Never Let Go

Logan held the scientist's gaze for a few beats. Honestly, he didn't trust the mutant any further then he could comfortably spit a dead rat. However, he knew that he had to bide his time so they could get out as safely as possible.

The feral knew that even at their best he and Remy couldn't beat more then three Creeds maybe four, never ten. He was deeply alarmed to know there were so many versions of the volatile mutant on hand and he couldn't begin to imagine what they might do to the Cajun should things go wrong.

He was hoping to stall for time, he seriously did not want to have sex with Remy for the first time with the twisted man watching. There was no hiding how his wild side had responded to the boy and the way Essex had touched him. His secret was out, but going by the kiss Remy had laid on him, Logan had a pretty good guess the feelings were mutual. After so long it was almost unbalancing to know it.

Looking back to the Cajun at his side, Logan noticed things about the boy he'd either never seen or had blended with the whole that his mind, body and soul recognized as 'Remy'.

The long muscles of his neck, the way his hip jutted out to the side when he stood at alert. The color of his full lips and the sprinkling of fair hair along his arms.

When the hell had Gumbo gotten all these tattoos? His dark eyes moved over the smooth pale skin altered here and there with dark ink and personal images.

One large hand came out to run a digit down the life-like ace of spades on the boy's upper bicep. Remy's head titled slightly to the side. He watched Logan with avid glittering eyes.

"Cher..." he mumbled and licked his lips. "Remy don't know if he can do dis." he said and reached to grasp the wandering hand in his holding on with a slight tremble. Logan lifted his eyes to the boy's.

"Rems, you have to trust me." he said trying to tell the boy silently that they were looking for a way to break free. "Follow my lead." he said stepping closer to the boy again.

He caught the soft but firm mouth with his own once more, taking a moment to relish the heady taste of his chosen mate. Remy raised a brow as they parted to breathe, his head pulling back in mild indignation.

"Don't be needin' to lead Remy. He know what he's doin' when it come to amore." he said his cockiness returning a bit. Logan grinned and shook his head nuzzling the boy's jaw-line.

His breath was warm and wet on Remy's skin. The surprisingly gentle kisses mixed with the scratchy sideburns on his skin made the Cajun shiver. Logan's lips pressed to his ear and a husky whisper sent shivers down his spine, once for the sensation and twice for what Logan said.

"String 'em along. I told you, I don't share." his hands slid around the narrow waist to grasp the firm, rounded ass in a covetous hold. Lifting his head, Logan cocked an eyebrow of his own. Remy almost smiled but caught himself at the last minute not wanting Essex to catch on. He brought his long fingered hands up to wrap around Logan's neck and he made a low sound in his throat.

"Put on a show, oui?" he said his voice smokey and deep. Logan growled in agreement and his hand slipped from the boy's bottom to caress a path up Remy's hip and over his torso. Fingers sliding over the pale raised lines of a large scar on Remy's abdomen. The lines were jagged and long and looked to have been vicious when inflicted. He raised his concerned, blue eyes to Remy's. The boy shrugged little.

"Creed, in da tunnels." he said simplifying the savaging he had gotten at the feral mutant's hands in the Morlock tunnels when he tried to stop the wholesale murder. Logan's mouth formed a straight line as he felt a wave of pure blind hatred for the bastard well in his chest. Remy felt the wave too and gasped a bit at the force. His hands tightened on Logan's shoulders and his eyes grew glassy.

"Dat all really for Remy?" he asked a little bewildered sounding. Logan's feelings were layered. There was the hate for Creed yes, but behind it, fueling it, was Logan's desire to protect the boy, to keep safe something he treasured.

"You really feel dat much for dis tief?" He said and couldn't help the way his body cleaved to Logan's. Logan nodded his head, grasping a fistful of the copper hair he had itched for years to touch and thread his fingers through.

"Darlin', that ain't the half of it." he said and took another deep kiss from the boy.

Essex was growing a bit impatient. Their 'pillow talk' made no sense to him. He wanted them to get on with it. He flicked the mic on and spoke with a slight irritation in his tone.

"Do you need mood lighting or something?" he asked and twisted his mouth as they parted and looked at him again.

"Keep yer shorts on, Sinny." Logan said in a snarl. Essex gave a predatory grin.

"It's your 'shorts' that are in question, Wolverine." he snapped. His hand slithered out and flipped a switch. "Now get on with it." he said as a section of the floor began to rise. It looked like a rectangle block coming up from the floor. It stop at about mid-calf height with a grinding of metal. Essex had provided them a 'bed'.

Logan shook his head wanting to claw the fucker's eyes out. This was not any way he wanted to begin intimacy with Remy. If Logan hadn't needed to pretend compliance, he would have gone through the glass and gutted the scientist when he first suggested it.

Remy could sense the way Logan's feelings were quickly coming to a point and he hoped to forestall any explosions of the Wolverine until they were more apt to get out of the complex alive. He touched the side of Logan's face drawing his attention from the scientist.

"Got's an idea, me." he whispered and turned drawing Logan after him toward the metal slab. As the lithe body turned and began to move Logan caught another sight he hadn't seen.

While the fact that he was watching the object of his desire walk quite nude toward a flat surface was indeed exciting, there was something else that made the feral pause and make a soft sound.

On Remy's angular back was a rather large tattoo. Starting at his shoulders and ending just above his ass. A pair of intricately inked bat's wings. The tips curved on the slope of the boy's back.

Logan's eyes followed the lines and notice more scars at Remy's narrow hips. Logan recognized the pattern of claw marks. He was going to find the original Creed and take his fucking head off. He moved quickly to press himself against Remy's back.

"I've never seen this." he said his fingertips tracing the line along the curved wings. Remy smiled over his shoulder and looked at Logan.

"Ask me later, yeah?" he said and the feral noted the dropping of third person. Something very personal then, he surmised. Something the Cajun didn't want Essex to be in on. Fair enough.

Remy turned to face him and the rotated the feral so he was leaning against the slab.

"Remy going to give you somethin' special." he said leaning against Logan and kissing the crux of his neck and shoulder. Logan growled at the sensation that zipped through him. His hands going instinctively to the boy's hips holding him close. Remy smiled at the response and nipped at the salty skin.

"Shhh...been wantin' this for so long." he whispered and the blue eyes flashed at him.

"Me too." Logan said wishing they weren't in a cell with Sinister watching them. Wishing they were alone and safe and able to explore each other. The Cajun began to kiss a path down the broad chest, taking time to lave the pink nubs hidden in the soft fur. At the touch of Remy's mouth on his nipples, Logan's head fell back and he groaned clasping one hand to the back of the boy's head.

Sinister grinned from his seat on the other side of the glass, cameras running to capture all that happened.

"That's it Lebeau, give in." he purred as he tapped some data into the keyboard. His red eyes watched with glee as the cajun slipped to his knees before the feral preparing to take things to the next level.

Remy slid his hands into the waist band of the tattered sweatpants pulling them down Logan's hips. His eyes widened at the size of his soon to be lover.

"Mmm, very nice." he said flicking his eyes up at Logan and then wrapping his fingers around the girth.

Logan watched the boy with rapt attention. This was something he had only imagined in his most heated fantasies. As the sensual mouth opened to let the pink tongue moved to graze the feral's member, there was a sudden loud scuffling sound from the lab. Logan's eyes snapped up.

In the lab, Sinister was standing with his back to them facing Creed who was glaring over the scientist's shoulder at the pair in the cell. The scientist was motioning to the door and Creed shook his head baring his teeth when he saw Logan look up.

"Victor, you are not needed here, go back to your patrolling." Essex said his voice tight with irritation. "Your presence will disrupt the experiment." he glared at the big mutant. Creed snarled and pushed past the man and walked up to the glass. Logan had stilled Remy's actions and pulled the boy to his feet putting himself between the glass and Remy. Creed's ham sized paw struck the glass flat palmed.

"You can't tell me to walk away, Essex. The swamp rat is mine." he said and his dark gaze locked on the boy. "I had 'em first, no way I'm standing by lettin' the Runt take what's mine." he said and moved toward the rolling door to the cell. Essex moved to stop him.

"Creed, you are treading on thin ice." he said. Before the scientist reached Creed the doors slammed open and the band of clones filled the lab.

All Hell broke loose.

The clones began to tear the lab apart making Essex scream and slap a button summoning the other marauders. The scientist summoned his protective force field and screamed his rage. They were going to ruin everything.

Creed opened the door the to cell. Logan was waiting for him. When the rolling door slid open Logan shot out hitting him at waist level taking him to the wall of the curved door. Remy was right behind him ducking blows as the mechanized door spilled them into the lab.

The thief moved away from the scrabbling pair dodging strikes and attacks from the clones, heading for the pile of his gear. He needed his staff and his duster. Rolling and tucking his bare parts as he made his way to the chair, Remy pondered how the hell they were going to get out. Logan and Creed went to the floor snarling and snapping as they slashed at each other.

"I'm gonna rip yer fuckin' head off." Logan growled as he laid open the bigger feral's belly. Blood welled thick and Creed made a loud enraged sound.

"You can't beat me, Runt. The whore is mine." he said swiping his claws across Logan's face blinding him for a moment with a flow of blood. Logan struck out blindly, catching the other mutant across the shoulder and brought his knee up with a satisfying crunch between the big mutant's legs.

Logan was slashing at the prone Creed when a clone took him from behind sending him flying across the lab, crashing into a cabinet of glass and metal. The crash was startling and Logan was stunned for a beat or two.

Remy slithered under an exam table grasping his gear. He wiggled into his pants, holding his collapsed bo in his teeth. Essex' back up had arrived and a full scale brawl was in effect. Clones were falling left and right. Seems Essex' clones were not quite as fast, strong and smart as the originals. A fact the Cajun would use to his advantage.

Logan gave a roar as he was attacked by another Creed. He was aggravated, this was a clone. Where had the real Creed gone? He couldn't see in the flying fists and spattering blood. He wanted the original, the one who started it. The feral could tell the clones by how they smelled, just sort of faded not quite the same as Creed's foul musk.

Remy had managed to struggled into his pants and shirt and was searching for the sleeve of his duster when a clawed paw reached under the table and yanked him out by the hair. Screaming in shock and pain Remy kicked out at Creed's kneecap, his bo tumbling from his grasp to the floor. Without his boots the blow wasn't as hard as he had hoped.

Creed snarled and thumped the boy's body against the wall with a toss of his hand. Remy hit the back of his head hard and he panicked as his vision grayed out and he slumped down in a daze. Grinning the feral scooped the boy up and tossed him over his shoulder. Without a backward glance he left the lab.

From across the room Logan missed the exit as he faced off clones of Creed and Scalphunter. However he felt the fear from the boy pulse down their link. Eyes scanned the room looking for the copper hair. He couldn't find Remy. His heart skipped faster and he let out a primal roar slicing his opponents as he fought to get away.

He had to find Remy.