Dangerous Liaisons
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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male › Remy/Logan
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Adult ++
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3
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3,451
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Dangerous Liasons
“God dammit,” Logan muttered, watching Remy leave his room and wander down the hall. The kid was stubborn as a damn mule sometimes.
Growling dangerously, Logan watched the boy pad down the hallway, noticeably unsteady on his feet. It wasn’t like Remy didn’t know he would be keeping tabs on him, the kid was just mule-headed and willful, plain and simple.
The kid was supposed to be in bed resting, not wandering the halls. Remy was at that irritating halfway point that Logan dreaded, though – well enough that he couldn’t stand to stay in bed, but too sick to be up wreaking havoc – which would explain why the kid was blatantly disobeying Logan’s orders and wandering the halls.
Grumbling under his breatoganogan watched the boy’s weaving path through the dimly lit halls on the security monitor. ‘He better have a damn good reason for bein’ out of bed,’ Logan thought, unconsciously popping his claws.
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Smiling dazedly to himself, Remy trailed his fingers along the wall as he walked, enjoying the coolness of the wallpaper under his fingers and the hardwood floors under his bare feet; it felt wonderful compared to the fevered heat of the res his his body.
He was supposed to be in bed, but he just couldn’t stand being cooped up any longer…besides, he had plans, and wanted Logan in on them; it was so much more fun knowing he had an audience.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Remy attempted to slide down the stairway banister, laughing deliriously as his lack of balance sent him sprawling on his butt on the steps. “Guess I’m walkin’,” he muttered with a chuckle and hauled himself to his feet.
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Logan was torn between laughter and rage; the kid was going to get himself killed if he kept that shit up, but he couldn’t help but laugh all the same. “What in the hell are you doin’, Rem?” Logan muttered under his breath, watching as the boy navigated the stairs, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Debating whether he should track the boy down and put him back in bed or not, Logan decided to wait and find out what the kid was up to first. There was always a chance, no matter how slim it may have been, that Remy actually had a real reason for being out of bed.
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Ice cream…he wanted ice cream. Eyes going wide with excitement, Remy bounded down the last several steps, barely managing to keep himself from falling flat on his butt at the bottom of the stairs. The kitchen had security cameras, too; that meant he could kill two birds with one stone.
Humming under his breath, Remy wandered down the dimly lit hallways, knowing that Logan was watching and wondering if the other man was going to punish him for unsaunsanctioned escape. ‘You’re a real rebel, Rem,’ he thought with a chuckle.
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Logan had no idea what Remy was so happy about, but he looked like a kid in a candy store; probably just delirious, but as long as the kid was happy, that was what mattered. It looked like the boy was heading for the kitchen, which wasn’t unusual for Remy – the kid usually ended up in there after a night spent partying – but it didn’t explain why the kid was heading there tonight. Remy wasn’t the midnight snack type, but the kid had barely eaten anything for the last few days, so it wasn’t inconceivable that he was on a snack run.
Food was on Logan’s short list of valid reasons for getting out of bed, but he intended to make sure the kid didn’t dawdle. He’d give Remy five minutes to get back to his room; if the kid wasn’t back in bed by then, he’d be dealing with one very pissed off Wolverine.
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Logan was too far away for Remy to be able to pick up with his empathy, but he had a feeling that Logan was probably none too happy with him right now. Pulling this one off would take some work, but Remy was sure he could manage it; he just had to get Logan’s attention and hold it, and he knew just how to do it.
Rummaging in the freezer, Remy grinned as he found what he was craving. Grabbing a spoon and foregoing the bowl, he hopped onto the counter, laughing as he almost fell off the other side. “Dat was smooth,” he said with a grin, yanking the lid off the ice cream.
By his calculations, he had about a minute before Logan came and manhandled him back into bed, but a minute would be all he would need if he played his cards right. Digging into the ice cream, he grinned; this was going to be fun.
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Logan watched with an amused snort as the kid dug into the ice cream, shoving a spoonful in his mouth with a look of such orgasmic bliss that Logan couldn’t help but laugh even as he felt his cock stir in response; it was amazing how easily the kid could get him going.
Momentarily giving up his plan to drag the kid back to bed, Logan simply watched, mouth watering, as Remy licked the spoon, eyesf-clf-closed in unconcealed pleasure. The kid knew he was watching, of that he was certain, but it was hard to tell if the boy was being purposely seductive or if he was just enjoying himself; either explanation was equally believable. Either way, Logan couldn’t deny the effect it was having on him; his cock was already straining so hard against the front of his pants that it hurt.
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Licking the last of the ice cream from the spoon, Remy set the carton on the cer; er; he was walking a fine line between seduction and suicide and he knew it. He could only push Logan so far, but he also knew how to play him. Besides, he was sick and feverish; he was supposed to be irrational, wasn’t he?
Giggling to himself, Remy cast a mischievous glance at the security camera in the corner of the room. Throwing caution to the wind, he pulled his rumpled t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor; it was all or nothing, and he was a gambler.
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Licking his lips, Logan leaned on the console, breath ragged and cock aching, all thoughts of putting his wayward invalid back to bed gone, replaced by deep, aching need. If the kid was going to bed, he was going with him, but until then he was going to let this play out.
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Letting his eyes fall closed, Remy rubbed the heel of his hand over the fly of his jeans with a soft moan, splaying his knees wider in unconcealed pleasure. The security cameras didn’t have audio, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself. He wished he could see Logan, know what the other man was doing, but he was happy enough just knowing he had an audience.
Licking his lips seductively, he slowly undid the fly of his jeans, purposely drawing it out, both because he enjoyed the edge the wait created and because he knew that Logan felt the same way. Tugging the last button open, Remy sighed in pleasure as his cock sprang free, hard and aching.
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Logan bit back a snarl as he watched the boy’s agonizingly slow striptease; he knew Remy knew he was watching, but the voyeuristic thrill was there all the same. The kid was totally uninhibited and completely unconcerned about the risk involved in being somewhere so public…it was so easy to imagine that Remy had no idea he was watching him, and Logan had a feeling that the kid would have done it anyway, even if he hadn’t been watching. Remy was just the type to do what he wanted when he wanted to do it. The kid didn’t know the meaning of the word “inhibition.”
Eyes never leaving the security monitor, Logan tore at the fly of his jeans, freeing his aching cock with a deep growl of need. To hell with putting the kid to bed, this was too good to miss.
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A fey smile crossing his lips, Remy wrapped one hand around his aching cock, leaning back on the counter with the other, and arched his hips with a keening whimper. Eyes closed in bliss, Remy started a slow rhythm; he didn’t want to come just yet, he wanted to draw this out. Waiting just made the reward all the sweeter.
Stroking lightly, Remy moaned softly, hips hitching up in pleasure. He wondered what Logan was doing…if Logan wanted it as badly as he did. The fever and the dizziness were forgotten, lost in the heated flush of excitement and the lightheadedness of desire. He felt good…wonderful, and he wanted more.
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Panting, Logan stroked his aching cock roughly, unconsciously mimicking the rhythm the boy had fallen into. The kid was just too beautiful to believe; cheeks flushed with fever and desire, eyes closed, head slightly back, cock long and hard and dripping…gritting his teeth, Logan fought back his climax. He wasn’t ready to come just yet, he wanted to wait and see how this played out first.
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A half-smile quirking his lips, Remy tried not to laugh. He didn’t know why, but a mental image of the look Scott would have on his face if he walked in on him messing around in the kitchen like this had just crossed his mind…he had to be delirious, but he couldn’t help himself; that’d really get Cyke going. It’d…his thoughts were derailed by a painfully hard stab of pleasure, bringing him back to reality and his quickly building climax.
Unable to hold back any longer, Remy stroked harder and with less control. Giving up the fight to remain quiet, he threw his head back with a soft cry, hips hitching up helplessly. He couldn’t hold back any longer, no matter how much he would have liked to draw it out, make Logan suffer a little; giving his cock one last hard stroke, Remy cried out in frantic pleasure as his orgasm hit him: coming in hard, pulsing spurts, the edges of his vision going black in the rush of pleasure.
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Eyes fixed hungrily on the sight he bhe boy’s unabashed ecstasy, Logan surrendered gratefully to his climax with a smothered howl, coming with an intensity that was almost painful. There was just something so fucking hot about watching without being seen, and Logan was helpless to resist it.
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Remy sighed contentedly, satisfied for the moment being. Opening his eyes halfway, he cast a mischievous glance at the security camera, knowing that Logan would still be watching, and brought his fingers to his h, lh, licking them clean with a soft purr of pleasure.
Sighing, he leaned back on the counter, trying to keep his eyes open. He knew he should probably clean up the mess he’d made, but he just couldn’t work up the motivation he needed to actually do it. He’d just have to use the fact that he was sick as an alibi – “Honestly, Scott, I don’ know who left de ice cream out an’ jerked off in de kitchen…wasn’t me. I’m sick, ‘member?”
Hopping off the counter withiggliggle, Remy padded out of the kitchen, pants still undone.
TBC
Growling dangerously, Logan watched the boy pad down the hallway, noticeably unsteady on his feet. It wasn’t like Remy didn’t know he would be keeping tabs on him, the kid was just mule-headed and willful, plain and simple.
The kid was supposed to be in bed resting, not wandering the halls. Remy was at that irritating halfway point that Logan dreaded, though – well enough that he couldn’t stand to stay in bed, but too sick to be up wreaking havoc – which would explain why the kid was blatantly disobeying Logan’s orders and wandering the halls.
Grumbling under his breatoganogan watched the boy’s weaving path through the dimly lit halls on the security monitor. ‘He better have a damn good reason for bein’ out of bed,’ Logan thought, unconsciously popping his claws.
-------
Smiling dazedly to himself, Remy trailed his fingers along the wall as he walked, enjoying the coolness of the wallpaper under his fingers and the hardwood floors under his bare feet; it felt wonderful compared to the fevered heat of the res his his body.
He was supposed to be in bed, but he just couldn’t stand being cooped up any longer…besides, he had plans, and wanted Logan in on them; it was so much more fun knowing he had an audience.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Remy attempted to slide down the stairway banister, laughing deliriously as his lack of balance sent him sprawling on his butt on the steps. “Guess I’m walkin’,” he muttered with a chuckle and hauled himself to his feet.
-------
Logan was torn between laughter and rage; the kid was going to get himself killed if he kept that shit up, but he couldn’t help but laugh all the same. “What in the hell are you doin’, Rem?” Logan muttered under his breath, watching as the boy navigated the stairs, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Debating whether he should track the boy down and put him back in bed or not, Logan decided to wait and find out what the kid was up to first. There was always a chance, no matter how slim it may have been, that Remy actually had a real reason for being out of bed.
-------
Ice cream…he wanted ice cream. Eyes going wide with excitement, Remy bounded down the last several steps, barely managing to keep himself from falling flat on his butt at the bottom of the stairs. The kitchen had security cameras, too; that meant he could kill two birds with one stone.
Humming under his breath, Remy wandered down the dimly lit hallways, knowing that Logan was watching and wondering if the other man was going to punish him for unsaunsanctioned escape. ‘You’re a real rebel, Rem,’ he thought with a chuckle.
-------
Logan had no idea what Remy was so happy about, but he looked like a kid in a candy store; probably just delirious, but as long as the kid was happy, that was what mattered. It looked like the boy was heading for the kitchen, which wasn’t unusual for Remy – the kid usually ended up in there after a night spent partying – but it didn’t explain why the kid was heading there tonight. Remy wasn’t the midnight snack type, but the kid had barely eaten anything for the last few days, so it wasn’t inconceivable that he was on a snack run.
Food was on Logan’s short list of valid reasons for getting out of bed, but he intended to make sure the kid didn’t dawdle. He’d give Remy five minutes to get back to his room; if the kid wasn’t back in bed by then, he’d be dealing with one very pissed off Wolverine.
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Logan was too far away for Remy to be able to pick up with his empathy, but he had a feeling that Logan was probably none too happy with him right now. Pulling this one off would take some work, but Remy was sure he could manage it; he just had to get Logan’s attention and hold it, and he knew just how to do it.
Rummaging in the freezer, Remy grinned as he found what he was craving. Grabbing a spoon and foregoing the bowl, he hopped onto the counter, laughing as he almost fell off the other side. “Dat was smooth,” he said with a grin, yanking the lid off the ice cream.
By his calculations, he had about a minute before Logan came and manhandled him back into bed, but a minute would be all he would need if he played his cards right. Digging into the ice cream, he grinned; this was going to be fun.
-------
Logan watched with an amused snort as the kid dug into the ice cream, shoving a spoonful in his mouth with a look of such orgasmic bliss that Logan couldn’t help but laugh even as he felt his cock stir in response; it was amazing how easily the kid could get him going.
Momentarily giving up his plan to drag the kid back to bed, Logan simply watched, mouth watering, as Remy licked the spoon, eyesf-clf-closed in unconcealed pleasure. The kid knew he was watching, of that he was certain, but it was hard to tell if the boy was being purposely seductive or if he was just enjoying himself; either explanation was equally believable. Either way, Logan couldn’t deny the effect it was having on him; his cock was already straining so hard against the front of his pants that it hurt.
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Licking the last of the ice cream from the spoon, Remy set the carton on the cer; er; he was walking a fine line between seduction and suicide and he knew it. He could only push Logan so far, but he also knew how to play him. Besides, he was sick and feverish; he was supposed to be irrational, wasn’t he?
Giggling to himself, Remy cast a mischievous glance at the security camera in the corner of the room. Throwing caution to the wind, he pulled his rumpled t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor; it was all or nothing, and he was a gambler.
-------
Licking his lips, Logan leaned on the console, breath ragged and cock aching, all thoughts of putting his wayward invalid back to bed gone, replaced by deep, aching need. If the kid was going to bed, he was going with him, but until then he was going to let this play out.
-------
Letting his eyes fall closed, Remy rubbed the heel of his hand over the fly of his jeans with a soft moan, splaying his knees wider in unconcealed pleasure. The security cameras didn’t have audio, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself. He wished he could see Logan, know what the other man was doing, but he was happy enough just knowing he had an audience.
Licking his lips seductively, he slowly undid the fly of his jeans, purposely drawing it out, both because he enjoyed the edge the wait created and because he knew that Logan felt the same way. Tugging the last button open, Remy sighed in pleasure as his cock sprang free, hard and aching.
-------
Logan bit back a snarl as he watched the boy’s agonizingly slow striptease; he knew Remy knew he was watching, but the voyeuristic thrill was there all the same. The kid was totally uninhibited and completely unconcerned about the risk involved in being somewhere so public…it was so easy to imagine that Remy had no idea he was watching him, and Logan had a feeling that the kid would have done it anyway, even if he hadn’t been watching. Remy was just the type to do what he wanted when he wanted to do it. The kid didn’t know the meaning of the word “inhibition.”
Eyes never leaving the security monitor, Logan tore at the fly of his jeans, freeing his aching cock with a deep growl of need. To hell with putting the kid to bed, this was too good to miss.
-------
A fey smile crossing his lips, Remy wrapped one hand around his aching cock, leaning back on the counter with the other, and arched his hips with a keening whimper. Eyes closed in bliss, Remy started a slow rhythm; he didn’t want to come just yet, he wanted to draw this out. Waiting just made the reward all the sweeter.
Stroking lightly, Remy moaned softly, hips hitching up in pleasure. He wondered what Logan was doing…if Logan wanted it as badly as he did. The fever and the dizziness were forgotten, lost in the heated flush of excitement and the lightheadedness of desire. He felt good…wonderful, and he wanted more.
-------
Panting, Logan stroked his aching cock roughly, unconsciously mimicking the rhythm the boy had fallen into. The kid was just too beautiful to believe; cheeks flushed with fever and desire, eyes closed, head slightly back, cock long and hard and dripping…gritting his teeth, Logan fought back his climax. He wasn’t ready to come just yet, he wanted to wait and see how this played out first.
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A half-smile quirking his lips, Remy tried not to laugh. He didn’t know why, but a mental image of the look Scott would have on his face if he walked in on him messing around in the kitchen like this had just crossed his mind…he had to be delirious, but he couldn’t help himself; that’d really get Cyke going. It’d…his thoughts were derailed by a painfully hard stab of pleasure, bringing him back to reality and his quickly building climax.
Unable to hold back any longer, Remy stroked harder and with less control. Giving up the fight to remain quiet, he threw his head back with a soft cry, hips hitching up helplessly. He couldn’t hold back any longer, no matter how much he would have liked to draw it out, make Logan suffer a little; giving his cock one last hard stroke, Remy cried out in frantic pleasure as his orgasm hit him: coming in hard, pulsing spurts, the edges of his vision going black in the rush of pleasure.
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Eyes fixed hungrily on the sight he bhe boy’s unabashed ecstasy, Logan surrendered gratefully to his climax with a smothered howl, coming with an intensity that was almost painful. There was just something so fucking hot about watching without being seen, and Logan was helpless to resist it.
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Remy sighed contentedly, satisfied for the moment being. Opening his eyes halfway, he cast a mischievous glance at the security camera, knowing that Logan would still be watching, and brought his fingers to his h, lh, licking them clean with a soft purr of pleasure.
Sighing, he leaned back on the counter, trying to keep his eyes open. He knew he should probably clean up the mess he’d made, but he just couldn’t work up the motivation he needed to actually do it. He’d just have to use the fact that he was sick as an alibi – “Honestly, Scott, I don’ know who left de ice cream out an’ jerked off in de kitchen…wasn’t me. I’m sick, ‘member?”
Hopping off the counter withiggliggle, Remy padded out of the kitchen, pants still undone.
TBC