The Queen of Wands

Title: The Queen of Wands 5/?
Author: Gothabilly13
Pairing: Logan/Remy
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Remy gets a wish granted, bit it's not what he thought. Logan tries to help.
Warning: Gender switch, AU, Sex, Language, M/M, M/F, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fantasy, Magic
Fandom: X-Men

A/N: The confused couple come to some understanding and indulge in exploration. I know this isn't my most popular fic but I need to finish the vision

Feedback really appreciated it helps me to write more :P


Chapter 5

Charles searched with Cerebro for an extended length of time. He found nothing. Not a whisper or trace. He knew that his hand had been forced and he would have to attempt to help Remy in some other way.

The carnival that Logan and Remy had attended was not coming up anywhere. He searched every cluster of mutant minds he touched, but none of them were the subject he was looking for.

Stopping his latest search, he removed the helmet and rubbed his eyes. Behind him, the door swirled open and Jean came down the catwalk to him.

"Your head is bothering you again." she said, her long fingers moving to rub the back of his neck. "We will find her. I can't see how giving yourself a migraine will help, however." she scolded. Charles smiled wanly and looked up at his adoptive daughter.

"Thank you for your caring, My Dear. I just can't help but worry about how our Cajun will deal long term, in a female body." He turned his chair and they moved out of the spherical room. Jean chuckled and then picked up the thoughts Charles was directing at her.

"Oh! My, I didn't think of that, and Logan...oh this may get difficult." she said rubbing her own forehead. The professor nodded with a quirked brow.

The two telepaths moved to the elevator in silence, both contemplating the need for speed in returning Remy to his natural form.

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Logan blinked his eyes and looked around the room. His senses returning with his memory.

In his hands, he could feel Remy sleeping soundly. He smoothed his palm over the belly beneath it. The change was noticeable to his heightened touch.

His fingers found their way under the cotton tank top, to touch the silky soft skin. Logan couldn't believe that Remy's skin could be any softer, but somehow it was.

The usually flat, tight belly no longer had the sharp defined abdominals. Though it was still very toned, there was slight curve to it that spoke distinctly of female.

He nuzzled into the soft locks and breathed deep. The scent his reptile brain recognized as 'Remy-Mate' was still there, but it had a different musk to it now. Again, saying female.

His hand slipped slowly higher and encountered the fabric structure of the bra. Without meaning to, Logan let out a soft growl.

His body responding to the feel and scent of his mate. He hadn't been lying when he said it didn't matter to him what body Remy wore. He desired the person within, his heart connected with Remy's. He couldn't, however, deny the curiosity he had about what sex with Remy, in this form, would be like.

His cock began to fill and press against the zipper of his jeans. He shifted closer, getting a thrill out of the friction from Remy's rounded bottom.

He began to rock slowly against the Cajun, trying to wake his lover.

"Rem." he said softly. "Wake up, Darlin'." Logan wasn't thinking about how Remy might take this sort of wake up.

His logical mind wasn't really awake yet. His subconscious mind was doing all the driving.

His fingers traced a line from the bra to the waistband of the jeans. Remy stirred, shifted from slumber with a slow groggy moan.

The feather light touches were drawing the thief out of sleep and to wakefulness, quickly.

Suddenly, the Cajun when stiff. Eyes snapped open and long hands grasped Logan's wrist.

"What de fuck, Logan?" Remy hissed and struggled to get away from the feral. The thief turned and scooted up the bed, to press back against the headboard.

"Rems, I'm sorry." Logan said, his mind finally coming to attention. He groaned as he moved to adjust his raging hard on. Remy was staring like he was hurt.

"Y-You want to f-fuck dis body." the Cajun whispered, staring at his lover with stunned eyes. Logan held up a hand.

"Now, hold it right there." his voice lifted in volume and dropped in tone. "I ain't tryin' to use ya. Yer, my lover, Remy. I want to be close to ya and I already told ya, it don't matter if yer a fuckin' guy or girl." He couldn't help the slight anger in his voice.

He knew Remy wasn't going to get it. Hell, the kid still didn't get that Logan wasn't just biding his time with the Cajun.

Remy had folded up and watched the feral with wet eyes. He was feeling a complication of emotions.

He couldn't help the pull to feel Logan's touch and body. However, he was certain he was terrified at the aspect of sex in this body. He bit his lip and tensed up again.

"But, you got hard, felt it. You can't pretend wit me, Cher. Ya wan to fuck dis body. Been a while since you had a femme." He couldn't stop the bitterness in his tone.

"NO, I don't wanna fuck yer body." Logan snapped. "I wanna make love to my lover. To you, Remy." he said and sighed harshly. Raking his fingers through his hair, he got up and began to pace.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. But I ain't gonna pretend that yer not my lover." he said and his gaze found Remy's. "Ya know I'd never hurt ya, Love." He was trying to push his feelings so Remy could read Logan's intent.

Remy sucked in a deep breath and sprang from the bed.

"I know! Ok! I get it, but you don' get what makes me so scared." The Cajun said, the hated tears falling again in a flood.

"T'aut I'd be able...but-but Logan...if you...in me now...dat way....I don't tink I could get t'rough it. I don't tink I could." He was sobbing now. Logan got up and crossed to the shaking thief. His arms wrapped around his lover and he hugged Remy close.

"Hey, hey....Wait up." he said and shifted Remy back to wipe the tear tracks. "I wasn't plannin' on decoratin' a nursery. I just wanted to make love to my baby." he said and bent his head to kiss the trembling lips.

Remy remained stiff for a beat before melting into the embrace and kiss. Logan's comfort was very soothing.

Breaking the kiss, they held each other's eyes and Remy felt his breathing slow down. Logan caressed one satin cheek, musing at the lack of stubble, and smiled tenderly.

"Ya know, there are ways to avoid that while havin' sex? People been doin' it for centuries." His tone was lighter and calming. Remy's brow furrowed as he thought on the facts. Logan loved how he could see the Cajun's mind working and wondered what the empath was trying to say.

"Couldn't we do it like we usually do?" Remy asked, the feminine voice lilting and sounding hopeful.

"Trust me, Rem. It won't be the same for ya." he said, shaking his head. Remy's expression fell and he looked down. Logan tipped the pointed chin back up and smiled.

"But, I do know of some other things that ya might really like, if ya trust me." he said, knowing Remy trusted him implicitly.

"Course I trust you, Cher." Remy said instantly. Logan pressed another gentle kiss and stepped back to take both Remy's hands in his.

"Come on back to the bed, Darlin'." he coaxed.

They climbed up on the bed and Remy settled against the pillows once more. Logan lay on his hip next to his lover and reached a hand out to clasp the shaking thief's.

"Just relax, Baby." he said and drew Remy further down the bed until he was laying flat. Logan watched the expressive face as he began to trace patterns on the Cajun's belly once more.

Remy shifted a little and tried to will his traitorous body to just feel.

Logan went slow, making sure Remy was no longer skittish, before delving below the shirt again. He could feel the belly quiver at his touch and it made his own belly tighten in desire.

"Will ya let me see ya, Baby?" he asked in a loving tone, as he pushed tentatively at the fabric.

Remy chewed his lip as he thought for a moment, before nodding his head and taking a deep breath.

Logan helped the thief remove the tank top. His blue eyes feasting on the pale skin that was revealed. The white cotton bra hugged the new breasts like a glove. Logan felt his mouth go dry.

Remy flushed a deep pink, he sensed the feral's intense repose to the shedding of his clothing.

"You like dem." he said cupping the breasts in both hands. "Jeanie said dey were pretty." He said and reached back to try and unhook the bra. It was exceedingly difficult to do from his position.

Logan smiled and leaned forward, bracketing Remy as he reached to help with the tiny hooks.

"I like everythin' that has ya attached to it." he growled softly as the hooks freed and the bra fell down Remy's shoulders.

Pulling the garment away, Logan took a look for himself.

The first time didn't count, he was in shock at the gender change his mate had revealed.

Now, he took his time. Taking in the pale creamy mounds, topped with blush little nipples, that hardened at his gaze. Remy let out a tiny gasp.

"Never felt like dat before." he said, looking down at the breasts in wonder. Logan began to trace one aureola with a fingertip. Remy hissed and couldn't help the way his back arched into the touch.

"Yeah, there are a few things that will feel different for ya." Logan said and cupped the rounded breast, letting his thumb rub the tight nub. He watched his lover react to the sensation. Smirking, he lowered his head and caught the nipple in his lips.

The sound his Cajun made was like a shot of lust right to his dick. He had to groan in response. The vibration made Remy squirm on the bed and look down at Logan with wide stunned eyes.

"Merde, knew de femmes liked dat but, now I know why dey wiggle so much." he gasped and panted a little.

Logan's sure and gentle confidence had shifted his fear. He knew Logan wouldn't hurt him intentionally. He hoped the feral understood why he was scared.

It was hard to think on that as Logan laved and sucked on both the hard nipples, blowing across with little puffs of air.The Cajun felt a strange twinge low in his belly and an odd sensation of dampness between his thighs.

Logan's nose caught the shift in scent, the added arousal made his blood pump. Logan lifted his head from Remy's breasts and smiled at the small whimper of protest.

"Gonna take these jeans off now, Darlin'." he said, moving back on his heels and reaching for the fly. Remy's heart began to pound and he looked at Logan with wild eyes.

"What, Rems?" Logan asked picking up on the change instantly. "Ya don't have to be scared." he tried to soothe. Remy shook his head and turned bright red.

"Dats not it." the Cajun said and swallowed hard. "Jus' don't laugh." His voice deepened to a smoky feminine alto.

Logan looked quizzical with one brow raised, Remy wiggled out of the jeans. He shyly revealed a pair of white cotton panties with tiny pink bows on the hips. Remy made a disgusted face and frowned.

"Dey were de plainest ones she had." he said and kicked the jeans away. He was both embarrassed by the garment and also a little scared to take them off. To exposed the female parts below to his lover's hungry eyes.

Logan felt a pull from the Wolverine to let him out. The simple feminine garment made the feral want to claim the thief. Want to pull them from those shapely hips and thrust into the warmth he knew would be there.

"They do the job, I guess." Logan said and reached for the waistband to pull them down. Remy tensed again and Logan caught the red and black eyes. "Just let me see ya, Baby." he repeated.

Remy lay back and took a deep breath. Logan drew the panties down the long legs and was further aroused by the now naked body his lover had. His blood pounded in his ears.

He began to slip his hands up the silky thighs, his eyes moving up to look into his lover's with both passion and affection.

"No matter what, Darlin'. Yer a breath takin' beauty." he said huskily.

Remy felt a rush of warmth and more of that dampness. Logan's nostrils flared and his eyes flickered gold.

Logan drew his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Quickly shucking his jeans, he moved to lay next to Remy once more, He began to touch and caress.

He was relearning his lover's body. Some spots still applied, still made his Cajun arch and moan. Others no longer had the same response, while new ones made the thief gasp and groan in astonishment.

Logan took the full mouth in a deep feeling kiss, while his fingers tickled around Remy's belly button. He moved slowly, keeping his empath's attention on the kiss.

His fingertips trailed down and nestled into the soft auburn curls. Remy jerked slightly as Logan's fingers slipped along the folds of the new sex.

The feral traced and then pressed on the already firm little nub at the apex of the folds. Remy arched and cried out.

Logan grinned, the thief pulled from the kiss to make the best sounds. Logan didn't let up. He began to rub the button of flesh with practiced skill.

Remy writhed and bucked on the sheets, red eyes rolling in the black of his sockets. The sensations radiated from that one spot to every nerve ending. The dampness turned to out right wetness, Remy felt a clenching in his stomach.

Logan stopped the rubbing.

Remy let out a cat like squawk of displeasure as Logan smiled smugly.

"Lay back and trust me, Gumbo. Spread those pretty legs, I'm gonna make you cum until you pass out." he vowed, as he shifted down to position himself over the flushed sex.

Watching Remy's dilated eyes, he lowered his face to snuffle in the soft hair and drink deep the scent of Remy's girl parts.

When the feral's tongue and mouth latched on, Remy thought his head might come off.

The Canadian knew he was good at making Remy cum, and he knew he was good at making women cum.

Making female Remy cum, was a no brainer.

He licked and sucked, grazing his teeth on the firm flesh. Soon, Remy was screaming Logan's name and clenching his thighs around his lover's head.

The tumult of his Remy's climax was heady to Logan. He proceeded to map the Cajun with his mouth before returning to the full mouth. Sharing the new taste with the thief in a hard kiss, Logan looked at the mutant's glazed expression and smiled wide.

Without comment, he managed to resume his mapping and worked his way back down again. This time he made Remy cum twice in a row. A feat that left the thief gasping and dizzy. Blinking up at his lover, Remy licked his lips and panted.

"I-I had no idea." he stammered and rolled to press against the feral. The intense pleasure had dulled his fear and he felt bold.

"Will you let me feel your fingers....inside." the Cajun asked, feeling an odd ache within. Logan almost lost his control on the beast inside when Remy asked that.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"On one condition." he said, arching his brow. Remy nodded looking curious. "I want to feel yer touch too, Baby." he said, the words made Remy flush red.

"Oh, Cher." he said, feeling like an ass. "I'm sorry." Remy's hands, which had been clutching the sheets in a death grip, moved to caress over his feral's shoulders. "I got caught up in all dis." he said and Logan shook his head.

"S'ok, Baby. I understand." Logan said and shared another heated kiss. Remy's hands tickled and traced their way down his back, giving his firm ass a pinch. Mouthing along Logan's throat, he slipped a hand between their bodies, to grasp the thickness that wept for release.

Logan growled deeply and tossed his head back.

"God, I lover yer hands, Darlin'." he said and began to explore Remy's folds again. They rocked against each other's touch and sucked at each other's lips.

Before he lost himself in the Cajun's skilled strokes, Logan slowly probed the wet sheath, new to his lover's body. Pressing one finger into Remy, Logan slit his eyes open to watch the thief's expression.

Remy was startled by how different it felt than anal penetration. When Logan prepared him, when they'd had sex in the past, the feeling was arousing and quickened his lust. The stimulation of his prostate always made him lose his mind.

This was different. This was pressure and stretching but the sensation was...more. Was radiating out and sending the most amazing little tremors to his brain.

He could feel the wetness increase and bucked against the probing digit.

Logan thrust into the grip Remy had on his cock, while he finger fucked the sweet heated silk of his lover's core.

The Wolverine was howling to be let out. He wanted to Mate. He wanted to Take Remy. To rut and rut, and plant his seed deep in the tight and definitely virgin sheath. He wanted to claim that sweet sex as his and his alone.

Clamping on his control of the feral side, Logan slipped a second finger into Remy and began to rub the clit once more with his thumb.

"Cum with me, Darlin'." he panted, as Remy's strokes took him to the peak. His fingers caused the thief to follow.

They both cried out, clutching to each other and moaning their release. Logan spilled his heat over Remy's fist and onto the soft stomach in long pulses.

Logan let his head fall onto Remy's shoulder. He held his weight off the Cajun, knowing he would crush the slender form. They both gasped and floated in their pleasure, breathing the same air and trying to regain their senses.

When he could see again, Logan looked into his lover's blissed out face and slowly withdrew his fingers.

Remy made a mewling sound and cracked his eyes. The red and black orbs grew wide and glassy, Logan brought his fingers up to suck the taste from them.

"No matter which sex ya are, yer still spicy and delicious, Baby." Logan said. Remy turned his face to his lover's neck and let the shiver run through his new body.

"Dat was sex like I've never had b'fore." he mumbled and gave a sleepy yawn. Logan chuckled and reached for the tissues on the bed table. He cleaned them both up and then pulled the empath into his arms.

They lay in a comfortable silence for a while, both reflecting on the experience and processing it.

Remy had seen the gold crowding on Logan's blue irises and knew what it meant. He wiggled his fingers in the mat of Logan's chest hair.

"Wolverine want to fuck Remy." he said softly, not upset or bitter, just a statement. Logan tensed a second and then relaxed.

"Well, yeah, even my feral side recognizes ya as my mate." he said and nuzzled the soft tresses. Remy thought on that for a moment and then looked up at his lover. He thought he could do anything for his lover. He felt guilty and wanted to give some compromise.

"Fink I could do it if you don't cum in me or maybe wore a condom." Remy said in a small voice. "I'm sorry, Cher. I'm a coward, I know." he sighed and pressed his cheek to Logan's chest.

Logan's arms tightened around Remy and he kissed the copper head.

"Yer not a coward." he said and stroked Remy's long back. "We'll talk about that later. Ya sleep a bit. Maybe Chuck will find the Gypo." he said, stifling the small twinge of disappointment he felt at Remy's suggestion.

True, he wouldn't ever leave Remy because as a male, the Cajun couldn't give him children. Nor did he actively long for anything like that. But faced with this new situation, he couldn't help the temptation to entertain the possibility.

To have a child that was truly theirs, part of both of them, was like a miracle. Logan didn't want children with a woman. But a child with his soul mate, his Remy, that made his heart beat hard.

Logan felt like a heel.