Heart's Captive

Feedback Is LOVED

Not beta'd so mistakes are my own

A/N: When last we left out heroes they were in Logan's chambers and Remy was being kissed like he'd never been kissed before. The scene unfolds.....

The feral Lord's hands slipped down Remy's back to settle in the dip at the base, right above the rounded rear. The kiss slowly broke and the hungry lips moved lower, to nip and lick at the long white throat.

Remy's head fell back as he let a soft sigh slip out. Logan drew the boy up from his knees and moved him to straddle his legs. Remy complied and looped his hands around his Lord's neck. Settling his little rear on the feral's thighs. Logan continued to feast on the soft skin and Remy gave more of those breathy little sounds.

Logan's eyes came up as he pulled back from the tantalizing flesh to watch the boy's face. He really was beautiful. His exotic eyes pulled the feral in, inviting him to more.

Taking a deep breath, Logan brought his hand up and traced the line of Remy's throat one fingertip. Brushing over the vivd bite mark on the pale flesh. The Gypsy shivered at the sensation.

"Now they'll know yer mine." he mumbled and leaned in to lick the mark. The boy shuddered and made a low sound.

"Zey tink Remy trick you?" he asked in a small voice, dark eyes looking worried as he focused on the rugged Lord. Logan shook his head and smiled.

"Never, the clan knows my tastes, think th's why Scott put ya with me." he said and kissed the trembling boy again. Large hands wrapping around the slender frame to bring the body closer and roll to the side. Remy found himself on his back, looking up at Logan with wide eyes, slight tension in his muscles.

"You tell Remy zat it don't alwayz haz to be rough." he whispered, clever fingers twining in the long hair at the Lord's nape. "Zhow him?" he asked quietly. Logan's belly tightened at the submissive tone.

"With pleasure." Logan replied and shift up on his knees, pressing his forearms to the bed on either side of Remy's head. "Jus let me get th'lay o'th'land." he said smiling wide.

He nuzzled his way down the boy's torso, breathing him in and nipping through the fabric of the dark tunic. With slow motions, he began to pull the garment up exposing the soft skin below. Tugging the tunic off over the boy's head, Logan tossed it to the floor and caressed the lithe muscles.

"Jus let me touch ya." he said softly and bent his head to kiss the ladder of ribs showing through the alabaster flesh. He furrowed his brow and wondered if someone was keeping the boy from eating his fill. No one in the Summerlund clan should go hungry, certainly not Logan's valet turned bed warmer.

"Ya need ta eat more, Jo." (sweetheart)he said and slipped his wandering hand under the slender back. Remy's brows furrowed at the unfamiliar word. The feelings he got were concerned and protective.

"Jo?" he asked and shifted so Logan could continue undressing him.

"Tender name." Logan said simply, before moving back to strip the trews off the long legs and toss them with the tunic. Gazing down at the bare body laid out for his taking, Logan gave a deep rumble and his blue eyes glinted gold. Remy, now fully exposed, couldn't hide the tremble his body gave at the feral's possessive expression.

Logan's hands smoothed up the long thighs as he grazed his fingers over the bruises he'd left from their first encounter. He licked his lips and reached up to pull his own clothing off. Discarding his lyne and kilt, he moved back over the boy, noting the rise in tension at his nakedness.

He kissed Remy again, hoping to assure the boy this was going to be different. His shifted his legs and pressed one knee between the Gypsy's thighs.

"Nothin' ta fear from me, Remy. I jus wanna make ya feel bonnie." he offered and began to stroke his hands up and down the boy's torso. "If ya donna like somethin I do jus say so." he added and lowered his head to sample more of the delectable flesh.

Remy was swamped by all he was feeling, plus all he was reading off the feral Lord. He was both greatly excited and faintly terrified by what could lay in store for him. He recalled the feral's passion and power from their first coupling and though he had wanted it, instigated it, it still had been more overwhelming then he'd anticipated.

Now, he was seeing a whole other side to the gruff man. Logan was going slow, taking his time, making Remy feel more comfortable with his nude and prone position.

The younger man was deeply touched by the emotions he was reading off his Lord. Tenderness, affection, lust and then below that, a little darker, possessive, protective, and covetous.

Remy's head spun as Logan's hand closed around his hardness and the boy arched back on the bed.

A soft moan slipped free of his swollen lips as he fisted one hand in the bedding and the other in the long black locks.

"Komi, Vea'tacha! Arvah, mira Ruv camo-mescro, choomande!"(More, beloved! Yes, my wolf lover, kiss me!)The Gypsy gasped, so far into the passion he was feeding off of Logan, he slipped into his native tongue. Logan understood most of it and the sight of the boy so abandoned made him growl in response.

Smiling wickedly, he leaned up and answered the boy's request to be kissed before nipping at the full bottom lip and then slipping down the long body.

He sank his teeth into the junction between Remy's hip and thigh, making the boy arch more and cry out. He licked at the deep mark to soothe it before turning to nuzzle the hard shaft he still held firmly in his hand.

Licking and teasing, he worked the boy up until he was writhing beneath Logan. Pulling back and letting go, he looked down at the Gypsy sprawled across his bed and his eyes narrowed with desire.

Lips slack as he gasped and gave voice to his arousal, elegant cock jutting up just weeping with need and long pale limbs spread wide for Logan's access. One shock of copper hair tumbled over his red and black eyes, shielding his gaze from the feral. He was wanton, he was desire and he was all Logan's.

Remy blinked up with a bewildered look, wondering why Logan had stopped, had he done something the Lord didn't like?

"Bi-lacho?"(no good?) He asked pushing up on his elbows and shaking the hair from his eyes. "Are you no happy wiz Remy?" he added as his heartbeat sped up. Logan's senses picked upon the boy's rising fear and he leaned forward to kiss the lad sweetly.

"Easy, yer lacho, very lacho. Jus wanna take a look at ya." he assured and then cast his eyes about the room. "Where'd ya put th' goo Blue gave ya?" he asked his eyes sparkling as the boy managed to blush prettily.

"Over zere." Remy said pointing to the trunk and leaned back on the bed. He was a little off his game, usually when he was taken to a man's bed, it was more of what they'd had that afternoon. This slow seduction and careful consideration was new and unknown to the Gypsy. Logan got up and went to fetch the clay pot.

As the big man moved around the room, Remy got a chance to really take in his Lord's physique and marvel at the way his muscles rippled as he walked.
Bronzed skin peppered with dark silky hair covered the powerful frame and drew Remy's eyes down to the massive length standing out proudly between his tree trunk thighs. The sight was enough to make the boy's mouth water.

Logan caught the spike in the boy's scent and he grinned as he padded back to the bed.

"Like watcha see, Jo?" he asked and straddled the boy's hips causing their erections to grind together most deliciously.

"Dhon." (very much) Remy said with a small smile as the feral nuzzled at his ear nipping and biting enough to make him squirm. Logan set the pot on the bed next to them as he leaned on his side and drew his fingers up and down the boy's silky body.

"Well, I likes what I see too, Jo." he said his voice deep and lusty. "Com'ere." He pulled the boy over on his side to face the feral. Large hands mapping the boy's back as the Lord sucked another deep kiss from his panting mouth.

He let his fingers find their way to the rounded cheeks and giving a slight pinch, he slipped one between them. Remy stiffened and paused in the kiss. Logan wouldn't let him falter, delving deeper still into the lush mouth, he distracted Remy.

When the callused finger brushed over the sensitive and still swollen bud, Remy couldn't hold back the shiver and moan.

"Shhhh...be calm. I'm no gonna hurt ya again." Logan promised as he stroked and teased the hyper aware spot. The way it made the Gypsy moan and wiggle in his arms only served to entice the feral more. Taking his hand away, he reached for the pot and chuckled as the boy gave a disapproving sound.

"Patients. I'm gonna get there." he said and kissed his way along the boy's jaw. Remy's hands found their way into the Lord's hair again and he threaded the strands between his fingers. He could feel the softening of the feral's emotions and it helped him to relax. Feeling braver by the second, he shifted his legs to lift the upper one and slide it over Logan's hip.

"Tha's it, Cariad.(Love) Donna hold back, I want yer passion." he spoke in a deep but tender voice as he slicked his fingers with the ointment.

The boy felt the surge of excitement from his feral Lord and it drove him to be bold. His long leg wrapped around the bigger man's hips bringing their bodies as closed as they could be at the moment. Their hard and begging shafts bumping and grinding against each other. The feeling made both men groan.

The Gypsy's kisses feathered out across Logan's face as he began to mutter again in his native language. When the feral's fingers returned, now slippery with the salve, Remy was more open to the gentle prodding.

Logan made sure to catch the boy's wandering lips in another breath taking kiss before he pushed the oiled digit in. The boy gave a small cry that Logan's kiss swallowed. He moved slowly, allowing the still tender passage to get used to being filled again.

The way Remy's body clamped down around the single finger made Logan's blood race, just thinking of how it felt to be in there, to thrust his cock as deep as he could into the heated sheath. To feel the boy quiver with the force and cry out at his taking.

Remy gasped and gripped his fingers to Logan's shoulders as the feral began to stroke in and out. The boy's head pressed to Logan's as they shared the very air they were breathing. Slowly, the tightly coiled muscles began to loosen and the short gasps turned into low moans.

When Logan deemed the boy was ready, he slipped a second finger in. Remy gave a sound that made the feral's cock twitch in anticipation. He took his time stretching the boy, making sure, this time, he truly enjoyed it.

Remy was spinning in emotional feedback. His body was vibrating with the pleasure Logan was causing him. Then, just when he thought it couldn't get any better, the feral's fingers prodded the special spot inside him. The long back bowed out and Remy's head fell back as he gave a long sultry groan. His heart hammered his ribs and his fingers dug deep into the muscular shoulders.


"Ahh....komi...komi..." he cried begging the feral for more. Logan was more then happy to give it to him. Pulling his fingers out, Logan shushed the boy when he protested. Laying Remy tenderly on his back, he parted the pale thighs and shifted to settle between them. Leaning on one arm he held the Gypsy's glazed eyes while he coated his angry length with more of the salve.

Shifting forward, he guided his cock to the twitching entrance while his other hand twined in the copper hair.

"Donna look away, Cariad. I wanna see those bonnie eyes when I'm in ya." he whispered huskily. Without another beat, he thrust his hips forward breeching the firm ring and, thanks to Henry's ointment, went all the way to the hilt.

Remy cried out and arched beneath him. The red and black eyes almost closing but at the last second the boy forced them to stay open.

The held gaze was intense and tangible. They seemed to be sharing that single stretched out moment for a very long time. Lungs gasping, blood roaring as they felt themselves become part of the other.

Logan could feel the boy's heartbeat all around his throbbing shaft. His own sounds of pleasure unheard by him as he focused his hearing on everything that fell from the lush lips.

Remy clamped his thighs around Logan's hips to stop the trembling. Slowly, Logan began to rock into him. As their bodies grew accustomed once again, the Gypsy let the tension bleed from his limbs and he returned the feral's gentle thrusts.

The burning sensation passed quickly and now all the boy could feel was the intoxicating push-pull of the rhythm Logan was setting. Their voices mixed in a chorus of moans, growls and gasps. Breathy words said in different languages as the arched together slowly upping the pace.

As they grew more intent and heated the sounds of their bodies colliding kept time with their grunts and cries.

"L-Logan....Vea'tacha...." the boy chanted over and over, reeling in the freedom to use the Lord's first name . Logan was loosing his control.

That primal side of him finding a foothold at last. The thrusts became deeper and faster. Remy gasped in time with each inward plunge and his hands clung to the big man like he was going to fall off the bed.

Logan could smell how close the lad was, he reached between them to grasp his silky cock and pump it swiftly. Remy cried out, declaring in three different languages, that he was going to cum.

As the boy's body bowed up off the bed and his muscles clamped hard around Logan's cock, he gave a horse shout and spilled over Logan's canting fist.

The velvet heat around the feral's cock spiked and the squeeze went beyond tight, he grit his teeth trying to hold back the climax. However, his grateful and generous bed-mate opened his shields and the full force of Remy's orgasm flooded the feral's mind.

His vision grayed out and a primal growl rolled up his chest. Gripping the boy's hips in both hands, his thrusts became hard and fast and jerked the blissed out Gypsy with their force.

Arching back and roaring his climax, Logan pumped his seed into the heated trembling sheath. Marking his claim so very deep inside his lover.

Remy could feel the pulsing heat fill him and the backlash of Logan's orgasm sent him into another climax. His body clenching unbelievably tighter as he lost conscious thought.

As the boy went limp below him, Logan held himself up on his arms and waited for his sight to return.

Once he could see again, he slumped to the side and pulled the dazed Gypsy to him. Snuffling into the damp hair, he gave a grunt of satisfaction.