Fuh So Long (Part TWO)

After Logan had hurried out of the room, Gambit wasted no time in making his decision; the Wolverine wasn't going to win this battle. It may hold Logan captive, under it's control, in other areas of the feral's life, but it wasn't going to decide for Gambit. He'd waited a long time for love; a long time for Logan and he wasn't going to be deterred that easily. If Logan was at the mercy of the Wolverine, then Gambit was simply going to have to be stronger than the animal.

Slamming his door behind him, Remy marched down the long corridor with long strides and an _expression of focused determination on his face. His duster billowed out behind him, the leather making a flapping sound that oddly enough gave one thoughts of a large bird in flight.

As he quickly descended the main staircase, he gave a quick look around the large foyer; not expecting to see anyone there at this time of night, just a thief's habit as he stole through the mansion in the dead of night. He tried the front door but it was secured tightly, but he was sure of that before he even tried it, he just wanted to be thorough and not have to re-trace his steps because of an incorrect assumption.

He swiftly turned and headed straight for the kitchen and out the back door. The chill of the autumn night hit him but he didn't notice. Gambit headed for the path leading down to the Boathouse, although he was sure that Logan would've kept going; past the small guest house to his cabin deeper in the woods, but as before he wanted to rule it out before simply passing it by.

After having done a quick but thorough check of the boathouse, he followed the foot path up the small hill to the main path and continued on, deeper into the dark woods. Gambit's unusual eyes afforded him better-than- average night vision, so he had little trouble following it through the dense forest. It didn't take long before he spotted a small light up ahead; it was the glow of the lantern light in the small cabin where Logan called home when he didn't feel at ease inside the vast mansion.

Remy came out of the trees, following the last few yards of the fading path into the small clearing around the tiny cabin. He stopped there, looking at the light shining through the small windows and noticed the slight flickering of the otherwise steady glow. Logan had built a fire, which meant he'd expected to be settled in for the night and wasn't out wandering the forest.

With that knowledge confirmed, he strode over to the small covered porch; his boots sounding out his presence on the uneven floor boards and, without hesitating, opened the door and stepped inside. Logan had been seated at the small table in the kitchen area with his back to the door. As Remy entered without invitation he turned in his chair to glare at the Cajun.

"What're you doin' here?" he asked before turning his back on his uninvited guest. He puffed on his freshly lit stogey, wrapping his other hand around an open beer bottle set in front of him.

"We need t' talk, mon ami," Gambit replied with a serious tone.

"No we don't," came the response.

Remy watched Logan's back from the door as the man took a drink and casually drew on his cigar, sending up a cloud that filled the tiny cabin with a sweet raw stench. The scent was one that Gambit had come to love over the years, as it had a tendency to cling to the feral's clothes and hair even hours after he'd smoked one. It was a scent that he'd come to associate with Logan, even halfway around the world.

Gathering his courage, LeBeau moved away from the door and approached him. Coming up to stand beside him, Remy looked down at the feral Canadian and offered a challenge to Logan's last comment.

"Yes.... we do," Gambit countered with a serious tone and Logan turned his face slowly up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and serious and he nearly growled in warning.

"There's nothin' for us to talk about, Cajun."

"Fine den," LeBeau countered and decided to up the ante, "let's not talk." He said and, grabbing the back of Logan's chair, spun him around to face him. Logan glowered at him in disbelief and opened his mouth to say something, which Remy figured was going to be threatening so he didn't give him the chance before dropping down onto the feral's lap, his legs to either side of the chair.

His _expression was a mixture of anger and disbelief at the Acadian's audacity to challenge him in his own home. But LeBeau saw something else there too; panic. As Logan bucked beneath him trying to throw him off, Gambit took charge. He pinned the man to the back of the chair with a firm forearm across his throat and Logan's hands pushed at him as Remy's other hand came up in blinding speed to grasp a handful of thick black hair. He yanked Logan's head back, exposing his throat and the Canadian grappled and pushed at him; his animal releasing a loud growl.

Remy had realized that if he was to ever to get what he'd wanted for so long, then he was going to have to go head to head with the animal. He knew Logan wanted him too, deep down, but he was trying to protect LeBeau from the Wolverine's wrath. So there was only one thing Remy could do... challenge the beast head on.

Yanking the feral's head back to expose his throat, Remy moved in; sucking and gnawing at Logan's throat and neck as the man's hands shoved at him, even trying to lift him bodily from his lap. The chair's legs lifted of the floor as Logan fought beneath him to slam back down on the wooden floor. Tilting the Canadian's head, by sheer force of his grip, Remy captured his earlobe between his lips, suckling on it, then dragged his open mouth down the feral's neck to gnaw harshly on the man's collarbone.

The Canadian's breaths came out in a heavy rasp, his chest heaving like bellows beneath the Acadian thief. Wolverine grunted, and growled his anger, as Logan's hands continued to wrestle at Remy's clothes, his hips pushing upward with force trying to buck the thief off his lap. He was pinned beneath an aggressor, triggering a deep-seated fear in the Canadian but Gambit knew that the Wolverine would only submit, eventually, to any challenger who was strong enough, and determined enough, to triumph over him.

Gambit gnawed on the man's shoulder, dragging his teeth against the flesh until his mouth came to that soft spot below the feral's ear. There, he dragged his tongue over it, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the man that was quickly drowned out by another growl of warning from the beast. Remy tightened his grip and pulled the man's head back farther with a quick snap. Logan's back arched off the chair, trying to relieve the pressure of his over-extended throat against his windpipe, and the move sent a jolt of erotic pleasure through Remy's body as he imagined himself riding the power in this man in the throes of ecstacy.

Leaning forward, he put his entire weight against Logan's chest and, rolling his hips forward to press his stiffening cock against the man beneath him; his face only inches away from the feral's, Remy rasped out, "Can y' feel what y' do to me, mon ami?"

The reply he got from Logan's animal was a very loud and very intimidating growl. The Wolverine snarled, opening his mouth to show a full set of large, very strong teeth adorned with a set of very large fangs on top and bottom. As the Wolverine's hot breath washed over his face LeBeau almost cut and run, but knew if he let the beast up before gaining his dominance the animal would strike him down in retaliation, so he held fast to the thick mane and grabbed onto the feral's windpipe with his teeth, bearing down slightly.

The Wolverine fought beneath him, unable to gain leverage due to his precarious position, so Remy bit down harder on Logan's throat. A growl emitted from the Canadian's throat, it was low and less threatening than a moment ago and, as LeBeau wondered is he was gaining some ground, Logan's hands gripped his hips hard and pushed him firmly down on his lap. Remy yelped out in surprise from the unexpected response and the intense sensation it caused, and as he gasped he released his hold on Logan's throat. Panting, he took a moment to catch his breath against the man's ear and whispered to him, "Can y' feel what y' do to me, Logan?"

As the strong hands pushed against him again, the man beneath him tilted his hips upward and Gambit became quite aware of the other's arousal. Moaning against the heated flesh of the man's neck, he whispered, "I love feeling your body respond to me." Then, he rolled his hips forward a bit and pressed himself down to meet the action. As their erections pressed together, the Wolverine grunted under heavy raspy breaths. Remy's hands; both of them now twisted in the thick black crest that crowned the feral's head, pulled Logan's head back roughly and bit down where his neck and shoulder meet.

With his held held back under Remy's control, Logan grunted out loudly at the sudden sensation washing over him. The boy's actions aroused him and he closed his eyes to the realization of what was happening; this young man wanted him so badly that he'd challenge the Wolverine and in doing so; in demanding so, he took Logan's control of the situation away... he took away the choice, or at least he was making it appear so.

As Logan's hips pushed up against him, Remy's breath caught again and he cried out against the hot flesh of the feral's neck. Keeping the man's head pulled back he began to lick and nip his way along the thickly muscled neck; pausing once to make his mark, he suckled hard on the flesh leaving a small bruise. Then, bringing Logan's head forward a bit, LeBeau pressed his lips over the man's mouth; forcing his tongue inside, sliding between the feral's wide, soft lips and pressing against his hot tongue. Remy groaned as the taste of the wild one's mouth coated his taste buds, his fingers clutching against the man as he nearly demanded more.

The intensity of these sensations was a pleasant surprise to Logan as his new young lover took control; his head being held back, in forcible submission, aroused him as he'd never thought possible. His chest heaved as he panted for air; the boy's lips marking his throat then taking his mouth in a deep forceful kiss. Logan groaned beneath him as he flew with the sensations; feeling the boy's fingers tightening their grip in his hair, his own hands gripping the young man's thighs; thick fingers gracing over long legs in restless abandon, pushing the Cajun's weight down on his throbbing cock to let him feel what he was doing to him.

Remy moaned loudly as their tongues danced together, lips catching the other's, both of them devouring the other's mouth in heated desire. Feeling the feral's hands moving along his thighs Remy arched his back, feeling the muscles in his legs contract and relax. The action caused Logan to groan, the gravelly sound like a low growl of ecstacy and Remy felt the vibration through the feral's chest making him catch his breath. All thoughts were gone now as he gave himself over to these sensations. The feel of the Canadian's mouth against his, his large hands caressing his slender body, the softness of the thick, dark mane as it slid through his fingers. He found it hard to breathe as his body moved against the broad body beneath him, then he cried out again as Logan pushed him down on top of him. Feeling the hard evidence of the man's arousal against his own and, again grabbed a fistful of hair as he pulled his mouth away, dropping his head onto Wolverine's shoulder Remy moaned, panting for breath.

Undulating his hips Remy pressed down against Logan's upward movements, forward and then back and each time they connected the sensation was like electricity racing through his body. He continued to rub himself against Logan; hips to hips, chest to chest, as if he was trying to meld with the feral; to climb inside him or get soaked up by him, to be one entity.

The heat rising between them was hypnotic and caused a light sheen of perspiration to break out on both of them. Remy clenched his fingers at the back of Logan's head, gripping a fistful of hair and holding the man there, to control his reaction as he leaned in to capture his mouth again and snaking his hand between them to press firmly against Logan's erection, massaging the hardened flesh through the taut denim.

Logan groaned out and Remy swallowed the sound as his fingers explored the thick swell in the feral's jeans. Huge thighs bunched beneath him, tensing and relaxing as he continued to heighten the other's arousal. He broke the kiss gasping and lowered his face to the Canadian's shoulder as he tried to collect himself; listening to the raspy, panting breaths of the man beneath him.

Remy remained this way as he carefully released his hold on Logan's hair and reached into his pocket. Holding the small tube of lubricant in one hand, he shook himself out of his coat and used his nimble fingers to unfasten that little button of Logan's jeans and slid the zipper down in one smooth motion. He kissed and licked at the feral's neck and ear to keep his focus away from Remy's hands while he unscrewed the cap and squeezed a generous amount into his hand.

Turning his face to Logan's ear, he breathed hot air across the shell then flicked the fluted edge with his tongue slowly. He was rewarded with the sound of a deep moan as Logan lost himself in the sensations. Remy reached down and freed the hard, swollen flesh from its confinement, eliciting a relieved gasp from the older man. Snaking his left hand up under the hem of Logan's shirt, Remy graced his hand over the expanse of the feral's torso; relishing the feel of thick, soft hair over hard, defined muscle.

As his hand moved lower; to the sensitive area around his navel, Remy felt Logan's belly tremble against his touch, the abs constricting, and at that moment he wrapped his other hand around the straining member standing between their bodies. A loud, low groan escaped Logan's throat as Remy's lubricated hand encircled him and slowly caressed the ache from his straining cock.

Remy continued to massage him slowly; the wet sounds of thick lubricant purposely played by skilled thief's fingers, and Logan moaned and groaned under the onslaught of the full pleasure to his senses. Remy continued to work him slowly as he sat up a bit to look at the feral's face; his head was back, mouth slightly open and his eyes were closed for the most part; opening only slightly, half-lidded, and mindless of anything other than than the erotic sensations the young thief was giving him.

The cinnamon-haired thief watched as the tension left the feral's features and relaxed in a fog of pure bliss as his hand slowly twisted up and down the length of the hard shaft. Circling the firm head with his palm and changing his grip as he continued, never losing the rhythm of his stroke, Remy slowly stood from Logan's lap and worked open his own belt and pants. Shaking his hips a bit, the light-weight material slid easily to the floor, then he flicked open the buttons of his own shirt before returning to his position, straddling the feral's legs.

Logan grunted loudly as Remy settled and returned his full attention on stroking him firmly, picking up his pace for a moment then ripping at Logan's shirt until it fell open, exposing his broad chest. Remy leaned down and flicked his tongue across one pink nipple peeking out from the thick matte of hair and felt the feral arch beneath him with a gasp, pushing his chest toward LeBeau's hot wet mouth.

Remy let his mouth and tongue drag across Logan's chest, neck, shoulders and throat until the feral was groaning loudly, breathing heavy and raspy in rythm with his stroking hand. Logan's cock felt like a steel-hard rod in his hand as he spread the generous amount of lubricant with each solid stroke.

Leaning forward, he nipped at Logan's ear as he lifted himself from the feral's lap and whispered in a low, sultry voice; his lips brushing Logan's ear, "I want t' feel ye' hard cock in m' ass, mon ami." Logan's eyes opened lazily, trying to register the words he heard spoken against his ear. As he turned his face toward LeBeau as if to ask, Remy lowered himself slowly onto the feral's throbbing erection. He was tight but definitely "broken in" and Remy groaned out loudly at the incredible sensation of being totally filled by this man... the one he'd wanted for so long. Logan's hands came up to grasp his thighs; thick strong fingers gripping him tightly and Remy winced as he concentrated on his slow but steady descent. Logan's head flew forward with the intense sensation; his hands pushing at the lean hips, trying to bury himself in that luscious heat. Despite himself, the Wolverine cried out, nearly howling his pleasure and Remy immediately set a pace before the feral had a chance to adjust.

Remy leaned against Logan's chest, letting his body glide up and down the other's torso, stimulating his whole body as his hands worked up and down the man's arm's, shoulders and back. Logan's heightened senses caused him to be incredibly sensitive to touch and LeBeau found that to be extremely erotic. He loved hearing the feral's loud, continuous grunts and groans that he seemed to push and pull from the man as he moved up and down on him. Feeling that hard, thick cock buried deep inside him then drawn out smoothly as he raised himself up only to plunge back down on it, tilting his hips for maximum peneatration and forcing loud gasps and vocalized grunts from the Canadian.

Logan's head fell backward, his mouth hanging open; gasping for air and grunting loudly as he felt himself nearing climax. Remy noticed his position and sped up, bouncing on the throbbing shaft as he leaned forward and clamped his teeth around the feral's throat. Logan cried out in surprise then began bucking wildly beneath him as Remy's action pushed him over the edge with tremendous and surprising speed. Remy groaned, nearly whining, as he felt the large cock pulsing inside him, as if coming to life, and spilling the feral's hot thick seed deep inside his body.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr rrrrggghhhhhhhhh !" Logan called out and the Wolverine roared; their voices taking turns or blending together as they both claimed the vibrant, young red-head. Reflexively, Logan's hand came down from the boy's hip and grasped Remy's cock; squeezing it hard, he gave it a few solid strokes and Remy was quickly adding his own voice to the choir as he shot his own thick jet in pulsing ribbons across the feral's chest and belly.

They sat there like that, twisted and pressed into each other's embrace, until their muscles finally relaxed and gave them back a bit of control. Remy was tightly wrapped around Logan's head and neck, panting to catch his breath as his sated cock twitched and jumped between them still caught in the feral's stilled hand. He could feel Logan's thick thighs bunching and contracting beneath him, his belly jumping with the tiny jolts of aftershocks as Remy's convulsing internal muscles grasped at his sated and overly sensitive cock. "Aaaah gahd," Logan grunted over and over, his hands coming up to lay across the boy's back. "Holy fuck, Cajun," he finally muttered when he'd finally gotten his voice back.

"Oui, mon ami," Remy rasped in his ear. "Was dat as bad as ye' t'ought it'd be, homme?"

"Holy fuck... that was... you were..... you were great, Cajun. Holy shit, ya' felt so good," Logan rambled out still dazed; still riding the high of erotic pleasures, his strong hands still gently pushing at Remy's hips to keep himself buried inside the hot, tight body for as long as possible.

"Ye' so sexy, mon ami," Remy told him in return, kissing the feral's ear as his hands grazed up and down the strong shoulders, "Remy wan' ye' fuh so long, cher."

Remy paused and slowly sat back to look the Canadian in the eyes. Logan's hands loosened from his back as the thief sat back and his sharp blue eyes met the Cajun's glowing ruby orbs.

"I din't mean t' force ye', homme... just t'ought dat I nevuh get t' have ye' if I din't challenge da Wolv'rine fuh da chance t' win ye' heart..," Remy's words were cut short by a large hand coming up to grip his chin and jaw firmly.

Pulling him forward, Logan captured his mouth in a hard, deep, passionate kiss. He'd never been loved like that before, to feel so much passion in the act of making love.... and to have someone risk everything just to be with him? It just didn't happen, not like that. He devoured the young thief's mouth, his hungry lips nearly bruising the tender lips of the lanky Acadian and Remy reveled in the feel of the feral's wide soft lips firmly against his own, their tongues twisting in a sated dance of passion. He'd won, he beat the Wolverine...

For once in his life, Remy LeBeau had won... fortune had turned her hand in his favor...
And had given him what his heart had desired for so long.


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The End