Winter of Our Discontent

Title: The Winter Of Our Discontent
Author: Lex
Feedback: Oui …
Pairing: Remy/ Logan
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: strong language M/M Sexual content

Summary: I found myself angry at the end of the comic Ultimate X-men
#41 when Logan is sent to "deal" with a young mutant boy whose powers
are inadvertently deadly to those around him and so I thought I would
continue the story as I felt it after I finished the book.

Disclaimer: Though I love the X-men they do not belong to me and the
only thing I gain from writing about them is the pleasure of their
company


Logan smiled as he watched the show the kid was putting on - the
water cascading down his shoulders, the soap running over his arms.
The cloth moved to run over long legs, back up and over his stomach
and chest. Logan's eyes followed the suds as they made their way down
the boy's form, swallowing hard as some flowed into his belly button.
It was all he could do to keep himself from pressing his mouth
against the area and licking the soapy water from where it pooled.

Remy gave him a crooked smile that went directly to his cock. "Y'
enjoyin' y'self ol' man?"

Logan continued to stare hungrily at the young man in the shower and
growled quietly. Remy laughed. "I'll take dat as a yes".

He tilted his head back under the water, arching his back, giving
Logan a good view of his growing erection. Reaching for the shampoo,
he was beaten to it by Logan as he entered the bath and grabbed the
bottle. Logan poured the shampoo into his hands and began to slowly
work it into Remy's long locks. Remy closed his eyes and moaned
softly at the sensation, relaxing against the sensual movements of
Logan's fingers as they moved over his head and then his neck. Small
tight circles loosening the muscles over his shoulders had Remy
leaning back into the strong hands that were slowly removing all the
tension that had built up in his body.

Those magical fingers moved down his back, plying the flesh that
covered his ribs, lightly tracing scars that he never spoke of in
public but haunted his private moments. The nightmares. How many
times had Logan heard the kid screaming in the middle of the night?
How often had he walked into a room in the middle of the day to find
the kid staring into the air, fear rolling of him in waves. He knew
how the kid got some of the scars and he would make those who caused
them pay one of these days. It was the other scars that worried him.
Remy never talked about his wounds, but Logan recognized them, had in
fact seen them before. He knew who made them and what methods were
used to inflict them.

Another growl escaped the older man and Remy flinched at the sound.
The hands stopped their decent. Slowly, Logan tilted the boy's head
back and rinsed the soap from his hair. Remy turned and looked at
Logan, tears falling from the older man's closed eyes. "No tears for
de past, cher" Remy said softly as he wiped the tears that were
falling onto Logan's cheek. "Don' want ta think `bout de past no
more. Not now. Not when de future looks so good." He spoke softly,
letting his fingertips move over Logan's face, committing every inch
to memory.

Logan opened his eyes and stared into the red and black gaze that had
captivated him from the very first moment he ever saw the kid's eyes.
How anyone found them anything but beautiful baffled him. Bringing
his hands up to Remy's face, he leaned in and placed his lips gently
on the soft ones of his lover. Remy's eyes closed and he felt the
tickles of butterflies in his stomach. He felt giddy and could barely
contain himself from laughing out loud at the feelings that Logan was
stirring in him. He felt new, like his life was beginning again,
nothing existing before the time Logan proclaimed his love. This was
where he wanted to be, this moment, this time, in Logan's arms loving
and being loved. He held tightly to the other man and kissed him
hard, his tongue playing against the one that had entered his mouth -
tasting, savoring, and loving.

Logan pulled Remy from the shower doing his best not to break the
kiss they were sharing. He backed them out of the bathroom and toward
the bed, his hands settling on the kid's hips to pull him along.
Remy's hands tangled in the older man's hair, legs banging against
legs, stepping on each others feet. Curses and laughter were muffled
by lips not daring to part. Making it back to the bed, Remy climbed
onto it first bringing Logan with him, never breaking the kiss that
began in the shower. Lying back and pulling the older man onto him,
Remy settled on the pillows, eyes closed. Logan broke the kiss when
the need for breathing took over. Looking down at the panting boy, he
smiled and began an assault of kissing and licking over Remy's face
and neck. Remy laughed and moaned, begging for it not to stop, his
fingers still in Logan's hair.

Remy cried out when lips wrapped around one of his nipples, teeth
following with a light bite. His hands moved to the older man's
shoulders to gently push Logan's mouth lower. Logan kissed, licked,
and sucked his way down Remy's stomach, stopping at his belly button.
Remembering the sudsy trail he wanted to follow, he covered it with
his lips and slid his tongue over and in the small opening. Remy
arched his hips off the bed, laughing and screaming for Logan to
stop.

"Non! Dieu, cher, stop, it tickles!!" Remy's hips bucked and
thrashed, trying to escape the assault. The actions only made Logan
more determined as he continued to tongue the area. Remy dug his
heels into the bed trying to get leverage to escape from Logan's
assault but the stronger mutant held him fast. Tears fell from the
kid's eyes as he continued to laugh and curse at Logan. Having enough
of teasing the younger man, Logan moved down Remy's stomach once
again and, before he could recover from the tickling, Logan took the
boy's cock into his mouth and sucked lightly at the head. Grabbing
the sheets, Remy arching himself into Logan's mouth.

Logan began to take the boy deeper into his mouth, urged on by the
moaning and thrashing. Remy moved his hands to Logan's head and
pulled at his hair while trying to control the rhythm of Logan's
mouth. The older man relaxed and allowed the boy to control the
movements for a short while before taking over once again, moving
slowly up the hard shaft, pausing at the head to run his tongue
around and over the tip, tasting the salty, sweet, spice that is
uniquely Remy.

"Dieu, Logan, y' gonna drive me crazy if'n y' keep dat up. Jus' do
it!!"

Laughing, Logan moved slowly up and down the length of Remy's
throbbing cock, getting more and more turned on by the moaning and
pleading of his new lover. Suddenly stopping his ministrations, Logan
moved up Remy's body to press his lips against the younger man's ear,
whispering. "I wanna make love to ya, Rem. I want to hold ya against
me as I move inside ya. I want ya to love me."

Remy blinked once and then again. Finding his voice he whispered
back. "I do love y', cher. I love y' wit' all my heart. I want y'… I
want dis." Kissing the man deep and long, holding onto him as if he
were to drown if he let go, Remy spoke once again. "Please, Logan.
Love me, make love to me."

Needing no more encouragement, Logan kissed Remy's lips then angled
to kiss and nibble at his neck, his hands sliding down the young mans
thighs, slipping under his knees and bending them. Moving up slightly
and pressing his hardness against Remy's tight opening, he kissed and
sucked the boy's full lips. As he slipped his tongue into Remy's
mouth, he pushed his cock inside. Remy wrapped his legs around
Logan's hips and his arms around his neck, pulling himself to the
man, moaning against the lips that held fast to his own. Eyes closed
tight against the initial pain of entry, Remy relaxed his body to
accommodate his lover.

Once Logan was completely inside him, Remy was able to enjoy the feel
of the man. He kissed Logan's face, then neck, moving along the
collar bone to the older man's shoulder, and then following the trail
back to the neck only to begin again on the other side. Logan moved
slowly at first, pulling out and sliding in at an excruciatingly slow
pace, enjoying Remy. As Logan pulled himself up to get better
leverage to move, Remy clung to him bringing his upper body off the
bed. Logan, loving the feel of Remy's weight on his shoulders,
started moving faster, moaning at the tightness of Remy. He began to
thrust a bit harder, the want and need of taking the boy becoming
stronger.

Logan tried to keep himself under control, wanting to make this first
time with Remy last as long as possible, wanting it to be special, a
first time adventure. Not being able to remember his first love, he
wanted to remember this, deciding that Remy would be his first. This
would be a memory that would stay with him.

Remy's lips pressed against the older man's ear, whispering his name
over and over, his breath tickling the sensitive shell. Moaning,
Logan dropped them both to the bed, wrapping his arms around the boy,
holding him tightly against him as his hips moved faster still.
Turning his head to kiss Remy's lips, he moaned against them. "I love
ya Rem, I love ya."

Remy smiled against Logan's lips and pushed his hips up. "Love y'
too, Logan."

The two moved frantically, the sounds of moans, sighs, and whispers
filling the room. Pleading, kissing, pulling, whispering and then
yelling each others names, they came together. Remy held fast to
Logan, feeling the warm liquid fill him as Logan pressed his face to
the boy's neck. As their bodies started to relax, Remy felt a warm
wetness against his neck. Opening his shields, he felt overwhelming
emotions coming from Logan's mind - love, fear and loneliness.
Running his fingers through Logan's hair, over the shoulders and down
his back, Remy whispered soothing words of love into the older man's
ear.

He told Logan how much he loved him, how much he wanted to be with
him. "I ain't goin' nowhere, ol' man. Y' jus try to get rid o' me.
Dis be de happiest I ever been. I love y' Logan and I ain't gonna let
go."

Logan held the boy tighter, not able to say anything, just wanting to
hold on to him, wanting to know that this was real and not something
that was implanted, something that he would wake up tomorrow and
wonder if it really happened. Holding the boy tight not moving off of
him, Logan let himself drift off to sleep, hoping and praying that
when he woke Remy would still be here with him.