Remy and Logan's Vegas Vacation

Remy and Logan's Vegas Vacation

A/N: This is the sequel to my earlier fic "Hunger." Please read that before you read this. Thanks!

Part 1
Only the barest cracks of sunlight filtered through the suite as Logan stirred, his breathing growing quicker as he woke atop the mattress he eviscerated the night before. The sound of falling water and smell of steam assaulted his delicate senses even through the bathroom door, but it was the smell mixed in with the steam that truly woke him; that of Remy.

The smell brought back visions of last night... the teasing, manipulative bastard nibbling on that breadstick, delaying the inevitable just to see Logan squirm, the smirk on his face only growing as Logan impaled his stocky self upon him again and again. The smell, the memories, the steam, Logan's manhood rose immediately.

His feet crossed the warm tiles, the steam filled the room but didn't obscure the sight under the torrent of hot water. Remy's cinnamon hair dark with the water, rivulets streaming down his lithe, muscular body, his broad shoulders not diminishing the vision of agility. Those long legs stretched down to the floor as he smirked at Logan.
"Bonjour mon ami. Slep' well?"
"Damn right I did, Cajun."
Remy smirked back, "den let Remy wake you up fully, mon cher."
It was an offer Logan had no intention of refusing.

The steam swirled around them, water pouring off their bodies as Remy's back was held against the wall, his long legs encircling the short, stocky man that was pinning him there.
"Mon dieu Logan!" Remy gasped as Logan lessened the pressure of the pinning just enough to let the Cajun slide down on his lube-slicked cock.
"Fuck yeah Rems..." the feral growled as he was slowly engulfed by the Cajun, the tight heat sending lightning bolts of pleasure up his spine.

Remy's lithe hands traveled through the wet fur of Logan's chest. Logan purred at the attentions of his skilled friend as he watched the demon-eyes roll back in ecstasy, feeling the animal lust to take all of him right now, and crushing that desire immediately. Logan slowly let Remy sink all the way down, growling softly at the sight of his uncompromisingly, devilishly handsome teammate being fucked by him. Logan then moved back in, holding Remy not just against the wall but against himself. No dreams. There's never any dreams after a night with him.

"Mon cher," Remy whispered in Logan's ear, "do me hard."
Logan felt the smooth, sensuous voice massage his eardrums as Remy asked for it. No, Remy didn't ask, Remy demanded it, and Logan liked the thief all the more for being able to stand up to him.
"My pleasure," Logan growled through his smirk before withdrawing slightly and thrusting upwards again.

Remy cried out in pleasure as the feral's cock rubbed against his prostate. His world dissolved to a haze of steam, moans of pleasure, the feral's growls and that hard cock pounding in and out of his tight butt.
"Oh mon dieu Logan... don' stop, dis Cajun gonna..." his voice trailed off in the steam.
"Yer so fuckin' tight Cajun," he growled as he slammed upwards, "'m so fuckin' close."

Logan immediately wrapped his lips around Remy's nipple, sucking firmly, tongue flecking over the firm skin. As Remy felt the softness of Logan's tongue, he gave one final gasp, his essence shooting up to be washed away by the cascading water. The gasp did Logan in, driving him over the edge immediately after, growling into the crook of Remy's long neck.

As he gasped in the steam, Remy unwound his legs and slid off of Logan. He instantly resumed a standing posture, elegant lines rising from the floor.
"T'ankyou mon cher."
"No problem gumbo," Logan growled with a grin on his face.
"We mus' pack... de checkou' is soon... an' someone gonna explain de bed."

Part 2
"Yes Mister LeBeau, your stay and mattress replacement are all complementary. We hope to have you stay with us again." The young redhead woman at checkout accepted Remy's player's club card, smiling, subtly loosening a button of her blouse.
"T'ankyou ma cherie," Remy replied as he slid her tip across the counter. The thief took full advantage of the misdirection to catch more than a glimpse of her firm, high breasts.
"Thankyou very much Mister LeBeau, please come again," she chimed as she blushed at the Cajun's attentions.

As the men emerged from the copper monolith that was their hotel, Logan immediately removed a cigar from his pocket, lit it and filled his lungs with smoke.
"Fuckin' hell swamp rat. That charm power could get'cha acquitted of murder."
"An' it nearly had de girl do me on de coun'er too!" Remy replied with a smirk as he ignited a cigarette of his own.
"She was a looker too, bub. Never knock back eye candy," the feral replied through his own grin, slapping the tall Cajun on the back as they both emerged out of the hotel grounds and onto the neon-saturated Disneyland that was the Las Vegas Strip. Only accross the street, volcanoes were erupting and ships were sinking.
"So we got another night," the feral continued, "an' ya got no more points on yer comp card for back there. So where the fuck do we go Cajun?"
Remy instantly pulled out another comp card, one for a resort down the strip. "Dis card go' plen'y of poin's mon ami. As long as dey don' find claw marks on de ceiling, we go' anot'er suite."
Logan's smirk was instantly replaced with a scowl, the feral grumbling things about "your fault," "made me wait" and "six fucking courses."

They arrived at their new hotel, fountains in front of it erupting as if welcoming their arrival.
"Great. More fancy digs" Logan grumbled, dropping the stub of his cigar to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot before proceeding inside.

"Yes Mister Le Beau, your suite is ready whenever yourself and your companion are. Dining and beverage of course is all complementary. I hope you have an enjoyable stay Sir."
"T'ankyou mon ami" Remy replied to the receptionist, taking his comp card back and returning to Logan, who was in the lobby bar and brooding over a pint of Danish beer.
"You alrigh' mon cher? We go' de comp!" Remy exclaimed, smirking with pride.
"'m fine. Just wish I didn't give in like that and shred the fuckin' mattress" Logan grumbled, guilt staining his tone.
Remy sat down next to him, "non, cher, you don' have anyt'ing to say sorry for."
Logan remained silent.
"Y'know cher, Remy like when you ge' all aggro in bed," the Cajun smirked.
"Just..." the Canadian stopped, brow furrowed, "Let's just get upstairs."
"Oui mon ami," Remy replied. "Dis doesn' change any of our plans dis evening, non?" Remy asked with a toothy, desire-filled grin on his face.
The depraved implications Remy made caused Logan's smirk to resurrect. "Fuck no. We'll stick to those plans!"
Remy snickered and licked his lips slowly as he mentally reviewed the plan.

Part 3
The candles flickered, casting shadows of the two men across the room. The taller form had its arms entwined around the shorter; the two forms drifting across the wall in the light of the flames.

Logan and Remy both lay down on the bed, their lips locked together as Remy's hands glided over Logan's muscular back and down towards his butt. The Canadian was growling into the kiss, his own tongue duelling with the Cajun's, flicking at the Cajun's teeth whenever Remy's tongue demanded entry. The stocky man wrapped his hairy arms around the taller man's sinewy, lithe torso and heard soft gasps as he gently clenched Remy's nipples between his teeth.
"Logan..." the Cajun moaned, the name trickling out of his mouth and into the shorter man's ears.

The Canadian stopped as he felt the dexterous hand leave his back and then heard the sound of clinking metal. Remy had just grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand.
"No' gonna hur' you cher, jus' wanna play... dis alrigh' wid you?"
Logan's eyes instantly widened, his breathing accelerated as he watched the cuffs shine in the candlelight. Remy wants to cuff me? Memories flooded back; locked cages, confinement, sensory deprivation tanks, infusion tanks, needles, control, pain... The Wolverine only had one instinct: run. Logan's breathing was rough, jagged, sounding like growls and gasps.

As Logan struggled against the tide of the past, he felt a warm hand caressing his shaggy sideburn, ushering him back to the present.
"If you don' wan' dis, Remy don' have to..."
"No, Cajun..." he steadied his breathing, temporarily closing his eyes. It's Remy... he won't hurt me. "I... want this. I trust you."

Logan remembered packing the handcuffs in Remy's suitcase, hoping he'd get the hint. And Remy did; the muscular, flexible form straddled Logan's legs as Logan lay there on the bed with wrists cuffed above his head. Remy's gaze caressed the Canadian, smiling affectionately as his thief's fingers traveled down the bulky musculature below him. They started at the cuffed wrists, then glided slowly down to the biceps.
"Remy.." Logan growled softly as the Cajun's fingers traced further down. They caressed Logan's nipples, his abdomen, and finally reached the base of his shaft.

Logan purred at the touch, so light yet it nearly ignited every nerve it traveled over. He panted, growling almost desperately.
"C'mon Gumbo, don't slow down on me here!"
Remy smirked at the complaint from the bound man, leaning down towards his face. As the Cajun descended his light touch instantly transformed into a firm grip, ensnared the feral man's cock and traveled up the shaft, small droplets emerged at the tip.
"Awwrgh yeah," Logan growled, "fuckin' hell Cajun, right there." His tone was as relieved as it was aroused.

Remy's free hand grabbed the lube and quickly slicked up his own throbbing manhood as well as his fingers. Again he looked into the face of the hairy Canadian, all fear was now erased. He smirked as he delicately slid two of his leather-wrapped fingers deep inside the bulkier man and was rewarded with a low purr.
"Come on swamp rat, don't make me wait. Fuck me."
"Non, cher... dis Cajun gonna prepare you right," Remy whispered back. He slowly scissored the two fingers, loosening Logan enough to readily accept a third.

"Remy," Logan moaned slowly, deeply, feeling nothing but his teammate's three fingers caringly preparing his ass. Usually Logan enjoyed taking it roughly but in his bound state, he couldn't help but feel gratitude for Remy's gentleness.
"Please... please Remy... fuck me."
The Canadian's pleas were answered with the Cajun leaning down again, their mouths meeting softly, teeth nibbling at each other's lips.
"My pleasure, mon ami" Remy softly growled through his smirk as he withdrew his fingers and raised Logan's legs.

The demon-eyes feasted upon the sight below. All those muscles, still straining reflexively at their bonds, a few beads of sweat trickling down through the thick body hair. The Cajun licked his lips in anticipation of being inside the Canadian again.
"You a good friend, Logan," Remy purred through a sincere smile as he slowly slid inside the shorter man. The taller man watched as Logan's eyes rolled back and a subterranean growl escaped from his throat.

"Awrgh Rems, fuck yeah, more, don't fuckin' stop Cajun," Logan pleaded with roars of ecstasy as Remy smoothly, deeply fucked him. Remy growled softly into Logan's ear as he obliged, being engulfed in tight warmth. The stocky Canadian was practically folded in half, his thighs sandwiched between his and Remy's midsections, his knees resting on his chest as Remy's shaft glided in and out of his tightness. Their breathing sped up, growing louder and heavier by the second as they raced towards the apex. Logan's teeth were clenched, desperately trying to hold back, but it was no use under the Cajun's onslaught.

"Damn Cajun, I'm so fuckin' close!"
"Same, cher" the taller man panted into the feral's ears. "Don' hold back Logan... come for me."
The voice alone could have brought him off. A bestial growl erupted out of the Canadian's throat as he climaxed; he felt Remy follow immediately. The Wolverine lay convulsing on the bed, panting and growling. Sweat dripped off him as his arms wrenched apart the cuffs; the chain giving way.

No dreams. There's never any dreams after a night with him.

The exhausted men collapsed in each other's arms, both thankful for the box of tissues on the nightstand. The soft rhythm of panting slowly faded as they cleaned up, Logan tossing the cuffs back in the suitcase. Maybe I'll need another pair, he thought to himself, smirking as he did so.
"I guess you enjoyed yourself, cher?" Remy asked, grinning, fully knowing what the answer was.
"Hell yeah" Logan replied just before he lost consciousness, drifting off into another night of dreamless sleep.

THE END