Bad Remy

Logan sat in the dark, his worn boots perched on the edge of the counter, a beer bottle slowly beading sweat around his fingers. He looked again to the clock; 3:15am. He took another long swig of his tenth beer of the evening, slinging it low at his side once again with a heavy exhale. He could wait. He had already waited for hours, he could wait a few more. The Cajun had to return home sometime.

Half an hour later, Logan heard the distant rumble of Remy’s bike as it slowed to a stop at the front gate. After several minutes - several more than it should have taken Remy to key in his code - the bike headed down the drive, past the front door then pulled into the garage, the hollow reverb of the engine’s echo cut off as the doors rolled shut. Logan slammed back the rest of his beer with a snort pausing to listen for the sounds of Remy making his way through the mansion. Normally he would have to listen intently to pick out Remy’s movements, lucky to hear the sneak thief at all. Not this time. He must have half a load on judging from the heavy footfalls. With a small, disgusted shake of his head, Logan stood, disposing of the evidence of his night long vigil before heading to their room.

As Logan approached the door his nose confirmed what his intuition already told him. The scent of whiskey, cigarettes and a pungent blend of various other scents lingered in the hallway just outside their room. Smelled like he brought the whole damn club home with him. Logan stopped in front of the half cocked door, taking a deep breath, centering himself, trying to distance himself from the uneasy anger that had plagued him for weeks now. He nudged the door open, immediately catching sight of Remy’s discarded jacket dropped to the floor in a haphazard pile. His shoes were kicked off and carelessly tossed across the room. Even his socks were dropped where he removed them. The bathroom light cast a wedge of soft yellow light across the floor, the sounds emanating from under the door reluctantly pulling a small smirk across lips. Remy was pissing like a racehorse, the small groans of relief sounding vaguely erotic. Logan hardened his expression almost immediately. Remy wasn’t getting out of this that easily.

Logan silently crossed the room, planting himself in the overstuffed chair in the corner. Remy finally stumbled out into the bedroom, flopping onto the mattress, burying his face in the comforter with a satisfied grunt.

“’Bout fuckin’ time.” Logan growled from his darkened corner.

Remy exhaled dramatically before pushing himself to his elbows.

“I don’ fuckin’ care what ya do.” Remy mimicked Logan’s angry words from earlier in the evening. “Dat’s what you said, wasn’ it, homme?” The bitterness seethed in Remy’s voice as his gaze fixed on Logan’s shadowed form. “You don’ fuckin’ care.”

Logan took a deep breath, held it for a long minute, then pushed it out in a noisy rush. He didn’t want to let this fight escalate any further. That was until he caught sight of the thin purple bruise just under Remy’s jaw. All Logan’s attempts at self control retreated in the wake of a fresh flush of heated fury. Logan was up at the edge of the bed in an instant, his eyes fixed on the mark. Remy’s crimson stare followed him as Logan loomed large over him.
With a deep inhale, Logan picked through the scents clinging to him, reading them like a transcript of Remy’s evening. He had spent time in close contact with several women and men, most likely dancing. But the scent of one man and one woman clung too tenaciously to have been from casual contact. Two individuals had spent time in close bodily contact with his boy. And left their mark. On HIS boy. The possessive feelings welled to the surface in an intense surge.

“I said ‘what’ not ‘who’.” Logan hissed as his hand caught Remy’s jaw, tilting it roughly to catch a closer look at the evidence. Remy scowled as he swatted Logan’s hand away. He rolled to the edge of the bed and pushed himself upright.

“You ain’t even had de time o’ day for m’ lately and now you gonna get all pissy wit m’ for goin‘ out and havin‘ some fun after you told m‘ to?” Remy pushed himself to his feet in a decidedly ungraceful motion, fumbling with the knot holding his hair in a messy ponytail. “Get over yourself, cher.”

Remy knew somewhere in the back of his head that antagonizing Logan in his current state of mind might not be such a good idea. But this was the closest thing to a conversation Logan had graced him with for days and he wasn’t about to give up his advantage.

“I don’t share. Ya know that. And ya went out whorin’ anyway.” Logan’s voice dipped dangerously low as he stalked around the bed.

“Now you callin’ m’ a whore?” Remy feigned indignance at the angry slight. “If you gonna let dis kinda talent go t’ waste den I find someone who appreciates it, non?”

Logan strangled a roar, the blood rushing hot in his veins as Remy taunted him. He knew he should leave, get out before he said or did something he regretted. Remy was angry and he had every right to be but Logan couldn’t reign himself in, his territorial instincts running rampant, trampling all rational thought with frightening ease.

“Yer a fuckin’ brat. A little fuckin’ brat who needs ta be taught a lesson.” Logan spit out.

‘What, now you m’ pere? What you gonna do, heh?” Remy spun around, leaning down close to Logan’s face, sarcasm twisting his playful smirk into a challenge. “You gonna spank me? You’d probably enjoy dat , wouldn’ you? Any excuse t’ get your hands on m’ ass, heh, cher?”

Remy felt the sudden change in Logan before any outward sign of it appeared on his face. Remy knew in an instant he pushed just a little too far, a little too hard. He tried to take a cautious step back but Logan was in motion before his foot even hit the floor. If he was completely sober he may have had a chance to dodge out of Logan’s way but his reflexes responded a few alcohol stalled seconds too late. Logan spun around Remy to the right, scooping his arms up in the process. Remy dropped to one knee in an attempt to shake Logan’s grip but Logan just followed him to the floor with a low chuckle. Logan slipped his arms around him, yanking his silk shirt up over his head in one slick motion, twisting it tight, trapping his arms in his own sleeves. Logan hauled Remy to his feet before he even realized what happened.

“ What de hell you doin’, cher?” Remy protested as Logan dropped to the bed, dragging him down across his wide spread knees. Logan held Remy’s tangled arms easily in one hand as the other reached around to the front of his jeans, groping for the button.

“Oh no. Don’ even t’ink it, Logan.”

“You called it, brat.”

Remy began to thrash in earnest as the realization sunk in; Logan was going to spank him like a petulant child. Remy planted his feet and shoved hard but Logan just growled as he tightened his grip on Remy’s bound arms, slipping his leg around Remy’s thigh and hooking his foot over his knee, denying him his leverage. Remy’s head snapped around as he heard Logan unsheath his claws.

“Logan, don’ …” Remy’s voice cracked as he was interrupted by the cold slide of steel under his jeans. A quick flick of the wrist and Logan split his jeans nearly in half. Another quick couple flicks and Remy’s jeans fell to the floor in a shredded pile. Logan retracted his claws and paused, letting Remy squirm.

“You wouldn’ dare.” Remy’s decree came out sounding more like a breathless plea for mercy.

“Yeah. I would.”

Smack

Logan’s wide, flat hand hit soft, firm flesh with a resounding crack, blood immediately rushing to the site, flushing one perfect ass cheek pink.

“OW ’ Remy twitched hard against Logan’s grip as the sting on his ass traveled up his spine like a trail of pinpricks. “Bastard. Fuckin’ bastard ”

Smack

Remy’s other cheek flushed red in a perfect print of Logan’s hand.

“Stop it, god damn it ” Remy thrashed even harder, the surge of pain induced adrenaline strengthening his resolve as much as the anger at his growing humiliation.

A feral grin curled Logan’s lips as he lapped at his hand, wetting his fingers.

Smack

“OWWW Logan You made your point, cher ” Remy clenched his ass cheeks hard, trying the only way he could to protect his stinging behind.

Logan continued to smack Remy’s lily white ass pausing between each swing to let the flash of pain register in full before the next one met its mark. Remy was reduced to half hearted swearing in a jumbled mix of English and French each time Logan’s hand delivered another stinging blow.

After the longest few minutes Remy could ever remember enduring, Logan stopped, admiring the bright red results of the impromptu punishment. “Learn yer lesson, brat?”

Remy was breathing hard, his face twisted into a pained grimace. The indignity of his position and Logan’s unmitigated gall festered in his outraged ego. “Fuck you, cher.” The barely audible response hissed through gritted teeth.

“You’ll wish I did after I’m done with ya.” Logan smirked at his boy’s wounded pride as his hand connected once again with Remy’s angry, swollen flesh. Remy sucked in a seething breath as the white hot pain burned through each and every nerve like a fuse, setting his whole body on a razor’s edge in anticipation of the next stroke. With each and every swat, Logan’s anger drained away, morphing into twisted pleasure, Remy’s pained yelps encouraging him to draw the punishment out as long as possible. Remy was sweaty, panting hard and starting to tremble before Logan relented. Remy slowly released his clenched muscles, relaxing across Logan’s lap, his breathing evening out in a slow, deep rhythm as he collapsed, exhausted.

Logan ran his hand gently across Remy’s abused ass, tiny red blood vessels dotting his once perfect skin. Remy jerked in surprise at Logan’s touch but quickly relaxed once again as his friction heated hand smoothed over stinging flesh. Logan’s hands were remarkably soft, a detail now brought into precise focus by Remy’s hypersensitized nerve endings. Logan trailed whisper soft caresses across the hot stinging welts left on Remy’s sculpted ass. The red hot pain and gentle caresses initially vied for control of Remy’s exploited nerves, eventually merging together into an entirely new and wholly unique sensation. Soon, Remy was groaning softly between slow, shallow breaths. Logan quirked an eyebrow at the sound. It wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. Logan leaned towards him just enough for his sense of smell to confirm what he was hearing.

Much to Logan’s surprise, Remy was indeed beginning to enjoy himself.

Remy’s head was buzzing even though the after effects of his alcohol consumption dissipated with the first crack of Logan’s hand. His entire focus zeroed in on the overload of sensation playing across his abused ass, his anger gave way to a wave of confusion. Pain never felt this good before.

Just as Remy began to appreciate Logan’s gentle caresses another lightening quick smack of Logan’s hand shocked his bruising cheeks, a pained yelp ripping from his throat. Before he could even complain, Logan’s silky smooth hand again soothed the tingling cheek with feather light brushes of his fingertips this time trailing down the backs of his thighs. An involuntary shiver coursed up Remy’s spine terminating in a breathy sigh. Another sharp crack nearly pulled a tear from the corners of Remy’s eyes but the gentle glide of Logan’s hand alleviated the sting as his fingers teased lightly at the inside of his thigh. Remy gasped at the sensation, at once mystified and alarmed at how much he was enjoying this.

“Logan...” Remy’s breathless entreaty was silenced by another wicked smack spanning both cheeks. A gentle hand again soothed wounded flesh with a helpless moan of approval escaping Remy’s parched lips. Logan purred in agreement as Remy’s cock bobbed up against the back of his leg.

“Maybe that’s enough, hmmmmm.” Logan leaned in close to Remy’s ear, the menacing whisper sending an icy chill down the back of his neck with a shudder. Logan brushed his fingers up the back of Remy’s thigh, then slowly up his inner thigh pausing just before disappearing altogether.

“Do you want me to stop…” Logan purred.

Remy’s staggered breath caught in his throat as Logan’s gentle fingers reappeared against the back of his balls, tracing circles in the soft skin before disappearing once again.

“..or do you want more?“ Logan’s question was answered without words. Remy’s free leg slipped further out, opening him up in invitation, his hips shifted as his ass pushed ever so slightly into the air, all of their own accord. Logan’s smirk grew into an outright grin as he suppressed a chuckle. After all this time, he still had something to learn about his boy, and obviously Remy still had a few things to learn about himself as well.

“Oui.” Remy’s sultry voice sounded distant and lost, still trying to process the new feelings still ghosting across his skin. The friction of Logan’s soft-worn denim jeans against his straining erection proving almost as much of a distraction as his aching ass.

“Well, which is it?” The smile beamed in Logan’s voice as his fingers traced Remy’s tailbone then dipped into the crack of his ass. “Stop…” His fingers traced the welts across his ass “…or don’t stop?” Logan’s hand raised up and came down with a resounding crack across the tender, red curve of one cheek. Remy’s head jerked up as he stifled a shriek, pain exploding behind his eyelids in a flurry of tiny white explosions, the fresh pain much sharper across his bruised skin than any blow before. The barest brush of Logan’s palm attempted to ease the pain once again, his fingers just barely tickling the soft patch of skin just behind his balls.

“Don’…” Remy’s breathless whisper would have been inaudible to anyone else’s ears.

“Don’t what, Rem?” Logan coerced, his hand disappearing from Remy’s skin once more.

Remy swallowed what little spit he could manage. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying himself. After all, pain was a bad thing, wasn‘t it? If it was so bad then why couldn’t he wait for the next swing of Logan’s hand, his thighs already starting to tremble with the thought. He bit at his lower lip, wrestling with his conflicted emotions, actually afraid of what might tumble out of his mouth.
Logan flexed his tingling hand, rolling his wrist in preparation for Remy’s answer. As Remy sensed the motion in Logan’s arm, he reflexively flinched in anticipation. Logan’s grin curled even wider.

“Don’ stop.” Remy finally conceded his battle with reason, swallowing what little lingering pride he clung to, the words falling clear and concise from his lips. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, or where this was going to end and he was only vaguely disturbed by his willingness to find out.

Logan took a deep breath, holding it longer than he needed, as he collected his thoughts. His anger had long since drained away with Remy’s first mewls of pleasure. This perfect creature bound and splayed across his lap, panting and eager and terrified, was willing to trust him to take whatever this had turned into, to the next level. A twinge of guilt settled in as Logan reminded himself exactly what it took for Remy to trust anyone but him most of all. Remy would never betray his trust. He knew that. Whatever this was, it was new territory for them both.

Logan eased his grip on Remy’s bound arms, gently untangling the soft fabric. Remy’s arms dropped limply over Logan’s lap with an aching sigh, the blood rushing back into his limbs in a slow tingle. Logan rubbed lightly at Remy’s shoulder’s, his eyes following the motions of his hand, taking in every detail; the pliant tension in Remy’s muscles, the beads of sweat between his shoulder blades, the way his sweat slickened hair was beginning to cling in tendrils against his neck. Again he caught sight of the thin purple mark just under Remy’s jaw. His hand again followed, his thumb lazily tracing the tiny bruise back and forth. The swell of anger and betrayal that he originally felt at the sight was supplanted by satisfaction as he looked to Remy’s ass; the cherry red skin radiating heat, angry welts pock marking once flawless pale flesh, deep bruising beginning to take on color in random spots. He had answered the challenge to his territory, reasserted his claim to his boy though neither was consciously his goal. The uneasy anger that had plagued him for weeks had relinquished a measure of its control, leaving Logan feeling lighter and more like himself that he had just a few long minutes ago.

A warm, appreciative smile crossed Logan’s face as his fingers gently brushed over the hot curves of Remy’s ass, cupping one cheek with the barest of a squeeze, admiring his handiwork. Remy’s low, gasping moan and accompanying twitch in his erection instantly fueled Logan’s own unexpected arousal. Remy lay motionless except for his heaving breaths and an involuntary quiver in his thighs. He felt like one raw exposed nerve, even the tiniest of movements creating whole new sensations across his skin like he never felt before. It was terrifying. It was intense. It was possibly the most erotic feeling he ever had in his life. And he wanted more.

“Logan...” the whispered plea inviting more but of what Remy really didn’t know.

Logan’s only response was the brush of his palm down Remy’s hip and thigh, fingertips sliding across the back of his knee. He paused there caressing the soft skin as the quiver in Remy’s thighs escalated to a full scale shiver. Logan traced that shiver up the inside of his thigh with a deliberate lack of haste. And Logan did not pause as his fingers continued on their course between his legs, across damp, hot flesh to take gentle hold of Remy’s already tightening balls, his thumb pressing insistently at the tight ring of muscle between his bruised cheeks. Remy groaned as his fingers dug into Logan’s leg, his back arching and his leg sliding open even further. As soon as he opened himself up, Logan’s gentle touch disappeared and returned with a sharp, whip like smack across both cheeks followed by a full handed, hard squeeze.

Remy’s neck craned back, a pained cry ripping from his throat as tears burst free to stream down his face. The pain was white hot and vicious, clawing its way up his spine, contorting Remy’s face into to the closest expression of sheer anguish Logan had ever seen. Logan wrapped his hand in Remy’s auburn locks to keep his head exactly where it was as he again swatted solidly at the lower curve of one cheek, then the other. Remy’s eyes screwed shut even tighter but they still couldn’t prevent the tears that welled in response to bright white flashes of pain. His muscles snapped tight of their own accord, the pain taking control of his body like an invading force all its own. Logan closely watched his face for even the smallest hint that he should stop the assault. Remy’s whole body remained tight and contracted for a long few seconds before the pain finally relented its hold on him. And again he collapsed into Logan’s lap like a rag doll, a small moan of masochistic pleasure escaping his lips as he relaxed his neck, giving full control of his head over to Logan’s iron grip.

Remy had always been able to call out the beast in him with little more than a sly look or a cocky swagger of his impossibly thin hips. But this... this was calling to something deep and dark inside him, something he wasn’t sure he could let see the light of day. The look of exquisite, ecstatic agony on Remy’s tear strewn face and his sudden and complete surrender to his control just painfully stiffened his cock harder than he ever thought possible. Remy wanted this. And Logan was just as afraid to admit that he most definitely did too.

Gentle fingertips found the back of his thighs once again, coursing slowly up to where thigh met the gentle curve of hot stinging cheek. Logan brushed back and forth between the two, just over the boundary between pain and pleasure clearly delineated by a cherry red welt. Remy’s head was swimming, his nerves unsure which signal to send to his brain so they just coalesced the two into a new, as yet unnamed sensation that curled around the base of his brain with a shudder and a low keening moan full of want and need. Logan’s hand retreated and reappeared on the other side, caressing this newly found erogenous zone, basking in the delicious sounds his gentle attentions were pulling from his boy. Remy wasn’t even aware of the sounds that fell from his lips, the euphoric high wrapped around his brain making him feel so light... almost like floating. The only other sensation he was keenly aware of was his painfully hard cock and what felt like a steel rod insistently digging into his ribs. Logan was hard. Logan was very hard. And the thought pulled another choked moan from his throat.

Logan released his hold on Remy’s hair, his head dropping a bit before Remy reasserted his muscle control to stop it. Logan slid his arm under Remy’s chest, releasing his trapped leg and urging him up. Remy’s dead weight shifted after a few seconds, taking a moment to find his feet. Logan gathered him by the shoulder’s aiding his efforts, only to have Remy stumble backwards a few steps as his shaky legs refused to cooperate. Logan smirked as he let Remy collapse gently to the floor. He was even more amused as Remy’s ass hit the carpet eliciting a sharp hiss of pain and an immediate change of position to all fours.

Logan backed up staring hard at the site, Remy’s ass nearly glowing from over his shoulder in the dim light. He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Remy’s head tilted up with some effort, unsure where he was or what exactly was happening. Logan was standing a few feet in front of him. His eyes traveled up those powerful legs, muscles standing out in sharp contrast even under the denim. And there was no way he could not pointedly stare at the huge bulge threatening to rip its way out at the crotch. He saw wide hands unfastening shirt buttons in the most unhurried manner... up that massive, wide, fur lined chest, heaving with short, shallow breaths only to find Logan’s eyes fixed on him, hungry and wild... like a predator eyeing prey. And he froze just like a deer in the headlights, transfixed by the raw lust on his lovers face. He had never seen him so focused, so intense. Logan’s animal lust usually erupted quick and impatient and demanding. But this look was something different. Remy couldn’t have contained the slight shiver of fear even if he tried.

Logan sensed Remy’s fear even before the tell tale shiver. But his arousal had also grown exponentially along side it. Logan shed his clothes in a slow deliberate striptease that seemed more like stalking than actual seduction. His belt slowly slide out of the loops, he doubled it and gave it a crack. Remy flinched at the implication but his eyes never left Logan’s body. Logan unbuttoned the fly on his jeans, slowly sliding them down his hips, his rock hard erection bursting free and bobbing angrily before him. Free of his clothing, Logan lazily stroked his cock a few times before he sat back on the bed, knees spread wide in invitation.

Remy slowly crawled across the carpet, meeting Logan’s hungry stare with one of his own. His tongue flicked out of his mouth to wet his parched lips in anticipation. Logan burned the sight into his memory, that utterly wild, debauched look on Remy’s still tear stained face, licking his lips, crawling towards him, ready to eat him alive. The rumble in Logan’s chest was all the approval Remy needed to settle between his lover’s thighs and lower his lips to...

A solid hand wrapped in Remy’s hair, preventing him from claiming his prize. Logan roughly jerked his head back, causing Remy to fold back onto his heels with a yelp of pain as the tiny pinpoint lights shot off behind his eyelids once again. Remy’s eyes shot open only to see Logan’s intent glare focused on his lips. Logan pulled Remy’s head forward, close to his cock but not touching. Logan grabbed his hard on by the base and guided it gently across Remy’s cheek, rounding it slowly under his chin then across the other. Remy moaned as he relaxed his neck, giving Logan all the control he wanted, eager to give Logan whatever he demanded. Logan brushed the weeping head over Remy’s lips, coating them with precum and massaging it in with slow soft strokes. Remy couldn’t take the tease any longer, his tongue darting out to catch the underside of Logan’s purple head, tasting the saltiness instantly at the sides of his tongue.

Logan let out a heavy grunt as he stilled Remy’s head with a tight pull on his hair. He slapped him once across the cheek with his cock, catching his eyes with a narrowed glare then slowly resuming his massage. Remy immediately understood the new rules of this quickly evolving game, curling his tongue back into his mouth to await permission to pleasure Logan’s cock. Being forced to wait made him all the more eager to swallow Logan whole.

It was not a long wait. Logan pressed the head firmly between Remy’s lips and with a tiny yank on his hair, slid his warm eager mouth over his rock hard erection. Logan hissed as the heat engulfed him, Remy’s talented tongue curling over the head again and again. When Remy drove the tip of his tongue into his slit, he gave into to his urges with a growl. He guided his cock down Remy’s throat in three short tugs of his head.

Remy moaned freely around Logan’s cock, though it came out sounding more like a muffled gurgle at the back of his otherwise occupied throat. Logan set the pace for his ministrations with an ever tightening grip in his hair. Each forced bob of his head, set him back more firmly on his heels, causing stabbing pinpricks in his ass that settled in bundles along his spine. Remy’s brain was near overload with the mix of sensations, his own weeping erection bobbing helplessly for attention, his needy moans being garbled by the solid shaft smoothly sliding between his lips. His hand found its way to his lap, wrapping his fingers loosely around his cock with a gentle stroke.

Logan’s head was thrown back as he lost himself in the feel of Remy’s mouth, his talented tongue never disappointing him. He was closing fast on his orgasm, wrapping both hands around Remy’s head, pulling him down over and over again, fingers slowly fisting around his ears as he picked up the pace. He felt the needy moan caught in Remy’s throat as it vibrated through his cock. He looked down, immediately caught by the sight of his glistening cock disappearing over and over again into Remy’s mouth. His brain finally registered the movement in his peripheral vision and followed it to Remy’s lap. With a snarl, he yanked Remy’s head from his lap. Remy’s tongue popped out of his mouth chasing Logan cock, his head still intent on keeping its rhythm. Logan planted him hard on his heels, Remy’s eyes bolting open with a grimaced cry as the pain shot through him. Logan swiped Remy’s hand away from his cock and rose to his feet in one blindingly fast motion. He was behind Remy and gathering the other arm beside it in the span of a heartbeat. He hauled Remy up by his arms, pulling him in tight.

“Not ‘til I say.” Logan’s raspy whisper was hot across his back and caused yet another shudder at the undeniably angry tone.

Logan marched Remy to the side of the bed where he hauled him up by his arms and threw him roughly to the mattress. Remy winced as he hit and bounced lightly, a warm ache seeping into in his shoulder joints from the rough treatment. Before he could get his bearings, Logan was behind him, grabbing at his hips, roughly positioning him as he wanted. Logan pushed his head to the mattress, tilted to one side, his shoulders nearly flat with his ass high in the air, knees spread as wide as would support him. His arms were cranked high up over his back and caught in Logan’s solid, one handed grip. Logan paused, waiting to see if Remy would struggle to change the position... and slightly disappointed when he didn’t.

Remy never heard Logan open the night stand but somehow, his fingers were slick and sliding down the crack of his ass. The faint stinging where Logan’s large fingers parted his cheeks only seemed to enhance the soft, slick glide and then gentle pressure ringing his hole. Remy knew he was panting, moaning, near thrashing with the need to feel Logan inside him. He pushed his hips even further into the air, teetering on his knees, desperate to feel Logan’s fingers inside him. That was when Logan’s fingers disappeared and returned as a hard, rough shove on his ass, planting him firmly where Logan had originally placed him. The shove was follow with a quick slap across the hottest, reddest patch of skin on his ass. Logan couldn’t quite identify the sound that Remy made, somewhere between a shriek of pain and a near breathless groan of sheer ecstasy. Remy had gotten the message though, his hips stilling though he no longer had control over the tremble in his thighs.

Again, his fingers parted hot red cheeks to find their mark, the quiver in Remy’s thighs having traveled the distance to his eager impatient ass. Logan slowly rimmed the quivering muscle, letting the pressure slowly build before smoothly slipping in. Remy gasped, the high pitched sound all he could do to encourage Logan for more. Logan worked his finger into Remy’s heat down to his knuckles, closing his other fingers in a loose fist, letting them dig hard into the swollen skin across Remy’s ass. The high pitched gasp quickly morphed into a desperate, whining cry, Remy’s muscles clenching around Logan’s finger. And Logan was sure that, if he let him, Remy would be riding his finger with wild abandon right about now. Logan smiled at the thought as he began pulling his finger out, pushing intently against the tense muscles fighting to keep him inside, then slamming back into Remy’s ass with a hard slap. He set up an unpredictable rhythm to keep Remy off balance, not granting him the luxury of expectation.

Remy was sure Logan was trying to kill him. He was positive his lover’s whole intent was to force his head to explode. His probing finger finding his sweet spot on each thrust, the snap of pain each time his hand connected with his abused ass, never knowing when or how hard the next sensation would hit - and even this all new position of forced compliance - all working together with his throbbing, aching cock to turn his brain to mush. The thought of Logan’s cock inside him, his hips grinding hard against his ass was more than he could bear.

“Logan... please... s’il vous plait, pleaspleasepleaseplease...” Remy’s lip quivered as the soft pleading whispers spilled out, his overstimulated nervous system nearing the end of it’s ability to function.

It was a sound Logan never - never - would have expected to hear from Remy. Cocky, a touch arrogant, wildly independent and seemingly unbreakable... Remy Le Beau. Begging.

Deep inside, in the dark place that Logan feared, something sprang to life. Logan’s finger disappeared and with a roar the head of his cock pushed between Remy’s sore ass cheeks, sliding up the length of his crack, steadily leaking and already slick. Logan grunted something unintelligibly as he slapped his steely length across Remy’s hot, welted skin. Remy was lost in sensation, unable to think, only able to react, the soft mewls of his pleading driving the beast in Logan over the edge.

Logan released Remy’s arms which fell to his sides, his hands instantly clutching at the sheets as if it were a matter of life and death. Logan nudged his swollen purple head up against Remy’s hole and gave a hard shove past the twitching muscle, seating himself just inside with a low grunt. A low breathless moan interrupted Remy’s desperate whispers but only momentarily. Logan grabbed hard at Remy’s ass, fingers digging into hot swollen flesh as he sunk his length deep inside, his balls cradling Remy’s with a curl of his hips. Remy finally cried out though what he had said, or what sound he had made he’d never know... he was far beyond caring. Remy’s near scream coursed though Logan like a drug. His hand raised up and came down with a hard smack as he pulled out and then again as he sunk back in, growling as his instincts overtook him. Without pause, he quickly began slamming into Remy hard, each powerful thrust driving Remy into the mattress. Remy’s knuckles blanched white, his whining cries growing quickly breathless as the pain and the pleasure threaten to drowned him. Logan was no longer teaching him a lesson, he wasn’t reclaiming his territory from an imagined rival... Logan was possessing him, owning him, completely. The tears that coursed down Remy cheeks, soaking the mattress below him, could have been from the pain or the pleasure or the overwhelming, confusing new sensations in between. But somehow, he knew that being claimed by the feral, the very soul of the man he loved, was the only thing capable of reducing him to tears.

Logan released his grip on Remy’s hips, planting his wide palms on the flats of his shoulder blades, leaning his weight down as the angle of his hips drove his cock deeper. Logan’s thrusts were brutal, primal in their fury as he hammered into Remy’s ass. And they were thankfully short lived. Logan’s whole body tensed as he came, the sound of primal fury wretched from his very core. He pumped his hips with a few heavy jerks as he shot his load deep inside.

His hands instinctively slid to the mattress to catch his own weight as his muscles grew heavy, his sweat drenched forehead falling gently to rest at the base of Remy’s neck. With his breath still heaving in his chest, Logan balanced on one arm and gently slid his hand down Remy’s belly, roundly lightly over the head of his aching cock. Remy just shivered at the sensation as Logan slowly stroked him. His touch was like velvet, soft and undemanding. With that small bit of provocation Remy came hard, face twisted into a silent scream, splattering semen over Logan’s hand, his belly and over their abused mattress beneath him.

Logan groaned as Remy’s muscles milked the last drops out of his cock. He paused languishing in Remy’s heat, his scent, his total and willing submission to the beast. He had hoped Remy would never have to see this side of him. His eyes welled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this gift Remy had given him... given of himself.

He took gentle hold of Remy’s hip, and pulled him to his side, curling up behind him still panting but wholly sated. Logan placed a few soft kisses across Remy’s shoulder mumbling soft words of affection. Remy appreciated the loving tone but was unable to hear the words. He was unable to move, not even sure he was breathing. He sank into Logan’s warmth and was quickly claimed by sleep.

Logan pulled the comforter over them both. The morning was going to be the beginning of a whole new day.

< there will be an epilogue... for all those unanswered, intentionally ‘left hanging’ questions...>