Never Let Go

Title: Never Let Go 17/17
Pairing: Remy/Logan
Author: Gothabilly13
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Warning: violence, sex, slash, no con, swearing and other nasty things my mind comes up with
Summary: A horrible event causes the X-Men to face something they never thought possible. Only Remy knows something has been over looked. He refuses to let go.
Notes: This is my own AU. The Gothabilly World if you will. I take great liberties with cannon and facts, making my own mishmash of the Marvel world. Beta’d by me so mistakes are my own. COMPLETE


Chapter 17

Logan sat in the extremely uncomfortable plastic chair and stared at the unconscious form of his lover. Remy lay in a coma for the past two weeks. Logan had hardly left the lab. Something unknown for him, ever.

Hank stood at the door to Remy's room, watching the feral mutant. His tender heart ached for his friend. It was very apparent how much Logan felt for the Cajun thief. He wished he had more of an answer to the burning question.

'When would Remy wake?'

Hank didn't know and it pained him to say it over and over. He sighed as he turned from the room and headed back to his office.

Logan had been aware of Henry observing him but he really didn't care. Let 'em all come and stare, he couldn't be bothered. All that mattered to him was the lanky boy on the bed who had risked everything to save their lives, to save the precious thing growing between them.

Leaning forward, Logan reached out and clasped the cold hand then gave it a little squeeze. He missed the ever present warmth that came with the boy's charge power. Without it Remy's fingers were chilled and still.

Logan had been sitting and talking to the unconscious boy, trying to talk him into waking up. He would give anything to see those beautiful alien eyes open and look at him, no matter what emotion they reflected back. As long as it was his Remy looking at him.

"Come on, Darlin'. I know yer just fakin', yer tryin' to avoid the ass chewin' ya know I'm gonna give ya for this stunt." he groused hoping the boy could hear him and rise to the bait. He wanted Remy to fight.

The hiss of the respirator was the only answer he got. There was a thickness in the feral's throat. The chemical scent of the lab mixed with the washed out state of the boy's own scent made Logan's head hurt.

"Rems, ya gotta wake up." he rasped in a low tone. "Ya can't leave me now, not when I just got ya." he reasoned with the silent figure.

In the aftermath of the event, there had been some chaos. Scott barking orders for everyone to give Remy room and keep an eye on Creed's body. That is, until it was determined that Remy had indeed killed Creed. The fact in and of it's self was stunning.

Once Logan had roused from the empathy bolt Remy had given him, he was 'pissed'. Then his eyes fell on the crumpled figure the others were hovering around.

"Rems?" He choked out trying to push though the team. "MOVE!" His shout made several people jump back as he went to his knees, gathering Rem's cold body into his arms. "WHAT HAPPENED?" he demanded.

Hank arrived with his medbag and a piece of paper. He shoved the paper into Logan's hand before turning to care for the boy. He spoke while checking Remy's vitals.

"Read it Logan, it's 99.9% accurate. And it explains some things as well." He said gasping at the coldness of Remy's skin.

A confused and angry expression on his face, Logan read the paper three times before clutching it in his closed fist. He still couldn't believe it. He and Victor were brothers.

What a revolting development.

He couldn't be bothered to find it anything more then unfortunate and irritating. Creed was dead now, maybe Logan had dodged the insanity that infected his half brother. He was more concerned with Remy's condition, the boy had achieved something they thought was impossible.

Blowing Creed's head off had silenced him at last. It supported Hank's theory about regenerative feral mutants. The fantastical healing was controlled by the hypothalamus gland in the brain. Destroy the gland and no more healing.

The thought made Logan rub the back of his neck uncomfortably. Shaking the feeling off he focused on Remy. Hank looked worried, Logan felt the hair on the back of his neck raise.

"The size of the charge our Cajun has used to kill the creep, er your brother, has drained the young man of almost all his life force." Henry said his voice wavering in worry. "I need him in the lab now!" He snapped as Bobby arrived with the gurney.

Once Hank got Remy back to the lab, he had thrown them all out, except for Jean. He needed her to assist him. The rest of the team gathered in the hall waiting and pacing and praying.

Logan's keen hearing had caught the conversation through the door and the distress both Henry and Jean were trying to hide. He nearly tore the doors open when he hear Hank demand the crash cart from Jean. It took Scott, Bobby and Rogue to hold him back.

The boy's heart stopped twice and the determined pair brought him back both times. Logan had finally slumped to the floor, his back to the door as he covered his head with his hands. He was feeling so many things and all he could think was, Remy couldn't leave him.

He. Couldn't. Die. Now.

Luckily the blue furred doctor had the same focus and he fought to keep the boy with them until his vitals evened out. Mopping his brow with a handkerchief, he motioned for Logan to come in and see Remy.

"It was very close, Logan." he said softly, his large eyes full of sympathy for the feral. "There is much I don't know yet." He rattled off what he did know.

Remy was in a coma, his vitals were weak but stable. He had no idea how long the boy would stay in the coma. He was monitoring Remy's brain activity to keep an eye out for any lasting damage. He was doing all he could for the Cajun.

It had been hellish and terrifying for Logan to sit there that first night, begging the boy to wake up, hoping every imagined twitch was a sign he was going to. The one reason he refused to leave Remy's side, he could still feel the link. The empathic link was quite but present. Logan hoped against hope.

Now, two weeks later, the kid still hadn't moved. Though his brain waves were still normal and active, the Cajun just didn't move or respond or even breathe for himself. It was breaking the feral's heart to see his beautiful boy looking so frail and broken.

Remy wasn't frail, he wasn't weak! He was fierce and cocky and sharp and breathtaking and dangerous. When his temper was up the fire flashed in his exotic eyes in such a way that even Logan and Colossus took a step back.

Logan could not accept that this was how his Remy was going out, no fucking way.

Nor could he let the boy go, not after giving him his heart and hoping the skittish Cajun would someday would do the same.

Resting his head on the bed next to Remy's hip, Logan let out a dry rough sound, it could have been a sob.

"Baby, I can't take this, ya got ta wake up. Ro's moping around makin' the days all gray and gloomy. Bobby's not even considering playing any pranks, Hank's worried sick, I think he's shedding. Jean's tense and sharp as a tack. Don't even get me started on Scooter." He felt all the emotions he had been keeping in check now bubbling to the surface. His control faltered and the emotional onslaught poured down the long silent link he still had with the boy.

As the feral lay there wishing and hurting and longing, there was a shift in the tempo of the heart monitor. The pace was increasing. Logan's head came up slowly. His sharp eyes narrowed on the machine and he turned to look at Remy.

"Rem?" he gasped out and got up to lean over the boy. "Baby, can ya hear me?" he asked, the hope and building joy at the thought of Remy waking spread out from the feral. The cold fingers in his grasp twitched and then closed over his own thick digits.

"HANK!" he bellowed and sat on the edge of the bed. Still holding Remy's hand, he began to stroke the boy's face with the other.

"Come on, darlin." he coaxed. Beast came skittering into the room, a panicked look on his furry face.

"What happened?" he gasped and crossed to the bed.

"I think he's wakin' up." Logan barked out. "The heartbeat is getting faster and he squeezed my hand." Logan turned back to Remy and continued talking and yes, even praying.

After almost ten minutes of Logan urging and Hank checking everything he could, Remy's lashes fluttered on his cheeks. There was a soft groan and the hand in Logan's grasp clenched. The wane but still handsome face creased.

"Merde! Wh'a headache!" the Cajun drawl came out scratchy and dry. The exquisite eyes opened and tried to focus on the faces looming over him. The light in the room caused him to gasp in pain and scrunch them closed again.

"Too brigh'." he bitched and Hank made a dismayed sound.

"Oh My, I am very sorry, Remy." he said and quickly turned them down.

When the lighting changed, the Cajun slowly opened his eyes again and blinked a few times.

"Cher, is dat you?" he asked reaching out to lay his cool palm on the scruffy cheek.

"Yeah darlin', it's me." Logan said, a smile so wide on his craggy face. "Bout damn time ya woke up, Cajun." he groused and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to the dry but warm lips. Remy sighed into the chaste kiss and blinked up at Logan some more.

"You all worked up, could feel you, me. S'what called Remy back." he said his vision clearing and giving him a better view of his lover. "Cher, you look like shit." he said and smirked a little.

"Well, maybe that's cuz I been sitin' here waitin' for a brat of a thief to wake the fuck up." Logan replied with good natured amusement in his tone.

Their banter was broken up by Henry insisting on checking Remy out. He gently waved the feral toward the door.

"Why don't you go take a shower while I check him over?" he suggested genially. "I am sure we would all appreciate a change in aroma." he chuckled as the feral flipped him off but nodded. Logan leaned over the boy once more and kissed him again.

"I'll be back in ten, ya behave for Hank." he said tenderly and then moved toward the hall.

Ten minutes to the second later, Logan, now clean and changed, returned with some clothing for Remy. He hoped Hank would say the boy was fine and could leave the med lab.

He smiled wide at the sight of his boy sitting up in the bed. Remy had a long suffering look on his face as Henry was giving instructions while taking a blood sample. If there was anything the Cajun hated more then giving blood, Logan didn't know what it was.

He set the clothing on the foot of the bed and moved to take his lover's hand.

"So what's the verdict?" he asked bringing the long digits up so he could stroke his thumb across them. Hank chuckled and shook his head.

"My stars, you both are very impatient." he said teasing his friends. He made a show of taking his time to check Remy's pulse and taking off his glasses to clean them on his lab coat. Logan growled in his throat making Henry chuckle.

"Remy seems to be doing very well. There is a little muscle weakening from the stasis he has been in during the coma but his vitals are great and his responses are spot on. Oh and that nasty injury to his leg is just about healed up." he smiled with lots of white teeth making the lovers snicker.

"So, he can leave the lab then." Logan said and reached for the clothing. Remy smiled at the thoughtfulness of his lover and swallowed the strong emotions trying to swamp him.

"Yes, but he is still on sick leave, off duty, no missions and he needs to get 'some' exercise. MILD exercise." He emphasized wagging his finger at the both of them. "Slow and easy stretching and light cardio at first but gradually working back up to his normal state." he cautioned, the 'no sex' implication clear in his tone and expression.

"And you, my Cajun friend, need to eat more calories. Your body burns them up faster then even Bobby or Scott's does and if you do not supply it enough it starts feeding on your muscles. Eat, exercise and get plenty of sleep. I think you will be right as rain in a month." Henry said and grinned in true relief that Remy had made it back so well.

"Tanks, Henri." Remy said in a low voice. He smiled crookedly as Logan began to help him dress. "I tink you jus' gave Logan reason to be a mudder hen." He dramatically rolled his eyes as the feral glared up at him.

"I'll show ya mother hen, you little shit." he grumbled back but the twinkle in his blue eyes gave him away. He was far from grumpy, in fact, Logan couldn't think of a time he was happier.

When Remy realized that all Logan had brought him were his sleep pants and a tee shirt, he gave the feral a pointed look.

"How, Remy gonna go drinkn' in dis?" he sassed, trying to get a rise out of the burly man. He was projecting more energy then he really had but he was glad to be alive. He was glad to be awake with Logan at his side. Maybe, just maybe, Remy Lebeau was getting a break at last.

"Ya ain't goin drinkin' any time soon, so shut it, Cajun." Logan answered and shifted to give Remy his shoulder to lean on as they moved toward the door.

"Thanks, Blue. Hope we don't have to visit again soon, no offense." Logan said as his arm wrapped around his boy's slim waist and they limped out of the lab.

"None taken, my friends. Be well." Hank said and sat down in his rolly chair with a whoosh of breath. Prisms of color danced in his vision as grateful tears pricked his eyes. Hank never liked getting that close to losing a friend and team mate but he didn't think he could have taken losing Remy when they had really just gotten him back.

Shaking off the moment of emotion, he wiped his eyes and turned to call Scott and update the team leader on the Cajun's recovery.

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It took another two weeks of rest and simple exercise before Remy could put his foot down and tell Logan to back off and stop smothering him. He was frustrated that Logan was steadfast to Hank's orders and refused the thief's advances, despite the boy's assurances that he was 'fine'.

The feral had been stuck to the boy like glue, hovering, nagging and no sex having glue. The only exception was one mission he had to run. Logan made Beast swear not to let the slippery Cajun out of his sight until he returned.

Connard.

Finally Remy had convinced the feral that he could get around on his own and his agility had returned to full strength. First chance he got, Remy escaped to the roof.

The sun was slipping over the horizon as Remy sat on the roof of Xaiver's School for Gifted Youngsters. He blew long streams of smoke out and relished the buzz he felt. He had been restricted while under Logan's care, hypocrite, so now Remy got a little head rush when he drew the smoke in.

The slates under him were still warm from the last of the pleasant and sunny day. Autumn was finally taking a firm hold on Westchester. He wrapped his duster around his knees as he hugged them to his chest. He could still feel a little pull in the healed muscles of his leg but it was a pleasant pull of strengthening not pain.

He flicked the spent smoke away, letting it explode with a sense of satisfaction. His charge had been weak at first, hard to make things explode after expending his gift in such concentration.

The long conversation he and Logan had about Victor had been hard. Remy had some guilt over killing his lover's brother but as Logan pointed out. Creed was an insane piece of shit who would only have continued to kill, rape and maim his guts out until someone else figured out how to put him down. Logan held no blame toward Remy for what he did. Sighing deeply, Remy let the last of that go, if his lover wouldn't hold it against him then why should he?

He heard a thump and a slight grunt behind him. His head came up and a smirk twisted his lips. He wondered how long it would take the hovering feral to find him. He hoped the fact that he had found his way up here all on his own would finally break the no sex rule in Logan's head. Logan pulled himself through the trap door and climbed out on to the slates.

"Ya know we got a perfectly good balcony on this side of the Mansion?" he complained as he walked carefully to the Cajun. He took a seat behind Remy, parting his legs to fit the slender thief between them and pull that lanky form into his arms.

"Then again..." he said, his breath warm against the boy's neck. "Can see why ya might like this view." he conceded the point as the skyline of fiery reds and oranges stretched out before them. At the edges of the riot of color, the twilight was creeping in. Deep indigo reached it's tendrils toward the setting sun like swirls of paint.

Remy leaned back against Logan's warmth and the solid support of his barrel chest. Letting his head rest back on his lover's shoulder Remy made a sound of agreement and reached to twine their fingers together.

"Dis be da best place to watch the sun no matter what time it be, but tink sunset be da most beautiful." the boy murmured and turned his face to nuzzle Logan's neck and breathe in his beloved's scent. "Spent most of da time you were gone up here, me." he confessed. "Missed you, cher. Couldn't let you go."

Logan sucked in a deep breath and kissed the sweet scented skin beneath his lips.

"I'm sorry, darlin." His deep voice pitched just for his lover. "Never wanted to make ya grieve for me." They fell quiet as the emotions swelled between them.

They sat in silence watching the last of the light fade. The pair had an uncanny comfort with each other, sometimes they just didn't have to talk.

When the shadows got long and the chill settled in making Remy shiver, the pair made their way back inside. Opting for foraging in the pantry rather then going out to eat, they ambled down to the kitchen in an all around pleasant mood.

Chuckling and flirting as they rummaged, Remy managed to get a few gropes in that Logan didn't out right object to. Remy felt his hope surge.

After coming up with two roast beef sandwiches, the last bowl of Hank's famous chili and a purloined portion of rice pilaf Ro made, they topped their feast off with a six pack and absconded with the spoils to their new room.

Once it became clear that they were really a couple, not to be parted by short tempers or other's opinions, Charles had given them a suite instead of their single rooms. They now shared a bedroom (with their own balcony as Logan pointed out), living room, bathroom and small kitchenette. Though the kitchenette usually held beer, wine and junk food. Neither man ready for too domestic trappings.

Remy kicked the door closed behind them and then flopped onto the sofa with a grin. He tucked his feet under him as he waited for Logan to settle in.

Eating and watching the sports report, they teased and stole bites and kisses from each other while getting as close to snuggling as The Mighty Wolverine and Deadly Gambit could.

After their food was gone and the last of the beer was drained, Remy stood up and held out his hand to his lover.

"Come on, Cher. Got's an idea, me." he purred, wanting to tug his lover back toward their bedroom. Studying the lanky boy for a long moment, Logan let Remy think he was going to refuse again. When the boy's face began to fall slightly, he chuckled and let the Cajun pull him to his feet. Logan followed with a wicked smile.

"Think this might be an idea of yer's I like for once." he teased. Remy stuck out his tongue at Logan. "Don't stick it out unless ya mean ta use it, Cajun." he said when Remy responded with the childish gesture. Pushing Logan down on the bed, Remy cocked a brow.

"Who says Remy don't mean it?" he asked and pulled his shirt over his shoulders. He tossed the garment away and moved on to his belt buckle. His red and black gaze never leaving his lover's face. Logan licked his lips and tucked his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, think I could get used ta this." he leered as the jeans slipped off the narrow hips and pooled around the Cajun's ankles. Remy snorted as he stepped out of the jeans and crawled up on the bed. Now nude, he climbed up his lover's muscular form until he reached his target.

The kiss was deep and wet. He tucked his fingers into the scruffy sideburns and hung on. Logan's arms came up to wrap around Remy's waist pulling the boy against him. The contrast of Logan's jeans against his tender parts made Remy moan into his lover's mouth.

"Wearin' too many clothes, bebe." Remy said as Logan's kisses trailed down the column of his throat. He untangled his hands long enough to work on Logan's belt.

"Dis be only part of de plan." he said with a slight breathy sound in his voice. Logan's mouth was working on his collarbone with bites and kisses that robbed Remy of his higher brain functions.

Stopping at the hitch in his boy's breath, Logan pushed Remy up and quickly tugged off his own clothing. Once his tanned and furry flesh was bare, he pulled the Cajun back into his arms. Rolling them until Remy was under him, Logan grasped the thief's hands and pressed them against the bedding.

"Darlin, ya have no idea how glad I am that yer here with me and yer not hurtin no more." he spoke in a gentle tone he only used with his Cajun. Not even the women of his past had reached this most tender part of Logan.

He didn't know how or what about the boy had gotten so far under his armor. Maybe it was the way Remy had risked his own life to bring the feral back from his insanity and certain painful death or maybe it was his independence that often got him into trouble that sparked the need to protect him in Logan. Whatever it was, it made Logan's primal instincts roar and flex.

Remy felt the emotions pulsing down their link and he flushed happily.

"Remy can feel it, cher. D'ers nothin' dat could keep dis t'ief from you, Logan." he said his eyes searching the ruggedly handsome face above him. "You remember dat, if nutin' else. Remy always come to you. If der be a breath left in dis body, I'll find you." he promised and Logan felt his heart squeeze at the vow.

"I'll hold ya to that, darlin." Logan said with a husky voice. "Yer my mate, and I ain't given up on you, ever." He kissed the sensual lips, delving deep, reeling with the taste and smell of his lover.

Shifting to rub against all of Logan's body, Remy made a low sound that sent shivers though the feral. One long leg hooked around his hip as they ground against each other.

Logan let go one of Remy's hands to reach down between them and wrapped his thick fingers around both their lengths. Stroking them both at the same time, he breathed deep the scent of their arousal and his eyes flickered gold and blue.
Mouths and hands mapped out the dips and valleys of both bodies. Soft gasps and moans filled the still room around them. Remy, long denyed this, was fast approching his climax. Tisking, Logan shook his head.

"Not yet, darlin'. Not by a long shot." he scolded with a wide grin. Remy groaned.

Logan let go and brought his fingertips down the back of Remy's upturned thigh. Tickling and teasing the smooth skin as he inched closer to the tight flesh of his lover's entrance.

Remy arched off the bed when the digits brushed the quivering bud of nerves. His eyes were dark and hooded as he looked up at Logan.

"Want to ride you, Cher." he whispered. The words went right to Logan's groin making his considerable length twitch in anticipation. "Roll over, bebe." he said and pushed at Logan's shoulder.

The burly mutant complied, allowing his slender lover to position him as he pleased. Letting his hands run over Logan's frame, Remy straddled his lover's hips and blazed a trail down his chest with sucking wet kisses.

When the Cajun's mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, Logan gave a deep throated growl. One hand fisted in the copper silk of Remy's head, holding him to the task. The thief was only too happy to oblige, bobbing his head to take as much of Logan's cock down his throat as he could. Humming in his pleasure, Remy pressed his fingers to the taut abdomen, rubbing little circles into the rippling muscles.

When Logan's hips began to buck, Remy drew back. Logan groaned at the loss of that sweet mouth on his shaft.

"Shhhh...s'ok bebe, Remy gonna make you feel so good inna minute." he murmured. Reaching for the bottle on the night stand, Remy poured some of the cool gel on his fingers. Rubbing them together, he warmed it slowly.

Logan growled deep in his chest. Remy licked his lips slowly, flashing the pink tongue for a second.

Locking eyes with his lover, the boy leaned forward, bracing his dry hand on Logan's broad chest. He lifted his hips and reached back to prepare himself to receive his lover into his body.

The demon eyes scrunched shut as he pressed into the tightness. Hissing at the pull of tight flesh, Remy shifted and forced himself to adjust. Logan watch the display with fire in his blue eyes. Remy was the most sensual and erotic lover he'd ever had. And watching the boy slick himself for Logan's cock did things to the feral that defied description.

When the Cajun deemed he was ready enough, he brought his still slick fingers to Logan's heated and weeping erection. Spreading the remaining gel over the shaft, he leaned down to suck a wet kiss from Logan's mouth. Moving his body up and forward, he lined them up. Breaking the kiss, Remy looked down at Logan and held his breath.

As the boy shifted back to sheath Logan's length in his body, the feral watch the beautiful face curtained by the long ruddy locks. This moment was the most exquisite, the most feeling. That moment when they joined physically. When Remy's body resisted and then with a moan, gave way to Logan's.

Hilted in the slender body as deep as he could go, Logan let out a long breathy moan. Grasping Remy's hips in a vice like grip to keep the boy still, Logan had to breathe through the instant urge to cum.

His boy was so tight, so hot and pulsed with every heartbeat. The connection was raw and open, it took them both by surprise.

Remy's long back arched as he felt the thickness split him open and leave him breathless. Waiting, adjusting and breathing, the boy opened his eyes to catch his lover's gaze.

Without a word Remy began to rock.

Narrow hips rolling slowly at first, drawing Logan out of him just a little at a time, only to push him back in over and over. The sensations making them both groan and pant. Palms pressed flat against Logan's chest, Remy let his head fall back as he picked up the pace. Soon the boy was bucking against the feral's hips with such force that the slapping of skin was drowning out their moans.

"Uh uh uh, Cher, so deep, so good..." Remy babbled as he tossed his hair back, fingers digging into Logan's shoulder as if he might fall off. Logan couldn't form coherent words, all he could do was grunt and buck his hips. His hands cupping the rounded ass in a hard grip as he thrust ever deeper into his boy.

When Remy arched back again, baring his long white throat, the pose made the beast within him roar and demand to claim. Logan couldn't take it anymore.

Rolling them again, he pressed Remy's back to the mattress. The shift in position and angle made the thief cry out as Logan's cock drove into the sweet spot. Clinging to Logan and letting his lover manhandle him, the Cajun lost himself in the pleasure. Logan lifted one of Remy's long legs over his shoulder while the other wrapped tight around his waist.

Watching himself disappear into the tight body below him was driving Logan to the peak. Wrapping his hand around the Cajun's neglected cock, he jerked firmly on the engorged flesh, in sync with his deep thrusts.

"Cum for me, baby." he growled, his hips snapped fast, making Remy claw the bedding and bow up off the bed. There was a heart-stopping moment and the red and black eyes opened looking right into Logan's soul.

"I love you, Logan." Remy gasped as he tumbled headlong into his climax. The way his lover's body clamped down around him drew Logan's lungs tight. The words the boy surrendered coupled with the emotions Logan could feel made the feral's throat tight and thick. He wanted to close his eyes but he didn't want to miss a second of the beauty beneath him.

Watching Remy cum was like nothing else. Not to mention sharing the sensations with his empath. When the boy's body gave forth his heat in splashes between their bellies, Logan let go the softening length and grasped the boy's hips.

Lowering his head to take the gasping lips, he thrust hard and fast. The force of his thrusts making the limp Cajun's body jerk with each plunge. It didn't take long before Logan's grip tightened to painful and his hips shunted hard and deep. With a horse shout, he spilled himself deep inside his mate as the colors exploded behind his eyes.

Bracing his arms on the bed, Logan panted through his bliss and slowly blinked his vision back. Looking at the fucked out thief below him, Logan felt the love and connection wrap around the both of them like a warm cocoon.

"Love ya too, Rems." he said in a husky voice. "Always." He pulled from his lover's body slowly and slumped to the bed. When Remy curled up against him, he wrapped the boy in his arms nuzzling into the damp hair where Remy's scent was strongest.

Spreading his long fingered hand on Logan's chest, Remy watched his profile for a while and then tapped his lover on the chin. Logan cracked one eye and looked at the boy.

"Yeah?" he asked his voice sleepy and thick. Remy smiled wickedly and his eyes glittered.

"Can we go drinkin now?" he asked his voice sounding innocent and guileless. Logan's brows rose. Remy's grin grew.

"Since Remy well 'nough for you to fuck 'em t'rough da bed, he got to be well 'nough for drinkin." he reasoned. Logan's arms tightened around his thief as he laughed.

"Guess ya got me there, Cajun." he said and kissed the boy sweetly.

"Naw, Cher. Remy got you right here. Where you belong." he said and Logan nodded his head.

"Where we both belong." He agreed.

The night moved on as warm in their bed, The Wolverine and Gambit snuggled close, secure in their love.

And it was enough.

The End

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