and was simply light spirited. His laughter was something Hank McCoy was pleased to hear.

However the scary parody that came out of Bobby’s throat made him feel uneasy. Forced him to see the Iceman as a grown up, bitter and hurting man.

The break up with Alex must have been more painful than Bobby wanted to admit.

“Talk to me my friend. I sincerely believe that it will help you ease the tension and see things in a different way.”

“Hank, I don’t think that this would be such a great idea.”

“I know what I am saying. I have also had my share of break ups.”

Bobby’s eyes softened for a moment. Yes, he knew Hank had had his fair share of pain. It seemed that neither of them had much luck with a social life.

“I think it’s better left alone.”

“No. Keeping emotions and problems inside does not help. It only makes them worse.’

Bobby thought about the last eight years of hiding his true feelings from Hank and snorted mentally.

“Eh…”

“Tell me bobby. Maybe things can be straighten up between you and your boyfriend…”

Bobby had to laugh at that.

“No Hank. Nothing can help.”

“Why? Why has he left you?”

“Because he fell in love with me.”

Hank blinked. He had problems with understanding. Wasn’t that supposed to happen?

“And…”

“And understood that I was in love with someone else.”

Hank once more was completely lost.

“You mean you have met someone else?”

“No, I mean I was ALWAYS in love with someone else and that was why I could never love Alex the way he should be loved. “

“Oh Robert… why did you have to complicate things so badly? It only causes pain to everyone. Maybe you weren’t in love with Alex but you surely cared about him. That was an immature decision.”

“Immature?” Asked Bobby in sudden anger. “Immature?! For God’s sake Hank, you are only few years older than me! Are you really so mature? Just because you are genius? Why does everyone treat me like a half minded, idiot kid?” Bobby shouted.

“Please wait. No one ever called you…”

“No, I am just the youngest x-men! I am the weaker one!”

“You forget that you MADE them believe it, by your behavior.”

“So I like doing pranks. I like when people are smiling, not only brooding about Magneto or FoH or Sentinels or any bad guy we happen to meet. Does it really allow all of you to forget that I am 26 years old and have no less power than any of you? Hank, if we ever fought with our mutant powers I would have easily killed you before you even had the time to THINK about attacking me.” All this he shouted straight into Hank’s face not noticing that he turned into his Ice form again. “All I have to do it THINK and you would be no more that a lifeless block of ice.”

“Robert…” Hank called mortified when the kitchen suddenly turned cold, the floor, the counter, chairs- all being covered with frost. “I am sick of it. I am not a child! I am, just like the rest of us, a well trained assassin!”

With his last words, in less then a heartbeat, the kitchen covered with thick ice. Before Hank had the time to react his feet were frozen to floor and his arms were caught in columns of ice. His fur protected him from cold but nevertheless he was immobilized. He tried to free himself, but even his mutant strength couldn’t break the ice.

“It’s no use Hank.” said Bobby in deadly calm voice “it won’t break or melt till I say so. Even Scott’s blast won’t break it for long. The ice would just melt and then build back.”

Hank stared at him in surprise and… pride? Had Robert achieve such mastery in his powers only by himself?

“When did it happen Robert? Why haven’t you told me? Is the ice structure…”

Bobby sighed partially amused by Hanks analytic mind.  It was so much like him to start analyzing ice structure and forget that the ice was keeping him hostage. Partially terrified by his actions, he was in a strange mood - like suddenly everything stopped mattering.

“You never asked with WHOM I was in love.”

Hank, still covered in thin, flexible ice,  looked up at the young man and stilled. His mind focusing on Bobby again. He wanted to ask Bobby to let him go, but something in those icy eyes stopped him.

“Robert…”

“It was you Hank. Always you. I knew I couldn’t tell you… couldn’t loose your friendship… as I tried to replace you by something else, but it never worked… never…”

As if he was hypnotized, not thinking about his actions, about tomorrow or any possible reaction. All that he wanted in that particular moment was to kiss Hank.

He turned back into his human form and leaned over the big, blue man frozen to the chair.

Hank gasped when Bobby’s lips touched him – soft, slightly cold but getting warmer by the minute, tasting of winter.

Bobby moaned at the sheer pleasure of kissing HANK. He caught fistfuls of Hank’s fur and leaned even closer, longing to feel more of Hank, taste more. It was probably his only chance.

Using Hank’s surprise to his advantage he slipped his tongue past those sharp, long fangs and TASTED him, explored that hot cavern that was pure Hank.

He wasn’t sure how long it lasted. Hours, delicious minutes or just mere seconds, but his mind suddenly kicked in and Bobby realized that he had immobilized Hank and was using his vulnerability. He jumped away from him, feeling his face go as red as possible.  Terror and shame in his expression. For one eternal moment he stared into Hanks shocked eyes and then released the ice.

“I… I’m sorry… I… “ He couldn’t - just couldn’t look into those soft, brown eyes. “please forgive me” he whispered and then, before Hank had the chance to react, dashed through the kitchen door and slipped into his ice form.

“Bobby!” Shouted Hank and ran out after him but Bobby was already sliding away from him, desperately wanting to hide from everybody’s eyes, wishing the earth would open and swallow him.
 

* * *

Logan watched his utterly RELAXED lover sink into the bed with a loud sigh.

“Don’t get so cozy Cajun. You know we aren’t done yet. Not for a long, long time.”

Remy cast him a sidelong glance from under his lashes. He still wasn’t sure if he was more afraid or more excited by Logan’s intention to make love to him all night long.

“Remy need a lil’ break, Cher.”

“Ok, so we will talk till you are rested.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“That girl in the tank.”

Logan immediately smelled the change in Remy. Tension, wariness even fear. “Why do you freak out like that?”

Remy wasn’t relaxed anymore. He stood up and strode to the little table standing under the window. He seemed not to notice that he was completely naked. Although the room the was dark, the curtains were open and there was enough light for Logan to see the gorgeous body of his lover clad only in moonlight. Long, lean limbs, muscles… broad chest, flat stomach. He was maybe too skinny but still very attractive.

Logan tried to sort out the feelings that came over him. The strange, warm feeling he had experienced during their ‘shower’ encounter was something new to him. It wasn’t just pleasure. He has had enough lovers to be able to recognize that. No. It was a feeling that he never experienced before.

At least he didn’t remember it.

But now, watching Remy walk through the room dressed only in his grace made his heart ache. As ridiculous as it may sound, he DID feel unsure at that moment. After all the thief was young, beautiful… intelligent. He could have anyone he wanted. And he - lets face it - was just an old, screwed up ex-assassin that had his mind wiped so many times that he now became psi-zero. It meant that telepaths couldn’t read him. He was like a person without a scent.

And he was much older than Remy. Older by any standards. What had he imagined starting all this? He wouldn’t be surprised if the boy wanted to throw him out once he got bored. Remy was like a colorful bird and Logan was a wolf. They were no match, but still… Logan felt a strange longing to protect Remy, to be a part of his life from now on.

And if Remy wanted to get rid of him, he would have a surprise because he wasn’t going to leave. Once he got the taste of that Cajun spice, he wasn’t ever going to leave him alone.

Logan could almost physically feel how Remy was closing, shutting himself from Logan. His face, that minutes ago expressed sheer bliss and pleasure, was now straight, blank… poker mask that most of the x-men believed to be his real face.

“Tell me.” He forced his voice to be as gentle as he could muster.

Remy looked at him for a brief moment, his eyes never betraying his thoughts, and then he looked away shrugging his shoulders.

“Remy…” He called out his name.

The thief refused to look at him. He snatched a cigarette from the package lying on the table and with a touch of his finger lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag.

“Why do you want to know, Cher?” The Cajun asked finally, staring at the red end of his cigarette.

Logan took a deep breath. He was never the one for personal talks.

“Because I care Remy. I smelled fear on you. I want to know what is in that girl that scares you so much?”

Remy still refused to look at him. Instead he stared into the black window, his thoughts wandering. He looked so lost and vulnerable right then, that Logan’s heart ached.

“She no girl Logan.” He said finally “Remy think she one of Sinister experiments. She was already der when Remy came. Always in dat tank. Always immobile. Always… scared Remy more dan anything on dis planet.”

“Why? She doesn’t look particularly threatening.”

Remy’s mouth twisted into a strange, mocking grin.

“But she is. De Phoenix, Cyclops, even de Profesour… dey like children in comparison to her mon ami. She de most powerful thing Remy have ever seen. But that isn’t what scares the po’ thief…”

“So what is?”

“She no human, Cher.” Said Remy looking Logan straight in the eye “She has no mind, no emotion. Just a killer machine. Gambit never could read her. Like a black hole…” Remy stopped realizing he had said too much.

The sudden change in Logan’s feelings hit him hard, because he felt so good with the older man that he allowed his shields to slip. And now he was paying the price.

“Yer an empath, aren’t you?” said Logan calmly. Suddenly all the small, minor thing that he couldn’t understand clicked into place. That surely did explain a lot of things.

“That was how you saved your life, isn’t it Remy? Two days ago you turned my rage into lust…” Logan wondered aloud.

Remy lowered his head expecting a blow or a scream, something… anything. He knew the older man hated when people tried to play with his mind. He expected anger not… gratefulness?!

His head jerked up and he looked with a bewildered expression at the quickly approaching Logan. Why would he…?

“Thank you.” Said Logan slowly. He stopped in front of the taller man and reached for his hands. Careful of still lit cigarette in the right one he entwined his fingers with the slender man in front of him and slowly pulled them up, so that he could pin them to the cold glass of the window.  “thank you.”

“Fo’ what?” whispered Remy, completely taken aback by the tenderness rolling off from Wolverine.

“For not letting me kill you. I wouldn’t stand it Remy… I wouldn’t survive it.”

Something in the older man made him look into the bright eyes for an answer. He KNEW Logan wanted to say something more, but he didn’t dare to look deeper into the man’s mind.

“Logan…?” He asked for…for what? He didn’t know.

“I love yer kid.”

That short sentence, few words, made Remy’s heart stop. He never noticed the cigarette fall from his hand and land on Logan’s bare feet.

Logan hissed at the pain but didn’t move, still pinning Remy to the window. When the thief noticed what had happened he wanted to move but Logan pressed him harder.

Neither of them spoke. They just stared into each others eyes, reluctant to break the silence.

Remy desperately wanted to believe Logan, to be able to respond to Logan with a matching declaration but… couldn’t. After all what has happened he couldn’t trust so easily. The whole idea was so new, so… crazy that he needed time to acknowledge it. but Logan didn’t DEMAND anything from him. It took a moment for Remy to realize that Logan was simply offering himself. Not in exchange for something…just freely. Logan left it to Remy to accept or reject the offer.

“I…”

Logan could easily smell the uncertainty and hesitation on the young man so didn’t push. Although the beast inside him roared, needing instant and total acceptance, the man that was Logan subdued the beast.

“Hush boy… you don’t have to answer right away.” Logan soothed the troubled thief and stepped back giving him space once again.

“Tell me about that girl, what’s her power?”

Remy fought for his breathing to even out. He didn’t want to show how much Logan’s admission had affected him.

“She… her name is Sever. Gambit heard rumors dat Sinister couldn’t control her so he left her in de tank.”

“Have you seen her fight?”

“Oui.” He shivered remembering the lab and all the painful things Sabertooth did to him. He prayed Logan never knew that. God only knew how he would react to knowing that Creed actually fucked Remy.

“And…?”

“She… she has some kind of control over energy. She sucks it off from things.”

“- Things?”

“Oui. Does it till the molecular structure breaks and it jus’ stops to exist. Disappear. Remy seen her do a hole in mans chest only by touching it.”

“So she has to come close?”

“Non. She can also shoot balls of her own energy… but basically she is jus’ surrounded by an aura of white energy. And if she touches anything wit dat… it’s over. No boom, nor any other sound. Jus’ simple… death.”

That wasn’t everything. Logan knew it. Not about Sever but things probably related to her. Because the sudden stench of fear that filled the room had to have a source. And Logan was determined to know it. But not now. The thief was tense, restless and looked as if he could bolt any second.

That was enough of talking this night. Right now Logan needed to relax the boy, and maybe make some more love to him. Yeah… that was a good idea.

“Come here” He growled softly, making sure Remy heard the affection in his voice. The younger man seemed more skittish than a wild horse. From open passion, through vulnerability to ice cold. Logan finally admitted to himself that he and the boy were more alike than anyone thought. If needed, they could close like an oyster.

Remy looked at him speculatively. Logan could almost HEAR the kid trying to think out his intentions. Both of them had lost interest in bed exercises and Remy still had problems with accepting Logan’s words. It was a long time since somebody said they loved him. A very, very long time since it was truth.

Finally, although uncertain, Gambit moved. He approached the stocky man slowly, carefully. Somewhere in the back of his mind something screamed to him to be careful. Logan was known for his aggression and unpredictability. With such a feral soul one should always be careful. He shouldn’t let go of his shields. Should… ~non!~ he admonished himself. He had to stop that line of thinking. If he never gave this relationship a chance, it was already finished. He was never a coward, never backed off from a challenge. He was a gambler for a God’s sake! He NEEDED to take his chances.

The evening started so well… he was happy. Not only during the best, mind blowing sex of his life but the warm feelings coming off of Logan, they made him feel loved, cherished and wanted. They healed him. He didn’t want to loose it because he had problems with his memories.

“What do you want to do, Cher?” Asked Remy summoning a small, sensual smile on his lips. His empathy told him that Logan’s desire hadn’t lessened a bit. The man still wanted him. And although Remy wasn’t really in the mood he was going to do everything to make this moment last. Maybe he didn’t love Logan, maybe he did… but he surely didn’t want to loose him.

Logan looked right through the young thief’s game. His heart ached when the realization hit him. Remy was such a selfless person. He would do ANYTHING not to hurt a friend. Sacrifice himself without a second thought. Logan only now understood, remembered how many times Remy had risked his own life, in what seemed like a foolish attempt, to make sure that none of the x-men would be threatened.

And he wasn’t given a chance.

Logan watched the lanky thief approach him with his natural grace and swallowed hard thinking about how much the kid has suffered. His attempt to soothe Logan by offering his body, even when he really didn’t want it, was proof of how badly he was treated in the past.

His sexual conquests were probably just a desperate attempt to find someone who would want him. If only for a moment.

When the auburn haired man was close enough Logan reached out a hand and brushed a stray hair behind his ear.

“Relax…” he whispered softly and pulled the taller man down for a kiss. Remy surrendered to Logan’s lips. Without any coaxing, he opened his mouth allowing the other man’s tongue inside.

The Canadian immediately felt the total surrender of the thief and the beast inside him howled in pleasure and desire. That was one of the things able to turn him into a feral state. But he refused to allow it to happen.

“Lay on your stomach” He said gently pushing the taller man towards the bed.

Still apprehensive, but hiding it, Remy complied not sure what would happen. He felt the yellow eyes watching him as he stretched on the white, cold sheets, his naked behind displayed to Logan’s liking.

“Good boy…” said Logan with an edge to his voice. Then he climbed on the bed and knelt beside the thief. When Remy wanted to raise his head and look at the older man, Logan put a rough, callused hand to his neck and held him down.

“No. Don’t move. Lay completely still.”

Remy swallowed hard but nodded his head. He trusted Logan not to hurt him. He really did – that surprised him probably more than Logan.

Logan straddled the narrow hips and leaned over the boy’s back to reach the drawer of the night stand. He felt Remy tense even more beneath his thighs but didn’t comment on it. He never was much of a talker.

He opened the drawer and fumbled through the items there. The first small bottle he found was lubricant. He looked at it, feeling his own member stir at the image in his mind and then with a loud sigh put it back ~later~ he thought to himself. He searched little more and finally found what he smelled earlier – a bottle of massage oil.

With a satisfied grunt he straightened and poured some of the slippery, cold liquid on the boy’s back.

Remy hissed at the cold and shuddered. He was taken aback by Logan’s actions. He suspected Logan was searching for the lube but why pour it onto his back? And then he finally SMELLED the orange and mint fragrance. The massage oil. “What…?”

“Shh… just relax. I’m gonna give you a nice, long back rub. Yer too tense to be useful.” He added gruffly but it didn’t overshadow the tenderness of his actions.

Assured that Logan wasn’t going to fuck him immediately, Remy finally relaxed, burying his face in the smooth pillow. Soon he felt Logan’s strong fingers dig into his tense muscles. He groaned and cherished the feeling of being cared of.

Logan massaged him hard but knowingly. He obviously had done it earlier. Soon his neck was as soft as butter and the oil was warm from their body heat. The smell of the liquid and sound of the older man’s even breathing put his mind on ease.

When the hands moved lower, kneading his back and then lower back he started purring. He felt SO good. Nearly on the verge of sleep. But there was still that buzzing in the back of his mind – His and Logan’s passion, desire for each other – that kept him awake. When Logan worked his back, his member again started hardening.

Even if Logan smelled the pheromones, he didn’t comment on it. His touch also didn’t change. There was more care and warmth than passion and that made Remy really feel SAFE. He always had problems with male lovers dominating him, pinning him to the ground. To many memories…

He murmured something in French when Logan hit a particularly tender spot. The Canadian couldn’t stop touching and kneading all those muscles. Now, so very close to the thief, he noticed that his unbelievable agility was probably a result of his mutation. The kid had muscles in his back, that humans just DID NOT have.

When the skin was warm and pink from the massage, Logan noticed something that was hidden from his gaze earlier. When he watched the kid earlier he wasn’t so warm and his skin was pale porcelain. Now, however, when the blood came close to surface Logan noticed ugly scars running through Remy’s back and buttocks. He knew these kinds of scares. They were created by a belt hitting flesh so hard it cut the skin and crushed the tissues.

He also noticed that the lower he got, the uglier the scars were. The white stripes were so thickly covering the lower back and buttock that Logan winced mentally. The kids flesh must have look like one big wound. The skin was nearly krtched (???) off from the buttocks. These kinds of wounds were inflicted to cause the most possible pain, but not to kill. It probably took months for the kid to heal. He wondered who did it? There was something so very familiar in the cruelty of the scars… it was on the tip of his tongue… just out of reach.

He moved lower, still massaging the soft skin and then saw the worst scara. The inner and back thigh of the kid was crisscrossed by very deep scares. It must have hurt like all hell. Whoever did this to him, knew how to inflict pain. And it DID seem very familiar.

Remy stirred, his empathy picking up on emotional distress. Logan quickly cleared his mind from the dark thoughts an concentrated on kneading those fine, well sculptured thighs instead.
And when he was ready to ask Remy to turn around he finally understood what caught his eye. The scars looked familiar cause he had seen very alike wounds on a young girl. A girl that was tortured, raped, and killed by Sabertooth. Creed must have done the same to Remy. The wave of hate and anger rising in him was so great that for a brief moment he went feral but a second later he regained control. He vowed to find Creed and rip his stinking heart out.

He stroked the already fading scares with the tip of his fingers and leaned to kiss them. Remy stirred and then suddenly went rigid. He understood that Logan was kissing his scars!

“Logan…”

“Shh… kid. Don’t worry” And he meant it. He would protect the kid for the rest of his life. He also understood the reason for the fear in Remy. He was afraid Logan would accuse him, blame him for being hurt by Creed. “I won’t hurt yer… and won’t let Creed do it also.”

Remy moved so fast that Logan barely had the time to straighten up when he came nose to nose with a very shocked thief.

“How do you know?”

“I know Creed. I’ve seen him do the same to somebody else.”

Remy averted his gaze. His memories forced into his mind and he suddenly felt cold again. Cold and lonely.

Logan moved to the side and wrapped his arms around the tall man.

“Tell me.”

“Non.”

“Why not? I think I already know what happened. Now I want to know how it happened so I won’t do something in the future that may scare you.”

Remy trembled. Tell or not to tell? He was terrified by Logan’s intelligence, ability to associate facts, and his knowledge. Everybody considered him half animal, feral mutant that hardly could control himself. But it wasn’t the truth. Logan was tender, careful and had the best self-control Remy has ever seen. Even feral, in that damned room after the mission, he was gentle with him. In his own, rough way he was careful and certainly didn’t want to hurt him intentionally.

Remy decided to take a chance.

“You don’t know, Cher… it was far worse.”

“Why? Tell me.”

Remy looked into bright, true eyes and accepted the silent comfort. Of all the others, Logan was the one to understand what it means to have your free will taken from you.

“Sinister… he wanted Gambit to use de Charm on Sever to wake her and control her.”

“Charm?”

“It goes from Gambits empathy. It has strictly sexual nature. Whoever is hit with it will be crazy from want, horny… for Remy. Sinister helped Remy invent shields that protect him, from other peoples emotions. If  drop them to read somebody, Remy allows de Charm to flow freely. No control over it. Never was.” he said bitterly. “But Remy was scared of Sever more than of Sinister. So he refused. Remy never knew Sinister wanted dat…” Remy closed his eyes.

And he told Logan everything - about the lab, Sinister’s control over his body, other men watching, Sabertooth beating him till he was wet from his own blood and then raping him. The other men abusing him as well. And about Severs awakening and his 3 day absence.

All the time he was clinging to the warm arm surrounding him like it was the last stabile thing in his life. Logan wasn’t sure what was stronger in him. Hate for Sinister? Creed? Or the need to soothe the younger man. In the paleness of his cheeks,  he saw how much it cost him to tell Logan the whole truth.

“It’s OK. I am here. I will protect you. No one will hurt you kid. No one.”

Remy felt tears coming but didn’t want them. He pressed hard into Logan’s hot chest and whispered:

“Make love to Remy, Cher?”

“Yer sure you want it? You’ll be very sore tomorrow.”

Remy smiled softly. He loved the care.

“Oui. Remy sure.”

Logan traced Remy’s jawline with his thumb.

“I love you Remy… really do” he whispered as if to himself. And then leaned to kiss the thief.

~Merde~ thought Remy. If Logan only knew what those words did to him! Something deep inside of him, that was cold for a long, long time finally started getting warm.

Remy opened his mouth allowing Logan inside, allowing him to taste, take, posses. It was one of the things he desired the most. But now he wanted to touch. Earlier in the shower he didn’t really have a choice. Logan took the lead and did it great. But now… now Remy wanted to touch that hard, beautiful body without scars.

Gently he coaxed Logan to let him into HIS mouth. Hot like a furnace tasted of purely Logan and Remy whimpered softly causing Logan’s cock to throb painfully. He loved the sounds that the kid made.

Logan felt the change in his lover. No longer shy or uncertain, Remy tried to take control. Everything of Logan screamed NO! He could not subdue, even at the slightest rate. All his instincts told him that it was he who should dominate but the human inside of him again pushed the beast inside. He knew that Remy needed this. Needed the assurance that he also could be in control. And he was curious what the kid would do?

Slowly he allowed Remy to take the lead in kissing, and tried to enjoy the thrusting, agile tongue that seemed to search his mouth for something. He groaned when Remy pushed harder forcing Logan to lay back on the bed that smelled of his lover.

Grinning wickedly Gambit broke the kiss and straddled the older mans lap, his hands on Logan’s shoulders supporting him, as he started to move his hips slightly forward and backward, causing the erect member to touch the cleft between his tight ass cheeks. The red on black eyes held the golden gaze when he pressed a little stronger, forcing the cock to slid between the cheeks and touch the sensitive cleft. He saw the tightness in Logan’s features, the snarl that he didn’t manage to bite back.

“You’re hard again, Cher? So fast…”

“Remy…” Warned Logan. He never liked being teased. But, he liked doing it to his lovers, just not the other way round.

“Don’t worry Cher, Remy gonna take care of you… real good care…”

He said suddenly moving. Logan groaned at the loss of friction but didn’t have the chance to start complaining because the kid moved lower and suddenly he felt that hot mouth GLUED to his hard, sensitized nipple. The boy sucked hard. No delicate teasing, only raw lust that was just the thing Logan needed. His back arched and his hands tangled in that unbelievably soft hair.

His hands were also moving. Touching, gripping, scratching at his hot flesh making his senses wild. It seemed that Remy knew EXACTLY what he needed, wanted, liked the most and did it. His lips moved between both hard numbs sucking and occasionally biting. Sometimes so hard that he could taste the blood.

Remy moved lower, allowing his tongue to brush past that tick carpet of curly hair and found Logan’s bellybutton. And he started tormenting it. Allowing his wet tongue to drop inside and lick around. Scratching it with his teeth and when Logan moaned loudly he bit hard and fast feeling Logan’s body jerk upwards and his large cock press into his stomach.

He ground his belly harder into that incredibly thick tool. Logan growled appreciatively at the increased friction and Remy felt a trace of pre-cum smeared on his soft skin from the tip of Logan’s member.

Tasting the curly, pubic hair he lowered himself till the straining cock was just mere inches from his mouth. He could feel his mouth watering at the sight. The angry red, swollen, mushroom head just CALLED for attention, and the thick rod, with pulsating veins under the thin, highly sensitive skin just begged for his touch. So he bent and licked one of those needy veins from the base to the tip of Logan’s member. A short, choked howl escaped from Logan’s chest

He repeated the action enjoying the way Logan’s thighs tensed and his body arched a little bit.

“Quit it Cajun!” Growled the frustrated Canadian.

Remy grinned and then opened his mouth wide and swallowed all of Logan’s hard cock, relaxing his throat and letting it slide deep, very deep.

“Jesus Christ!” screamed Logan when that heat engulfed him whole. He opened his eyes and looked the beautiful creature lying between his legs with his throat unnaturally thick, full of his cock and couldn’t restrain himself. With a loud howl he came spurting his come deep into the thief’s throat.

Somewhat surprised by Logan’s reaction Remy struggled to swallow, milking that cock even more. Finally he had to back off to breathe. When the wet cock finally slipped from between his lips he noticed that it was STILL hard.

“Merde.” He said quietly – nothing can satiate dat man

Still panting, Logan looked at the flushed thief and grinned. He was still in for a ride. He gripped the back of Remy’s head and pulled him up for a kiss. Their lips met. Logan quickly thrusted his tongue in wanting to taste himself on the spicy essence that was Remy.

The thief moaned and closed his eyes allowing Logan do whatever he liked. His own erection straining and aching for the touch. He was so caught up in the taste of the older man that he never heard the sound of the drawer opening and closing.

The next thing he noticed was Logan’s hands sliding down his back, gripping his ass cheeks, massaging them and sliding along the cleft. One thick finger found the puckered, slightly swelled hole and pushed IN.

Remy whimpered and Logan growled forcefully feeling the heat.

“Yer still slick…” he whispered heatedly, never leaving the younger mans lips “Wet inside… from my come. Like I told you…”

Remy shivered at the dark, husky voice and rubbed his body on the Canadian. He pushed his hips back, forcing more of that finger inside him. The pain/pleasure taking him high, very high.

Then he heard a “pop” sound and a second later TWO cold, slicked fingers coated in the lube pushed inside.

He gripped Logan’s shoulders forcefully and hid his face in his chest. It was too much. His vision swam when Logan found his prostate and stroked it slowly.

“Logan… Logan… S’il vous plait! T’encule –moi… please…” He started babbling feeling the fingers slide slowly in and out and hearing Logan describe to him what it felt like inside of him. “Please Logan… can’t take in no more… please…” he begged nearly sobbing. His muscles tensing and relaxing spastically.

“Do you remember what I told you? You have to do it yourself…” Said Logan in quiet, strong voice. Although he was the one on bottom, it was still him who was in charge.

Remy straightened up, now kneeling over Logan’s lap and whimpered at the sensation. Logan still had two fingers inside him and still was thrusting them slowly, hitting his sweet point every time.

With shaking hands Remy reached to the bottle of lube and squeezed some on the palm of his hand and reached to grab that throbbing cock. They both moaned when Remy started coating it. He wanted to make it last, to torment Logan like he was doing it but then his lover pushed a THIRD finger inside his swelled hole and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Now… S’il vous plait, now!” demanded the frustrated thief.

“You must do it yourself” said Logan guiding the lean hips into position. “Do it slowly. I wanna watch as you impale yourself on my thick cock. Wanna see your tight hole swallowing it inch by inch.”

Almost sobbing Remy started to lower himself. First he felt the swelled head at the entrance of his body. Without hesitation he pressed down, forcing the thick head inside. They both groaned loudly as it easily slipped into the boys body.

“Yeah… good boy…” Praised him Logan, touching his straining erection. “Now be still for a minute. I wanna watch yer.”

Remy whimpered desperately. He wanted that WHOLE cock inside him. But still he complied and froze with only the head inside and his muscles straining to keep the position.

“Good… Oh God Remy yer so beautiful!” Logan pulled the thief in for a kiss and in a matter of a  heartbeat rolled them so that Remy was on his back and Logan was kneeling between his legs, still only the head of his throbbing erection in the boy. He moved the long, lean legs over his shoulders.

Remy moaned, trashing and rolling his head on the pillow, babbling incoherently. Logan leaned over him and captured his lips forcing the thief to concentrate only on him. And then, when his tongue thrust into the hot cavern of Remy’s mouth, he thrusted, pushing all he way in.

Remy screamed and gripped Logan’s shoulders in bruising grip. Logan didn’t stop. He slipped out almost all the way and then slammed back again and again listening to screams and moans from his Cajun lover.

It didn’t take long for both of them. Suddenly they were both were trashing, howling and screaming their pleasure. Remy’s shields gave up and he send his whole orgasm into Logan’s mind and took his inside. The mad circle of pleasure almost drove Remy out of his mind. When his orgasm finally subsided he felt a heavily panting Logan lying beside him, holding him, stroking his hair and murmuring soft words.

He sighed, feeling happy and relaxed and quickly fell asleep. He never noticed when Logan got up and went for the bathroom. Neither did he wake up when Logan cleaned him carefully and then spooned behind him, pulling the thief’s body into a protective embrace.