Hunger

Hunger
The wine list was the size of a phonebook and Remy LeBeau wasn't exactly being efficient. His fingers glided up and down the page, noting the wide selection of vintages avaliable, occasional comments dripping out of his smirking mouth, marinated in his sensuous Cajun accent.

Accross the table, Logan sat, teeth clenched. He was gripping the table, knuckles white, his mouth contorted in a scowl, eyes ablaze with fury.
"Does Dom Perignon 1998 sound good t' you, mon ami?"
There was no reply, apart from possibly the sound of grinding teeth and very low growls.
"What is it wid' 'dat raincloud over your head, cher?"
"You know this ain't my scene, Cajun," replied Logan, his voice a cigar-ravaged gravel.

Remy gave a soft, dismissive laugh, "Mon cher, one taste will change your mind," licking his lips slowly.

Logan watched as Remy's tongue travelled over his lip, thinking not of food, but of something he wanted much more.

"I don't wanna be here gumbo. I want to.." he leaned forward to emphasize the point, "get back to that comped suite of yer's and get some use from that king-size bed," his low growl caused Remy's smirk to grow bigger.

"So, 'dat is your hunger, cher?" Remy's smirk transformed into a knowing grin.

Logan nodded back.
"But mon amour, dis is truffle season! An' all 'dat hard work at 'de Blackjack tables paid off! De meal is on de house!"
"I know how good at cards ya' are bub, I just don't wanna eat..." Logan lowered his voice to a raspy whisper, and leant further, right over to Remy's ear, "I wanna fuck."
Logan sat back in his chair. The waiter arrived with a bottle of 1998 Dom Perignon, opening it with a dramatic pop, and pouring it ever so slowly. The figurative stormclouds over Logan's head only intensified with each passing second as his fingernails dug into the arm-rests. When the waiter finally retreated, Logan scooped up the glass of Dom Perignon, and downed it within seconds.

Remy's demonic eyes widened in mock shock, as he took slow, delicate sips of his champagne.
"Logan, you don' drink Dom Perignon 'dat quickly, y'know."
"Shut up swamp rat," Logan snapped back. "This romantic dinner is makin' me wait."
"Mon cher, its Valentine's day!" Remy joyfully explained, "and de meal is comped! Why not celebrate?!"

"I never said I don't wanna celebrate, bub," Logan replied insistently, "I'd just rather be celebrating.." his voice dropped to a private whisper, "with yer cock in my ass."
Remy smiled, "'dat will come mon ami, 'dat will come... just be patient.."
The last three words were like nails on a chalkboard to Logan's phenomenally horny mind.
Patient? I haven't had a fuck in a month!

[5 minutes later]
The waiter turned his back, and left the couple alone. Three seconds later, Logan shot Remy the same stare he usually shot Sabretooth.
"You prick."
"What's wrong, mon cherie?"
"You ordered a six course meal!" The tone was not a shout, but a very low, dangerous, hate-filled growl.

Remy smiled back, "Logan, de menu had so many nice things on it! So I took de set menu wid' all de good dishes!"
Remy picked up a breadstick, and looking Logan in the eye, the cinnamon-haired Cajun slowly nibbled upon it.

He's doing this deliberately...
"Ya like watching me squirm don'tcha, gumbo? Making me wait huh?"
Gambit suddenly looked hurt. "Mon ami, you don' truly t'ink 'dat I'd do such a t'ing deliberately?"
Logan could see the falseness of the expression. He simply stared at Remy for a few seconds and watched as the smirk resurrected itself across his face.

And Logan sat there, quickly finishing his courses, whilst waiting for Remy to finish his. Remy savored his way through each course, moaning lustfully after almost every bite. This did not distract Logan, who was sitting cross-legged, hoping that the bulge in his jeans would go unnoticed. Those moans will be comin' outa' yer mouth again soon, swamp rat.

[An hour later]

Logan followed Remy back to his suite, stalking the demon-eyed card player with a predatory gait.
"Was 'dat not a wonderful meal, Logan?"
He didn't respond.

Remy simply smiled, and opened his door, letting Logan close it behind him. He knew what was coming, and turned to face the hunter that was now his trophy.
A ferocious growl accompanied a spear-tackle as the adamantium-enhanced animal collided with Remy, sending them both flying into the monumentally-soft duvets of the massive bed.

As Logan straddled a smirking, non-resisting Remy, he unsheathed the inner and outer claws on both of his arms, leaving the center ones sheathed, and savagely plunged the lethal spikes downwards, surrounding Remy's wrists, effectively 'stapling' him to the bed.

Remy only widened the smirk. "Remy loves you like 'dis, mon cher... though da casino won't be comping me again after dey see da mattress..."
"I'm gonna rip that smirk off yer face Cajun..."
Remy only laughed, his legs flailing a little, "you so hot when you angry, Logan!"

Logan's rage was too consuming for him to even respond with any words, he just bellowed a bestial roar, and keeping the claws around Remy, he tore Remy's shirt and tie to shreds with his teeth.
"Mon dieu... you such a raging animal.."
Wolverine let his right wrist up, quickly slashing away Remy's trousers and boxers with surgical precision before slashing his own away, then stapling Remy's free hand again.

Remy didn't even try to move his wrist, he simply had a mile-wide grin as his erection was freed, pointing to where his savage lover wanted it.
"Cher, lube..." Remy said, pointing his head in the direction of the nightstand.

Logan lifted a hand again, Remy not moving, as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and slicked up his lover's cock. He stapled him back down, "Don't think I'm lettin' ya go, Remy."
"Perish da thought, mon ami."
And with that, Logan brought himself down on Remy in one swift motion, impaling himself on the Cajun's throbbing cock, and he let out a conqueror's roar, claiming his prize beneath him. The pain wasn't even relevant at this point, only the satisfaction of finally getting what he wanted.

Logan looked down at the moaning, grinning Remy, his cinnamon hair sprawled over the pillow, his muscular yet athletic form glazed in a thin coating of sweat, his black and red eyes filled with the joy of the triumphant.

Remy was engulfed in tightness and warmth, being drawn inside this incredibly strong manifestation of ferocity, so desperate that he didn't even take his shirt off, or even kiss Remy before slamming himself down upon him. Remy smirked at the thought of being able to induce that kind of desire in another.

Logan began slowly riding Remy's manhood, relishing the sensation of repeatedly devouring the other man's length.
"Awrgh fuck yeah Remy, I've fuckin' wanted that fer way too fuckin' long..."
"Logan... oh Logan mon cher... take all you want, please mon amour!" Remy did not say that like a pillaged victim, but rather like a magnanimous buffet proprietor.
Logan rode Remy to climax, Remy erupted inside Logan, Logan shot his load across Remy's chest. Gasps and growls slowly faded into a soft rhythm of heavy breathing, Logan's togue lapped up the mixture of sweat and his own juices that lay on Remy's lightly cinnamon-dusted pecs.

The claws retracted, Logan lay down on the bed beside Remy, taking his own shirt and jacket off. As soon as he was relieved of the clothes, Remy instantly drew him into a tender, lingering kiss, his toungue gently massaging Logan's.
"Remy liked 'dat mon cher."
"You pissed me off so I'd do that, didn'tcha?"
"Of course mon ami," replied Remy, smiling again, "nolo contendre."
"I fuckin hate ya Cajun... no... I don't.."

The End