Winter of Our Discontent

Logan stared for a moment at Remy, then looked toward the open door and back to Remy again. “Don’t move,” he said and kissed him gently, then made his way over to close the door. He turned around and just stared at Remy, now lying on the bed leaning back on his elbows; a playful grin on his face. He looked so young... and suddenly Justin’s face jumped into Logan’s mind and he closed his eyes, trying to be rid of the image of the boy in the cave.



He tried to push the image out of his mind by thinking of Remy. He thought of all they had done since they'd left the mansion; of all the tourist stops that Remy made them go to and all the nights spent holding the young man in his arms. He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid that he would be alone again. Logan shook his head to clear his thoughts, telling himself that it was real and that Remy was there, only three feet away from him.



"Y’ all right, Logan?" Remy asked, growing concerned as he watched. Logan opened his eyes and his heart missed a beat when he saw Remy.



“I’m fine, Rem,” he replied. “Just thinkin' is all. It… it just hit me that you’re still here with me. After what happened with Justin... after dragging you out of your home and taking you across one country and into another, after telling you about…about…” Logan’s shoulders slumped forward and he fell back against the door emotionally and physically exhausted.



Remy jumped off the bed and ran to Logan, wrapping his arms around him and Logan’s knees gave way and they both slid to the floor. Remy moved to straddle Logan’s legs and held the man against him. Logan’s head rested on the boy’s shoulder, his arms closing tight around Remy's waist. “S’gonna be ok, Logan. I promise,” Remy whispered.



Logan squeezed Remy tight to him and let the tears that had been building fall and they were soon followed by deep sobs. Logan’s body shook and at times Remy was sure he was going to lose his breath. He held the man tight not saying anything, as he felt there were no words to soothe him at the moment, he just held him and let him cry. Finally, Logan stilled in his arms and Remy thought he'd fallen asleep, until he heard the rumbling voice. “I’m a friggin' mess, Rem. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Remy listened and rubbed Logan’s back gently. “He was just a boy, Rem… scared and alone,” Logan choked out. “He didn’t do anything wrong. He..he…” Logan began to cry again; his body shaking with the sobs and Remy held on.



He wanted to tell Logan that it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn't responsible for what he'd been told to do, but he knew the man wouldn't hear it. In Logan’s eyes he was responsible. He'd taken a life, to save others from dying, but that didn’t make it any less terrible. Justin was an innocent; just a boy who had the bad luck of being born a mutant. He was a mutant whose genetics made him deadly to those around him, but he didn't deserve to die and Logan didn't deserve to be the one charged to dispatch him.



Remy cursed the X-men for what they had done to Logan. He'd never think of them the same way again. They would never again be the heroes he'd once thought them to be. Remy thought that he may actually hate the Professor and Scott and that thought caused a twist in his stomach. He decided at that moment that he and Logan wouldn't return to them, not for any reason. He wouldn't let them do Logan anymore harm.



Logan’s breathing had finally evened out and Remy realized that the man had fallen asleep. He carefully laid him down and moved to the bed to collect the pillows and blankets and gently placed a pillow under Logan’s head, then covered him. Remy undressed and joined his lover, curling up around him on the floor. He gingerly placed himself between Logan and the door and placed a soft kiss on Logan’s head and closed his eyes; suddenly feeling more tired than he'd ever felt in his entire life.





Remy opened his eyes and immediately closed them again, as the room was bathed in bright sunlight. He opened them again, much slower this time and allowed them to adjust to the brightness. He and Logan were still on the floor; his lover still in the same position he'd been in when he fell asleep the night before. Remy removed his arm from around Logan as gently as he could and slowly got up off of the floor. He moved to the bed and sat in the middle of it, bringing his knees up to his chin and resting his head on top of them.



He stared at the man lying on the floor and tears started to well up in his eyes. Logan had gone through so much over the years; not the least of which was being used by the government and the military. He had found a home; a safe place for him and others like him. Those starting over, beginning a new life and leaving the old behind. Then they had done exactly what others had done before them; they'd sent Wolverine to do something that they couldn't bring themselves to do.



They could say they'd chose him because of Logan’s healing factor, but Remy knew better. He knew the professor could have easily taken the boy’s life simply by using Cerebro. There was no need to send Logan in there, except to do the dirty work so they're hands could remain clean and, perhaps, they could pretend that their consciences were just as clean as well. And because Logan loved them, and because he believed in them, he did what they'd asked. Now, as he'd been trying so hard to atone for all he'd done with Weapon X, now he had to live with the newest memory... of Justin’s death.



Remy crawled over to the side of the bed and stretched out to reach his coat. Grabbing the pack of cigarettes from the pocket, he lit one and looked back at his lover; his hands shaking as he smoked, he was furious. Remy lay his head on his knees and buried his face in his arms. He felt helpless and he wanted, so badly, to help. He wanted to use his empathy to take away some of Logan's pain, but he'd promised Logan not to do that anymore. All he could do now was hold him; as he cried or raged or fell asleep, but he didn't feel that was enough. He was used to using his empathy to help people feel better. What was the use of this power if he couldn’t use it?



Taking a last drag on the cigarette he got up and moved to the bathroom. Throwing the butt in the toilet Remy closed the door a bit for privacy, to relieve himself, then opened it again as he ran a shower; letting the hot water loosen the muscles that had tightened up during the night. Toweling off quickly, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into the room to see that Logan still hadn't moved.



Glancing at the clock, Remy decided that he probably should wake him and knelt down beside him. Remy gently stroked Logan’s hair and spoke softly so as not to startle him. “Logan,” he whispered. “Cher, y’ need to wake up.”



Logan was aware of a sound. He couldn’t place it; as it seemed to be coming from far away. As his brain slowly began to waken, he recognized that the sound was a voice; a soft voice, calling his name. He then became aware of the sensation that someone was rubbing his back.



Logan stirred slowly and opened his eyes. It took a moment for him to focus, but when he found himself looking into the eyes of the person he'd come to love so much over the past couple of weeks, he managed to grind out, “Hey Darlin'.” Remy smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek.



“Hey y’self,” he said softly. “Sorry to wake y’ Cher, but I din’t wan’ y’ to be lyin on de floor no more.”



Logan raised his head up looked around; he didn’t know how he had gotten on the floor. He closed his eyes with a despondent sigh, as the night before came back to him. “I’m sorry, Rem. I don’t know what came over me,” he said apologetically as he raised himself to a sitting position.



Remy kissed him on the lips gently and stroked his cheek. “Y’ ain’t got nuthin to apologize for, Cher. We had a long day yesterday and then talking about…” Remy caught himself as Logan looked at him; he looked away cursing himself silently for bringing up Weapon X again. Logan took the boy’s chin in his fingers and turned his face back to him.



“It’s okay, Rem,” he told him, smiling softly. Looking about the room he then asked, “What time is it?”



Remy looked at his watch. “T'ree t'irty,” he replied and his stomach gave a little rumble. Remy blushed and held out his had to help Logan up from the floor.



“Sounds like yer stomach ain’t to happy bout missin' breakfast and lunch,” Logan chuckled as he grabbed Remy’s hand and stood up. “Why don’t we see about getting something to eat?”



Remy smiled at his lover and wrapped his arms around him. “ Why doncha take a shower first, Cher. Y’ gotta be sore from sleepin on de floor all night.”



Logan looked a bit sheepish. He didn't normally get sore from something as simple as lying on the floor, but he must smell a bit ripe and was a bit embarrassed to not have thought of that first. He hugged the younger man back and smiled. “Mmmm… not too bad but I think I could do with a hot soak in a tub... just to relax, catch my breath for a bit, ya know. You gonna be okay waiting? I don’t want ya wasting away or anything.”



Remy smiled. “How bout y’ go soak in a nice hot bath and I’ll run to de diner and get us some food. We c’n eat in here.”



Logan stretched with a yawn, then replied, “Sounds like a plan, Darlin’. Just get me two of everything, I’m starving.”



Remy laughed as he got himself dressed. “Your wish is my command.”



“Rem?” Logan called out and Remy looked over his shoulder.



“Yeah, Cher?” Remy called back and watched Logan blush a bit as he answered.



“Just don’t be gone too long, okay?” he asked and Remy smiled.



“Back in a flash. I promise.”



Logan watched the door close as Remy stepped out and took a deep breath. “Stop it,” he scolded himself. “Just stop it.”



He reached over and turned on the hot water and waited for the bath to fill, closing the door almost all the way to keep the steam in. Looking at himself in the mirror he decided that a shave was needed as much as a bath. Going back out in to the room, Logan grabbed his razor and headed back to the tub. Climbing in, the steaming water wrapped around his legs and he thought that this was going to be one of the best baths he'd ever had.





Remy returned a short time later with two bags of food and some coffee. He could hear water running and thought it strange that Logan was not in the bath yet. Walking to the door he knocked softly and asked, “Evert’in okay, Logan?”



“You can come in, Rem,” Logan replied and Remy opened the door. “Just refilling the tub. Didn’t want to get out yet,” Logan told him.



Remy smiled and replied, “Den I guess we be eating in here." Then he went back out to get the food. Logan leaned back in the tub with a small smile and a contented sigh. It didn’t seem that bad of an idea really, having dinner in the bath. It seemed rather decadent actually and that thought made Logan smile. A few moments later Remy came back in with his arms loaded. “I was only kiddin', kid, ya really didn’t have ta get me two of everything.”



“Wasn’t sure what you were in de mood for so I got a couple t’ings,” Remy stated as he started removing stuff from the bags. “Got us some soup; chicken noodle,” he said as he handed Logan a container. “And some cheeseburgers and some fried chicken and some apple pie and of course... coffee,” he said with a smile and placed the large cup on the side of the tub so Logan could reach it easily. Looking around the room for a place to sit and seeing only the commode available, Remy shrugged and then sat cross-legged on the floor near Logan’s head.



“ Darlin’, I can get out of the tub so you can sit proper and eat,” Logan offered, worrying that Remy would be uncomfortable on the floor.



“S’alright, Cher. I’m fine,” Remy replied as he took a bite out of his burger. They ate in comfortable silence, both of them hungrier than either had originally thought. Once they'd both finished their meals Remy began to clean up their mess as Logan let the water out of the tub and stood up.



“Just gonna shave, Darlin then we can go for a walk or something if ya' like. Maybe walk off some of the stress from the past couple o' days.”



“Kay, Cher,” Remy answered and went into the other room to throw away the trash and give the man a few minutes of privacy. Logan came out a little while later toweling off his freshly shaved face.



“Wonder where we are anyway,” he piped up. Remy looked up from the laptop and smiled, already knowing the answer.



“We are in Emerson: Gateway of Manitoba. Population 655. And der’ ain’t nut’in to do but wait fuh de snow to melt so ye' can watch de grass grow.” Logan dropped the towel down and gave Remy a look of disbelief. “Dats according to Mr. Herb Penner, the proprietor of dis here establishment; De Maple Leaf Motel.” Then Remy laughed at the look on Logan’s face. “Had to do somet’n while de food was cookin’ so I paid fuh one more night and asked where we were.” He looked back at the laptop and added. “Got a map we can look at,” he said pointing to the screen. “I figure we can drive to Winnipeg tomorrow and stay dere’ a few days.” Logan listened to the Cajun, speechless. “We can take in a game of de Manitoba Moose,” Remy continued. “Dey are de American Hockey League’s team for de Vancouver Canucks.” Remy looked rather pleased with himself as he finished his little tour guide spiel and looked up. Logan blinked at him a few times before he could respond.



“Incredible,” he managed to say as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to Remy. “You are absolutely incredible,” he said softly and leaned in to kiss his lover on the lips. As he pulled away he looked at the computer screen. “Winnipeg is north of here, Rem. We’re supposed to be going west.”



Remy looked at Logan and smiled. “Dere’s no reason we can’t take a side trip is dere? I mean I can’t say I ever really been to Canada and I can’t think of a better time to explore your home country." Remy turned away from Logan slightly and added,"...ain’t like we got a timetable to keep or anyt’ing, right?" Logan listened closely, watching the kid as he talked. He thought about it for a moment and then smiled crookedly back at Remy.



“I like your thinkin’, Cajun. Let's have us an old fashioned road trip.”



Remy smiled and his whole face brightened. Logan gazed at that young face all aglow and thought his heart would stop at the sight. The kid really was beautiful… and young. It wouldn’t be too long though before he'd grow tired of living on the road… or living with a man old enough to be his father... or grandfather…...or great grandfather. His eyes focused inward as he contemplated these facts, not realizing that his _expression turned into a concerned frown. He came back to the present as Remy took hold of his hand to shake him out of his thoughts.



“Cher? You ok? Y’ were kinda driftin’ dere, lookin’ sad.”



Logan shook the thoughts from his head and offered a smile. “I’m fine, Rem. Sorry, just thinkin’.”



Remy leaned in and kissed him once more. “No sad t’oughts, Cher. C’mon, lets take dat walk." Logan nodded and Remy closed the laptop then moved to take Logan in his arms. Kissing his ear softly, he whispered, “Den we come back here and ye' can warm me up, non?” Remy felt Logan shiver as his breath tickled the man's ear.



“Oh, yeah,” Logan answered breathlessly with the thought of heating up the Cajun. Then he was off the bed and moved quickly to grab their coats. Remy took his and buttoned it up to his neck and put on his gloves. He wished he had thought to bring a hat, but he supposed that he could buy one while they were out on their walk. Logan escorted him out the door and closed and locked it behind them. When he turned around, he took Remy’s hand in his and smiled. “Ready, Darlin’?” Remy nodded and they headed out; off to explore the sights of Emerson Manitoba.





The sky was clear and the air was cold and crisp as they walked down the main street from the motel. They walked in silence for a while, each in their own thoughts and just enjoying the night air.



“Tell me a secret, Remy.” Logan's voice cut through the silence and Remy looked over at him.



“A secret, Cher?”



“Yeah, a secret. Something no one knows about you,” Logan replied.

Remy’s heart began to beat quickly, he couldn’t imagine what secret Logan wanted him to tell. He figured Logan knew just about everything there was to know about him. Remy kept his eyes down as he thought; there was only one thing he hadn't told the older man and living at the mansion had made him feel miserable about it. Logan stopped and tipped Remy’s chin up.



“I’m sorry Rem,” he whispered. “It was a stupid thing to ask.”



Remy gave a small smile in reply and they began walking again. The silence was starting to get to Logan when Remy's voice came out of the blue.



“I’m afraid of bugs.”



"What?” Logan stopped walking and looked at his lover with a questioning _expression.



“Y’ asked t’ know somet’in dat no one knew about. I never told anyone dat Remy 'fraid of bugs,” Remy replied with a shrug.



“Really?" Logan responded with a smile. “Yer really afraid of bugs?”



“Terrified of dem, 'specially of de ones dat crawl on ye’.” Remy gave a little shudder as if emphasizing the point, then looked seriously at Logan. “I ain’t afraid of mosquitoes or bees or nuthin’," he added, “but, I don’ like most o’ de other ones, like wasps. I don’ like beetles and centipedes and t’ings like dat, an’ I don’ like butterflies or moths, neither,” he stated definitively. Logan suppressed a chuckle as he attempted to respond, but couldn't help smiling.



“Ya don’t like butterflies?”



“Y’ ever see a butterfly up close, cher? Dey be de ugliest of critters and dey got dem long antenna t’ings and dem long legs,” Remy shuddered just thinking about them and Logan bit back a smile. “An’ worst of all is de daddy long legs.” Remy grimaced, “Y’ ever get one o’ dem on y’? Dey be de nastiest of all de creepy crawlies.”



Logan nodded in understanding, then stopped walking and hugged his boy. “Yer secrets safe with me, Darlin’. I won’t tell a soul.”



“T’anks, Cher,” Remy smiled. As they separated his _expression grew more serious, “Logan?”



“Yeah, Darlin.”



“Y’ never asked… y’ never said any’ting about where I came from,” Remy mentioned and looked away. “Y’ know… about Magneto and Mystique and …” his voice trailed off at the last part and Logan took a deep breath before responding.



“I thought about it Rem. At first I was angry, really angry. It broke my heart, what happened to Silver Fox. The thought of her in that lab being treated like a …like a….” Logan’s voice caught in his throat and Remy cursed himself for bringing it up.



“I'm sorry, Logan,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”



Logan turned and placed a hand on Remy’s shoulders. “It’s okay, Rem. Sometimes bad things happen to people. I need you to know I don’t resent you in any way.” He wrapped his arms around Remy and held him close. “I’m just so glad yer here and that yer with me,” he said then pulled back and looked at the boy. “Ya got her eyes, y’know,” Logan said softly, rubbing his thumb under Remy’s eye gently. “Not the color, but the shape of them... and her smile. I remember the first time I saw ya smile. I thought that it reminded me of someone, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out who. Now I know.” He wiped a tear from Remy’s eye and continued as if he hadn't seen it. “As fer yer other genes, well… we can’t pick our relatives, right?" He offered Remy a smile and Remy hugged Logan tight to him.



“I love y’ Logan.”



“I love y; too, Rem... with all my heart.”



They walked back to the motel in comfortable silence. Logan unlocked the door and entered, followed closely by Remy who shut and locked the door behind them. Logan undressed and climbed into bed while Remy went to brush his teeth. He desperately needed a smoke, realizing that he hadn't had a cigar in over a day.



Grabbing a cigar off the nightstand he popped it into his mouth, lit it and took a deep drag, feeling the smoke fill his mouth and then slowly feeling it making its way down into his lungs. He knew he shouldn’t like it but the warmth of the smoke made him feel so good. He released the smoke from his lungs and smiled. With his eyes closed, in contentment, he didn't see Remy watching him from the bathroom. The Cajun stepped into the room and smiled.



“Y’ enjoyin’ dat way too much, Cher,” he said as he made his way over to the bed. Logan opened his eyes and smiled back at him.



Remy pulled the covers back and threw his leg over Logan, bringing the other up so that he was straddling the older man’s hips. Logan watched the kid settle over him and looked the boy in the eye as took another long, slow drag on the cigar. Remy smiled at the thought that ran through his mind as he watched Logan's lips wrap around the end of thick stogey. Reaching out he snagged the cigar away from the feral and, placing it between his lips, he began to move it in and out of his mouth slowly, his eyes closing seductively; hoping to capture the man's attention.



Logan's eyes were glued to the movement of the cigar and he expelled a rather loud rush of air as Remy caused vivid images in his mind. A soft growl rumbled from his chest as he watched the Cajun’s display.



Remy knew his actions were turning Logan on as he could feel the man's cock stirring awake beneath him. Remy took a long drag from the cigar and very slowly blew the smoke at Logan. Placing it back between Logan’s lips, he watched as the feral clamped it gently between his teeth and Remy licked his lips slowly.



Logan moaned softly and ran his hands tenderly up the boy’s arms, settling them on Remy’s shoulders. After a moment he slid his fingertips down over Remy’s chest and belly and the Cajun shivered with the ticklish sensation. Logan gave a wolfish smile and placed his hands on Remy’s hips. He shifted him slightly; to adjust his position, as his erection was pinned against his thigh by Remy's weight and it was becoming a bit uncomfortable. Lifting the boy slightly from his hips, Logan reached down between them to free it, then leaned back against the headboard.



Remy looked down at the erection now settled nicely against his stomach and smiled enticingly. He felt his own cock stir nicely as Logan took a drag off the cigar and gently blew the smoke at Remy; mimicking the boy's actions, and Remy closed his eyes and breathed in the smoke. He was beginning to feel intoxicated by it; by the thick smoke, by the moment, by the man lying beneath him and he swayed gently.



Logan moaned softly at the sight and Remy opened his eyes and held the older man’s gaze intensely. Logan, held the boy's stare and sucked on the cigar's moistened end. He was going to blow the smoke once again at Remy, but the Cajun smirked at him and, leaning forward, he covered Logan’s mouth with his own. As Logan expelled the smoke, Remy breathed it in.



Closing his eyes, Remy savored the taste and warmth of the smoke as it filled him, aware of the feral's flavor underlying that of the cigar. Pulling back slowly, he sat up and tilted his head back; his face toward the ceiling, and slowly blew the smoke toward it.



Logan lost it. Dropping the cigar in the ashtray on the table, he wrapped his arms around Remy and pushed him backward onto the bed, covering the young man’s mouth with his own. Feeling Logan’s tongue enter his mouth, Remy immediately began to suck on it, then held it firmly between his teeth.



Logan growled softly, as the action caused an incredible rush to surge through his body and he buried his hands in Remy’s long hair. Grabbing two handfuls of auburn locks, he pulled backward until Remy’s head tilted back. Removing his mouth from his lover’s, Logan began to nip and suck along the boy’s jaw line until he reached his ear. He licked the tender shell roughly, mouthing at it and sucking at the edges, then the feral moved his face just below Remy's ear and sank his teeth into the porcelain skin. Remy arched in pain and surprise, slamming his body up against him.



“Aaahhh!!” Remy shouted out, “Mon Dieu! Oh please, Logan, do it again! Do dat again!” Logan smiled and sucked at the small wound again, gnawing lightly to let the boy feel his teeth against his flesh. “Uunngghh… oh god... Logan..." Remy brought his hand up and tangled his fingers in Logan’s thick hair, pulling him tight against his neck. Logan chuckled softly, pleased, and Remy whimpered at the eroticism of the feral. Logan mouthed at the tender skin, licking and sucking his way along Remy’s throat. Remy raised his hips a bit, searching out the man's erection with his own.



“Ssss...” Logan took in a sharp breath, hissing air between his teeth. “Ya want more, kid?” he asked breathlessly, in a teasing tone and Remy nodded. “Ask me nice,” Logan replied, his lips brushing against Remy’s ear. Remy’s whole body quivered.



“Please…" he asked, his voice ragged, “please let me feel you.” Remy lifted his head from the bed and kissed Logan softly on the lips. “Let me feel you inside me,” he repeated and kissed him again. “Make love to me, Logan… please.” Remy’s eyes locked with Logan’s as he slowly shifted beneath the rugged Canadian, drawing his knees up and out in invitation.



Logan's blood pounded through his veins; he was so hard, his body trembled with excitement, but he didn't want to hurt the kid. He thought for a quick moment then maneuvered himself up to kneel beside Remy's face. With one hand he grabbed the back of Remy's head as he drew his face close to him. "Suck me," he panted out, "make it wet."



Remy understood, even with the firm grip at the back of his head, he turned his face toward him and opened his mouth. He didn't just take it in, he moved his mouth and tongue as if he were gobbling the hard flesh down. The unexpected sensation caused Logan to groan out loudly and nearly double over. His cock pulsed hard under the attention of Remy's mouth and he had to pull away from him; nearly pushing the kid's face away because Remy followed him, not wanting to lose the taste of his hard flesh on his tongue.



Logan moved back into position between Remy’s legs and the redhead bent his knees and pulled them up, giving his lover access. Logan pressed himself against Remy’s opening and slowly pushed the head of his slickened cock inside.



“Awww..nnnnnnn!" Logan couldn't get over how good it felt to be inside his boy. His eyes closed tight as he paused for a moment to get used to the sensation, then pushed in a bit further. Remy took a deep breath and released it slowly as Logan entered him, loving the feeling of the older mutant inside him. He pressed his knees against Logan’s ribs and his hands grabbed at his shoulders. Remy took another deep breath as he felt Logan’s cock move deeper inside him.



Logan pulled back a little and then slid into Remy once again as they adjusted to each other. Once he was in all the way he began to move slowly in and out. He opened his eyes and looked down at the young man lying beneath him. Remy’s head was tilted slightly back, his eyes were closed and he was biting on his lower lip in concentration. Soft whimpering sounds were coming from him and Logan felt an intense, primal surge and knew he wouldn't last too long. He was incredibly aroused and all he could think of was claiming this kid for his own, marking him; he just wanted this too much. He reached between them and gently wrapped his fingers around Remy’s cock and a slow smile came to Remy’s lips and he moaned.



“Remy,” Logan whispered. Remy opened his eyes and looked up at his lover but Logan’s eyes were now closed and his breathing was becoming more ragged. Remy could tell Logan was fighting to hold on and knowing how much the feral wanted him was very erotic. Gambit lifted his head and pressed his mouth to Logan’s, whispering against his lips.



“I love, y’ Logan.” Remy told him and Logan opened his eyes and smiled. Remy pressed his forehead against Logan’s as the older man moved inside him. His strong arms braced around him, his powerful body thrusting into him had the young Cajun gasping for air. As his pace quickened a bit, Logan released Remy’s erection and placed his hands on the bed alongside Remy’s hips and began thrusting harder and faster, his heavy breaths raspy with his nearing climax.



“Logan…. Logan…” Remy panted over and over, his forehead still pressed to Logan’s as the man's thrusts pushed the words from his lungs.



“Remy, oh god... Remy,” Logan whispered losing himself in the feel of his lover's body gripping him tightly in his fiery heat. Remy’s sounds; him saying his name over and over again, his voice catching as the word came out, his breathing loud and ragged, was pushing Logan tor the edge. His hips moved faster and his breathing was becoming rapid, his muscles quivered under the strain of his powerful movements and he knew that he would come very soon.



Remy could feel his own orgasm building and his shields slipping as he was driven toward this overwhelming feeling. The more he concentrated on Logan the harder it was to keep his shields up and as he felt a tingling sensation in his belly, his shields fell. Logan’s feelings flooded into him and he came screaming, “Logaaaaan!!”



Logan felt that familiar falling feeling as he began to climax. The incredible sensation caused him to grunt loudly and all of a sudden he was hit with an overload of sensation as Remy's sensations bounced back at him. “OHGOD!!” he cried out, “Remy... Aaaaaaahhhnnnggggghhhhhh!!”



Both men’s voices filled the hotel room, calling out each other's names along with nonsensical words when their brains seemed to shut down their actual speech centers. Logan's mouth hung open as his frozen lungs tried to gasp for air as he surged inside the Cajun's tight body. Finally it stopped and he gulped in air, swallowing hard around his dry throat, then slowly moving to remove himself from Remy.



Lowering his forehead to Remy’s chest, Logan tried to catch his breath. Remy wrapped his legs and arms around him and held the feral tight to him as his breath and his wits came back to him. Remy stroked Logan’s hair until he was able to lift his head and then slipped to Remy’s side.



“That was…it was…” Logan could not find a word to describe exactly what it was, so he settled on, “...fuckin' amazin'.”



He smiled at Remy as he lay beside him, catching his breath and reached up to brush the auburn hair behind his ear. Remy brought his hand up and laid it against Logan’s cheek and smiled back. He leaned up on one elbow and pressed his body against Logan’s, leaning in for a kiss.



“Y ‘are so incredible, Logan.” He kissed him again. “So beautiful.” Another kiss. “I don’ know how I got so lucky to have y' in my life. I can’ imagine bein’ wit’out y’ no more.”



Logan wrapped his arms around his lover and held him tight. “You don’t have ta worry ‘bout that, Rem. Yer stuck with me, cuz I ain’t going anywhere. Not without you by my side."



Remy snuggled down onto Logan and closed his eyes. He felt so tired and a little sore but mostly, he just felt loved.



Logan held his boy close to him and breathed deeply, wanting to take Remy’s scent into sleep with him. He smiled as Remy’s breathing evened out and his body relaxed against him. He put his head back onto his pillow and followed the boy into sleep.