Passion Fruit

Title: Passion Fruit 2
Authors: Little Darlin' (Fka Firesong) and Adamantium Laced (Fka Logan Lover)
Email: iasonmink@hotmail.co.uk and adamantiumlaced@hotmail.co.uk
Archive: Adult fan fiction. Any others feel free, just give us a shout so we know where.
Fandom: X-Men (Not movieverse)
Pairing: Logan and Remy of course!
Rating: NC17 (You have been warned)
Series: Stand alone at the moment, but who knows!!
Catergory: M/M sex, mild Cyclops bashing (he's got that kinda face), mild angst and plot!
Disclaimer: All characters and locations property of Marvel Comics, we don't own 'em, if we did they'd have alot more fun. Please don't sue unless you really want a toaster that smells like a nuculear meltdown and a dog that has now moved on to chewing socks :)
Note: For Lu, long time no hear, hope things are okay, we miss ya baby.
Summary: Logan tries to accept the way things are and Remy starts playing a new game.

Passion Fruit
Part 2

Three Weeks Later

"BOBBY!!" Logan called as he pulled up in his jeep. The engine purred to a stop, and Logan climbed out relighting the ever present cigar. "Bobby Drake!" Logan bellowed as he opened the boot, pulling out bags of groceries. “Why is he never there when ya want him, but always there when ya don't” Logan turned to yell again, but almost stepped on the man he was yelling for. "Hi" Bobby actually made Logan jump. Logan growled and handed him bags until he was so overloaded it was hard for him to even see. "Geez wolvie... what crawled up your butt and died?" Logan snorted and loaded another bag for the hell of it.
"The same thing that's gonna crawl up your butt with my foot if ya drop anything on the way to the kitchen." Logan smiled to himself as he watched Iceman waddle his way inside. He knew his senses had been off lately, but just put it down to stress and a certain Red-head that plagued his every thought. Sure they'd been civil to each other, but Scott was more touchy and up his own behind than usual, and red... she'd just been a little touchy with everyone. They'd only been back a few days and were driving everyone mental. “Guess their time away wasn't all that special... good.” Logan smiled and grabbed the last bag, today was going to be a good day.

The kitchen was clean and tidy as usual, and the radio was playing in the background as logan unpacked the groceries. There was a nice breeze coming through the patio doors, and the distinct smell of fresh bread was blending nicely with the smell of fresh flowers. Logan guessed that Storm was in one of her homely moods. He picked up the beer and opened the refridgerator to bury it with the rest when he noticed a familiar bowl of fruit on the top shelf. He couldn't help but pinch a peice. Closing his eyes, he remembered just how good it had tasted only a few weeks before. Quickly he pushed the thought from his mind, slamming the fridge shut, and spat the fruit into the trash. “No more ol' man. These thoughts have got to stop.” He noticed out the corner of his eye the new roster, Scott was always so perdantic about monopolising everyone's time with training, duites and downright annoying ways of using up 'free-time' as if they actually got much of it anyway. He noted he was down for overhauling the Jet, general interior paint jobs and maintenence and... Logan did a double take... tuning Scott's car! For an instant he was fuming, but it quickly turned to amusment. Sure he could fix it so the moment the car pulls up at a red light, the air bag would inflate. Maybe he could even write 'Honk if you like guys with small cocks' on the back? He shook his head.. “Nah, that would be childish... but fun none the less.” He was always amazed at how various jobs got made up. He perused the rest of the list. Painting the house - Colossus, Guard duty - Bishop, Clean the pool - Bobby, Drain and scrub the septic tank - Gambit. Logan noted that most the really disgusting jobs had landed plum in the Cajun's lap, along with all the 5am training sessions. “Damn the Cajun musta' pissed Scott off something rotten” He noticed last on the list Scrub the basketball court had Remy's name attached along with a written note 'With a toothbrush' added on. Logan shook his head, surely that wasn't right. He looked again outside, it sure was hot. If the Cajun was stuck with these jobs, then he was not gonna be happy about it. Logan pulled a couple of beers out of the fridge and headed for the back of the house, making a quick detour to med lab.

Remy wiped his head, he was sweating like a pig, and stank like a sewer. The heat had made the smell almost unbearable. It had been too hot to wear the overalls. He'd almost thrown up twice and was coming close to a third time. Logan arrived to find the cajun on his knees with his whole arm down a drainage pipe obviously trying to clear a blockage. Logan didn't have the heart to mention that his waist length ponytail was also in the stuff. He cocked his head to one side, watching the Cajun swear and complain, in the colourful louisianna yat that was such common place these days. Seemed as if everyday Remy was getting the (pardon the pun) shit jobs. "Cajun.." Logan called, trying hard to breathe through his mouth. "Cajun!" Remy looked over his shoulder to see Logan. "Hey." He could feel the lump at the end of his fingers, and managed to grab it and pull it out with a disgusting squelching sound. He didn't want to, but he looked at what he'd pulled out and recoiled when he noticed it was a used ladies... monthly items. Flinging it in the bucket provided he shuddered in disgust. "I hate my life." Logan chuckled and called him over for a beer. "Ya know there's a pump by the shed you could use ta clean up?"
"Good idea homme. Be back in a minute." Logan watched as Remy started to strip, and clean the filth away. Of course the moment Remy started removing his underpants Logan looked away, there was somethings a teammate should never see. "I bought ya some of that stuff Hank uses ta stop him smelling stuff he don't wanna smell, ya just spread it under yer nose I think!"
Remy ran his fingers through his ponytail, lumps of mud, sewage and dead bugs washed out. He hoped Logan would have at least kept a half eye on him gettin' naked, but noticed Logan was pointedly not looking. Still, the Cajun was nothing if not persistant. He quickly finished up, and headed back to his beer. "T'anks mon ami, sure could use it."
"Not a problem. I got stuck doing this last time."
"Wid your sense o' smell, Remy bet it was a blast." The cajun chuckled as he took the proffered beer and settled down on the grass, crossing his long legs under him. After a few moments Logan snorted and joined him. "Yeah it was a real riot. I noticed all the crap Scooter's got ya down for doin, yer really musta yanked his chain good this time."
"Actually mon ami, it be de pheonix dat's got remy doing all dis stuff." Next to him Logan stiffened. "You guys have a fight?" Logan tried to keep his voice calm, as his mind ran around in circles. It wasn't like her to pull rank. "We exchanged words oui."
"Is this about the night in the kitchen?"
"It's private homme, just a little somet'ing Remy and Jean don' agree on is all."
"Must be something big if she's got ya doing all this stuff."
"Oui I guess, but it'll blow over. You know better den most what women are like for holdin' a grudge, look at Viper." Logan laughed and nodded.
"Yeah I guess I do." Comftable moments passed as they sat quietly, drinking and enjoying the sun. "Ya wanna hit Harry's tonight, shoulda cooled down some by then."
"Sounds bien, bout eight? Remy wants to float for a long time after dis and he still got the basketball court to do."
"Sure. I got stuff ta do anyways. See ya then."
"Oui t'anks for de beer and de company mon ami." Logan nodded and pulling himself to his feet, headed back towards the house. Remy watched him with a smile, maybe he'd forget the basketball court and spend a little longer preparing for tonight.

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Remy leaned against the wall next to the front door and huffed, it was gone twenty past eight, here he was looking like sex on legs and where was Logan? Not here, he was late and Remy was pissed, he hated waiting. He pulled a pack of cards from his pocket and shuffled them, trying his best to look inconspicuos , just in case one of the others spotted him. The sound of hurried footsteps had him glancing up to catch Logan's arrival, he was pulling on his leather jacket as he moved and still had traces of oil under his fingernails and a very fetching streak of it across his forehead. He stopped a few feet from the Cajun and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry gumbo, had to finish a little tune up on Scotts car." Shoving his cards back in his pocket, he pushed himself away from the wall and sashayed over to Logan. "S'okay cher, Remy knows de best t'ings in life are wort' waitin' for. " Logan snorted and looked the thief up and down, snorting again as Remy unconciously posed. "Save it for the ladies bub, aint you a little over dressed for Harry's?"
"Not'ing wrong wid wantin' to look my best is dere?"
"Nah, just didn't realise yer were gonna be playing big bad wolf tonight."
"An' here's Remy t'inking dats your job mon ami." He indicated the oil with a smile. "You plannin' on wearin' fearless's car?"
"Huh" Logan rubbed his head and only succeded and spreading the stain even more. Remy chuckled and after a bit of routing around pulled what appeared to be a pair of panties from his duster pocket. "Let me." Logan eyed the panties supisouly and reared back. "Dey clean, Remy got dem back wid 'is washin' de odder day. You know Bobby Drake and 'is need to 'ave a laugh at everyone else. Remy was gonna give dem back, but he not seen rogue yet." He reached out and rubbed the oil off, dropping the underwear into the bin by the door. "Dere all done an' all gone."
"Thanks. Guess I missed that spot."
"Guess so. You ready to go now?"
"Impatient aint ya."
"Oui, Remy been looking forward to dis all day."
"And here's me thinkin' the septic tank was the highlight, I'm real flattered cajun."
"So you should be mon ami, don' normally give flattery at de' beginnin' of a date, save dat for under de bedsheets." Remy paused and then grinned, slapping Logan's ass. "Wanna save me some money and skip to dat bit now?" Logan snarled and popped his claws, muttering vague threats about how high his singing voice was gonna be in about 5 seconds and how cute he was gonna look as a girl. Remy shrugged and carried on, ignoring the 6 foot of unbreakable metal claws, that could with great ease turn him into a eunich. "Remy teasin' cher, non need to get bent outa shape." Logan retracted his claws and growled something incrediably insulting about himself. "Sorry Cajun, I kinda had a run in with Jean." Logan ran a hand through his hair and tried his best to look repentant. "S'okay. Wanna talk about it?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. Lets just get on to having a good time."
"Oui lets get going, while de going be good." Remy walked over to the front door and pulled it open, with a flourish he indicated Logan should go through. "Age before beauty mon ami."
"Yeah sure." Logan passed by him and he stepped through, closing the door and joining Logan on the top step. "So how we traveling bub?"
"Remy t'ought we'd take his car for a change. Much as he likes your jeep, de car got air conditioning and don't mess up his hair."
"I thought you went for that whole messy, bed hair thing."
"Oui and it takes a long time to perfect, don' wanna mess it up by gettin' it wind blown cher."
"What's the difference?"
"Bout t'ree hours an' an awful lot of gel."
"Oookaay. Lets go then." They in silence walked to the garage, Remy slid his car keys fom his pocket and opened the doors, he moaned as he got into the car and started the engine to get the air conditioning going. It may have cooled down outside, but in the confines of the car, the heat was oppressive. Leaning over the seat he opened the passenger door for Logan. "Come on ol' man, Remy wanna get outta 'ere." No sign. He leaned forward a little more trying to see where Logan had gone. Suddenly he was shoved into the passanger seat, and Logan quickly took his place behind the wheel. "Hey cher!" Logan chuckled and fumbled in his pocket for a cigar. "Hey yerself. I do the drivin' no matter who's vehicle it is." Remy face looked like thunder. "Cheer up Cajun, ya can drive back if yer sober enough." He gave a toothy grin, that sent a shudder down Remy's spine, straight to his cock. Remy adjusted his pants, couldn't let the game end just yet. After settling himself in the drivers seat Logan huffed and waited for the cool air to kick in. "Hot as hades in here"
"It'll cool down in a few minutes." Logan hit the button attached to the dash board to open the garage doors and swung the car out onto the driveway, reving it up to 3rd gear on the road leading to the gates and enjoying the feel of raw power in his hands. Remy glanced at Logan's broad arms from the corner of his eye and wondered if that's what Jean had enjoyed about being with him. He knew well enough from hundreds of hours of practice how strong Logan was, all the muscles that made up that compact body and just how lethal he could be. “All dat' power on you and in you, mmm Remy huntin' tonight alright, but de prey be different from what you t'inkin' Wolverine.” He quickly looked away again as Logan glanced back at him and turned the radio on, sending a mental plea to his libido to behave itself, at least until later.

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As they pulled up in front of Harry's Remy cursed, the car park was almost full and he hated to leave his baby where it could possibly get dented or fender bended. Logan next to him smiled and inclined his head sympathetically, he was just as bad where his bike and jeep were concerned, god help anyone that damaged his babies. "Looks like a full bar tonight, more sheep for you though."
"Oui, but knowing Remy's luck one of dem will come and ding his car. You go get de first round in and let Harry know dat Remy's parking de car round de back."
"Sure gumbo, don't take too long or there might not be any left for you."
"Don you worry 'bout ol' Remy eh." He grinned at Logan and recieved a smile in return. Logan climbed out of the car and headed for the bar, Remy watched him or rather watched his ass enter the bar and drove the car around to Harry's private parking spots out back. Quickly parking, he hurriedly locked the doors and entered the bar himself. He found Logan sitting in one of the booths, it surprised him that any of them had been vacant, until he passed a couple of frat boys shooting evils at Logan and muttering threats very quietly. Plonking himself down on the bench opposite Logan, he jerked his head in the direction of the frats and raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"
"Nah, they just weren't too keen on shifting their half drunk already butts." Remy laughed and pulling off his shades dropped them into a pocket. "See you managed to perseude dem."
"Yeah, told 'em I was a good friend of their principal and did they really want to risk their football scholarships on a table in a bar."
"Jocks... figures."
"So seen any little red riding hood's that take yer fancy?" Logan asked innocently. Remy pondered a moment. Stuck between making it totally obvious he liked Logan, or beating round the bush for a while. He chose the former. Tread where angels fear and all that jazz. He looked lazily at Logan, eye's drifting over his chest and bulging arms. "Remy wouldn't call what he's got his eye dat, but oui he's seen somt'ing dat takes his fancy." Logan completley missed the beat. "So where am I lookin'?" Logan turned, checking out the bar, to try and spot what filly Remy might have his eye on. "Not far cher, not far at all." Remy chuckled and went back to playing casual. A haressed looking bar maid in a way too small t-shirt sporting the line: 'There's always a handfull at Harry's', came to a stop beside their table. "What can I get you boys?"
"Hey Cherry." Logan smiled. She glanced up from her pad and grinned.
"Logan, honey. Where you been?" She pushed a strand of strawberry blonde hair back behind her ear, dislodging her pencil, which promptly headed for earth in a downward fashion, taking a brief detour to bounce off the tabletop, before hitting the floor by the cajun's feet. Remy, ever the gentlemen, bent instinctively to rescue it for her, unfortunately so did she. Their foreheads met in a less than pleasant 'thunk' and Remy rebounded back against the bench cushions with a curse, while Cherry landed rather ungracefully on her fanny, Logan started to make a move to his feet, but was waved back down as she shifted to her knees. "Aah jeez hon, I'm sorry. You okay?" Cherry's voice muffled as she lent forward to retrieve the pencil, her breasts threatning to make a serious bid for freedom and the question getting lost somewhere around his crotch. She snagged the run away stationary and sprung up from her knees so quickly, Remy feared she may give herself a black eye. "Sorry about that, the damn thing seems determined to get away today." She grinned and brushed the seat of her cutoffs. "Ah guess if ya forgot about me before, ya sure ain't now right." Her cheeks blushed.
"Don't worry darlin' it'll take a lot more 'n that to break his head, an' a little more than a few months to forget yer." Logan flashed a charming grin. He'd forgotten how easy she was on the eye. "I'll take a beer, cajun?" They both looked at Remy who was still rubbing his forhead.
"Remy take one too. An maybe some ice for de head."
"Aw hun, ah am really sorry. Tell ya what, I'll get ya beer for free 'kay. No hard feelings?" Cherry offered. Logan shook his head. "Nah it's okay Cherry really. Kid don't use his head half the time, an I'm sure yer ain't workin' here for the kicks." She smiled gratefully and headed off to get their beers. "Cheer up boy, yer been hurt worse in the danger room. Stop acting like a baby." Remy pouted at Logan, all hopes of getting any kind of sympathy out of the window.
"Remy came to get a drink an' have a good time. Not get beaten up by de local femmes."
"What, aside form gettin' beaten up the green eyed, skunk haired 'femme' at home?" Logan couldn't let that dig pass. "Non, dat was a mis-understanding, dat's all."
"Mis-understandin'? I'll tell yer what's a mis-understanding, for a couple who ain't even a couple yer sure are actin' like a married one. Someone ought to seperate you two kids for good. not just for yer health but the list of repair jobs that keeps gettin' longer, and me being the dumb schmuck that has ta do it." He thanked Cherry as she arrived with the beers and then disappeared off into the ever growing crowd. Harry's was sure gettin' busier these days. "Rogue she just got a different way of getting her view across is all Logan." Remy tried to defend her and Logan shook his head, motioning away the situation. "We could talk about this all night Cajun, an' yer be no nearer hearing sense, so we'll just forget I ever mentioned it." Logan could feel the mood between them souring and searched for some way to lighten the mood. "Pool tables free, wanna game?" The Cajun shrugged and slid catlike from the booth. "What ever you wan' cher." Remy couldn't resists giving him a rogish smile All thoughts back on the game at hand. The real reason for coming. "Remy lookin' real forward to seein' you bent over a table, non?." He barely contained his enjoyment at the brief confusion on Logan's face. "Err... okay, I'll rack em." Logan wasn't sure what game the Cajun was playing, but knowing him, it was probably going to be at his expense. He got to his feet, stripping his jacket and dropping it on the seat, shooting a warning at the frat boys, who quickly looked away. He turned just as Remy was taking off his duster, revealing tight black leather hipsters and a tight sleeveless black top that was cut off just above his navel. "Little underdressed for harry's aint ya?" Logan shook his head. “Why does he always have to dress like a rent boy, it's like the kid has a phobia of being completely dressed.” Remy enjoyed Logan's stare. "Like what you see homme?" “Finally.. 'e be catching on.” Logan snorted and began to rack the balls. "Just wondered if yer had a new mutant power ya didn't tell us about." Now it was Logan's turn to enjoy the bemused look. "The ability to make yer clothes fall off without touching 'em" Remy sneered, and picked up a cue.
"Oh yeah, Remy learned dat one by de time he was fourteen" Annoyed that Logan still hadn't picked up on what he was trying to say. “At dis rate, Remy gonna have to smack you over de head wid a club and drag you to de bedroom, before you get de hint!!” Logan grabbed his beer and indicated for Remy to take the first shot. "Ladies first Cajun, fifty bucks says I still win." The Cajun slinked his way to stand in front of Logan his ass inches away from Logan's crotch as he bent over the table. "Remy always did like to play games dat involved balls." Remy inwardly chuckled as a feel of embarressment, confusion and slight panic flittered very briefly from Logan. Remy knew full well that his top would pull up a few more centimetres and his pants drop a few, unvieling more smooth, toned and sunkissed skin. As the balls bounced around the table, one or two heading straight for pockets, Logan coughed nervously and moved to the opposite side of the table. He was beginning to understand the game Gambit was making so obvious and he all he could think of was ways of making it clear he was not gay. Regardless of how much the cajun may have wanted it otherwise, Logan had just never thought of guys that way. He was pulled from his thoughts as the cajun overreached to make a tricky shot. His hipsters getting just that little bit lower. “even if they looked real edible” He was astonished by his own thoughts and quickly made an exit to get another beer. “what the hell am I thinkin'“ He downed his new beer in record time, before getting another. He turned to head back but was mesmorised as the Cajun potted ball after ball. He had never looked at another man like he was watching the thief and his could feel is cock twitch a little, he had sure as hell never started to get hard because of another man either, but here he was, his cock doing the fandango and his brain offering mental images of what was under those seemingly painted on pants. He downed his current beer as quickly as the last and turned back to the bar, whistling to get Harry's attention. "Whiskey. Straight." Harry's eyebrows raised and he swiftly pulled a glass from the shelf above his head and poured out a straight old grouse. "That bad huh. Must be if your onto the hard stuff."
"Kid's playing with me, keeps pushing."
"So I noticed. You sure he's playing?"
"I really hope so, not sure what to say otherwise. How do ya tell a guy that ya aint interested."
"Can't say as I've ever had that problem, same as telling a gal I woulda thought." The frat boys down the other end of the bar starting shouting for drinks, Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "I gotta get that, you want the bottle?"
"Yeah. You need any help with those guys let me know."
"Sure, God I hate college kids." He grimiced and made his way back down the bar, leaving the bottle of whiskey. Logan drained his glass and refilled it, before grabbing the bottle and heading back to the pool table. Remy leaned seductively against the edge of it and smiled as he approached. "What took you so long cher? Remy was gettin' bored all alone." He eyed the bottle Logan was carrying and his smile widened. "Plannin' to get Remy drunk cher?"
"Cajun, if I was gonna get yer drunk, I'd have brought somethin; a little stronger don' cha think." He clinked the glass down on the corner of the table.
"Only one glass? Dat's okay Remy likes to share." He flirted with a wink, Logan smiled half heartedly, his stomach turned. Fleeting images of Remy lying naked on his bed, just did nothing for him. If anything it made him wanna get home and scrub at himself with sandpaper. He refilled the glass and handed handed it to the thief, who took it with a smile and a brief caress of Logan's fingers with his own. "Remy what is this?"
"Whats what cher?" Remy sipped some of his drink and watched Logan squirm uncomftabely.
"This. The flirting, the innuendos. You playing some kinda game?"
"Remy ain' playin', he tryin' to get your 'tention mon cher."
"Look I'm real... erm... flattered... (cough) but I aint interested in guys."
"You forget dat Remy not just some guy." He moved a little closer to Logan. His hand pausing on his own six pack, and fingers just carresing the flesh, before moving slightly under his waistband. Logan stepped back, his eyes flitting from the exit, to Remy and back to the exit. "I'm sorry but erm... you just... er... (cough)... I mean I don't..." Logan was beginning to feel very trapped. Remy moved to touch Logan's hand, sending him into a wave of panic. Caught between his usual instinct of gutting and asking questions later, or making a getaway. He chose the former. "I gotta go." He grabbed his coat and made a quick exit.
Remy watched him leave. A small smile playing on his lips, his target may have got away for now. “You gone an' done it again Remy.” He tidied the balls and cues solomly, before making his move to leave, but noticed the fifty Logan had left on the window ledge. Pocketing it, he grabbed his keys and jacket he smiled. “And least de night... she not be a total waste"“

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