Never Let Go

Remy was trying to clamp down on the panic that raced through him. He couldn’t let this happen. He had to get Logan’s attention again to hold on to that. If this went the way it seemed to be heading it would ruin any chance of anything good ever happening between them.

“L-L-Logan...”he gasped as the feral reached for his hands trying to pin the boy down.

Essex made notes, his pen flying across the paper. He was fascinated, would the feral really make this elemental claim on the Cajun that the man within was hesitant to make? The scientist was sure there was some over thought and pointlessly emotional reason that they hadn’t been physical. Of that he was sure as well, the boy had been embarrassed when Sinister touched him in front of the feral. A type of reaction he’d never gotten from Remy and it spoke volumes.

The Wolverine was fighting Logan for control, the pain drew him out and the territorial instinct drove him to take the boy he had already considered his. The human side was fighting hard to keep his footing. Whatever his primal side might admit to, the logical side was still trying to deny what he felt for the brash and beautiful boy.

Remy’s red and black eyes pleaded with the ones before him that flickered gold and blue. He was pulling with the part of his empathy he could control, the fear and anger were overwhelming his finer control.

“It’s Remy, He come to get you out, Logan, but he need you to come back, Logan, Please give ‘ol Remy a sign you hear him.” he said his deep voice shaking with the effort repeating his name to draw the logical side to him. He struggled in the stronger mutant’s grip. He could feel the physical response Wolverine was having from rubbing against the boy’s lithe body.

His fingers shook with the strain. He darted his eyes around the space and found nothing that could help him gain control. The blue slipped back into Wolverine’s eyes for a few beats. He drew back letting Remy up.

“Git away from me, Rems.” he gasped and he felt the boy squirm from under him. Regaining his feet Remy shook his head.

“Ain’t gonna give up on ya, Cher.” he whimpered as he moved into a defensive crouch despite his nudity thanks to Wolverine’s claws. The feral looked at him a few more beats and then the gold returned. There was a growl and he leapt at the boy. Remy moved like thought and was heading across the room. He hit the far wall spinning to watch what Wolverine was doing.

“Logan! Stay! Don’t let go! Never Let Go!” he said raising his voice in a desperate manner. His full feeling for the man surged forward and he let it flow to Logan without filter. The sensation made Remy gasp aloud as the strength of what they both felt surged between them almost visible it was so powerful.

The feral stumbled and shook his head as he slammed into Remy bringing him flat against the wall. Remy struggled for breath even as the Wolverine fought to keep control. In a last ditch effort Remy leaned forward and grasped the dark sideburns. Pulling Logan to him he breathed a silent prayer.

Their lips met as the boy gave over his feelings in the kiss. He felt the Wolverine growl more the heard it. Wolverine’s hands clutched him tight as the boy hoped the emotions he offered would be more then the anger and pain. He gave in as the feral deepened the kiss parting his lips and plundering his wet mouth.

There was a groaning sound as he tasted Remy for the first time. The man fought his inner beast not wanting this to be lost to the baser instinct to claim and mark the boy. He could never forgive himself if he raped the kid.

Making a deep and almost angry sound into Remy’s mouth Logan pushed the beast back and took back his reality. His hands slipped up the boy’s now bare back as he crushed them together. At last, he held Remy in his arms. God, he tasted like nothing else. Spice and smoke and something deeper, something purely Remy.

The Cajun trembled at the shift in emotions as Logan took back his control. He felt his own relief course through the link they were connected by. He also knew he couldn’t hide the truth of his feelings for his best friend.

Breaking for air they blinked at each other and panted. In the lab Essex grinned like a monster as he watched the scene unfold. The depth of their feelings for each other made his experiment so much more interesting. A thought came to mind and he made another quick change of plans. He clicked the intercom.

“Well done, LeBeau.” he all but cackled. “The Wolverine is free to go.” he let the sentence hang in the air as he flicked a few more switches and the shackles fell from Logan’s wrists and ankles. His red eyes watched at two heads turned to look at the window having both forgotten for a moment that he was there watching them like they were animals in a zoo.

Logan’s lips curled as he put himself between Remy’s naked body and the scientist he loathed with intensity. Remy gasped from the shift in Logan’s emotions. He struggled to close off the link but found it unresponsive. Blinking, the boy tried again. The link remained, just lessened in intensity.

“Merde.” he whispered and looked up at the exchange going on between Logan and Essex. Logan shook his head at the scientist.

“I ain’t fooled, Sinister. You let the kid go with me and i won’t tear your arms off.” He said his voice deep and raspy He held the scientist’s gaze as he let his stare speak volumes. Essex stared back unblinking.

“Gambit and I had a bet. Would you like to wager for the boy, Logan?” he asked his metallic fingers stroking his chin. Logan growled deeper in his chest.

“He ain’t a possession.” he snapped at the silver mutant. “He don’t belong to you.” he said and snkt his claws out. Remy could feel the intensity of what Logan was feeling for him and he was dizzied by it.

“Logan, Cher...don’t....” He stammered trying to stop the mutant from advancing. He placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder squeezing it. He tingled at the contact, the link still pulsing with their emotions. Logan glanced over his shoulder at Remy.

“No.” he said simply. He wasn’t about to even entertain the idea of leaving with out the kid. No way in hell. He reached back, withdrawing the claws and grasped Remy’s hand in his then pulled the boy toward the glass.

“You gonna let us out or do I trash yer lab, Sinister?” He said flashing the hand with still extended claws. His other hand clenched tight on the Cajun’s.

Essex tilted his head and he narrowed his eyes. He knew that there was little he could do to the feral once he was free and if Logan was claiming Remy as his then he would most likely cause a great deal of damage. Essex couldn’t risk the damage to his work. He could get something else from them none the less and that was a compromise he could live with. After all he could just snatch them again should he need more.

“If i let you out you will make a mess of my work, I suggest a deal.” Essex said and drew closer to the glass. “Remy can go with you, free, untouched and whole if you will both participate in a little experiment. In the interest of civility we both agree no violence or damage to property will occur.” he raised a brow at Logan. Remy felt the feral considering the idea.

“Non!” the Cajun shouted. “You goin back on you word, Essex!” he said moving next to Logan and heedless of his nudity. “Remy already won de bet. Logan goes free, that’s what we agreed.” his red pupils glittered. Sinister looked at the Cajun and smirked.

“This is a new deal.” he said and crossed his arms. “You can agree or you can fight the troop of marauders and clones i have on hand. Either way I get information. I am just hoping you’ll agree so I can get the more interesting information instead of the fight.” he shrugged his shoulders not really caring that either of them felt indignant or appalled. That was irrelevant. Logan squeezed Remy’s hand.

“What is the experiment?” he asked and Remy turned his head looking at him shocked.

“Logan! you can’t trust ‘em.” he said shaking his head, long cinnamon hair tumbling over on eye. Logan swallowed the desire that bubbled up and shook his head.

“I just want to hear the terms to be sure it ain’t better then risking your life fighting them assholes.” he said giving the boy a gentle nod as they both felt the link flare. Gambit looked deep into the feral’s eyes and his heart spiked.

“Ok.” he mumbled. “Won’t be good.” he added. Essex grinned. “Excellent.” he moved up to the glass.

“I have observed the connection between the two of you. I am guessing that you haven’t given in to it yet, if the blush on LeBeau’s cheeks and the intensity of that kiss is anything to go by. Incidentally, I had no idea you could blush, Remy.” he laughed as the boy flushed again. Sinister bared his teeth in a frightening grin.

“I want to observe the first coupling.” The response was as he expected.

“No way!” Logan said with a chesty growl.

“Fuck yourself!’ Remy shouted and stepped in front of Logan. Sinister chuckled and shrugged again.

“I am suggesting you take a moment to talk about it. And let this be a little food for thought, Remy.” he said locking eyes on the boy. “There are ten copies of Victor Creed in this building, and should I feel threatened i might have to instruct all ten of them to reacquaint you with the past.” he said watching the boy pale.

“Non...” Remy breathed as he almost stumbled back. Sinister nodded his head and lifted a hand.

“So, the choice is yours. LeBeau. Let me watch you with the one you want or i will film you being ripped apart by ten of the one you never wanted.” Logan felt the boy’s pain, fear and shame throb thorough the link and he understood what the scientist was saying.

“I won’t let you do that.” he said pulling Remy back with his hand and turning the shaking boy to his shoulder.

“Give us a minute.” he said pulling Remy back toward the farthest corner of the cell. Remy was shaking his head and looking desperately at the feral.

“Logan, he ...I...” he couldn’t form the thoughts as he tried to gather his self control. Logan clasped the boy’s face in his hands bringing their eyes level.

“Listen to me, Rems.” he said and waited until the Cajun was actually seeing him and not the horror in his mind. “I ain’t gonna let Creed touch you.” He said his voice low and steady as he promised the boy. Remy trembled and tried not to look pathetic.

“Remy sorry cher.” he said feeling his eyes burn. “He not want it to be dis way.” he said Logan felt his heart clench and he held the boy’s chin up.

“I don’t care about the past and I ain’t blamin you fer nothin.” he said and then pulled the boy’s mouth to his. He kissed Remy hard and deep. The Cajun felt his knees wobble as the feelings washed thought him and fed back into Logan. The Canadian broke the kiss and locked their eyes again.

“I want ya, Rems. So much. That ain’t gonna change just cuz the perv wants to watch.” he said and let the boy feel his fear of losing him in the fight. “But I can’t take the chance that one of those fuckin Creeds is gonna get the drop on ya, not when I can prevent it.” he said and held the boy to him snuffling in his hair.

“You just focus on me, forget there’s anyone else.” he said knowing the situation was fucked up beyond belief but he wasn’t about to put the boy on the line. He had seen what Creed could do to a victim and he couldn’t bare it if that happened to his Cajun.

Christ, when had he started thinking like that? Remy hugged the big man to him and fought the fear.

“Remy trust you, Logan.” he said in a low whisper. “Didn’t want it to be like dis is all.” he sounded dejected. Logan pulled his head from the boy’s silken hair.

“I know Rems, me either but it don’t change the fact that I want it. I want you, darlin’. Nothin gonna change that.” he promised. He let his eyes roam over the boy’s beautiful face.

“Just one thing...Remy...I don’t share.” he said letting the weight of his words be felt over their connection. “If i take you as mine then your only mine.” his voice was gruff and low. Remy looked back with wide eyes and nodded his head.

“Remy know, Logan.” he said and pressed their forehead’s together. “He don’t want to share neither.” he said and the regret for the circumstances welled in his belly. Logan kissed him again and then turned toward the scientist.

“We let you watch, we go free, no tricks, no bullshit.” he said looking at the mutant. “I see one hair on Creed’s head, all deals off and I will savage ya.” he said his teeth bared. Sinister returned the expression.

“Agreed.” Sinister smiled.