The Obligatory Fetish Fic

The Obligatory Fetish Fic

A/N: Because Logan/Remy slash needs more of these two being written as switches.

Logan sat in a dark corner of the bar; a cigar smoldering between his teeth as he nursed a bourbon on the rocks. Tight black leather gloves clad his hands; the light shining off of them in a diffused cloud.

He looked down at his own body. No shirt covered the expanse of black fur on his chest. A leather jacket strained to contain his broad shoulders; Logan loved the feel of his muscles struggling within its confines. His thick thighs were surrounded in tight black leather jeans; mirror-shined motorcycle boots completed the look.

No better way ta end the week than a night out at the leather bar, Logan thought to himself. A wolfish smirk spread across his face.

Someone approached. It was a scrawny, dull-eyed young man who moved sluggishly, as if he awaited approval for every thing he did. His eyes were a green so washed out, they may as well have been gray. The young man began, voice shaky,
"Sir, would it please you if I..."

"Fuck off kid," Logan cut him off with an almost tired tone. He couldn't bring himself to cast his cobalt gaze towards the creature. He didn't want to ruin his night by feeling sick with pity. Human beings broken down to subhuman... he pushed the thought out of his head as quickly as he could.

As the scrawny, slouching form disappeared from sight, another appeared. It swooped in like a vulture; spine held in a pose so obviously calculated to be intimidating that Logan could only speculate at the number of hours it was practiced before a mirror. The figure was almost as large as Cable and was clad in what appeared to be a leather Drill Sergeant uniform.
"Get on your knees, punk," demanded the monolith.

He replied by rising to his feet, transfixing the behemoth with a cold cobalt stare and blowing a cloud of cigar smoke in the square-jawed face.
"Fuck you," Logan growled. He then sat back down and refused to even grant the brute eye contact. Spent too much fuckin' time on people's leashes.

As the vulture retreated, Logan gulped down the last of his bourbon. Drops spilled on the fingers of his gloves. He rose and stalked across the room towards the bar. Immediately when he stepped up to the rail, a double bourbon on ice slid in front of him. The barman pointed towards the man at the other end of the bar.

Logan recognized him immediately. Even the surrounding smells of leather and smoke and sweat couldn't block out the distinctive spiciness of his musk. His eyes were shielded behind mirrored shades but the smirk was still set in place. His athletic, muscular form was clad only in a black leather trenchcoat, black leather jeans and engineer boots. The slightest dusting of cinnamon hair trailed down his bare chest; his hands were clad in fingerless black leather gloves.

Logan walked up to the tall man with a grin on his face.
"Hey Cajun. Glad ya came."

"I wouldn' miss dis for de world, mon ami," the Cajun smirked at the shorter man. He ran his tongue over his plush lips, "t'ink we should ge' a private room?"
"Already ahead a'ya Rems.." Logan grinned back. "Right this way," he continued, his bourbon and cigar still in his hand and mouth respectively.

Logan ushered Remy into the private room and locked the door behind them. He took another drag on his cigar before slowly letting the smoke drift out of his mouth. He sat his bourbon and cigar down on the table.
"Yer hot Cajun. Lemme taste ya," the Canadian growled as he prowled towards the taller man.

Remy's smirk only grew as he removed his shades, gazed at Logan and licked his lips. He thought about pinning the shorter man down and running his tongue through the thick black hair on his chest. He felt his jeans tighten as the thought raced through his mind. Then Logan's tongue was on his chest; sharp teeth grazed at his nipple.
"Oui, Logan. You know you can' resis' me cher," Remy sighed as he slid his gloved hand beneath Logan's leather jeans.

"Nope, and I don't wanna," the Canadian growled deeply as he felt those fingers surround his thick shaft. Some were warm flesh; others smooth leather. He started leaking immediately. He sucked harder on the Acadian's nipple; the pebbled skin's slightly salty taste only made him want more.

Remy pumped Logan's shaft faster as he felt the caress of the hot tongue and the flash of the teeth. His head slowly drifted backwards as he felt his heart rate rise. He could feel Logan's pulse through the Canadian's throbbing rod.

His head snapped forward as he felt Logan stop.

"Alright Cajun. I gotta treat fer ya," Logan growled through his grin. He picked up his cigar and set it back in his mouth. As he blew out another puff of smoke he picked up his bourbon and sat down in a large red leather chair. His gloved finger pointed to his lap.
"Sit right here Rems... Logan's gonna make ya feel real nice."

Remy smiled like a child on Christmas morning as he threw his coat off to the side and slid into Logan's lap. The feral's gloved hands gripped his waist and turned him to face away.
"Lean back," he heard the Canadian purr into his ear. He complied; his smooth back grinding into the fur and leather behind him.

He felt those gloved fingertips move across his muscular torso; skin on fevered skin. Logan's left hand drifted towards his left nipple; it was still tender from before. The fingers gently squeezed the firm flesh; a soft sigh spilled from Remy's lips. Logan's right hand traveled up Remy's rock hard, pale abdomen, brushed through the sparse cinnamon hair on his chest and finally reached his neck. It ascended further, the black-clad fingers finally coming to rest under the Acadian's nose.

"Take a sniff Cajun..." Logan growled into his ear. He did; deeply inhaling the scents of leather, smoke and whiskey. The smell travelled right below his waist and shot through his mind.

Logan chuckled as he felt the strong, lithe body above him writhe like a snake caught in slow-motion. The muscles beneath his touch stretched and pulled; flexible and graceful and tough. Even through his gloves he mapped the contours of the Cajun's body. His left hand moved lower, descended beneath the taller man's leather jeans and grasped his manhood.

"Yeah, how does that feel big guy?" Logan softly growled into his ear. The strong, leather-clad hand grasped his aching manhood and slowly moved up and down it. The smell of leather and smoke and bourbon surrounded him as the hand firmly pulled at his cock. A slow burning pleasure built within his loins.
"Bon, s'il vous plait Logan, don' stop mon ami..."

As Remy bucked into the gloved fist surrounding his shaft, he felt those fingers approach his full lips.
"C'mon Cajun," the growl filled his ear, "ya know yer worthy, taste'em."
Remy immediately opened his mouth and accepted the fingers. The thick, leather wrapped digits tasted of the sweet syrup of the bourbon and the rough smoke of the tobacco. Remy closed his eyes; his tongue swirled around the fingers as he moaned deeply. There was nothing but the scents and flavors of leather, smoke and whiskey; the slightly bitter, salty smell of Logan's sweat was only the slightest undertone. In tandem with the feeling of that leather-clad fist coiling around his cock, he was brought ever closer to the brink. A thin trail of precum emerged onto Logan's glove as Remy fucked that tightly clenched fist over and over; his hips slamming back and forth with uncontrolled ferocity.

As Remy convulsed with orgasmic ecstasy, Logan felt every one of the tall thief's muscles pull and thrash and shake. He heard the demon-eyed man's purrs and growls of pleasure as the man's seed spilled over his gloved hand. The sheen of sweat on the Acadian's body added a salty tang to the sweet spice of the man's musk. Logan trailed his tongue up the Cajun's spine; he removed his fingers from the man's mouth.
"Felt good?" Logan asked, fully aware what the answer would be.
"Oui," came Remy's reply as Logan licked his friend's essence off his gloved hand.

"Now," the Cajun continued as he stood up, "I t'ink we go' somet'ing to look af'er," he extended his own gloved fingers in the direction of Logan's bulging jeans.

"Yep. We do," he pointed downwards. "Unwrap yer present Rems, an' play with it however ya like."

Remy smirked right back, licking his lips in anticipation. "Cher, dat will be my pleasure." He grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the wall and prowled towards the Canadian; he threaded the cuffs through a pipe behind the chair and placed the feral's wrists inside the metal loops.

Logan offered himself willingly to the bonds as he saw those smoldering eyes make their way ever downwards; following his body and zeroing in on the straining leather jeans. Then those plush lips were on his neck; a descending trail of kisses ignited every nerve. Remy's gloved hand followed; the Cajun's fingers and mouth traversing the forest of hair that led towards the waistband of his jeans. He watched the demon-eyed kineticist grasp the zip between those teeth... his struggling against the cuffs only intensified and his breathing grew harsher.

Remy smirked as his mouth freed Logan's shaft from its leather prison. As the thick pillar of flesh emerged; the Acadian licked his lips before he dived downwards. As his mouth engulfed the feral's manhood, his gloved hand cradled Logan's balls and tugged lightly.

The leather-clad Canadian thrashed wildly; straining against the steel cuffs as his Cajun friend's tongue swirled and coiled around his length.
"Arrgh, fuck Rems..." he growled as beads of sweat trickled down his face and chest. He grunted with each tug on his balls. As the heat and tightness built in his loins, his growling only grew more incoherent and his thrashing against the bonds only became more bestial.

Remy only worked the shorter mutant's cock with more skill. His tongue concentrated on the spot directly beneath the head and lapped up the pre-seed as it emerged. His eyes scanned upwards and took in the sight; Logan struggling and writhing, growling as sweat dripped down his torso... more beaudiful den any pain'ing I've ever stolen...

As Logan's thrashing reached its most violent, Remy tasted the sweet essence of the Canadian pour down his throat. He swallowed it with no hesitation and released Logan's drained manhood from his mouth. The Acadian slithered up Logan's body before undoing the feral's bonds.
"Was dat as fun for you as i' was for me, mon cher?" he smirked, already knowing the answer.

"We gotta do this more often, Rems," the stocky Canadian replied in a sated rasp.

The End