How to Slay a Dragon

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Own not lest ye be owned.
Once again, sexual situations and a little bit of nightmare imagery.
Summary: Sex and nightmares

The brilliant sunlight streaming through the curtains jarred Remy out of sleep. He blinked several times and turned away from the window. He was instantly faced with a slightly scarred, broad, muscular back. A smile came to his lips and he snuggled against Logan's back, feeling the kind of security and warmth he only felt with this man. Remy sighed into Logan's back and lay contented, listening to Logan's soft breathing. But after a few long moments he grew bored and started planting tiny open-mouthed kisses on Logan's back and shoulders. Remy loved the smell, feel, taste, hell he just loved the man lying in front of him. His hand had snaked around to the front of Logan and started feeling along his abs and ribcage. Remy hit a sensitive spot and he felt Logan jump and snort.
Logan felt a hand wandering over his torso and jumped when it found a ticklish spot. Logan decided it would probably be too much trouble trying to go back to sleep so he woke up. He groaned and stretched, flinching when he felt a slight pressure on his groin. Damn, must still be a little sore from last night. First time that's happened. Logan allowed himself a smile as he recalled what little he could remember from last night. Remy, that undeniably sexy Cajun, moaning, pleading, Logan felt his cock do a dance despite still being a tad sore. He heard as much felt Remy sigh into his back and start to pull away; Logan reached behind his back and grabbed the thief before he could move to far away.
Slightly surprised by the sudden movement Remy gasped and jumped then purred and snuggled into Logan's back again. Logan grunted and began shifting until he was face to face with the beautiful Acadian. Those breathtaking blue eyes gleamed with arousal and amusement. Remy smiled and pressed his bruised and still swollen lips to Logan's.

"Mornin' cher."

"Yeah I know its morning." Remy glared playfully at Logan and put on his best pout, which served to make him even sexier.

"Dat's not what I mean." Logan just laughed.

"Yeah, I know. Just wanted ta fuck with ya Gumbo." A subtle, sexy smile splashed over Remy's face.

"I know a better way y' can fuck wit Remy."

Remy brought his hand down and wrapped his long fingers around the base of Logan's shaft, earning a low moan from the Canuck. Logan was already hard. Remy smiled and gave the length a slow stroke. The rumble coming from Logan's chest reverberated through Remy's entire body. Logan's eyes were closed and his head was laid back into the soft pillows. Remy released Logan's hard on and he heard the Canadian grunt out a protest. His eyes opened and he shot Remy a questioning glance. Remy only grinned and threw one long leg over Logan so he was astride Logan's hips.

"I like dis position better." Remy whispered huskily and let his fingers play across Logan's chest and abs.
Jesus, could this kid get any sexier? Logan relaxed back into the pillows and drew his fingers lazily up and down Remy's graceful thighs. The tickling sensation made Remy chuckle. Then he noticed Logan's breathing was shaky and those steel blue eyes were intensely concentrated on Remy's crotch. Remy followed his gaze and saw his erection jutting out in midair. He started laughing and buried his face into Logan's neck. Logan sighed and ran his fingers lightly over Remy's back. The Cajun purred his content and began rubbing himself against Logan.
A soft groan sounded deeply from Logan's throat and Remy buried his face into his neck again, seeking out his hot spot. When he found it Logan made a mewling sound and jerked his hips. Remy lapped at the spot and nuzzled his nose against it. Logan sighed again and pulled Remy against him, their erections pressed into each other extracting a loud groan from Remy. He began nibbling on Logan's neck and heard him gasp. Logan's hips started pumping and he muttered incoherent gibberish as Remy nibbled and sucked on his neck. Then, Remy bit down hard on the flesh and tasted blood. Logan let out a shaky, wanton gasp and his hips reared up sharply. Remy hissed a breath through his teeth and released it with a moan. Logan dug his fingers into Remy's thighs and started gyrating his hips. Remy gasped loudly and entwined his fingers with Logan's. Logan thought that this was one of the greatest highs he had ever been on. Beating out the week long binge he'd had a few weeks ago. In fact, no drug ever conceived on this earth could create a feeling like what this was. No, this was a whole other kind of ecstasy, unlike anything he had ever been given; and it was Remy that was giving it to him.
The sweet smell of the kid's heat filled his nostrils prompting a throbbing jolt to course straight to his cock. He growled and untangled his fingers from Remy's. He reached up and grabbed Remy's head and pulled him down into a kiss. Logan's tongue danced over Remy's caressing every inch of his soft mouth. Remy moaned and pressed down on Logan's mouth harder. Logan inhaled the scent coming from Remy and it made shocks go off in his brain. Remy was feeling the heat too. His hard on ached and began rubbing against Logan more ardently. Logan groaned into his mouth and pulled back from their kiss.

"I wanna be inside ya, now." His voice was low and edged with poison. The Wolverine was lurking just below the surface and Logan's eyes told Remy that his struggle would not last long.
Logan was already beginning to tremble. He brought his hand up to Remy's face and rubbed his finger over Remy's lips. Remy opened his mouth and sucked the finger in, lathering the digit with saliva from his tongue. Logan pulled the finger out and brought it to Remy's opening. He circled the puckered entrance, letting the spit on his finger coat the hole. Remy moaned and pushed against Logan's probing finger. Logan leaned up and kissed Remy, inserting his finger into Remy at the same time. Remy groaned and clutched at Logan's shoulders. Logan swallowed his groan and slowly swirled his finger around inside Remy, feeling the rectum muscles gripping his finger. Remy drew a breath in a hiss as Logan inserted another finger and then moaned loudly when Logan found a sensitive nipple with his tongue. Logan swirled his tongue around the areole and pinched the tip between his teeth. Remy threw his head back and murmured unintelligible words, a mix of French and English. He was pushing against Logan's finger and had the back of Logan's neck in a death grip. Logan growled around Remy's flesh and inserted a third finger. Remy began panting, grinding against Logan's hand and his erection.
Logan was being hit with a thousand different sensations at once. The sound of Remy's soft panting, the smell of desire and arousal, the heat between their bodies all made Logan go a little crazy. He pulled his fingers out of Remy and lifted Remy up until he was kneeling over him. He glanced down at Remy's cock and smiled sinisterly. His tongue flicked out and lapped up the small drop of pre cum at the head. Remy bit his lower lip and moaned. Then he moved his erection away from Logan's deadly mouth and slowly began lowering himself onto Logan's cock. His mouth opened part way and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Remy's slender fingers bit into Logan's shoulder blades as he took Logan in to the hilt. Logan let out a long sigh/moan and fell back onto the bed. He felt Remy's sphincter muscles grip and release him. He lay very still, letting Remy get used to the feel of him. When he felt Remy's body concede he took a hold of his hips and began to move in and out slowly.
That was how Logan wanted this to be, slow and sweet. He looked up at Remy and the sheer beauty of the younger man stole his breath. Remy was grinding on top of him eyes closed and face totally relaxed. The late morning sunlight caught his hair and set it aflame. It looked like a halo surrounding his head which Logan found to be appropriate. He was Logan's saving grace, the light to his dark and tortured soul. He loved Remy like he loved no other before. Remy had saved his life, taken the gun out of his hands and offered him more. Given everything without hesitation and never asked for anything. For this, Logan loved him ever the more.
Remy felt flushed. The feel of Logan's cock inside of him was complete heaven. Logan was his heaven. His lover was fighting to be gentle, to make this as good for Remy as for himself. And Remy loved him for it. No one ever thought to consider what Remy wanted or needed. Logan's consideration and loving caresses brought tears to Remy's eyes and he felt them spill onto his cheeks. Logan reached up and brushed the moisture away. Remy beamed down at him and began to move faster. Logan arched his back and groaned. His breath was coming in gasps, fast and loud. Logan's face was hidden in the shadows cast by the curtains. Remy leaned down and whispered.

"Harder." The Wolverine growled and obeyed.

Remy cried out as it began impaling him, riding hard. It felt like Remy was being torn in two. He fought to breath. The blood was rushing in his ears and he didn't even notice that he was getting louder. The Wolveirne was no better. It was snarling and growling. It was a sound that used to send a cold chill through Remy but now, it was a sound he had come to cherish. It meant his lover(s) was enjoying and wanting him. Remy listened to the sound of skin slapping against skin and The Wolverine's animal cries. Then he screamed as it closed its hand over his heated erection. The Wolverine began fisting Remy in time with its thrusts and Remy felt his head tingle. A wildfire roared through his veins and he came hard crying out silently.
The Wolverine felt a warm wetness on their stomach and chest and smelled the salt of Remy's cum. It pulled their lips back into a snarl and began to slam their cock into their beautiful mate. Their mate moaned and this made the Wolverine even more feral, if that were even possible at this point. It grabbed their mate and rolled with him until their mate was underneath them. This gave the Wolverine more leverage. It quickened its thrusts and heard their mate scream as he helplessly climaxed a second time. The bed creaked and groaned and the headboard began to crash against the wall. The Wolverine acknowledged none of this. It was concentrating on the sensations traveling through their body at light speed. Then the shit hit the fan. Their hearing went crazy, their body convulsed and the Wolverine released a cry in a deep bass that resounded off the walls. A torrent of guttural sounds flowed past their lips, endearing and teeming with worship. If only their mate could understand.
Fireworks were still lighting behind their eyes as Logan slowly resurfaced. Logan couldn't breathe, his chest felt like it was going to collapse under the pressure of his recent release. His body wanted to collapse but his muscles were locked in a hard contraction. His entire body shuddered and his knowledge of how to open his eyes evaded his grasp. When he felt a soft caress to the side of his face he was finally able to work his eyelids open. Logan opened his eyes slowly and Remy stared into those cool liquid blue orbs. The glimmer had vanished and was replaced with afterglow sheen. Remy smiled lazily and wrapped his arms around Logan's waist and kissed him. Logan was barely conscious enough to return the kiss. Remy could tell that Logan was slipping into a coma and knew he wasn't far behind. Logan's muscles finally jellified and he slowly lowered himself on top of Remy. He was asleep before their bodies even met.

Logan was falling, falling into a seemingly endless darkness. A rush of heat and he was standing in the middle of an empty glass room, red light pouring over him. Then, the light slowly turned to flame. Logan's forearms caught fire and Logan felt the searing blaze slowly incinerate his flesh. The stench of burning flesh and hair invaded his nose and he waved his arm, desperately trying to put out the white flame. White flame? Logan looked down at his arm again, and indeed the fire was white. Suddenly the scene faded and Logan was in a long hallway. A red light bulb hung in the middle of the hall and cast it into an eerie darkness. Logan swallowed, his throat exceedingly dry at the moment. He looked all around the hall but it seemed to stretch on forever. Then, the walls melted and revealed panels of grime covered glass.
As Logan looked into the panels, he was shocked to see Remy on the other side. Only this wasn't the young man he had held in his arms. This Remy had an evil grin plastered on his face and was holding a still beating heart in his hand. Logan heard harsh whisperings and screams sounding all around him. Killer. Die, mother fucker, die. Animal! What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid or just deaf? Rub some dirt on it you pussy! Why? I hate you, I want you to die! Logan covered his ears but the voices only got louder. WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS? YOU WOULDN'T KNOW LOVE IF IT FUCKED UP THE ASS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!! YOU ARE SICK! YOU'RE NOTHING, YOU HEAR? YOU STUPID LITTLE BASTARD! WHY WON'T YOU FUCKING DIE!!!
Logan howled and rammed his head into one of the panels of glass. The glass shattered and Logan felt the shards slash his head, neck and shoulders. When he looked up, blood was running down his face and chest. Then it began to pour from the cracks and edges of the mirrors. Tortured reflections stared back at him, screaming in pain. They begged and pleaded for mercy but their wails when unheeded. Then the images ran together and Remy once again stood before him, shaking his head and wagging his finger.

"Not…dat…easy…,y' want mercy...?" He hissed in a voice too harsh to be his. A sharp pain shot through his arm and he looked down. A large hypodermic needle was shoved deep into his flesh. Cruel laughter erupted from all around him.

"HERE'S Y' FUCKIN' MERCY!" Remy snarled in an ungodly voice as his face twisted into some hellish apparition.

Logan woke up screaming. Remy instantly woke up and put his hand on Logan's arm. Logan jerked his arm away from Remy and scrambled to get away from him.

"No!!" He screamed, his eye wild and his breathing harsh.

His body was drenched in sweat. Remy watched as he receded to a dark corner of the room and hunkered down, shaking and terrified. Remy called out to Logan but got only a pathetic whimpered response. Remy had never seen Logan like this before, scared and on the defensive teetering between predator and petrified prey. Any other time he woke the rest of the house after a nightmare they would always burst in to find him in deep concentration and in a foul mood. Now, it was the complete opposite and it scared Remy to death. Logan's eyes were wide and glazed over. Remy reached out again, this time with his empathy. He felt both the Wolverine and Logan and they were both scared stiff. Their terror was directed solely at him. The fear was so great that it made Remy's stomach muscles convulse and he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He fought it and tried to level out his voice.

"It's okay cher. It's me, Remy. I'm not gonna hurt y'." They cocked their head and backed even further against the wall. Remy slowly climbed out of bed.

"I'm comin' over der. It's alrigh', I won' hurt y'. I promise." They seemed to relax slightly.

Remy stopped just a few feet from them and held out his hand for them to sniff. They calmed down slightly when they recognized the scent and Remy knelt in front of them. He tentatively reached out and brushed a lock of hair aside on their face. The touch seemed to do something to them and Logan covered his face with his hands and sobbed. He folded into himself and rocked back and forth. Remy felt his heart ache. He grabbed Logan and engulfed him in a bear hug. Logan's shoulders shuddered and he wrapped his arms around Remy's waist and buried his face in his chest. Remy felt Logan's tears splash onto his skin and began quietly rocking with Logan, whispering endearments into his ear. Remy knew that whatever he had been going through with his drug use was starting to catch up to him. After a few minutes, Logan got control of his outburst and pulled away from Remy's embrace. There was a look of shame on Logan's face.

"Sorry, didn't mean ta scare ya. Usually don't have a problem with my nightmares. Don't know why this one got ta me the way it did." He was lying through his teeth. Remy sighed and ran his hand through Logan's thick mane.

"Why y' tryin' t' play Logan? If someting's buggin' y' y' can tell me. I love y' `n I wanna help y'." Logan glanced sideways at Remy and shook his head. When he spoke his voice was barely above a tight whisper.

"Can't, nothin's gonna help me. `eres no way anyone can help me."

There was so much pain in his voice that Remy felt a lump grow in his throat. Logan thought he was a lost cause. Incapable of accepting help, choosing to suffer in silence with his demons and haunts, some he doesn't have any idea about. Spectors that drove him to desperate addictive comfort. Remy scooted closer to Logan and gently laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Non, cher. I tink y' can be helped. N'body tried hard enough. I wanna help, if y' let me in. Let me help y' overcome dis, I know together we can do it."

Logan dragged his eyes up to look into Remy's. There was a faint glimmer of hope and Remy felt his love radiate out to him even without his empathy. It was written all over his haggard face.

"Alright Remy. If ya think ya can handle it."

Remy kissed Logan lovingly. "For y' cher, Remy face anyting."