Beneath the Cherry Blossom Trees

Seven weeks. Coming into the lounge area Remy sprawled on the floor in front of the couch his boyfriend had claimed the length of. Without taking his eyes from the Austin Powers movie the brunette leaned into the kiss bestowed upon his cheek and reached a hand down for the glass of wine the thief had brought with him. Remy graciously surrendered the glass, but when the hand descended again he took the glass and kept hold of the attached bony wrist. A kiss to the pulse point and peripherally he caught Scott’s small smile.

He held Scott’s hand through the rest of the movie and into the next one. No one else in the room took obvious notice of the intimacy, by now used to the small displays of affection. Though they had never made a public announcement of their relationship, it hadn’t taken the rest of the mansion long to catch on. Surprisingly, there hadn’t been an uproar over the team’s resident black sheep moving his things into the Heir Apparent’s bedroom. Ororo had cornered him one evening, to proudly state that he, Remy LeBeau, was proving a healing and loving influence in Scott’s life. Her opinion seemed the consensus. He realized his fortunate timing, in pursuing his love interest when the most lenient and forgiving of the X-Men were in residence. There were still battles ahead he knew, when Warren, one of Scott’s oldest friends and a man Remy shared a reciprocating dislike for, and Scott’s oddly over-protective little brother Alex learned of their relationship. Both of them were likely to take a disapproving view of Remy with Scott, but when that time came he planned on being firmly entrenched in Scott’s mind and heart.

By their shy innuendo and teasing jokes, Remy knew the rest of the mansion thought they were wholly intimate. Obviously they had forgotten his forced celibacy with Rogue. While certainly a man of healthy sexual appetite, he was also a man of patience and expert timing. It was what made him an excellent thief. Without saying a word Scott would let him know when he was ready and until then he would bide his time.

Movie night ended with Bobby crowing for an encore, a twinkie in each hand as he performed an obscure ritual dance until Logan chased him upstairs. Scott laughed to the sounds of Bobby screaming “Anything but my twinkie, you ruffian!”, and Remy took advantage of the now empty public room to kiss him. He wanted to swallow down such delicate joy, to always hold it within himself to give back when Scott could not find it on his own. With a giggle and a hiccup Scott returned the endearment, one hand lifting to tangle in dark red hair. The kiss was slow and languid, the way Scott seemed to like things and pleasing Remy immensely. Their tongues lazily slid about each other, until with a final lick to the inside of his cheek the older man pulled away. Not for the first time Remy wished he could see his Scottie’s baby blues, but felt his lambent desire curl about him regardless. Scottie was horny.

“Upstairs,” came the quiet voice and Remy nodded.

“Oui, amour.” Hand in hand they made their way upstairs, Remy’s free hand touching the other man as it was wont. Scott leaned into the caresses with small noises of approval that encouraged Remy along. The mercurial brunette had proved surprisingly eager to being touched, an affection his boyfriend took shameless advantage of.

The bedroom door closed behind them with a satisfying ‘click’ and Scott grinned as Remy spun him about so they were chest to chest, the brunette’s captured hand at the small of his back. Scott squirmed playfully, biting his bottom lip before lifting his face to Remy’s ardent kiss.

This was familiar for them now, the comfort of tongues slicking against one another, crotches grinding together as hands freely explored. Familiar enough that Scott no longer flinched to feel a man’s hand stroking his flat stomach. He arched into the contact, hips undulating, and Remy moaned. Mon dieu, he wanted this man. More than anything else in the world and he silently prayed Scott would surrender the last innocence between them.

The first step was the bed. Two lean bodies tumbled onto it still locked together, Remy cleverly divesting the brunette of his shirt in the process. Taking a brown nipple between his teeth he sucked it into a swollen hardness, Scott’s moans of approval accompanied by clutching hands that tore at his shirt. Wiggling about, Remy let the brunette briefly support his weight as he shed the restricting garment, mouth firmly latched to that one reddened nipple.

As soon as his chest was bare Scott’s hands were mapping the smooth expanse, running as far down as he could reach, then up his sides and over his shoulder blades. There was a slight tremble in those hands, but Remy knew it was from desire. Giving his tortured nipple a parting lick the Cajun tongued his way down the hills and valleys of his lover’s muscled abdomen.

“Remy!” Obeying that insistent tug on his hair Remy rose up to kneel over a panting Slim, accepting his frenzied kiss as his due. Scott’s jeans were tight over his crotch and his hips bucked wildly when Remy massaged the trapped hardness with his palm. He grinned against Scott’s mouth, enjoying his groans of torment. “You damn tease!”

“Up, up,” Remy muttered, deftly undoing button and zipper. Scott arched his hips even as he scooted backwards, his jeans and briefs peeling off to expose his beautiful maleness to his lover’s eager mouth. The Cajun deep throated him in one swallow, pressing the slim hips to the mattress as Scott yelped and his entire body convulsed. Remy had seen more than his share of dicks and what amazed him about Scott’s was its smoothness. It felt like wet silk on his tongue and he gently applied his teeth on his way back up. Scott squealed and thrashed, a hand taking a death grip on Remy’s hair.

“Fuck! Remy!” Scott’s body curled up around his sadistic lover, legs bending and spreading further apart. Remy ignored the hand trying to rend him bald, bobbing with agonizing slowness, using teeth and tongue at random to keep the brunette further on edge. Scott was whimpering and Remy shifted his weight, sliding one forearm across his lover’s hips to hold him down. His other hand he lifted to Scott’s mouth and his fingers were eagerly taken in, laved and suckled until he yanked them free. Down past his balls and Remy briefly massaged his perineum before he wedged two fingers into Scott’s tight hole.

Slim grunted at the penetration but didn’t pull away, encouraging Remy to thrust his fingers deeper, as far as they would go before he had to pull back. Above him Scott moaned and so he did it again, establishing a rhythm between fingers and mouth. Close, so close, and Remy reluctantly pulled away, rising up to capture that protesting mouth in a deep kiss.

“No, no, please, Remy, don’t stop.” Scott tossed his head, denying the kiss as he squirmed on the fingers still opening his ass. Fighting for his own control Remy latched onto his neck, sucking and nibbling.

“I want in you, Slim. Reach into de nightstand and get me de lube an’ condom.” He wouldn’t force this. If Scott wanted him, he’d take the next step in their dance.

Scott hesitated for only a few minutes before he snaked out a long arm and fumbled open the nightstand’s drawer. A thin tube of lube flew at Remy’s head, which he deftly caught, but he refused the foil wrapped condom.

“Non, amour, Scottie put dat on me, eh?” Another test, another chance for the older man to back out, but Scott just glared and ripped open the package. His fingers were shaking but he managed, rolling the clear rubber down Remy’s throbbing shaft. The red head caught his hand before it could retreat, squirting a rope of lube across his palm before guiding his hand back to his erection. “Slick me up, cher.” Using the fingers he had buried in his ass to tilt his hips slightly, he spread his fingers and slipped the opening of the tube into Scott’s hole, squeezing out another dollop that he quickly spread about. Scott gasped at the sensation of the cold slick. “Shhh, cher, we ready to make dis happen.”

Pulling out his fingers, Remy wiped them on the bedspread before he guided Scott’s arms around his shoulders. “Hold on, cher. Dis gonna hurt de first time,” he whispered, smoothing his hands down the tensed back before cupping his ass and lifting. A cheek in each hand and he spread them apart as he guided Scott onto his lap. His cock nudged against his wet opening and then he pressed in.

Scott gasped and his arms tightened, arching himself closer. The first stab of pain was sharp and Remy made to soften it, but the brunette protested. “No, don’t dull it, Rem’. I want to feel everything.”

“Okay, cher, but let’s lay you back, eh?” Slipping one leg over his shoulder he pressed Scott back onto the mattress as he carefully rocked his entire length into his lover’s contracting hole. Fingers dug at his shoulders as Scott panted and moaned, his other leg curling about Remy’s waist, hips jerking in tandem to his thrusts. Agonizing, and Remy released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding until his balls smacked Scott’s ass and he gulped in a lungful of air. He dropped his forehead to Scott’s, sharing a grin as he reached up to wipe at the dampness on golden cheeks. For some reason he thought Cyclops couldn‘t cry. “Bien?”

“Can we not move yet?” Scott asked, licking his lips as he tentatively shifted on the ten inches impaling his body. “I think I like this.”

“Full?”

“Yeah.” He blushed and the red light dimmed behind his glasses. //You’re inside every part of me. My mind, my body . . .surrounding me. Having you inside makes me feel whole.//

What a bizarre quirk his lover had developed, only wanting to express his heart in French. //I have wanted this for so long, love. Want to be inside you forever.// Biting the tip of his nose, Remy pulled partway out then snapped his hips forward, watching the red flare as that pretty mouth fell open on a sharp cry of pleasure. //Remy an em’pat, ‘member? We can do this for hours.//

//I don’t think - Oh God!// he squealed at a particularly hard thrust that aimed at his prostate. Remy set a broken rhythm, never letting Scott relax into one pace before switching into another. He seemed to like the deeper thrusts, crying out with each plunge into his depths, his entire body contracting at the near painful invasion. Still he arched into the rough penetration, his mind a sweltering morass of arousal, need, and bleeding through it all, love. Remy moaned, succumbing to the irresistible allure, losing himself to Scott’s emotions and body. Sweetest nectar and he reached for one of his pert little brown nipples, pinching and twisting the nub that made the brunette scream.

“Remy!” Scott came as he wailed, fisting the sheets and writhing deliciously. His ass seemed to suck the thief in, contracting to the point of agony about Remy’s cock. Come splattered their stomachs, cooling quickly as Remy continued to fuck Scott’s hole, grunting at the effort and the way it prolonged the brunette’s orgasm. The ruby quartz of Scott’s glasses was nearly black as he bonelessly fell back to the mattress, his leg about Remy’s waist sliding off. Pleasure traveled through him in waves and he weakly rocked his hips to the redhead’s pistoning, mouth open as he struggled to capture back his breath.

Breath Remy quickly stole as he kissed him hard, opening the link wide between them as he reached completion. His cock jerked and heat bathed Scott’s innards, a virgin sensation that made Slim gasp and shudder. Remy’s orgasm rolled through him, setting off small explosions of pleasure that fed back along to the empath. For an eternity after they had reached physical completion they continued to reap the rewards, mouths languidly moving one over the other as the ripples slowly eddied out. It was an exercise Remy had never had the emotional connection to another soul to try and he gloried in the results.

Scott moaned a protest as Remy eventually broke away, panting and flushed with triumph. At some point, he’d let the brunette’s leg from his shoulder, but his partially erect penis was still rooted in the shivering body beneath him. He gently kissed his nose, his cheeks, peppering his heated flesh until Scott softly laughed and swatted at him. “Enough!”

“But Remy love de taste of Scottie,” the redhead protested. Supporting himself with one hand, he reached between them to gather a smearing of his lover’s spent seed. “Every taste.”

If not for the glasses Remy would have seen Scott’s eyes widen as he licked his fingers, but he felt his shock and small stirring of arousal. “That’s, that’s kinda gross.”

Remy laughed, not taking insult for the brunette did not twist away as he bent his head to share his taste. He stroked his tongue into the warm cavity, laving Scott’s tongue. When he pulled back Scott was making a face, but it wasn’t one of disgust. “Scottie taste good. Kinda spicy.”

“Weird,” Scott agreed, unconsciously licking his lips. Shifting his weight, Remy started to ease his sated length from its sheath, but Scott clutched at him. “No, don’t leave. Stay.”

“Oui, tart, Remy stay.” He rolled them onto their sides, Scott lifting his leg to drape over his hips. He could spend every night in this man’s body and he smiled into chocolate brown hair to hear the desire returned. Lightly massaging Scott’s strong back as he drifted towards sleep he slipped a hand down his cleft to feel where his thick meat breached his beloved’s body. Slim moaned but didn’t wake, too exhausted from their loveplay to protest. Their bond was inviolate, complete, and the sure sense that he had conquered the world followed Remy into his dreams.

*
Quiet masculine laughter tumbled out of the kitchen in accompaniment to a swirling of warmly flavored smells. It was late afternoon, betwixt lunch and dinner, a time that normally promised privacy in one of the common areas of the mansion. Having missed lunch in favor of finishing the maintenance on their motorcycles Cyclops and Gambit were left to their own foraging skills.

“Belle, Remy beg you, what you dink you’re doing?”

Arching an eyebrow at the endearment Scott shook the bottle of dressing he held over the plate of shrimp. “It’s ranch dressing.”

“Oui, Remy knows what it is.” The Cajun gently took the bottle and carefully set it to the side. “Dressing for leaves.”

Scott eyed the bottle peeking out from behind his lover, chewing his bottom lip as he contemplated his chances of rescuing it. “Ranch is the new ketchup. It goes with everything.”

“You wound my heart, cher,” Remy cried, clutching at his chest. His lover laughed, leaning the distance that separated them to kiss him passionately. It was a clever attempt at distraction and Remy accepted the invitation to plumb his lover’s mouth. He swirled his amusement through Scott’s mind, silent laughter as he caught the wandering hands and shoved them back. Breaking away he scooped up the tray of shrimp and jabbed it into Scott’s stomach, forcing him to grab it. “To the vernan wit’ you, taquinez. Remy bring de drinks, non?”

“Okay. Bring me something to dip these in.” Heading out the door he tossed a smile over his shoulder and almost ran into Wolverine. “Oops,” he laughed. “Hey, Logan.”

“Slim,” the feral mutant acknowledged, nose twitching as he watched that lean backside sashay away. When the brunette disappeared around the corner Logan turned back to the kitchen, smirking. “LeBeau.”

The man was blocking, but Remy could still pick up heavy wafts of jealously and lust. With graceful nonchalance the Cajun gave his back to the other mutant to dig into the refrigerator. “Logan.” Tomatoes, onions, lemon juice and mayonnaise filled Remy’s hands and he dumped them on the counter. Cutting sheet, knife and bowl, and he methodically prepared a shrimp sauce, acutely aware of the man watching him from a few feet away. Wolverine had been surprisingly quiet about their relationship, but Remy expected his reprieve was about to end.

“Wondered how long it was gonna take you to fuck Slim.” Remy ignored the words, knowing Wolverine was just looking for a reaction. “Man smells good with yer sex all over him. Don’ smell like death no more. Seems happy enough. Just ain’t sure yer the right man to be takin’ up with Jeannie’s Slim.”

And to your way the thinkin’ that should be you? Remy silently scoffed. Unfortunate for him, he was just a beast that could not meet Scott‘s specialized needs. “Dat your say, Logan?”

“Plain enough. Slim’s the only thing keepin’ this family together. I find yer playin’ him and yer rathole in New Orleans won’t be deep enough to hide in.”

The sauce was done and putting back the mayo and lemon juice Remy grabbed two lagers. Easily juggling everything the thief turned hero executed a short bow to his acknowledged and defeated rival. “Nous avons un accord.” We have an agreement.

*
It made international news when a group of school children, including a Senator’s daughter, were abducted by an anti-mutant terrorist cell. Senator Rumskin was a vocal human-mutant rights activist who had publicly decried the Mutant Registration Act and mutant profiling. FBI Assistant Director Valerie Cooper was anticipating the worst as no demands had been made throughout the passing of the day, but she was determined to maintain the uneasy truce that currently existed between mutants and humans.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. is already stretched too thin between Kosovo and Spain, and the Avengers are out of contact in space.” The handsome blonde woman clenched her jaw, visibly calming herself. “I need a happy ending to this, Cyclops. I understand relations are strained between the X-Men and the White House at the moment, but if these children are not recovered, then I fear tensions will escalate.”

“The X-Men are at your disposal, Ms. Cooper. Please send what information you have. Cyclops out.” The screen went black with a soft click and Scott slumped back into his seat, rubbing a tired hand over his face. Stepping out of the shadows Remy came up to grip his lover’s shoulder. A wave of warmth and buoying energy washed over him, the exhaustion bleeding away. Briefly closing his eyes in gratitude Cyclops gathered himself and reached for the intercom.

“All X-Men to the ready room. Code red.”

*
The tunnel shook violently, cracks spreading across the ceiling and floor threatening their footing. Remy boosted the last of the children up into Storm’s waiting clasp and made to follow after when a sudden spike of anger twisted him around to see Wolverine shove his lover into the wall.

“Hey! Que continue?” Reaching their side he made to pull Cyclops away, but the brunette twisted free.

“Gambit, get back topside. You, too, Logan, that’s an order.”

“You first, Slim,” the feral mutant growled, head mulishly lowered.

“Bien, we all exit, eh?” Remy looked between the other men, knowing there was something he wasn’t being told. The tunnel ominously rumbled again and Scott cursed.

“Get going, dammit! I’ll be a few minutes behind you, Remy. I just need to see if anyone else can be saved.”

“All that’s left is the scum that took these kids, Slim!” Wolverine snapped. “Let ém die!”

“No!” Scott stubbornly shook his head.

“Cyclops?” Storm’s voice echoed down the ventilation hole, unaware of the reason for their delay. “You must hurry!

“Dammit!” Cyclops tried to again shove past the burlier Wolverine, but the older man was resolute. “Let me pass!”

“Non, Scottie,” Remy sadly whispered, catching his lover’s arm and spinning him about. “Sleep, cher.”

Scott jerked free, an angry retort opening his mouth, but then buckled, the light of his visor flickering out as his knees folded. Remy and Logan both jumped forward to catch him.

“What the hell did you do, Cajun?” Logan growled, automatically checking for a pulse before shrugging their field leader over one shoulder.

Remy ran ahead, shouting, “He sleep, non? We escape now, make apologies later.” Easily boosting himself to safety, he shook off Ororo’s hands and crouched to pull up his lover’s dead weight.

“By the Goddess!” the African exclaimed at the sight of Cyclop’s unconscious form. “Is he seriously injured?”

“Non, non, just jogged,” Remy absently reassured, hefting Scott’s weight as he attempted a graceful stand. It had been too easy and had yet taken more of him than he’d expected to force his lover into a deep sleep. He’d completely shut Scott down, mind and body, and it scared him to realize a little more force could have killed the precious weight he carried. Yet what other choice was there? Let Scott risk his life to save the worst kind of scum, child abusers? Or wait for Wolverine to lose his patience and cold cock him? Scott’s rash heroics were his problem to deal with and he’d not let another make the hard decisions for him.

The thief did not wait for Wolverine, quickly making his way to the waiting Blackbird. Kitty Pryde raised her eyebrows but didn’t comment, occupied with her pre-flight checks. Dumping his weight into a window seat, Remy buckled Scott in before slumping into the seat next to him. A moment to catch his breath and then he fumbled for the seat adjustment, reclining his back until he could easily guide Scott’s head onto his lap. Mahogany locks curled about his fingers and he closed his eyes to enjoy the peace of the moment, knowing it was brief respite before the storm.

*
After delivering the children to Valerie Cooper and a waiting squad of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the X-Men turned for home. Despite Remy’s assurances that Scott was fine Ororo ordered him to take his lover to the medical lab to be checked over by the Beast. Stepping to the side after gently laying Scott onto a bed under Hank’s guidance Remy wrapped his arms about himself as Slim began to stir. He couldn’t stop his trembling and so tried to hide it, the enormity of the sin he had committed tearing into his fragile conscience.

“Well, he seems unharmed and is coming around. Slim, can you hear me?” Hank kept his thumb pressed to the inside of Scott’s wrist, his other fingers wrapping about his hand to soothingly rub his palm.

“Hank?” Scott mumbled, a thin line of red appearing across his goggles as he sluggishly tried to move. Sheets rustled as his legs jerked and he tried to sit up. Hank’s free hand to the center of his chest easily pinned him, however, and he subsided with a frustrated sigh. “What happened?”

“Nothing amiss, I am certain. You most likely just took a knock. Remy tells me that that tunnel was in imminent risk of collapse.” A gentle pat and the Beast ambled away to his flasks and burners. “Give yourself a few minutes and Remy can take you away for some tender loving care.” The clear blast door that separated his lab from the rest of the medical facility slid shut with a hiss of air and Scott rolled his head to see his boyfriend hidden in the corner.

“Remy?” The thief watched his lover, felt his confusion and light wash of fear. Felt when the memories came rolling back and his too intelligent mind connected the dots. Saw his flinch and the way his entire body tensed for a blow that had already been dealt.

“Scottie, cher,” Remy shuffled forward, had to touch his lover, but Scott scrambled away, falling off the bed and scuttling backwards.

“You bastard! Stay the fuck away from me!” His hurt stabbed into Remy deeper than any blade and the empath gasped at the suddenness of the pain. “How could you? I trusted you, dammit! Trusted you not to fuck with me!”

“Cher, Remy know Scottie upset, but what you plannin’ was suicide! Remy sorry-”

“No! No apologies!” Scott clutched at his head, pacing before his equally distraught lover. “You’re in my head! Please don’t do this to me! You can’t, you . . .”

“I can’t lose you, cher!” Angling around the bed, Remy caught one of Slim’s arms, swinging him about to confront him though the brunette kept his face turned away. “Dose men, dey didn’t deserve your life. No one does. I love you, I say it aloud, non? I lose my head, thinkin’ I lose you, a cost too high for so little.”

Scott did look at him then and Remy stood firm against the battering of confusion, surprise and most deadly of all, an equal depth of desire. “Remy?”

He stroked a golden cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Remy can’t lose you.” Whisper soft and Scott leaned closer to hear. “What heart dis ol’ thief has is yours. You play cruel wit’ it when you pull stunts like dat. Remy has so little to give to love. Lose you and he got nothin’ left.”

“You took away my right to choose, Remy, my control.”

“And what choice did you leave me?” Remy fired back.

“W-what?” Scott stuttered.

“Did you not hear? I love you. Never said dose words before. Never felt dose words before. It breaks Remy’s heart dey mean so little you can so easily throw dem away. Drive a man to do things dat tear him apart inside.”

That stopped his lover. Scott froze, Remy’s emotions laid bare before him: hurt, betrayal, fear, guilt. Love. “Remy, I’m so sorry. This is real, isn’t it?” he whispered, trembling fingers pressing to the red head’s chest.

Remy caught up those thin fingers within his own and brought them to his lips. “Very real for me, Scottie. You are my heart, my world. I say it in English, French, whatever language your ears want to hear. Won’t change de words.”

“No, it won’t,” Scott breathed, tears coursing his cheeks as he pressed up into Remy’s warmth. “My world, too.”

*
Epilogue.
The BMW slowly rolled down the long drive leading to the Victorian mansion set back among the cherry blossom trees.

“Look, there’s Scott.” Alex Summers pointed to the gracile figure walking across the lawn towards one of the trees, a smallish sized soccer ball in his hands. He was dressed in a simple pair of cut off jersey shorts, showing off the lithely muscled physique that had earned him the name ‘Slim’. They couldn’t see who he was headed towards, but his playful grin was easy enough to read.

“He looks good,” Warren commented, blue eyes shuttered. On the drive up from New York city they had both expressed their guilt at leaving Scott to return to their own lives after Jean’s death. It was reassuring to see he’d apparently coped with the support of the rest of the team. As the car rolled to a stop they watched a bare, obviously masculine arm reach out from the tree and grab Scott by the front of his shirt, yanking him forward. The ball fell to roll into the leaves piled against the tree’s base. “Who the hell . . .”

Warren’s question was soon answered as Scott stumbled back into view, laughing as he tugged another after him. To the shock and horror of the two men in the car watching, Remy LeBeau followed. A shuffle of limbs and Remy had the brunette back in his arms, mouths locking together as the thief thrust a denim covered leg between tanned thighs. Scott locked his arms around Remy’s neck and held on as the red head spun them around.
“Holy fuck!” Alex exclaimed, scrambling for his seatbelt’s release. “What the fuck is that lowlife piece of shit doing kissing my brother?”

Out under the cherry blossom trees Remy broke away from that luscious mouth as he looked towards the drive and smiled.

The End.

Sneak peak: the opening scene of the yet done sequel. Really, it’s little more than a PWP, so enjoy!

A door closed out in the hall, a vibration that was felt more than heard. For the two men in the bed, the noise went completely unnoticed. With his back against the headboard Remy watched his lover slink up the long length of his legs, mouth and hands making his flesh tighten and tremble. Streaks of chocolate could still be found and Scott was determined to explore every crease until he had his fill of his dessert. His tongue pressed into the fold where Remy’s thigh met his hip, completely ignoring the leaking erection twitching centimeters from his face. The redhead’s hands spasmed in the sheets and his control snapped.

“Mon Dieu, Scottie, gotta have you,” he husked, catching his lover under his arms and yanking him up. The brunette’s mouth honed in on his, sharing the aftertaste of imported chocolate liqueur. Legs fell to either side of his, golden and alabaster flesh sliding slickly together as Scott settled into his lap, penis rubbing into his stomach as his own cock unerringly parted the other man’s ass cheeks. His cockhead leaked over the start of the brunette’s crack, juices running back down and over the sharp curves of his beloved’s angular hips and ass.

Scott moaned and undulated, teasing Remy’s cock until the younger man clutched at his hips. “Keep that up and Remy gonna ride you dry.” An empty threat since he’d never risk hurting his lover, but he didn’t know how long his control was going to hold out being bombarded by not only his own lust, but Scott’s as well. Lips parted and Scott reared back, rich mahogany curls fanning the air as he whipped his head.

“You promised,” Scott reminded him, soft voice going straight to the former thief’s groin. “My birthday, my way.” Up on his knees the brunette stroked his stomach, long fingers sweeping up to pinch a nipple before sliding all the way to his decadent mouth, digits slipping in to suck for any traces of chocolate. His erect cock bobbed in front of the red head’s face. Remy swallowed. Scott sure had gained in confidence when it came to exhibiting his sexuality.

And it was all his own fault for letting Slim feel just what he did to his more experienced lover.

“Oui, your way, amour,” Remy husked.

The admission earned him a boyish grin. “Good. Give me the lube.” An imperious palm was held out and Remy gladly surrendered the crinkled tube, watching in rapt attention as Scott coated his own fingers. The tube dropped to the mattress and Remy helped to steady the kneeling man, eyes glued to his face. He could feel Scott’s bravado, his embarrassment tinged lust as he wiggled a finger into his tight ass, but he thrilled watching that bottom lip draw back between his teeth more. Another was quickly added, the brunette’s breath hitching as he felt the burn that months of being mounted hadn’t dulled.

When the third finger started to work its way in too soon, Remy grabbed onto his wrist. “Wanna watch you for a bit, cher.”

“O-okay,” Slim blushed but didn’t try to pull away, letting Remy direct the force of his thrusts. A strong hand settled onto his shoulder to help balance the lean body and for a few minutes Remy enjoyed the show. Quietly he ordered Scott to spread or crook his fingers, wanting him to feel his muscles loosen, the pleasure he could bring himself. Then Remy opened his mouth and sucked in the dark pink cock, sliding his own finger in to thrust alongside Scott’s. “Remy!” the brunette squealed, nails digging into his shoulder.

The redhead hummed in response, the fine control of his empathy keeping them on the edge of release. Using his nail he scraped his lover’s prostate and tightened his grip on his wrist, forcing Scott to keep his fingers inside his contracting channel. Slim thrust forward, twisting in his grasp as he cried out, and Remy let his cock slip into his throat.

Orgasm broke free of Remy’s control. Scott shuddered and sobbed, his load shooting down Remy’s throat with a scalding of heat. The empath gloried in his lover’s ecstasy, feeding it into his own and sending it back. Caught in Remy’s carefully constructed loop Scott spasmodically jerked, head tossed back as he soundlessly screamed, pleasure just hinting of pain rolling through him until he finally blacked out.

It was nearly ten minutes before the older mutant stirred, moaning softly at the feel of Remy’s fingers opening his ass. Another hand tilted his head back to receive an oddly chaste kiss, the ex-thief’s deep voice an indistinct rumble in his ears. Before he was even fully cognizant he was being lifted, fingers giving way to something much longer. “Yesss,” he hissed, arching to take more in. Not only did Remy have three inches on him when fully erect, the Cajun was of a perfect thickness, stretching Scott’s hole to a delicious fullness that bordered pain. When Scott could take him all the way in it was like he could be felt in his stomach on the other side. The man really was built to fuck.

Reaching down Scott felt where his lover was sunk into his body, a few inches still bared. He frowned at the slippery feel of latex, realizing Remy had sheathed himself while he was still coming down from his first orgasm. Rising up on his knees he had to stretch to pop the redhead’s dick out of his hole, but Remy’s grip on his hips stopped him.

“Cher, what is wrong? I feel no pain.”

Scott shook his head. “Let me go and take off the condom, Rem’.” He tried wiggling free but Remy started to pull him back down.

“Non, Scottie, condom is to keep you safe. Remy slept with too many people to risk you, yes?”

“Remy, don’t be an idiot,” Scott snapped. “You think this is a spur of the moment thing? You get a check up every month, just like the rest of us, and if you had anything, trust me, Hank would know. And as your field leader who has to sign off on your physical every month, so would I.” Seeing his lover’s mouth agape stare he gentled his tone, smiling as he stroked the lightly stubbled cheeks. “I trust you not to cheat on me and I think you know I’m pretty much a one lover type of guy, so trust me on this? We’ve been solid for six months, Remy. If you had anything, Hank’s advanced alien doodads would have spotted it days after you contracted it. We’re safe. I want to feel you.”

He spoke the last sentence slowly, punctuating each word with a gentle kiss until Remy’s eyes squeezed closed. When the red eyes opened they were wet with tears and he pulled the lanky brunette into a hard, possessive kiss. “Love you, Scottie. Sit up for me?” Scott nodded and Remy eased his length from the tight channel, quickly stripping off the condom before guiding his lover back down. Without the barrier of the latex the sensitive head of his cock felt everything and the empath groaned. “That’s it, bebe, take it all.”

Scott put a hand to his belly, half expecting to feel a protrusion, but then Remy lifted his hips and dropped him. He cried out and curled his fingers into Remy’s long hair, holding on as he flexed his thighs and started to ride his lover in earnest. The ex-thief was sucking on his neck, hands everywhere and it wasn’t long before he was coming again, spasming around the shaft impaling him. His seed coated both of their stomachs and then he felt it, a warmth exploding inside him as Remy shot deep into his body. More than all of the love bites and bruises, he finally felt claimed.

When he could breathe with only a slight hitch Remy moved them, pulling out and stretching towards the end of the bed. He dragged Scott with him, spooning them front to back before thrusting his still hard penis back home. His circling arm beneath caught up both of Scott’s wrists, his other hand going to his crotch. Scott sobbed as Remy started to fuck him again, slow and long thrusts that matched the hand on his dick. He let his forehead rest on their clasped hands and felt a mouth latch onto the nape of his neck.

“Happy Birthday, Scottie.”

Slow and sweet and Scott let Remy do the work, comforted by the gentle rocking into his body. “It’s not my real birthday. Did you know that?”

“Hank said it was. You all pullin’ Remy’s leg?”

“No. In the orphanages, one more year wasn’t something to celebrate,” Scott quietly explained. “After I ran away . . . Today is the day the professor found me.”

One more breadcrumb, one more little secret clue to what lay behind the straight laced leader’s mask. Remy knew what kind of gift he was being given and he let Scott feel his gratitude at the showing of trust. “Then that’s somethin’ we share, Scottie. When de ti’ves guild found lil’ Remy, didna know what a birt’day was. Jean-Luc, my pere, he picked a day on the year for Remy. Don’ even know how old I really am.”

Scott panted softly at the continued ministrations to his prostate, but his eyes tried to search out his lover’s. “When’s your birthday, Remy?”

“Tink you can give me a better present than this, cher, having you all night?” Remy teased, kissing across Scott’s sweaty flesh.

“Oh, I don’t know,” the brunette teased back, wiggling into his crotch, “I seem to remember refusing any public sex. For your birthday I might relax that rule.”

“August 8th,” Remy promptly answered, his pistoning cock giving a strong twitch as he immediately thought of all the places he would love to take his lover. If a public place was his present every birthday he’d be an old man before he ran out of ideas. A really old man.

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