The Queen of Wands

A/N: Taking a trip to the club gets Remy a reaction from his feral. Logan discovers he likes this look....

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Chapter 10


Logan couldn't help the instinctive way his hand went to the small of Remy's back as they walked into the bustling club. The lights and smoke and perfumes assaulted Logan's senses. He grunted in irritation but followed his excited lover into the crowd.

He watched the way Remy responded to the flood of emotions. The Cajun seemed to light up. A sparkle in those ruby orbs that made Logan grin.

He noticed the turning heads as they passed. True, normally Remy turned heads when they went out. There was no denying his thief was beautiful. But now Logan noticed the increased amount of men ogling his lover. He felt his hackles raise and he caught as many eyes as he could giving them a 'fuck off' look.

Remy curled a arm through Logan's and tugged the feral toward the bar. Looking up at his lover with a playful expression, the Cajun leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Buy a girl a drink?" he asked in a voice colored with laughter. Logan turned to nuzzle the thief's hair. He growled in delight when he caught the scent of sandalwood in the silk strands.

"What can I get ya, Dalrin?" he asked and smiled at the pretty Cajun. The empath shivered with pleasure and pulled Logan up to the bar.

After a few shots of bourbon, Remy shimmied out of the trench coat, laying across the stool he had been sitting on. The effect of the simple action was large. Men and women in the immediate area all turned and looked at the beautiful woman who only had eyes for Logan.

"Wanna dance, me." Remy said, eyes scanning the dance floor with elation. Logan frowned at the mass of writhing bodies and caught the slender fingers of his lover's hand.

"Listen, Baby. Ya know I ain't a dancer. But I know what dancing is for ya." He spoke with a warmth to his graveled voice. Bringing the fingers to his lips he kissed them. "Let me watch ya move." he said and gathered the coat in his hand. He urged the glassy eyed Cajun toward the floor.

"You sure, Bebe?" Remy asked, trying to hide the way his body twitched to move. Logan nodded.

"I'll have my eye on ya." he chuckled and felt the thief lean in to take a deep hot kiss from him. When Remy pulled back Logan licked his lips to catch the lingering taste there.

"Just need a little realize, Mon Amore." Remy assured as he slipped away and wiggled into the throng.

Snagging a tall bar table near the dance floor, Logan settled down to watch his lover move to the music. He ordered a beer from a passing waitress and locked his sight on the slinking figure his lover now wore.

In his normal body, Remy had a grace and sensuality to his movement that was beautiful to watch. In this new body, nothing had changed. The Cajun was an erotic image, all long limbs and swinging copper hair.

Around Remy the crowd was pulsing and shifting. He drank in the waves of energy and emotions. It was better than booze or drugs. The way he floated on all the lust, desperation, hope and out right envy, was divine.

Moving to the heartbeat rhythm he tested the control and dexterity he had in this female body. From the feelings he was picking up around him, he was doing very well.

Eyes closed, head back and body swaying, Remy surrendered to the pleasure of dancing. The Cajun was lost in one of the few things that had never let him down. Even when he had felt the worst, after escaping from Sinister, surviving Antarctica, defying probability and death. Dancing was always an activity that buoyed his spirits and recharged his soul.

If he could still dance this well it would be no trouble to sharpen his fighting skills. A full mega watt smile spread across the sensual mouth. Surrendering to the joy he was feeling, Remy was greatly startled when a strong arm slipped around his waist and a ridged body pressed to his back. Opening confused eyes, he looked around to see who was touching him so intimately.

A muscled and slick looking blonde was grinding his semi hard cock into Remy's ass. The thief was pulling away from him in a split second. The man's strength was more than Remy expected and the Cajun was stunned when he couldn't get away. Glaring at the man over his shoulder, he bared his teeth and spoke loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Don' recall asking t'be pawed. Hands off!" the Cajun snapped, yanking at the strong arm. The man just chuckled and pulled Remy tighter to him.

"Oh you're begging for me to paw you, Baby." he said and humped his hips against Remy's ass some more. The Cajun felt the blood rush to his face and he shook his head.

"Was trying t'be polite." he sneered and kicked back into the man's shins.

Yelping at the force with which the kick struck, the man hurled the Cajun toward the floor.

"Fucking Bitch!" he snarled and blinked as Remy spun with the momentum and ended up facing him with a pissed off expression.

"Vas te faire encule." The pretty thief cursed and assumed a fighting stance. The muscle bound idiot laughed and pulled back a hand to strike the Cajun.

Remy smiled and easily side stepped it. The crowd that had circled them, laughed as the jackass stumbled and made an angry sound. Gaining his feet he came back up. Spitting insults, he went to tackle the slender figure but he crashed into what felt like a brick wall.

It was actually Logan's chest.

The blonde man looked at the dark feral man with a face like a thunder cloud.

"Ya thinkin' of doin' somthin' stupid, Bub?" Logan asked and caught the clumsy punch the man threw at him. His fingers wrapped around the man's fist and clenched. There was a crunching sound as his greater strength compressed the small bones.

The man screamed and sagged to his knees. Remy came up behind Logan and put a hand on the feral's shoulder.

'Let'em go, Cher. Ain't wort' it." the thief's honeyed tone calmed the angy man down and he released the idiot's hand.

"When the answer is no, ya fuck off. Got it?" he asked, pointing at the man and wrapping his arm around Remy's waist. The blonde blinked up with a gapping mouth. Two of his friends came to collect him and steer him away. Remy turned to smile at the still angry Feral and pressed a soft little kiss to his frowning lips.

"Mah Hero." Remy purred and pressed against him. Logan's arms were tight around his waist as they moved off the floor.

"Yeah, yer a fuckin' brat." he snarked and Remy chuckle at the words. They made their way back to the table and Remy ordered another round of shots.

After the scene, everyone gave the curious couple a wide birth. Logan was fine with that. It meant they could be out together, Remy could soak up the emotions and no one tried to put their hands on his mate.

They stayed for a few hours. Remy danced a couple more times and they shared more shots.

When the feral deemed they were ready to go. He herded his Cajun toward the door, ignoring the whining protests. Remy didn't mean them anyway.

As they cleared the front door, there was a line of people still waiting to get in. Two sleazy looking men cat-called at the Cajun beauty. Logan scowled for the millionth time that night. Remy flipped them off with a brilliant smile.

As they moved passed the men, one reached out and grabbed Remy's ass. There was a flicker of movement and the man gasped. Remy deftly twisted his wrist up behind his back.

"Now, don' tink you want a trip to de hospital tonight, do you?" He hissed at the man. Gaping, the man shook his head and Remy smiled. "Dere's a good boy." The women in the line applauded and shouted admiring words to the thief.

Watching the Cajun handle himself with the same competence as always, made Logan feel a surge of arousal. His Remy was a dangerous predator, no matter the gender.

Smiling with lots of fangs, he wrapped his arm around Remy's shoulders and they walked back to the jeep, chuckling.

The ride home was a mix of high energy chattering from the super charged empath and heated looks from the greatly turned on feral.

They arrived home both extremely aroused and stumbling to get up to their rooms.

Once the door was closed, Remy backed across the living room floor with one arm extended, finger crooked to beckon the feral closer.

Growling and stalking forward Logan closed in on his lover.

"Every man and most of the women in that pace wanted to fuck ya." he said in a husky voice. Remy laughed and tossed the trench coat on a chair.

"No' every man, am sure der were gay men der." he said flippantly. Logan shook his head.

"I am pretty sure I saw some of them droolin' over ya too." he replied and backed the slender thief against the wall. Faces inches apart, Remy looked deep into his lover's eyes.

"Don't care bout dem." he whispered. Logan smiled wide.

"Better not." he teased and pressed a deep hard kiss to the full lips. Remy melted into the hard body pressing into him. They licked and nipped at each other's mouths until Remy pulled back for air.

"Merde, you sho' is eager, Cher." the thief teased and pressed the feral back so he could slip away toward the bedroom.

Logan made a grunting sound and followed his lover, swatting at the pert little ass.

"I'll show ya eager." he growled and closed the bedroom door behind them with a thump. Remy turned and smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed. Sticking one long leg out, he wiggled his penciled brows and leaned back on his hands.

"Help Remy wit des boots?" he purred. Logan raised a brow and stroked his chin. From where he was standing, when Remy raised his leg, the feral could see the black silky panties the Cajun wore. His cock thickened and pressed against his zipper. Stepping forward and kneeling before the long legs, Logan caught the leather clad foot.

He carefully unlaced the tight boot. His hand cupped the back of Remy's calf, massaging through the leather. Drawing the laces out, he slipped the boot from Remy's foot and set it down. Grasping the stocking clad foot, he rubbed the high arch, making the thief moan softly. He set the foot gently down and reached for the other boot.

Repeating the treatment with the second foot. When the boots were off, Logan continued to rub his hands up the long toned legs. Loving the sound Remy was making, he leaned forward press a kiss to each knee. His thick fingers slipping higher and grazed the tops of the stockings.

Remy's red eyes were watching the feral with intensity. Each caress and touch brought a soft sound from the Cajun.

Logan, embolden by the sounds, slipped his fingers along the stocking tops to the garters. Tugging at the straps but leaving them in place, he teased the tender skin on the thief's inner thigh. Logan pushed up on his knees.

"Come'er." he gruffed. With a knowing smirk, Remy leaned toward his lover.

The kiss was long and heated, the feral dominating it with a smoldering need. One hand slipped up under the small bit of skirt, to press searching fingertips against the silk. It was warm and damp from the arousal the thief was sustaining. The touch made Remy's thighs tense and the soft gasps to get faster.

Logan's fingers pressed firmly, rubbing with accurate aim. Remy felt the flush race up his body. Breaking from the kiss, Remy's head fell back, moaning.

Pushing the small skirt up, Logan let his eyes rome over the tiny silk garment. He noted the ties on the sides and gave a approving sound.

"I really like this outfit." he groaned and mouthed the long throat as his hands untied the panties.

Moving up to press the Cajun back on the bed, Logan tugged the little garment off and tossed it aside. His touches tracing the soft crease between thigh and hip.

"Ya were like a wild thing out there on that floor tonight." he murmured as he nuzzled the soft creamy cleavage pushed up by the corset. "Free and untamed. Givin' in to yer true self."

Giggling at the tickling sensation, Remy couldn't help the way his legs spread open to his lover.

"Could feel you watching Remy. Could feel your hunger." the empath said in a breathy voice. Logan found the zip in the skirt and pulled the tab slowly. It traversed the length of the mini.

He pushed the fabric aside and leaned back a little to take in the image before him.

His lover lay back, hair a spill of cinnamon silk around his head. Tight black and red corset cinching the waist in and pushing the breasts up. In this reclining position, the barest of pink aureola peeked over the edge of the corset.

Logan's cock was throbbing and cramping in the confines of his jeans. He gave a deep rumbling sound and grasped the rounded hips in his hands.

"Gotta have ya, Baby." he grunted and pressed his jean clad thigh between Remy's legs. The texture of the denim causing the most electric sensation to bloom from the heated little mound.

Remy was lost in the deluge of pleasure that assaulted his senses. One hand flipped on the bed and seemed to be grasping in the direction of the bed table.

"I--I got s-some..." he panted and moaned as the feral's fingers slipped into the wet heat of his body.

Logan tried to listen to what the thief was saying but the warm silk of the channel his fingers delved into took his focus. He stroked slowly, making his lover emit the most delicious sounds.

"I wann take ya just like this. Wanna feel those silk stockin's around my hips and I plunder ya." he groaned, feeling caught up in the game they were playing. Remy moaned and blinked at the feral.

"Yes....cher...but...de drawer." he panted as Logan's stroking began to include a thumb rub on the swollen clit.

"Ok, Baby." Logan said softly and reached to yank the drawer open. His blue eyes peered into the cubby and he gave a short chuckle. In the midst of half packs of smokes, hair ties, playing cards and lube was a very large box of condoms.

"Somethin' else ya got while ya were out today?" he asked as he forced his way into the box and pulled out a strip of foil packets. Tearing one off with his teeth, he slowly pulled his fingers from his lover and stole another deep kiss.

He put the foil square on the bed and broke the kiss. Smiling at the dazed look on Remy's face, Logan pushed up off the bed. Looking with great heat at the half naked body in the bed, he began to work off his jeans.

Remy seemed to wake up and suddenly there were soft fingers tugging the zipper down, pulling the thick cock out.

Licking the kiss bruised lips, Remy glanced up at his lover and smirked before leaning in and taking the thick length into his mouth. He paused a moment as Logan made the most incredible growl.

Trying not to smile too much, Remy began to move his head. His sinful mouth working magic on his lover's length.

The Feral fisted both hands in the Cajun's hair and rocked with the stroking mouth.

"Oh Gods, Ya have the most incredible mouth, Baby." he grunted and felt his climax hovering closer. Remy's cheeks hollowed as he drew hard on the feral's cock. The pressure being delicious but not where Logan wanted thing to end. Loosening his grip he cupped the Cajun's cheek and stilled the bobbing head.

"Want to feel you inside, Darlin'." he mumbled and pulled the thief to his feet. Taking a heated kiss from the full lips, Logan guided Remy back to the bed and laid him down. Climbing over his lover, Logan felt the silk of the stocking clad legs wrap around his hips.

Leaning up on his knees he caught the little foil packet. He tore it open and rolled the bit of latex down his cock before leaning back down to look deep into his lover's eyes. Remy seemed to be deeply touched the his feral would give him this little concession.

Holding the red gaze, he shifted to line himself with the wet core of Remy's sex. He grasped one hand and threaded their fingers together.

Breathing together, they melted into another kiss as Logan thrust himself deep into Remy.

The cry the thief let go into their kiss made Logan's spine tingle. Slowly easing back out he broke the kiss and watched his lover's face as he plunged back in.

They rolled and bucked to a fast, hard rhythm. The feel of the Cajun's body around his cock made Logan growl and sink his teeth into the white shoulder.

Hissing with pleasure, Remy clenched his inner muscles making the thrusts come that much harder. It was hot, and hard and so incredible. Grasping the Cajun's hips, Logan lifted them off the bed and gave in to the Wolverine's harsh need.

Loud moans, the slick slap of skin on skin and breathy growls filled the room. They pushed and pulled, trying to find that perfect friction. Logan's aggression spiked with the intensity of Remy's scent.

Deep, forceful and claiming, the thrusts took Remy's breath away. Panting and clinging to his lover, the empath was lost in the emotions and sensation.

"L-Logan...close..." he gasped out as the feral shifted angle and the Cajun slipped over the edge. Tiny muscles twitched and tightened around the feral's cock, making him follow the thief into a chorus of cries and growls.

They fell together, blinded by the pleasure and passion. The latex sheath catching the feral's flood, as it was supposed to.

Panting and still clinging together, the couple blinked their way back to reality.

Smiling like a satisfied cat, Remy ran fingers down the feral's sweaty back.

"Mon Amore, you sho' know how ta make dis Cajun scream your name." he purred and kissed the dazed man sweetly. Logan chuckled as he eased back to remove the condom.

"Yer the only one I want ta hear screamin' my name." he said and settled on his back. Remy quickly removed the remaining clothing. He let out a sigh as the corset came off.

When the naked body pressed to his side, Logan curled his arm around his lover. Remy nuzzled his face against the man's chest.

"Je t'aime." he whispered and Logan stroked up and down the thief's back.

"Love ya too, Baby. More then ya could ever know." he said softly. When a contented sigh they dozed off to sleep.

TBC.....