Never Let Go

They lay panting and entwined for several long minutes. Remy blinked as his awareness returned and he could feel Logan clutching him close. A sweet heat had spread throughout the boy's lanky form, starting at every point Logan's body touched his. He was stunned that he was really here and Logan was holding him, that they had just had sex and it was more amazing then the Cajun had hoped it could be. Logan's hand slipped up Remy's chest to caress the graceful jaw. Slowly he raised his head as he turned the boy's face to his. The kiss was lingering, deep and so very sensual.

"God, ya taste good, Darlin'." he said in a low growl as he gently pulled himself from the boy's body. There was a soft sound from Remy and the feral's hand moved back to the flat belly, caressing most tenderly.

Remy marveled at Logan's softer side. He knew the feral had it. Anyone who knew the man knew he had a deep and feeling heart, Remy had just never been the focus of Logan's tenderness so unfettered before.

"I didn't hurt ya did I?" Logan asked his brows creasing. Remy smiled beatifically despite his bruises.

"Non, mon amore. You made me feel so good." he said and attempted to roll toward his new lover. The wound in his thigh had other ideas. The Cajun couldn't help the hiss of pain that slipped out as he fell back. Logan shook his head.

"Easy now baby, ya need to give that leg a rest." he said, soothing a hand over the boy's hip as he reached for the extra pillows and used them as a prop for the injured leg.

"These cuts are deep, it's goin' to feel worse after ya rest." he said checking the wound and feeling a deep thrill as he caught their mixed scents wafting off the boy's body. The animal in him liked that, liked that the Cajun smelled of him, of his claim. He bent his head to place a soft kiss on the narrow hip. Remy smiled but couldn't hide the yawn that forced it's way from his lips. Logan arched a brow as the boy colored and looked shy.

"Sorry, cher." he said and the feral just chuckled.

"Oh yes, ya should be sorry, I mean where do ya get off bein' tired? It's not like ya didn't do days of hard ridin', face of me in full feral state, fight clones and marauders, blow up Creed, escape Sinister's fortress, drive hard again this time wounded and drained from the big charge, and then have some pretty intense sex. I mean what do ya have to be sleepy for?" He asked his smile clear in his words as he leaned over the boy caressing and tracing, learning every curve and dip and plane of the body.

A low and sexy laugh rumbled from the boy sending shivers down Logan's spine. "Yeah, guess I did have a long day." he said his red and black eyes slit as he looked up at Logan. "I liked de ending part de best." he said cupping the feral's furry cheek. Logan almost purred as the fingers scratched at his sideburn. His blue eyes looked over the boy and he smirked.

"Ya need ta rest, Darlin'." he said and then leaned down for another deep kiss. "I'll keep watch while ya sleep." he said and nudged his nose along Remy's cheek to his ear, nuzzling the soft skin. The boy wanted to protest but his body wouldn't let him. With another cat like yawn he kissed Logan sweetly on the cheek and snuggled down in the pillows.

"Kay, Cher, but jus' a lil nap." he said his voice thick with fatigue. Grinning to himself Logan covered the boy with the bedding and slipped from the bed. He pulled his jeans back on and crossed the room to retrieve one of the cigars Remy bought him.

He made sure Remy was faced away from the door before he opened it. Leaning on the doorjamb he lit the cigar and drew deep. It had started raining while they were in the sheets, Logan found he couldn't wipe the smirk off his face every time he thought of Remy and what they had just shared.

Then his thoughts shifted to the vicious clawing on the Cajun's leg and how he had come by it. His chest was tight and he couldn't help the low growl that slipped free. He would have to get the kid home before he went after Creed.

Once Remy was safe, Logan would find the other feral and rip his god damn head off. His thoughts making him agitated, Logan puffed hard on the stogie and crossed his arms.

Thinking of getting Remy home made him consider the fact that the kid probably couldn't drive after the swelling set into his thigh. How the thief had made it as far as his had with that kind of damage to his muscles was beyond Logan.

Logan thought further about getting out of the motel and getting back to NY and he knew that it would be a hardship for the boy to even hang on to the bike if Logan drove. Cursing, Logan knew they had to call the team.

The fact that Remy showed up alone to free him spoke volumes to Logan. It showed how quickly their so called friends had given up and accepted that Logan was dead. Snorting he shook his head. 'Ya'd think they woulda' learned by what they did ta him.' he thought to himself as he glanced back at the shape of his young lover in the bed. He recalled that the right noises had been made and people had the proper offended looks on their faces when Logan had returned from the East to find they had left the kid in the frozen wasteland.

But they hadn't really changed. Proof here in the fact that just as Logan hadn't given up on finding Remy, the boy hadn't given up on him. The fierce feeling that poured through the man at the thought of what Remy had faced to save him was breathtaking in it's intensity.

He had waited so long, held back his strong feelings for the redhead with the cocky smirk. He had never entertained the fact that Remy could want him that much. Yeah there had been attraction, the animal in him could smell it coming off the boy at times. However, Logan hadn't thought it was more than a passing fancy. The kind of feeling that passed over everyone who grew close to another. You might be the best of friends with someone and still have fleeting moments where you wondered 'What if'.

The Cajun had hidden the depths of it well. Logan knew now that there was much more then attraction from Remy. The empath had opened completely to Logan while they were in the throws of passion. Logan knew just how Remy felt for him.

It was humbling.

Tossing the cigar butt away he turned back to the room and went to the pile of Remy's things. Logan's eyes fell on the sleeping boy, his face smooth and serene in his slumber. There was a soft rolling sound coming from the boy and Logan had to smile.

Remy was purring.

Pulling the duster free, Logan located the kid's cell phone in one deep pocket. He put the garment back and stood up. Pausing over the sleeping figure he brushed a soft kiss over the boy's forehead before turning back to the door.

Stepping outside he pulled the door almost all the way closed as he flipped open the phone and paused. The background image on the kid's phone made Logan take a deep breath.

It was picture of he and Remy taken by Hank a few months back.

They were at Harry's, sitting in their favorite booth. It had been a long night of drinking and boasting. Remy had the slightly glazed look he got when he was into his cups. The Cajun was leaning against Logan in a fit of laughter. Logan was grinning wide and had one arm wrapped around the slender shoulders. A brief moment in which they had supported each other in a bout of mirth.

Logan could recall the moment fully. He could feel the press of the lean body to his side. The scent of smoke and spice from the silken strands of hair that escaped the tie on the boy's head and tickled the feral's nose. The way Remy's hand had splayed on Logan's chest bracing himself in laughter. It had been impulse to wrap his arm around the kid. Just a slip, a give in to the need to touch him.

The fleeting moment had been captured and Remy had wanted to keep it. Hold it in this little bit of technology so he could look on it every time he opened his phone. Logan was floored again.

"Damn, kid why didn't ya say somethin' sooner?" he asked thinking of the time they'd wasted being unsure. "Why didn't i?"

Shaking his head he dialed the number and waited while the line rang. It was answered rather quickly by Scott who had been watching the incoming calls for days. He was both beyond angry and worried sick about Remy.

Sitting in the security room he caught the caller ID and intercepted the call before it rang through to the Mansion. "Remy, God Damn It! You had better be on your way home!" he snapped into the line. Logan was made to pause by the amount of emotion he read in Scott's tone. He was taken aback by how obviously concerned the mutant was over the missing kid.

"Easy there One Eye, ya gonna rupture somthin' gettin' all worked up like that." Logan said and waited for the realization to settle in. There was a sharp intake of breath and a very long beat before Scott's voice returned and shook a little. "L-Logan?" The feral snickered and licked his lips.

"Yeah, Scooter it's me. The kid found me and comin' home is why i'm callin ya." he couldn't help the slight bitterness that slipped into his voice as he spoke. "He's hurt, i doubt he can make the ride back on that bike." Scott's voice was more sure when he spoke again.

"How badly hurt is he?" he asked and began pressing the call button to summon the others to the war room. "Where were you? What happened?" he asked in rapid secession and then cleared his head. "Wait, we'll come and get you. Stay put, when we get there you can explain. Is Gambit in danger? Does Henry need to have the lab ready?" he asked as Bobby came through the door wondering what Scott was summoning them for.

"Naw, he has a very deep set of lacerations on his leg, the muscles will be useless till they heal." Logan opened the door as he talked. "Hank will just need to check him over." he said his throat thickening for a moment as he thought of how Remy had been injured. Scott made an affirmative noise. "Ok, where are you?"

Logan walked back into the room and grabbed the sign off the bed table with the crappy motel's name and address on it. He read the information to Cyke and whistled at the fact that he hadn't even known he was in Oregon. Scott repeated the data and then told him again to stay put they would be there as quick as they could.

"Cyke, be fast. It was Sinister." The Canadian said, voice thick as he looked down at the sleeping boy. Scott made a low sound in his throat.

"Understood." he croaked out and ended the call.

Logan closed the phone and went back to the still open door. Scanning the wet surroundings he let his senses expand. He knew they were no where near safe yet. It would take the team a minimum of a few hours to get to them even with the Blackbird.

Until then he had to keep his injured mate safe.

Closing the door and locking it Logan tucked a chair under the knob. He walked around the room a few times being sure of the security such as it was. When he had settled that everything was as closed up as they were going to get he climbed in next to Remy.

The boy turned to him in sleep, curling up against the feral's chest as Logan leaned back against the headboard. Holding the boy closer Logan stroked from his head to the small of his back. The purring returned and got louder as Logan set in to wait.

Who would find them first was still unknown but Logan was not going to be caught out twice. Not when Remy was in danger as well.

"Hope ya can handle this, kid." he said softly as he glanced down at the beautiful face.

"Cuz now that I got ya I ain't never gonna let ya go."