Winter of Our Discontent

Chapter 8

Remy woke to find himself covered by half of Logan. He smiled and
savored the warmth his lover's body gave him. He closed his eyes and
remembered how Logan had promised to keep him warm when that made it
to Canada.

He could still feel the way the Canadian's mouth felt against his,
how his tongue slid long his jaw to just below his ear to be replaced
with teeth and lips. He sighed remembering Logan's kisses moving
over his chest, the pauses to lick and bite at his nipples. The way
Logan's tongue slid down over his stomach, stopping at his belly
button to flick and tickle the sensitive area just under it. God, he
loved that feeling. He nearly lost it when he felt Logan take him
into his mouth, his tongue flicking the tip and teeth grazing it
slightly. His head moving up and down taking him deeper and deeper
each time. He could not hold back long as Logan slid one then two
fingers into him. He came, screaming Logan's name so loud he was
sure they hear him back in Westchester. He had barely recovered from
his climax before Logan was moving up his body, bending his knees and
pressing his hardness against him. Remy moved his hips up slightly
to encourage the larger man. Logan pressed against Remy's tight
opening and slid in quickly covering Remy's mouth with his own to
stifle the scream he emitted. They lay like that for several
moments. Logan inside him, not moving, kissing him deeply, tongues
dancing. It was Remy who began the movement. Pushing down and back,
trying to get Logan to move inside him. The older man seemed to be
enjoying the frustration of his lover and just stayed still for a few
minutes until he could no longer stand it. He began to move slowly
at first, still kissing Remy. As the kissing became more passionate
his movements grew quicker and harder and soon they were moaning and
sighing into each other as they kissed. Remy's head tilted back,
nearing another climax, he spoke Logan's name repeatedly, his voice
becoming more hoarse and his breath catching. Logan's movements
increased, urged on by the sounds of Remy moaning, whimpering and
calling his name. As his orgasm was reaching it s pinnacle Logan
began to chant Remy's name in time with hearing his own and together
they came screaming each other's name holding tight to one
another. As they calmed and their bodies stilled they still clung
to each other not wanting the moment to end. They lay in each
other's arms, not thinking about any one or anything else. Two lost
souls connected holding on for dear life as if letting go would mean
the end. That is how the fell asleep, bodies entwined together.

Remy slid out from under Logan and made his way to the bathroom. He
came back to the bedroom after emptying his bladder and reached for
the cell phone.

"Xavier Institute" Remy smiled and responded. Bon' Jour Scottie,
comment allez-vous?

"Where the hell are you? When are you coming back? We need you
two. It was completely irresponsible of you to just go off on some
retreat without at least making sure things were quiet here. You
can't just…"

"Whoa Scottie, take a breath. We ain't on some vacation, y' hear?
We gone from de X-men. Don' know if we gon' be back. Dat be up ta
Logan t' decide. I promised Stormy I'd call and so I am. T' let y'
know we all right. So dats it, yeah? We all right." We in Illinois
at de moment but movin' on today. Don' know when or if we be getting
back in touch with y'."

" You can't just leave. Didn't you hear me?" Scott was shocked at
the thought of losing the two men. " We need you guys. There's some
information passing through the lines from the military and we need
to get our hands on it before it get s to Washington. It's being
hand delivered and we need someone to get it for us."

Remy tried very hard to control the anger that Scott just caused. "
Din't y' hear ME? We don' work for y' no more. Whatever is being
sent to Washington is no longer our concern. Y'll jus have ta fin'
another thief to do y' dirty work. I was jus callin to check in for
Ro, nut'n more."

" This information is about the X-men, or at least some members of
the X-men. We don't know which ones but I am told that it could be
detrimental to all of us. You can't just turn your back on us
Gambit. You are part of a team and right now that team needs you."
Scott was desperate. He had tired with no success to get the
information without the Cajun's help. " We need you to do this."

" You don' even ask nice, Summers." Remy answered no longer trying to
hide his anger. "And de name is Remy. I tell y' what. I get dis
for you and you let us go. No guilt tactics, deal?"

Scott gave it some thought and realized he had little choice. "
Deal. Just don't write us off, ok? You are still X-men. The Files
are going to be in Minneapolis on Thursday. The courier is due to
stay at The Millenium Hotel in downtown. Room 614. Just grab the
files and let me know where we can pick them up. I swear, no guilt
trips. You guys can do what you please, as if you wouldn't anyway."
Scott was trying to resign himself to losing the two men.

" OK, I'll get Logan to Minneapolis and I will get de files and send
you an email telling y' where dey are. Den you leave us alone,
daccord?

"Deal" Scott agreed reluctantly to Remy's wishes. " Just send me the
info and I will do the rest. And Remy, for what its worth…"
Remy hung up the phone not wanting to know what was it was worth. He
watched as Logan slept peacefully, something he had just started to
do since they left the mansion and wondered how he was going to tell
him that they still had one more mission for the X-men.

" Godammit!" Scott slammed the receiver down so hard that he was sure
the phone was broken. He stood and headed for the danger room, he
needed to blow off some steam.