Logan watched the still figure on his bed and wondered how
did it all happened. When did his life turned into a disaster?
He came closer and pushed the still slightly damp hair of the Cajuns
face. It has been three weeks since Drake showed him Remy. The trial
of Essex has begun… the odds were, he would be sentenced to life
inprisonment. But Logan wasn't interested in watching the trial. All
he wanted was that young man get out of his catatony.

When Remys wounds healed he was relesed from hospital. Since he had
no family, Logan decided to take him in. He felt as if he had a debt
to pay… and he needed to take care of the thief.

During the last few weeks, spent on sitting beside Remys bed and
talking to him about everything and nothin, he understood just how
much he loved him. He always felt uneasy around sick people. Maybe
because he was unfamiliar with the constant physical illness due to
his healing factor, maybe because of his somewhat animalistic nature…
but taking care of Remy wasn't like he thought it would be. And maybe
it was because he loved that man? But he found infinitive care and
patience inside of himself. He fed, dressed and washed the kid and
there was never even a single uneasy thought about it. All he wanted
was for Remy to get well again. He wanted to tell him how much he
loved him. How much he cared, how much he regretted his cruel words.

- Remy… - He whispered softly, his feelings clear in his voice. – I
wish you were here with me to watch that sunrise. It's cold outside
but the sun is bright… - His voice cracked a little. The doctors said
it would be good to talk to Remy, beacause he may hear something, but
tey weren't sure it would help.

But he tried. Talked and talked till his throat gone dry. He kept
stroking the thiefs hair and telling him how it was outside. Finally,
after what seemed hours he could talk no more.

Slowly he moved the kid on the bed and lay next to him. Gently he
wrapped his arms around the thin figure and pulled him close to his
chest.

- Sleep now Darlin'. It's OK. I'm here, you're with me. You're safe…
I love you Remy. – He whispered softly nuzling Remys neck and closed
his eyes for a short nap. He hadn't slept much these days and felt
tired. Strangely tired. Like nothing he felt before.

Kind of exhaustion that reached down to his very soul…

* * *

Warmth.

He felt something warm engulfing him. His body seemed cold and numb
for so long. And silent.

Everything around him seemed so silent… He couldn't remember why or
how he end up in this strange place, but it didn't bother him.

Thinking was hard. His mind seemed so lazy, thoughts so incoherent.
He didn't want to focus on a single matter.

His body was numb. He felt as if floating on a surface of water.
Still… he was cold.

He longed to fell asleep again, to stop that haoic train of thoughts.
To seep before the pain came back. Slowly he started drifting to
numbness angain but teh warmth was just on the edge of his sences.

Warmth

He tried to open his eyes, to see what was it, but couldn't. His
whole word consisted of endless blackness. But the strange, foreign
feeling forced him to THINK. To focus on it. It was hard. Trying to
understand ust what it was. He wasn't sure he even WANTED to do it.

Something inside of him struggled against that decision, telling him
it was better to stay here, like this, oblivious to the outside world.

* * *

Still sleeping, Logan felt the body beside him becom gradually
colder. Acting on instinct, he pulled the body closer, wrapping
himself all around it in oder to give his mate his own body heat.

* * *

The feeling became more intense,as if it refused to to be forgotten,
pushed aside. It seemed to slowly creep closer.

Now it wasn't something on the edge of his mind. It nearly touched
him. Suddenly he was afraid. The HEAT was strange, foreign to him.

Part of him wanted to let it swallow him, to let him feel again but
the other part of him mind refused, screamed to him to get away. Told
him that the cold was good, the numbness was good. Beacause when he
was numb, he could feel. No pleasure and no pain…

* * *

Logan woke up startled by the sudden stench of fear in teh room. The
body in his arms was completly rigit. The cold skin turned grey and
covered in sweat. Logan knew something wrong was going on, but
couldn't understand just what it was.

Suddenly Remys eyes snapped open. Theywere unfocused and looked
fogged, like if he was heavily drugged.

- Remy… - called Logan softly, not wanting to spook him. – Can you
hear me?

So very slowly the red on black eyes focused. First on the
surrounding, taking in where he was and then on Logan. For a long
moment Logan thought he saw recognision in them but he was wrong. As
soon as Remy understood that the weight above him was actually a man,
he started strugling wildly.

Logan let out a surprised yelp when the scent of fear became
sickening in its intensity and Remy's nails atrted tearing through
his flesh, drawing blood. The panic, the animalistic fear above
everything else gave the still weak body a suprising strenght. Remy
should be weak as a kitten but he fought fo all it was worth.

Knowing that restraining the kid would only make matters worse he
backed off.

As soon as he was free, Remy bolted out of bed. His legs, not used to
keeping his weight any more gave up and he fell, but kept crawling
away from Logan, away from that large man.

Something inside Logan howled seeing Remy like this, scared out of
him mind, reduced to animalistic behaviour.

Remy curled into a protective ball in the farest corner of teh room,
ans hissed at Logan weakly when the older man wanted to aproach him.

The kid was obviously in pain. So many weeks without moving had its
tool on his physical condition. Keeping that curled position must
have beed painful but the fear was stronger.

- Remy… - Logan tried once more.

The kid backed off even more, not trusting him, afraid and hissed
with more force, baring his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot, wild and
unfocused.

There was no way he could approach the Cajun without making him even
more afraid. Instead he slowly sank to his knees, sitting on the
floor trying to look as unthreateningly as possible and started
talking to him. Just like he did, when remy was completly catatonic.
He was sure emy didn't understood even a word. But the calm, steady
sound of Logans voice did catch his attention.

Logan talked about his love for the younge man, about all those weeks
spent in hospital by his unmoving side, and about his decision to
take care of him.

He talked for hour, vahually aware of the sun going down and the ache
in his muscled forced to remain in the same position for such a long
time. He felt a pressure on his bladder but didn't dare to move. For
some time now, the kid seemed to be listening to his voice. He was
oblivious to words he said but the timbre told him that Logan wasn't
going to attack him.

- Remy please… come back to me. I would do everything for you,
everything. I am so sorry I didn't give you a chance. It was all my
fault. If I hadn't been blinded by my own anger and hurt I could have
seen your hurt as well. when you came back to save Scott… you never
even believed I would forgive you, don't you? You didn't try to fight
of my words. Those cruel, unjustified words. I know that they can
hurt more deeply that any knife. I am so sorry Remy… so sorry…

He didn't even notice he was crying till he smelled salt in the air.
He wanted to whip the tears away but then Remy moved and Logan froze,
not wanting to scare the kid again.
Slowly Remy started crawling towards Logan, his eyes focused on
something on his face. Logan didn't dare to even breath deeper. He
sat there still as a rock praying to every god he knew for his lover
to come back to him.

When Remy reached him, he stopped about a feet away and hesitated.
Logan wanted to encourage his lover but was afraid to make a gesture
or a sound, because it could have effect other an intended.

He looked at the skinny Cajun and suddenly noticed the way Remy
always avoided his eyes, the way he crawled with his head low and
hair over his eyes. For some reason he was afraid of eye contact an
Logan decided to risk. He closed his eyes and waited.

For a long moment nothing happened, all he could hear was the kids
harsh, raged breathing and the pounding of his heart and then he
heard him move. Ever so carefully he crawled closer and reached a
shaking hand to Logans face. Then the Canadian flt cold fingertips
tracing wet trails on his cheeks. Heopened his eyes slowly and saw
Remy staring at his fingers and then slowly bring them to his mouth
to lick the salty tears, taste them with wary curiosity.

Logan felt new tears welling up in hi eyes and blinkjed them ayway.
He hated seing Remy like this.

- Remy… - He whispered softly but that was enough to break the spell
and Remy jumped good five feets away from him in one paniced movement.

Logan immediately stilled himselfs cursing his stupidity.

Then he felt it.

It took him a momemnt to realise that the feeling was accompanioning
him for the last few days but he was so focused on Remy that he
didn't notice it.

There was a light tugging on the edge of his mind. Nothing irritating
or threatening, more like soft presence that was more afraid that he.

-Remy is an empath – he remembered Drake saying it.

Was it Remy? He desperately tried to remember what empaths did. They
could feel other peoples feeling and send them…

He focused on his love, the need to protect and cherish the Cajun
hoping he would pic it up and relax a little. He couldn't understand
words but maybe he could feelings?

Logan concentrated on the memories of remy trying to seduce him, that
time in his bedroom when he for the first time experienced a blow job
given by a man. He remembered the way the Cajun had intrigue\d and
aroused him, the way he felt during their first and only night
together.

Suddenly his atention caught a little whiper from the kid. Slowly
Logan turned his face to him and looked at the dishelved,s till
scared and now confused thief. He WAS getting the message but
couldn't decide if he liked it or not. But when Logan moved a little
closer, remy didn't back off in panic.

Logan smiled at the small victory and proceeded to move closer, still
not sure how close he would be allowed. And then remys stomach
growled. Logan stopped.

- Are you hungry? – He asked but got no answer.

- Eat? – He tried once more, using only one simple word.

Remny looked at him, but there was no understanding in his eyes. At
least the fear receeded.

Slowly Logan started backing off. He figured that getting up in from
of the still crouching thief would be bad thing.

When he was nearly at the door he stood up.

- I am going to bring you something to eat… you just stay here, OK? –
He asked unsure. Remy only stared at him not showing any signs of
understanding.

Slowly logan made his way to the kitchen thinking about what had
happened. His heart rejoiced at teh thought that Remy wasn't
catatonic any more, but this wasn't much better eighter. Right now he
had problems with thinking pf something to eat. For last months Remy
was fed by IV's. His stomach would refuse to keep anything heavy so
he decided on a simple sandwich.

While he was preparing the light snack his acute sense of hearing
caught movement in the entrance to the kitchen. He pretended he
didn't feel the eyes observing him, nor he noiced the crouched figure
in the shadows.

When he finished he wasn't surprise to find nothing behind him.
Slowly he returned to the bedroom, the plate in his hands and found
Remy curled in the corner. If it wasn't for his senses he would never
knew about the thiefs litle trip.

He put the plate on the floor and backed off till he was sitting on
the bed. Just like he thought. Only when he was away did Remy
approach the plate. Carefully he sniffed the sandwiches and looked
them from every side, casting a carefull glance at Logan every each
time.

His stomach growled once more and finally Remy started eating. Logan
smiled watching him. He had the feeling that everything will be Ok,
it had to be.

When Remy finished eating he backed to his corner once more. Logan
could see he was tired. His eyes were drifting shut but the kid
fought it. He still didn't trust Logan enough to fell asleep in front
of the other man.

Understanding it Logan slowly shed his clothes, staying only in
sweats and crawled to bed.
He put the light down and pretended to be asleep. After a very long
moment he heard the even, slow breathing comming rom the corner of
the room.

Moving as slowly as possible he go up and put a pillow and a blanked
near the kid. He knew he would only wake him up if he tried to tuck
him in, so he just left the items there, wishing Remy used them in
case he got cold during the night.

* * *

Two weeks.

Two weeks since Remy woke up.

Two weeks without a word from his lover, only ocasional hissing when
the younger man felt threatened.

Two weeks of constant hope.

Two weeks of going to bed earlier and wishing desperately that the
next day, when he would open his eyes, he would see Remy smiling at
him… or at least recognising him.

Emy seemd to remember what bathrooms are for, he knew how to use
utencils but didn't understand a single word Logan said.

The presence in his mind was also strange. It appeared and left
without warning. Sometimes it was strong enought that Logan could
FEEL Remy in it. But mosty there as just pain.

He couldn't remember if he had ever been hurting so much. He loved
Remy with all his strenght but he started loosing his hope. He found
himself slowly accepting the fact, that Remy Lebeau would never come
to himself again.

Since awakening he hadn't done any progress.

Right now, lying in his bed he decided to call Jean first thing in
the morning. Till now he waited for Remy to heal by himself not
believing that he would appreaciate strangers messing with him, but
there seemed to be no other way.

He closed his eyes desperately wishing to feel asleep, to the sound
of even breathing comming from the corner.

Remy refused to leave the coner, he did however accept some blankets
and matress fom Logan. But there still was no trust in the kid.

* * *

Logan woke up panting and sweating. He was having one of teh
hitest dreams of his life when his senses told him he was being
observed.

He still had the taste of Remy's skin on his tongue, the soft moans
in his ears when he was jerked back to reality. His eyes snapped
open, body tense and ready to fight any possible attacker when he saw
a still to thin figure perched at the enge of his bed.

He blinked to adjust his eyes to darkness and saw the strangely
focused look on the Cajuns face that seemed so normal, so human right
now.

It took him a momemn to realise he had thrown his blankets off during
the sleep and his erection was clearly visible under the thin sweats.

Remy looked at his face and then at his body, pausing for a long
moment at his groin.

Logan swallowed thickly wondering if his state had scared the young
man. He remembered what the doctors told him. The internal demage –
the tearings in his rectum, some obviously caused by sharp objects.

There was no doubt the kid was sexually abused above mental and
physicall torture. The doctors told him taht even if he survived he
would never react normally to sex. Ever.

Did he scare him?

- Remy… - He spoke softly, the sound of his voice not scaring the
thief anymore. – I won't hurt you, you know that. Never… trust me,
please…

Remy moved his eyes back to his grey ones. There was strange
understanding in those red on black eyes, the knowledge and awarness
but it only lasted for a second.

Then he felt the gentle touch in his mind. It was… different from
what he was used to. Less shy, less frightened more… curious?

He snifed the air trying to determinate Remys emotions by his scent
and he did feel curisity.

Sowly he relaxed his body and his mind allowing that foreighn
presence to seek his mind for whatever answer it needed.

He didn't move when Remy scooped a little closer. Nor did he move
when he felt first shy touch on his chest. Cold, fragile fingers
stroked him lightly, sliding just above nis nipple. He failed in
restraining a moan. He was still rock hard from the dream and his
enhanced sensed included hypesesivity to the touch. Usually he was
able to hide his reactions but it was months since he had sex and
last weeks he couldn't even jack off because Remy was watching him
too closely for this. His body was on edge. He got these wet dreams
more and more often and when he woke up, hard and aching he couldn't
even relieve the need. Not with remy pretending to be sleeping in the
corner of the room.

He was jerked of from his musings by the scent.

Fear mixed with arousal comming off of remy in great vawes. He looked
at the red haired man in front of him but the red bangs his his eyes
from him. Suddenly there were TWO hands gliding along his chest.

Cold ouch on his flat stomach that trembled just like his thoughts.
He didn't knew what was happening. Should he be allowing it? Or
should he stop the kid?

In the end decicion wasn't his.
The momnt he wanted to push remy way something changed. The kid
looked up on him. Eyes burning red with something that actually
scared Logan – madness.

Anger, lust, hurt… hatred everything moxed together and causing the
red orbs to flare.

Something had changed, snapped in the Cajun and now all thehurt, pain
and fear was seeking a way out. And Logan was his closest target.

- Re… - He wanted to call him again but the the usually neutral
presence in his mind changed.

Logan arched upwards, nearly comming off of bed and roared in pain.
Empathic attac hitting full force on his exposed, unguared mind.

The sheer amunt of pain was threatening to urn him feral. Such hurt.
He holed and trasched at the bed not sure what was happening, his
ssences were obviously fooling him. He felt as if the skin of his
wrists and ankles was being torn from his flesh. It hurted so much he
started choking on his own screams. But that wasn't the worst.

He felt the imaginary fists, heavy and skilled, comming down on his
body. He actually heard the crushing of his ribs, the unspoken pain
of drawing a breath in.

But still it wasn't that bad. His feral side that was nearing to
overwhelm him started pushing the prsence from his mind and the
feelings eased. When he felt the tortures go down his body he
understood.

Somehow he was experiencing everything remy did and consciously he
surrended his mind to everything. He willingly offered himself to the
raging red eyes in from of him. He didn't even notice the kid
straddling his stomach when the incredible pain shot from his lower
back up his spine. He felt as if being ripped apart, cut from the
inside. The pain so strong so maddening that he couldn't even scream.
He sounds he made were nothing more that chocked whimpers.

Vagually he was aware of other sounds accompaning him. Scream,
whimpers and growls that came from the thin figure atop him.

When teh pain subsided he was hit with the wave of anger so strong it
made him sick inside. Remy was screamingm, his eyes shut obviously
reviving it all again. He clawed with his short nails at his chest,
ripping Logans skin and drawing blood from the sensitive spots. He
wanted to fight, his instinct told him to throw the assasiner off but
he couldn't. Some part of him told him that if Remy threw it all out
of him, he would be Ok again.

He didn't try to fight that fingers cuttng into his skin, nor did he
react at the fists that came after. Hard, suprisingly fierce blows
cascading onto his jaw, eyes, nose. He felt it being broken and heald
the moment later. He could taste his own blood but he merely clenched
his hands on the seet to keep himself still.

Remy was now shouting something illegible, shaking like a man in
agony and his eyes burned with red light iluminated his still to
skinny face with demonic glow.

Logans senses were assauled from inside and outside.He felt the blows
but also felt the empathic assault oddly thankfull for it. his
instinc told him that there was still more to come. And he wasn't
wrong.

Instead of calming himself down, Remy seemed to go deeper and deeper
into his madness now tearing logans sweats into pieces. Logan
understood he had to live through the sexuall abuse that he was
under. He braced himself for everything there was to come.

His head was spinning when he felt the cold hand close over his still
partialy hard member and stroked in ruthlessly, sqeesing painfully
hard. He holwed when his mind was again flooded with feeling
emotions/memories. The fear, shame despair… death wish. It all cursed
through him like a train, leaving him hurting and panting. The
desperate strokes still menaged to arouse him, because part of his
mind knew it was Remy and wanted him. And that fact set him off even
more.

Logan felt the short nails cut into sensitibe skin of his thights and
howled in pain. The sound ended abruptly when that nails scrapped
along his shat causing him to bleed. He bit his own tongue nearly
choking on it. tears were running down his cheeks while the assault
continued. Emy kept punishing his body, him for everything HE
suffered.

Logan felt his legs being jerked open and KNEW what was comming. But
still there was no wish for him to fighjt Remy. He could do it, even
with his mind practically fried with the ebmotions he still was much
stonger physically and could take the kid down in a matter of
seconds.

He was surprised how strong the kid was actually, the force with wich
he was gripping his tights keeping them open was painfull.

Logan menaged to only take a deep breath, preparing himself gor more
pain when he felt the pressure.

There was no shesistating, no feeling in it. just hate, hurt and
desperate need to hurt back. He felt the flat head o the thiefs cock
PUSH inside tearing him open. Without any preparation, lubricant…
nothing the pain was unberable. He FET his insides being torn, the
delicate surface of his rectum burned and he was sure his muscles
were torn. His healing factor didn't help eighter because as soon as
the tearings were heald the hard cock inside him torn him again.

The movement became faster when his own blood lubricated his passage.
He never imagined the rape could HURT so much. He wasn;'t aware he
was crying not only for the young man trashing so madly above him and
shouting something no one could understand, but also because of pain.

Suddenly Remy slammed into him once more and stilled. Logan bserved
him comming. Although his body seemed to fing release,a nd he felt
the hot seed being released inside him, he knew there was no pleasure
in it.

All the time the spasm were cursing through the young man, silent
sobs were heard. He collapsed on Logan sobbing and crying and
shaking, completly spent. The explosion of anger and hatred exhaused
him.

The menacing presene in his mind also recided. The softening cock
slipped out of him and Logan released a strangled sigh letting his
body heal and clearing him mind of pain. He refused to think about
what happened.

Slowly he untangled his hands fron the torn sheets and put his arms
around the shivering and sobbing young man on top of him.

His senses were assauletd with the odour of seed, blood, salt and
sadness.

He felt tears dripping from Remys on his reshly healed chest and
tried to hug the kid, praying to gods Rem,y would allow him to.

The Cajun was crying for hours, when he had no more tears he shook
with dry sobs that threatened to tear Loans heart apart. Nothing he
experienced that night was worse that hearing those heart wrenching
sounds. The depression, hut… all that Logan couldn't take from Remy.

Instead he stroked his hair and murmured soft nothings trying to
soohe him, to let him know he wasn't alone.

Finally remy fell asleep still lying on top of covered in blood
Wolverine.

When the sun came up Remy woke. He saw the bloody marks on the wide,
hairy chest he was lying on and the events of teh previous night came
back to him. He wanted to jerk back but strong arms that surrounded
him, rfused to let him go.

He looked up into gentle gray eyes and froze.

Logan stared at him with such joy, he couldn't speak. The momemnt he
heard the kid wake up he was teryfied to find Remy in his animal-like
state again. But when he saw the awarnessm recognision in Cajuns
alien eyes his heart skipped a beat. Remy was back.

They stared at each other for an endless moment.

- I… hurt you… - Whispered Remy hearely, his throat sore from the
screaming.

- I love you – blurted Logan out. He knew he should have said
something different, assure that nothing was wrong but still he was
terrified that he won't have another chance to say it. – I love you
so much Remy. I thought I have lost you… I love you… - Logan realised
he was loosing controll but the need to tell all this to remy was
overwhelming. – Please believe me! Please! I know you are and empath,
read my felings!

Remy stared at him in shock. After all that he has done… and that
dreadfull night, Logan told him, he loved him?

- Please… - Begged Logan, all his pride aside. It he lost Remy, he
lost everything worth living for.

Still shocked, but unable to resist Remy reached out for Logans mind
with his empathy. Tentatively he lingered just at the edge of it. he
remembered the ease with which he linked to Logan last night and was
now surprosed te find strong defences on his way.

Ans suddenly they all were gone and the mind stood wide open to him
and Remy understood that Logan gave in to him last high. He lookat
all those powerfull muscless and KNEW he would have no chancess at
all in his weakened state.

Still unsure he slipped into the mind of Wolverine and FELT. Felt all
that love, guilt, the need to protect, the fear of loosing him.

It made his eyes sing. He gasped at the sheer strenght of Logans
feeling. He… LOVED… him. The realisation hitting him only now.

Slowly, still unsure of himself, he upened his own mind and let Logan
feel HIS emotions. The soft, tender yet fierce love he had for the
older man.

He felt those strong arms pulled him closer for a hug.

- Oh god… How I missed you. I thought I would never have you in my
arms again… - Whispered Logan while kissing his face.

- Love you too Logan. All that time… I just wanted to come back to
you… just never thought it possible. – whispered hoarely Remy.

Epilogue

Remy stood in the bathroom trying to comb his long, wet hair when the
dor opened. In the bathroom mirror he saw logan only in his
sweatpants. He smiled at his lover, who still wasn't too much awake.

His unruly hair stood in every possible direction and eyes were still
closed when he headed for the shower.

Logan stopped in front of Remy and pulled him close for a kiss. After
two months Remy was no longer stiffening in his arms. Althought they
didn't have sex yet, they explored each other boduies with their
hands.

They spent some serious time in bed together only touching and
tasting never taking it further. But Logan felt it was time to try
something new. He knew Remy can never be able to heve sex as a
submissive partner because of what he endured but Logan had other
ideas in mind.

- Morning cher. – said the thief panting a little when Logan finally
let him go.

- Morning, care to join me?

Emy only laughed and shook his head. He knew that if he etered that
shower they wouldn't finish by noon.

- Non. I'm going to grab something to eat.

Logan stroked the now healthy looking face and whispered:

- I love you thief.

- Love you too. – answered Remy and left the bahroom giving Logan a
playfull swat in the ass.

Logan growled at him half heartedly and stepped into the shower. He
had some things to consider.

* * *

- Cher! – Called Remy as soon as he entered the apartment he now
shared with Logan.

- I'm here! – called Logan from the bedroom.

When Remy entered the room he froze in awe.

Logan was doing his kata. He could do nothing else than to stare at
the magnificent body, the herd muscless rippling under tanned skin
and lick his lips. His cock twitched in agreement as Logan went
through the moves.

Remy noticed the way Logans nostrils flaed and he knew the feral man
was scenting the air, scenting his arousal.

- Fuck! I can't concentrate! – said Logan and in one, lightning-speed
movement was right in front of Remy kissing him passionately.

Remy tangled his hands in that unruly mass of wiry hari and moaned
into teh kiss. He found that Logan was VERY responsive to the sounds
he made.

- Remy… I want…

- Want what, cher?

- I wan't you to make love to me… take me. – Said Logan finally.

Instantly Remy started shaking his head. No! He couldn't do this! The
memories of that fatal night came back to him. He hurted Logan! He
couldn't ist doing that again.

- Non… don' wanna hurt you Logn…

- Shh… let us try Darlin'. If you will feel bad about it, we'll stop.

- Why do you want dis, cher? After dat night…

- I want you. I love you and I need to feel you.

The red eyed Cajun looked at him for a long moment before nodding.

Logan kissed him once more and soon the kid was panting again, they
were trying to get the clothes off of them in a hurry to feel others
skin. I seemed as if the longer they were togeher, the stronger the
desire was.

Soon they were lying on the bed touching, feeling, tasting each other
in a frenzy. The hunger, the love for each other was overwhelming.

Logan rolled then so that Remy was resting on top of him.

- You sure cher? – Asked the thief for a thousand time.

- Yes. I wan't you. – he caressed the hadsom ace wih his fingertips.
Both men were painfully aroused and needed reliese that way or
another.

When Logan was sure Remy wouldn't bold on him, he reached to the
bedside tabme and took a small bottle of lube. He smiled reasurringly
at the thief and handed it to him. He laid back and slowly spred his
legs for easier acces.

Although Remy was hesitating, a little scared he aslo caught he
strong scent of arousal. It WAS turning him on.

At the first touch of slick finger near his hole he consciously
blocked memories. Now Remy was almost constantly in his mind and the
last thing he wanted right now was flashabck of that terrible night
when Remy broke down.

He moaned when that finger pushed inside. He intrusion was not
painfull… just strange. He wasn't sure he liked the feeling when the
second figer joined the first one inside of him.

Now he felt it more fully. The STRETCH, the actuall penetration. Remy
was murmuring soft, reasurring words and his free hand kept stroking
his rock hard cock.

Slowly Remy bet over and captured his lips kissing him deeply, using
his tongue to mimick what his fingers were doing inside his tight
passage, while his other hand fisted him slowly.

Logan could only melt under all that atention. He knew Remy was uning
his "Charm" on him and it was the reason the sensations seemed to
intense, but didn't mind it. it took him long weeks to talk Remy into
usining his empathy openly on him. But it was a good decision.

He arched his back from the bed when there were THREE fingers inside
him and they were touching THAT spot that made him almost levitate
from the bed.

Then the sensation was gone.

He opened his eyes to look at the hooded, red on black eyes that were
fille dwith desire and lust.

- Going to make you feel good, real good cher… - shispered Remy
softly as he coated himfelf with lube.
Logan licked his lips when the younger mar positioned himself
betweenhis legs.

- Je t'aime Logan. – said remy as he slowly started pushing in.

Logan grited his theeth at the PRESSURE and then exhaled as remy sank
into him in one, swift movement. It hurt a litle, but nowhere near as
bad as that night.

Thy both froze. Logan trying to adjust to the long, hard shaft inside
him. Stretching and filling him so completly and uterly. And Remy
trying to control himself and not hurt his lover. He closed his eyes
and savoured the hot, tight gripp of his lovers body in his cock.

- Yer gonna move or did you fell asleep there? – Asked him Logan.
Maybe he was a little unconfortable, still not sure if he liked it or
not but he was also aroused so much that he DESPERATELY needed some
kind of reliese.

Remy moved, thrusting the rest of his long shaft into his lover and
lpulling out slowly. Logan grunted at the strange feeling. Not bad at
all…

Then Remy grinned in that wicked way of his and changed angle of the
thrust. Logan thought he would come right then. The feeling of the
whole lenght of his lovers shaft sliding across his prostate sent him
flying. But that wasn't all. Remy positioned himself so that he would
hit that spot at each stroke in and out.

Soon Logan was writhing and trashing under him nearing his climax.

Remy leaned closer and kissed him, positioning so that with ever
thrust, Logans cock was caught between their sweat-soaked bodies and
that fraction was enought to push the Wolerine over the edge.

He came screaming his lovers name. His orgas hit the still linked to
him remy and the Cajun shudered helplessly when wave after wave of
pleasure shot though his body.

He colapsed against Logan completly spent and happy as never before.

He waned to tell Logan how much he loved him, but he had no strenght
left to speak. So instead he linked to Logans mind and showed him his
feeling. He was faliing asleep fast and started loosing control over
the link.

The last thing he remembered was warmth that engulfed him whole –
mind and body and Logan holding him close.
 
 

The end.