How to Slay a Dragon

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: not mine but we all knew that

Summary: Can't think of one



Remy insisted on working through Logan's problems as soon as possible but Logan waved him off.



"Look darlin' it can wait, b'sides I'm hungry as all hell. Haven't eaten since yesterday, came to find ya and kinda got – distracted." Remy laughed.



"B'fore we go downstairs, we should clean up non?" Remy motioned towards the bathroom. Logan looked down at himself, then at Remy.



"But I'm hungry now." Logan didn't meant to sound whiney but the Wolverine never liked to be kept from a meal.



"Well if y' dat hungry, I got somet'ing y' can eat." Remy purred.



His husky tone sent a shiver through Logan. He growled and grabbed Remy around the waist, pulling the young man to him. Remy smiled and wiggled against Logan, feeling his cock jump. Logan made a deep sound in his throat and Remy saw his eyes had a flash of gold in them. The man was a machine.



"Merde, y're insatiable."



"Yer damn rights I am."



Especially when he had a ready and willing partner that was as delicious as Remy. Logan covered Remy's mouth with his and Remy took him in. Their tongues pressed against each other with clumsy desperation. Trying to find some relief from the heat building inside them. Logan moaned and pushed Remy backwards into the bathroom. He almost slammed Remy into the wall in his frenzied desire. Remy broke free of the kiss and held Logan away at arms length.



"Slow down cher, how `bout dat shower?"



Logan growled. Right now we could care less about some damn shower. They stalked toward Remy again, eyes dark with need. They were so preoccupied that they didn't notice Remy had stepped into the shower. As soon as they got close enough, Remy turned on the cold water. The sharp sting of the water pressure plus the biting chill shocked the Wolverine back into submission. Logan stood scrunched up in the shower, hair plastered to his face and a scowl on his lips.

Remy batted his eyelids innocently and turned the knob for the hot water. Then he laughed and kissed Logan roughly. Logan returned the kiss with a renewed zealous, erection returning with a vengeance. Remy's body was responding to his lovers' attentions. He was beginning to feel lightheaded and his knees had become weak. The warm spray of the water beat down on them as Logan traced a path of wet kisses over Remy's face and neck. He buried his face in Remy's neck, nearly causing his young lover to collapse. He nipped and sucked gently on his flesh; always aware of the fresh marks on his pale skin while his hands roamed impatiently over lean muscles. When his hands fell on a firm ass he squeezed hard and yanked Remy up. Long legs rested on his hips and he pushed Remy's back against the side of the shower.

Remy wrapped his legs around Logan's waist and laid his head on his shoulder as Logan continued to suck on the skin at the junction of his shoulder and neck. He knew that Logan was going to leave another mark.



"Logan?" A low rumble was all he got in reply. "Logan, I tink y' should quit. Remy don' wanna have t' `splain all dese marks."



Logan stopped and looked up at Remy with a sly grin. Then, he bit Remy just below the collarbone leaving teeth marks. He moved to the other side and sucked hard, making a loud smacking noise when he pulled back.



"Ya don't gotta explain anythin' to anyone."



Remy grunted and tried to weasel out of Logan's grasp but the older man was too strong. He held Remy pinned to the wall as he ran his tongue down Remy's body. When he got to his cock he passed it, continuing down all the way to his feet. Then he started back up and stopped right at Remy's erection. He smiled and brushed his lips across the head sucking the drop of pre-cum into his mouth. Remy moaned loudly and tangled his hands in Logan's hair. Logan ran his tongue over the entire length of the shaft earning jumbled murmurs and raspy breathing from Remy. Then, he took it into his mouth until he felt the head slide almost to the back of his throat. He clicked his tongue against the underside and held in his laughter as Remy gasped and trembled above him.

Remy felt a click against his cock and a blazing heat raced through his body. His blood thickened in his veins causing spots to appear in front of him. This was his undoing. He grabbed Logan's head and jerked it back, biting back a groan when his erection slid out of that moist warmth. Logan looked up at him with questioning eyes and Remy pulled him to his feet. Luckily, the water never got cold in the house.



"We still need t' get cleaned up." Remy reached past Logan and grabbed a bar of soap. "Here, let Remy take care of y'."



He worked the soap between his hands working up a thick lather. Then, he ran the soap over Logan's body, paying special attention to his sensitive neck. He washed every inch of Logan except his penis, saving the best for last. He pushed Logan back into the spray of the water watching the suds travel down Logan's powerfully muscular body. When he was completely rinsed, Remy lathered the soap in one hand then closed his sudsy fist around Logan's standing flesh. Logan let out a long sigh and leaned back against the wall. Remy lovingly stroked Logan's hard on with one hand and gently squeezed his sack with the other. When he heard a small snort he gave the organ in his hand a quick squeeze. Remy heard a hiss and looked up, the Wolverine looking back down at him with blood shot eyes. Its jaw was clenched tight and his breathing was fast and heavy. Remy just smiled wickedly and sped up his strokes. The Wolverine let out a loud moan and thrust its hips in time with Remy's strokes. Remy could feel the closeness of the Wolverine's orgasm and stopped suddenly.

The movement had stopped and that didn't make the Wolverine happy. It looked down at their mate and snarled. Their mate continued smiling and pushed it back into the water, then stood up. Once he was straight the Wolverine grabbed his arms and pressed him against the wall. It growled but their mate only smiled wider. The Wolverine was becoming angry and it began to grind against their mate. Their mate's face suddenly went stoic, not showing any emotion. It was becoming confused and it released their mate from its iron grip.

Once the Wolverine loosened its grip Remy sank to his knees and swallowed its thick cock. The Wolverine threw its head back and growled low. It put its hand on Remy's neck, urging him to take in more. Remy obliged and took it all in. The Wolverine's legs were quivering, the muscles tight with desire. Remy began bobbing his head hearing the Wolverine moan and feeling it squirm. It had one hand on his neck and was using the other to steady itself; grasping the top of the shower door so tightly Remy heard the distinct sound of glass cracking. Remy sped up, sucking hard and making his mouth impossibly smaller. Then, he heard several loud howls and felt the body above him give as the salty taste of cum filled his mouth. He pushed the Wolverine against the slick tiled wall, continuing to suck until he had gotten out every last drop.

Logan leaned heavily on both the door and Remy, waiting to come down. When he could finally think clearly he opened his eyes and looked into Remy's eyes. "Fuck", was all he could manage to croak out. His throat was dry and scratchy making him cough several times. He was ultimately able to clear his throat. He let out a long, relieved sigh and opened the door and stepped out.



"Where y' goin' mon ami?" Remy leaned halfway out of the shower.



"I'm gonna get ready and go downstairs. Hate ta fuck and run but shit boy, now I'm hungry as all fire hell." Remy threw his head back and laughed before disappearing back into the shower.



Logan forgot that he wasn't in his own room and therefore didn't have any clean clothes. He quickly pulled on the pants and shirt from the night before. He quietly opened the door and peeked his head out. The hallway was completely deserted. He slid out the door and bolted down the hall to his room. Once safely inside he let out a whoosh of air. He looked around at his room and his jaw nearly fell on the floor.

His room was a disaster area. Clothes were strewn all over the floor. His dresser was totaled and the katana that was on a table was now buried in the wall. Logan sniffed the room but found no invading scent. He did however pick up his own scent but it wasn't exactly his smell. It smelled different, like a mix of different chemicals and Logan realized it was an old scent from when he was high. He shook his head in disgust as he looked around at the chaos he had caused. He got to work, pulling the blade out of the wall and setting it back on it's stand. Next, he picked up all the clothes off the floor. He even had a uniform stuffed into his closet, covering up a pile of syringes. Holy shit, this is what I was like? He shook his head again and continued cleaning.

Twenty minutes later, after a quick shower and change, Logan was heaving a trash bag full of needles, clothes (puke and blood stained), and shards of glass from a broken mirror out the back door and into a dumpster. He turned to go back inside and ran right into Scott. Logan groaned and rolled his eyes he was really not in the mood to play around with the almighty leader.



"What d' ya want Slim, I got shit ta do and I'm hungry and just a bit pissed off."



Scott snorted his indifference and crossed his arms in front of him. "I wanted to talk to you about your performance lately."



"Of, course you do. Look Summers I know I've been a real dick lately and I'm sorry. I haven't really been myself for a while now. I've got some personal crisis I'm workin' through right now so just don't worry."



"When you begin to endanger your life and the lives of your teammates I have every damn right in the world to worry." Logan groaned again and slumped his shoulders.



"Come on Scott, can't ya wag yer finger at me some other time?" Logan was beginning to feel cornered and it was making him uncomfortable. His head was throbbing and his stomach growled fiercely. Scott seemed totally oblivious to his discomfort and drove straight forward.



"Our last mission you were a complete nut case. You were slaughtering people left and right and you almost tried to kill me."



"Now that was an honest mistake Scout. I was caught up in the frenzy."



"My name's not Scout and that was a stupid excuse. What has been with you lately?" Now Logan was mad.



"You wanna know what been up with me? You really wanna know?" Scott nodded his head, feet planted firmly. "I was on a mission of my own for a while, a slow suicide mission."



Scott's eyebrows furrowed as he considered Logan's cryptic statement. Logan saw Scott's confusion and let out an exasperated sigh. "See it's this kinda shit that pisses me off the most with you One- Eye. I've been shooting heroin for the past four months, pretty heavily. I just spent the last few days in detox, waitin' while my body tore itself down and did a slow rebuild. And I wouldn't even have been there if someone didn't care enough to see I needed help! The rest of you were damn quick to write it off as just another piss fit."



Scott's jaw nearly dropped to his chest. Whatever he had thought Logan would say he certainly had not expected this. "I am so sorry Logan, I had no idea…"



"Nobody did Slim. Didn't think it was a problem. Felt too good ya know?"



Scott ran his hand through his hair. "Are you okay?" Logan rubbed his eyes and nodded.



"I got help and now I'm pretty much over it. I don't blame any of ya for keepin' yer distance."



"No Logan, I should have known something was wrong."



"No ya shouldn't `ve. Ya always play the concerned leader Cyke. Besides, I hid the addiction pretty well. I hope this don't mean yer gonna start keepin' an eye on me. I'm pretty much over it, getting' a little help."



Suddenly, Logan remembered Remy. Shit, the kid was probably wondering where he was. "As much as I'd love to stay and talk some more, I got some previous engagements. See ya round Cyke."



Logan bounded through the back door before Scott could utter a stunned reply. Logan found Remy in front of the refrigerator, reminding him that he was hungry. He snuck up and jabbed Remy in ribs. Remy jumped and whirled around.



"Mon deu! Y' scared me."



Logan smiled, reaching around Remy to grab a can of beer. His stomach felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out. He popped the top and guzzled not stopping until he had drained the can dry. Remy watched him with amusement playing across his sharp features. Logan let out a loud belch and crushed the can in his hand before tossing it in the garbage. He turned and began rummaging through the fridge again. He straightened up after a few minutes, victoriously holding a platter of leftover roast beef. Remy smiled, watching the man he loved shovel chunks of meat into his mouth, not bothering to heat it.



"Slow down Logan, your liable to choke yourself." Remy heard Jean's soft voice and turned around.

She was standing in the doorway, shaking her head. Logan just growled and continued eating. Jean simply laughed.



"Hello Remy." Remy nodded his head. Then, almost as an afterthought, began to wonder if Jean had been there long enough to witness the exchange between him and Logan. There was really little time to contemplate it deeply though, as the Professor made a quiet entrance into the room.



"Good afternoon all. Logan, how are you feeling today?" Logan put a hand up as he furiously chewed and swallowed, nearly choking. He coughed and pounded his chest until he felt the lump go down.



"I told you." Jean piped from the other side of the kitchen. Logan narrowed his eyes and gave her a sarcastic laugh. Her bright green eyes sparkled and she smiled over the glass of water at her lips.



"Feelin' a helluva lot better Chuck. Now I'm just really goddamn hungry." Xavier smiled his blue eyes twinkling. He came over and placed a hand on Remy's arm. Remy smiled down at him.



"How are you Remy?"



"Good Charles."



"You seemed rather upset yesterday."



Remy had almost completely forgotten about that. "It was nu'ting Charles."



"What was nothing brother?" Remy felt his heart warm when he heard Storm's melodious voice.



"Just somet'ing `bout yesterday Stormy."



"Please Remy, do not use that name with me."



"Sorry, Ororo."



Remy flashed her his killer smile and threw an arm around her shoulders. A small smile tugged at Storm's mouth and she reached up to gently pat Remy's rough cheek.



"'Scuse me folks." Storm and Remy moved away from in front of the sink to let Logan put the now empty plate in a basin.



"Better?" Remy asked, a teasing hint to his voice.



Logan grunted. "Much. Now I'm gonna go blow a few calories."



Remy caught his arm before he could leave. "I t'ought we-"



Logan shook off his arm. "Later."



Remy watched him leave with a concerned look in his eyes. After Logan had left, Storm gave Remy a curious look.



"What was that about?"



Remy just shook his head as he stared at the empty doorway. Storm could tell there was something amiss with Remy, she was just too close to him to not know. However, she didn't pressure him about it. If it was something urgent she knew Remy would come to her with it eventually. She rose up and laid a gentle kiss on her brother's cheek before moving to get a glass from the cupboard. Remy decided to go upstairs and wait for Logan in his room.

As evening fell and Logan was a no-show, Remy became concerned. When ten o'clock rolled around he quickly became angry. Where the hell was Logan at? Remy was tired of waiting around for him. He stomped over to the door and jerked it open, slamming it purposely when he left. He was trying to decide where to start looking for Logan when he heard a soft noise down the hall. He whirled towards the sound, hand reaching for his cards; which were practically a body part.

A husky figure with disheveled, pointy hair was just down the hall, seated in one of the many chairs lining the hall. He was slumped over with his head in his hands, looking for the world like he had just lost his best friend. Remy hastily collected himself and walked over to Logan. He stood in front of the man and reached out to gently shake him. Logan caught his hand before he could touch him and held it. They stayed this way, both unsure of what they should say. In the end it was Remy that spoke first, voice chillingly calm even though he was tense with anger.



"Where y' been?"



Logan continued to stare down at the floor. Remy jerked his hand free from Logan's grasp and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up. Remy's next comment died in his throat as he gazed upon Logan's weary, tortured face. He was still fighting for breath when Logan spoke in a whisper that sounded pained and distant.



"It hurts Remy. Never knew anythin' could hurt so bad. Thought about goin' into town and feedin' the little bastard. But I couldn't, thought about ya and knew I couldn't do it. After everythin' ya did fer me, I don't wanna disappoint ya."



Remy felt his anger fly out the window and tears welled up in his eyes.



"I don't know how much longer I can fight this. I know I can't do it alone now. I-I think…I think I need yer help. I know...I need yer help."



The tears were now flowing freely. Remy knew how hard it was for Logan to admit he needed help, even more so to ask for it. Remy fell to his knees and threw his arms around Logan. Logan stiffened momentarily then squeezed Remy so tightly he could barely breathe, burying his head in the side of his neck. This was a side of Logan no one ever saw. Broken and scared, caught in a violent flow of doubt and confusion with no one he trusted to comfort him when he truly needed it. Remy silently vowed he was going to change that. Logan was a good man and he deserved love and comfort just as much as anyone else. Remy gently pushed Logan away so he could look at his face.



"Tell me what y' need."