The Queen of Wands

A/N: OK so here we are. Something is brewing and Remy isn't going to like it.

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Chapter 2


Soft yellow light slanted through the part in the heavy drapes. Logan felt the warmth of the sun on his face. Making a low grunting sound, he turned his face into the long silk of his lover's hair. His hands tightened around his Cajun as he felt the stirrings of his morning erection when it slipped between the boy's rounded cheeks.

Remy shifted and pushed his little butt back out of reflex. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he purred and turned his head.

"G'mornin, Cher." he rasped as Logan's rubbing grew more intense. The feral let his hands drift to the boy's hips.

"Greetin's, Luv." he rumbled and licked at the long white neck. "Shift yer leg forward so I can get in that lil' ass." he growled. Remy shivered and moved his long leg.

The feral brought a pair of fingers up to the Cajun's lush lips.

"Suck." he husked in the delicate ear. Remy's lips opened and drew the digits in to lave them well with his tongue. Logan pressed his thigh to the back of the Cajun's, pushing it forward a little more. His thick cock brushed the tiny pucker, making the boy tremble. Smiling with a flash of fangs, the feral pulled his fingers from the warm mouth and circled a wet fingertip around the quivering spot.

"That's it, Darlin. Just relax and let me in." he spoke softly to the boy and he pressed the wet digit in to the second knuckle. The long body arched as the pressure coursed through Remy's senses.

Making the sounds that drove the Canadian nuts, the thief canted his hips to take more of the finger fucking. Logan worked the boy open quickly, managing to get three of his thick fingers into the tightness before losing his patients.

Fumbling for the lube on the bed table, Logan slicked his cock with something better than spit and pressed into his boy swiftly.

Remy cried out and arched into his lover behind him. Logan began slow long thrusts. He took his time, savoring the sensation of his young lover's body.

Hooking a slender but strong arm around Logan's neck, Remy hung on and allowed the feral to build a slow heat between them. He absorbed the deep emotions that throbbed in their link like this. It always happened when they made love. Logan played his emotions close to the vest same as the Cajun. However, when he was intimate with his boy, all the walls fell away and there was nothing but them.

"So beautiful." he mumbled into Remy's ear. The thief groaned and let out a breathy response.

"All yours, Mon Coeur. Remy be whatever you need. Je t'aime Mon Amore." His voice cracking with the intensity of their feelings.

They rocked with passion and affection, the gentle morning light illuminating the tenderness taking place among the sheets.

Logan's hand found Remy's length and stroked. With whispered words of love and deep possessive thrusts, he brought them both to a sweet and blinding climax.

Panting and floating in their bliss, the couple remained linked both physically and emotionally. Logan blinked his eyes and pulled the boy tight to his chest.

"You are the most precious thing to me, ya know that right, Baby?" he mumbled and kissed the toned shoulder. Remy made a low sound of happiness.

"Oui, Bebe. Remy know you care bout him." he answered and sighed as they uncoupled. He turned and pressed his cheek to the hirsute chest. "You da most important ting in dis teef's world." he said softly. Logan's arms tightened and he kissed the auburn head.

"Ya really think I'm gonna leave ya? Like that Gypsy said last night?" he asked in a low voice. He hated that his lover might feel that way and not tell him.

Remy tensed a little in his arms. Taking a slow breath, he looked up through his bangs.

"Maybe, a little." he said trying to downplay his fears. One hand reached for the mojo bag and he sighed in a huff. "Jus' wanna be sure dat you get every'ting you want, Cher. You deserve dat after all life done to you." he whispered and leaned in to kiss his lover deeply.

Logan's hand slipped up to fist in the red locks and he returned the kiss fiercely. When they both had a need for air, they parted and Logan's blue eyes peered hard into Remy's red and black orbs.

"I do got everythin' I want, Rems. Right here, I got ya and I ain't lettin' ya go." he said and searched the pretty face to be sure the kid understood. "I don't want anythin' else, Darlin'." he assured. Remy closed his eyes and breathed a calming breath.

"You want chill'ens', Logan. Know you do." he said and felt his throat closing up on him. "S'ok 'doe, Remy take da time he got wit you. Can't give you bebies but he understand. Happy for da love he got now." he said as he kissed Logan quickly on the lips and moved to get up. Logan wouldn't let him go.

"Hey, look at me." he said his voice growing worried. "I don't want anythin' more than what I have. And I ain't gonna let ya go round thinkin' I'm just bidin' my time. I love ya, Remy LeBeau. Get that through yer thick head." He said his voice impassioned and his hands holding the trembling young man. Remy swallowed hard and tried to smile.

"Hurts me heart to know der be some'ting you want and I can't give it to you." he said dropping the third person to show the sincerity of his words. Logan shook his head and hugged the slender body to him.

"Not gonna give this up for nothin'. Ya think somethin' like this happens every day?" he asked and stroked his hand down Remy's muscled back. "Yer my mate, Remy. That ain't small." He said. The touch and words seemed to settle Remy down and soon they slipped into a light doze.

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Logan slipped out of bed around 8 am and left his Cajun to sleep. He knew the boy was a born night owl and didn't get up before noon, unless it was for training or sex.

Smiling, he kissed the sleeping face and took a shower. After dressing, he went down to find breakfast and head to the DR for his workout.

Few hours later, Remy awoke with a strange pain in his belly. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned and got out of bed. Eyes half closed, he stumbled to the bathroom and went to relieve himself.

A shrill shriek left his lips when he ran a hand across his chest. Eyes wide, he turned to the mirror to stare at his reflection.

"Mère sainte du Christ!!" He screamed his voice sounding strange in his head. His eyes and hands moved over his nude body as his mind whirled and he tried to comprehend what he saw and felt.

His lithe toned fighter's body had changed, drastically.

Where he once had toned and chiseled pecks, were now lush rounded breasts with dusky pink nipples. His sixpack abs, were now a smooth flat belly. Panicking and mumbling plaintive words, he reached down searching for his cock.

His fingers found only a soft nest of curls and warm delicate folds. The room swam before his eyes and the Cajun dropped to the floor in a dead faint.

A short while later, Remy blinked his eyes and returned to consciousness. He rubbed the back of his head trying to remember what happened.

It all came screaming back in bright focus. Scrambling to his feet, he leaned on the counter and stared into the mirror again.

"Dat putain sale!" he cursed and tried to slow the shortness of breath he was feeling again. His hand closed over the mojo bag and he ripped it from his neck.
There was the sound of the outer door opening and Logan's amused voice called out.

"Hey, Rems. Ya up at last?" his lover sounded happy and at ease.
How had this happened? What was he going to do? Hurling the bag into a corner, he clutched his head and suppressed the urge to vomit.

Remy's heart hammered in his chest and he turned to slam the door closed. He twisted the lock and frantically tried to figure out how to fake this. He had to go back and see Fortuna, she had to turn him back.

Logan stilled when he picked up the scent of terror and then the door slammed shut. He sniffed again and found his lover's scent, but it seemed off somehow. Moving to the now locked door, he put his hand against the wood.

"Remy, what's wrong?" he barked and jiggled the handle. "Open the fuckin' door right now!" he demanded and his tension mounted as he picked up the panicked beat of the Cajun's heart.

Remy paced the tiled floor, he tried to think of what to do. He snatched the large terry cloth robe off the back of the door and he pulled it on. Normally it fit him just right, coming to his knees and hugging his broad shoulders. Now it seemed to engulf him.

"Merde! Merde! Merde!" he sword as the door began to shake and the handle twisted harder.

"Open this fuckin door, Remy or I'll break it down!" Logan shouted and stepped back to give himself room to kick. Remy swallowed a sob and reached to the door. The lock turned and the door slowly opened.

Head down, Remy tried to look like he was hunched in the robe. His hair hung over his face and he moved to pass the feral. Logan sniffed and breathed harshly as his eyes scanned the figure. He didn't smell blood or pain, just fear and that 'off' scent he'd picked up earlier.

"What the fuck is scarin' ya?" he demanded and grabbed the thief's arm. Remy flinched and tried to pull away.

"H-Had a bad dream." he lied and pulled his arm free. He moved toward the closet, hoping to slip inside so he could find some clothes. Logan followed him, making the boy's heart rate spike again.

"Yer lyin to me, Cajun. What the fuck?" he growled getting angry. Remy froze as the anger and worry of his lover washed over him. His lungs struggled for air and he turned to peek at the feral through his bangs.

"Some'ting has gone very bad." he said. His voice sounded too high and soft. Logan cocked his head as he looked at his lover, noting that Remy was shaking and his body was hunched in an odd way.

"What?" he snapped and crossed his arms. Sighing in defeat, Remy turned to face his lover. He brought shaking hands, that were now more delicate and slender, to the front of the robe.

He lifted his head and looked at Logan. The feral's brows furrowed, he tried to figure out what was making the hair on his neck stand up.

"When Remy woke up he got a nasty shock." the boy tried to sound light hearted, but his voice shook hard and his hands grasped the fabric. Giving in, hoping Logan didn't fly off the handle, Remy parted the robe and let it slip to the floor. Logan let out a strange barking sound and he stepped forward.

His blue eyes traveled down the length of the body bared to him and he understood the source of the 'off' scent he picked up.

Remy was now a female.

"What the Fuck???" he shouted and moved even closer to the trembling thief. His body was responding to the very pleasing form and it pissed him off.

He was in shock. The feral side of him took over. He reached out and touched one of the milky white globes of flesh, where his lover shouldn't have them. The skin was warm and Remy shivered at the touch.

Real.

This was real. Logan pulled back as if burnt.

"Is this what ya wished for, Remy?" his voice confused and deeply concerned. Remy's head shook and tears spilled down his face, the face Logan could now see was finer boned and softer than it should have been.

"Non, Logan! Dis not what I wanted!" he gasped and started to cry hard. Logan moved on instinct and drew the distraught mutant into his arms.

"Ah Fuck, Rems. Don't cry. We'll fix it." he said, hugging his lover to him and rocking side to side. He had no idea how he was going to fix it, but he had to say something.

"H-Have to f-fix it. Remy d-don't want to be a f-f-f-femme." the Cajun hiccuped and shook in his lover's arms.

"Shit, Rems!" Logan cursed. "All that talk about wantin' babies and not bein' enough. That fuckin' witch!" he said. Remy paled and felt dizzy again. He clutched Logan's biceps hard, but not as hard as he should have been able.

"L-Logan, I don't want this!" he said his eyes wide and terrified. The thought of being trapped in this body and having to go through pregnancy and giving birth made the room swim again. "I can't do dis!!!" he shouted and the high feminine voice only upset him further.

Logan grabbed the frightened empath and stilled the flailing arms.

"I said we'll fix it." he said his voice getting sharp. "Now, calm down and put something' on." he said, trying to keep his eyes off the very attractive form his very male lover now wore. Remy blushed red and ran to the closet.

Logan raked a hand through his hair and tried to center himself.

This was a fine fuckin' how do ya do!

They had to talk to Chuck. Find that Gypsy bitch and make her return Remy to his normal state.

What if they couldn't? What if he'd lost his Remy?

"Not a fuckin' option." he growled.

TBC