The Queen of Wands

A/N: When last we left our heroes, Scott was being a peeping tom, Logan was staking his claim and Remy was counting days....We pick up from there. This is a chapter we have been working toward so put your hardhats on.

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Chapter 12

Logan and Remy made a tense pair as they walked down the hall. The Cajun was getting past the fear now. He was almost one hundred percent certain he was safe from The Wolverine's slip in control. Still, the fact that Scott's peeping had prompted it, left them with another issue to deal with.

Remy reached out slender fingers and caught his lover's large hand. The feral stopped walking and looked at his mate with a hopeful expression.

He felt so damned guilty. He knew how much Remy was terrified of what his new body could do. He had lost his self control.

What if he had been angry instead of possessive? What could he have done to Remy?

The Cajun's smokey voice broke through his thoughts.

"Cher, maybe we talk to Scotty alone? Tink it might be a bit more dangerous iffen Jeannie be der." he suggested and tried to empathically sooth his lover's guilt. Logan's brows went up and he snorted.

"Think ya might be right, Darlin'. The things Red might do to the boy would be much meaner than anythin' I'd do." They shared a chuckle... and a shiver.

The couple continued on until they reached the door to Scott's office. Logan knocked twice with his free hand and then pushed the door open.

Scott was sitting behind his desk and stood suddenly as they came in.

"Can I help you with something, Logan?" he asked, putting as much irritation in his tone as he could muster. Remy's eyes narrowed and Logan chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, ya sure can." he growled and slammed the door behind them. Logan could hear the way Scott's heart rate had kicked up as they came in.

He stood facing the mutant leader with a thundercloud expression. Remy took a seat in the visitor's chair and crossed his long legs. He flicked his still damp hair over his shoulder and smiled at Scott. The smile was sickeningly sweet.

"Scotty owes us a'pology now, don't he, Cher?" the Cajun said and cast a glance at Logan over his shoulder. Scott took a deep breath, the thief was playing him, he knew it. But he wasn't about to admit anything until he knew how much they knew.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Gambit." he said using the Cajun's 'working' name on purpose.

Logan moved so fast, Scott almost missed it. One minute, he was standing by the door glaring. Then suddenly, the feral was right in front of the desk, leaning in and breathing heavily.

"Ya know damn well what he's talkin' about, Cyk! I could smell ya. Ya were there, spyin' on Remy while he was showerin' and ya were gettin' off on it!" his voice was graveled and deep. Scott tried to keep his body still, his pulse hammering like a rapid.

"I-I...I was only there getting Jean's wedding ring. She is in the middle of preparing her fall classes....I don't know what you think, Logan, but-" The stream of words was abruptly stopped when Logan hand wrapped around the mutant's throat.

"I'm just gonna say this once, Scott." he said with a dangerous tone, his blue eyes hard and steely. "Ya pull anythin' like that again, ya even look at my mate cross eyed, and I WILL geld ya."

He pushed the man back as he let go of the flexing throat. Remy stood up and took the feral's arm, pulling him back a little.

"Easy, Cher. Iffen Scotty say he's sorry and promise not to do it again, den Remy 'cept it." He said and pushed a little soothing out through the link he shared with Logan.

He could tell the Wolverine was beginning to get riled up again. He really didn't want to have to explain to Jean why Logan had neutered her husband, should the feral lose his temper again.

Scott straightened his shirt and ran a hand over his throat. The pair stood looking at him with expectation. Knowing he was caught and nothing but a confessing apology was going to save his balls, Scott nodded his head.

"I-I'm sorry, Remy. I was out of line." he cleared his throat as the words seemed to stick. "And you as well, Logan. I know Remy is your mate and I was wrong to watch he-him." he said and hazard a glance at the feral's face.

Logan was still stern but he gave a grunt and wrapped his arm around Remy's waist.

"Better keep that in mind. And ya have Rems to thank that we didn't bring Jeannie into this." he added and then pulled his smirking lover out the door.

After that near fiasco, things seemed to settle down again. If Jean picked up anything she didn't let on. For that, the Cajun was relieved. It would put a kink in his growing close friendship with the woman. He had come to rely on both Jean and Storm now that he was a she.

Remy's skill with his new body continued to improve, until he was once more at his peak. The constant searching for a solution to his transformation didn't stop.

But still the couple were let down when information about the carnival was zilch. The attempts to find a counter spell, or one to break the current spell, were prooving less and less hopeful.

Logan was about to put a stop to that avenue of research. He couldn't take the way it depressed his lover. When yet another so-called magic user got the Cajun's hopes up, only to tell him the same thing they all said before.

Without the original incantation there was no safe way to change Remy back.

One such attempt had caused the Cajun twenty-four hours of vomiting and fever. Logan had cared for his ailing lover, the whole time cursing the jackass who fed Remy the potion that made him sick. He cursed the gypsy who had turned his lover upside down and he cursed his inability to do anything about it.

Remy recovered but they were both more gun-shy about new magic users. Charles understood their frustration and worry. He was feeling a lot of that himself with the sheer lack of anything to go on.

The weeks slipped by.

Remy went on a successful mission that, unfortunately, got them some coverage with the press. The Cajun tried to keep to the background, not wanting his enemies to get even the slightest inkling of his situation.

The couple continued to explore the new aspects of their sex life. Finding the delight they took in each other hadn't waned or changed one iota. Logan still craved the Cajun the way he always had. Remy still longed to feel his lover's passion as he always had.

It was getting warmer as the summer grew to it's zenith.

The middle of July. and Westchester was sweltering.

Remy was sitting on the back patio, dressed in a white tank top, a pair of Logan's boxers and nothing else. Long red hair tied up in a knot as the heat of the late evening settled on the mansion.

He propped his long legs up on the garden wall. Scowling at the toes of his feet. Ro' and Kitty had tricked him with promises of bourbon and dark chocolate. Instead he got a wine cooler and his toenails painted the same color that his charge manifested. Bright fuchsia.

Sighing, he took a deep pull from his smoke. Bottle of perspiring beer between his legs and he blew long plumes of smoke into the blueing sky. The Cajun's creamy skin was damp all over. There was a steady trickling of sweat between his ample breasts, it made him forgo a bra.

The sheer weight of the humidity made him feel like he was back home. Everyone else was hiding inside in the air conditioning and fans. He snickered at their northern blood and settled in to bask in the cloying warmth he so relished.

Logan had gone to scout the woods, there had been some strange blips on the security scanner. Remy waited with infinite patience for his lover's return. He hoped that he could convince the feral to spend the night outdoors. He knew the temperature didn't effect Logan the same as the other mutants in the manor.

The trees stirred with a small delicious breeze. The empath gave a blissful sigh as the air buffeted over his skin, causing goose-bumps at the contrast on his damp flesh. Under the thin cotton, the shiver made the pink nipples stiffen and contract. Still getting used to the intensity of that reaction, Remy let his head fall back.

Logan came up the path from the woods. He had found strange smells and evidence of someone hanging around the edge of the property but nothing concrete.

Coming up from the lower lawn, he caught the change in wind direction as the most intoxicating scent filled his nose. It was like honey and cinnamon mixed with the musk of sex. It said one word to the feral beast within him.

Remy

Picking up his pace, he moved to the scent and stepped over the low wall surrounding the flagstone patio. The silver blue light was taking over from the orange and pink sunset.

Sitting in a lawn chair, legs propped on the wall, knees wide, Remy seemed to be dozing in the damp evening air.

His keen eyes could see glisten on his lover's skin as the thief drank from the dripping bottle, before returning it to the nook between his thighs.

Since Remy had changed, Logan had found there were many things he liked about this new body.

Not that it was better mind you, just different. But the core of anything that he liked about the Cajun, was that it was Remy's.

Remy's thighs spread so invitingly. Remy's rounded breasts with perky nipples standing out in the thin cotton. Remy's sensual mouth parted to take a drag on a stump of a cigarette.

The wind wafted again, his skin began to tingle. He inhaled deeply, there was a added edge to Remy's scent. Something Logan had missed the first time. Something that made a low growl start in his belly. He felt the Wolverine creeping up.

What was that?

It was enticing and primal. Like the musk that drenched the Cajun just after climax. Something that made his cock instantly swell in his jeans.

Remy heard the growl and his head turned to smile at Logan. The look on his lover's face made the thief freeze.

There were only two reasons the burly Canadian would have that expression.

If his most hated enemy, Victor Creed had suddenly strolled up,

OR

The Wolverine wanted to fuck Remy.

Felling the low down tingle in his belly, Remy licked his lips and raised a brow.

"Som'ting Remy can help you wit, Mon Amore?" He purred and extended a hand to the feral.

Logan felt his mind regressing. He felt the Wolverine push him aside and take the controls. He stepped forward slowly. One large hand coming out to clasp Remy's and pull the cajun to his feet. Remy caught the bottle before it hit the stones.

"Whoa, almost made me smash dis bottle, Bebe." Remy said and then his words were stopped as Logan drew his mate against his chest. Hungry lips sucked a deep claiming kiss.

Wrapping his arms around Remy's body, he lifted the thief into his arms. The feral trailed the kiss down the long elegant neck. Without speaking, he turned and walked back toward the woods with his prize in hand. Remy giggled and wrapped his legs around his lover.

"Feelin frisky, Bebe?" he asked and nibbled on Logan's ear. Feeling buzzed from the beer and the influx of his lover's intense arousal, Remy was flying high and looking forward to a good rough tumble.

When they reached the trees and Logan lifted his head to look around, Remy got the first clue that Logan wasn't driving.

The feral's nostrils flared and he scented the air checking for danger. Grunting to himself, he latched on to the Cajun's collarbone once more. He moved toward a grassy little area he had passed earlier.

Remy tried to put his feet down but the Wolverine refused to let his mate out of his arms.

"Cher, wanna touch you too." he said licking at his lover's ear, knowing it made the gruff man melt. To the thief's surprise, he responded by taking Remy to the ground and pinning the smaller female body beneath him.

The chink of adamantium blades made Remy still. He watched with wide eyes as the feral deftly shredded the small garments the shivering Cajun had on. Remy finally heard the alarm bells ringing in his head. Putting a palm to Logan's chest, he tried to catch the feral's eyes.

"Logan, slow down, Mon Amore." he said softly, trying to bring his lover back to the fore. But there was something that Remy and logan didn't know.

And that was the fact that Remy's female body was in season.

The feral's base instincts kicked in instantly. The only thoughts that Logan could pick up from his beast as he struggled to get control back, were "Mate Ripe. Must breed, must take Remy-Mate and make pups."

Logan tried with all his might to take back his body but the Wolverine was not going to be denied.

Remy felt his heart flip over as the gold eyes came up, he Wolverine grunted out the simple words to the stunned thief.

A rush of heat and cold raced through Remy and he tried to push Logan off. It was like trying to push a mountain.

Gasping in the feedback of Wolverine's arousal and lust, Remy was losing his focus. His sex throbbed with need and Logan's hands were moving everywhere. One wide palm lifting the rounded bottom off the ground while the other fumbled with the zipper on his jeans.

Remy tried to speak, to gasp out his lover's name. Hoping it would bring Logan back to the fore. There was no help for it. The Wolverine was not letting go.

A fierce and possessive kiss took the last thought of stopping him away from Remy's mind. Moaning in to the kiss, Remy lost himself in the wave of desire.

Wolverine finally got his cock free and giving it a hard stroke, he pushed harder between Remy's thighs, spreading them. Taking Remy's mouth again in a heated kiss, Wolverine rolled his hips, plunging deep into the velvet heat.

Remy cried out at the sudden and swift penetration. The stretch and pressure making the empath see stars. Wolverine didn't give his lover a chance to acclimate. Deep hard thrusts and gripping hands lifted the thief off the ground and into his arms.

Holding Remy in his arms, braced on his knees, Wolverine began to Fuck. Loud primal grunts and Remy's high pitched cries lifted into the darkening sky.

The sensations seared the Cajun as he felt the fullness within his body. The pull and tug as Wolverine pulled out.

Overcome with the pleasure and the fierce love he felt from his lover, Remy keened loudly as the first crest washed over his shivering body. Wolverine made a deep sound as the mate's body clenched him tight. He shook his head, fighting the relese. He cupped one massive hand under his mate's little bottom and fisted the other in the silky strands of Remy's head.

Held and filled and riding the flood of his lover's passion, Remy was unable to fight the incredible feeling. The Wolverine worked hard to make the Cajun shatter several times in glorious climaxes that piggy backed on each other.

The mate's scent spiked and Wolverine gave a deep rumbling growl. He couldn't hold it back any longer.

Remy was reeling in honey slow bliss, when he felt Wolverine spill into his quivering channel. Blinking, trying to gather his wits, the Cajun was once again halted in his attempt to stop the feral.

Wolverine pulled from the mate's body, still hard. With sure hands, he flipped Remy over and entered again, this time from behind.

Holding Remy up on hands and knees, one hand covetously over the thief's belly and the other clasped around one breast. Remy cried out, at the deeper penetration and saw stars as the feral's questing cock found a magic place inside the female sex.

As the thrusts grew more intense, Wolverine's hands clutched the shapely hips hard, holding the mate still while he plunged with all his might. The slap of their meeting skin punctuated by the short gaping moans coming from his lover's lips, making Wolverine tumbled down another slope of climax.

Remy began to gain awareness once more when Wolverine had spilled into his body for what, he thought, was the fourth time. A sudden understanding of what was happening washed over him.

TBC...