Getting Gone

“What’re you planning to do with that, Gumbo?” Logan asked, his voice a low rumble, unheard by their audience. Remy didn’t say anything in reply, he didn’t have to, they knew each other well enough that the ‘getting’ us outta here’ was as clear to Logan as if the other man had said it, his body language even had the same tone, an amused ‘why d’you ask questions you already know the answers to?’ in the shift of his shoulders as he prowled forward. There was a wry ‘don’ you trust me?’ in the tilt of his head as Logan leaned back a little further in the chair, seeming to settle himself more comfortably. Remy moved fluidly as only he was capable of, toppling Logan’s chair backwards with one leg while he swiped the still-glowing card out of his teeth with one hand, slinging it straight and true towards the wall closest to the outside and furthest from their audience.

Logan had known the move was coming, tumbling easily when his chair was toppled, he was one of the few people who could see the telegraph of Remy’s movements. There was chaos for a few moments and the pair made the most of it. Remy had sent two more cards after the first to clear the way further
Logan rolled to his feet, following in the other man’s wake, alert for any signs of pursuit, knowing that their wagering watchers would have to unlock the door before they could even get through, or find another way around to the hall on the far side of the room.

Logan trusted Remy to get them back outside and then to navigate the veritable warren of streets and alleys that made up the city that the Cajun occasionally called home.
Remy, for his part, didn’t disappoint.
Once they were out in the still night air all he said was: “Commercial sector, de outskirts.” Before jerking his head for the other man to follow. It was a full thirty seconds before the alarms went off, by then they were already at the end of the block and still moving at a near lope.

Logan lost track of the taller man as he rounded a corner, growling as Remy caught his arm, dragging him through a narrow doorway, “C’mon, back way.” As always, Logan found himself mildly surprised by the Thief’s near-encyclopedic knowledge of the city’s byways and hidden paths.
He was about to ask when Remy pulled him close, hauling him forward and into a hungry kiss.

Logan’s brain very nearly short-circuited as the adrenaline dump was almost obliterated by a surge of lust, the two sensations too similar to each other, coiling and twisting in the pit of his stomach.
He realized dimly that there were footsteps approaching and then passing right by. He was sure that had been Remy’s plan, keep him quiet so that they wouldn’t be found so soon. It worked too, for a moment, until Logan wanted more and Remy drew away with a crooked smile, leading the way once more.

He didn’t get far before Logan caught the back of his jacket, dragging him back and all but slamming him against the nearest wall, keeping him pinned as he covered the Thief’s mouth with his own. The kiss was hungrier than the last, and Logan didn’t pull away until he had to breathe, “Shouldn’t tease.” Was all he had to say, the statement little more than a growl.
“Wasn’ a tease.” Remy replied, he knew he was no real match for the other man when it came to brute strength and that if he didn’t get Logan moving they’d be right back where they started.

Remy knew Logan’s body language as well as the other man knew his, and the arched brow was just as clear as any spoken question.
“Was de appetizer.” he murmured, craning forward so his voice slid right across Logan’s ear, “But we’ve got t’get out’ve here ‘fore we get de main course, non?”
There was a long moment of indecision that the Cajun could feel in the tension of his companion’s arm, Logan’s fingers tightening against his chest for the span of a heartbeat, then another, Remy was about to say something more when Logan finally stepped back, releasing him, “Let’s go.”

Remy was already turning over options in his mind, places that were nearby, but still far enough away that they wouldn’t risk getting caught again, still moving as he did so, finally deciding with a grimly amused smile and setting off more directly, feeling Logan keeping pace easily.

It was another few blocks, another scattering of turns down side streets and alleys, wending deeper into the heart of the tangle.
Commercial warehouses soon gave way to office blocks, towering clusters of reflective glass sparkling in the perpetual near-dark of the nighttime city.

It didn’t take Remy long to find what he was looking for, one of the older buildings, just with a new façade, letting it keep its historical status while blending in with the newer buildings. He led the other man around the side door, because he with a pick was faster than most people were with a key and it was a fact that Remy prided himself on.

He didn’t have to drag Logan inside, in fact, the other man nearly dragged him inside, closing the door by shoving Remy back against it, jerking the taller man down into another hungry kiss, not about to let him up this time.
Remy oofed as his back thudded solidly against the door, the knob dangerously close to punching him in the kidney. He pushed forward, trying to guide Logan further into the room and was rewarded with another hard shove, keeping him pinned.

Remy groaned then, tearing himself always from the kiss so he could catch his breath, voice gone dry and rough-edged, “S’more comfortable places dan t’front door, homme.”
There was a growl from Logan, wordless, but Remy recognized it all the same, it was an ‘I know but I’m not moving’ growl, so the Thief resigned himself to trying to keep quiet so that no one outside would know what was going on.

He relaxed, not going passive, not hardly, but letting the tension seep out of his joints, letting himself believe that they weren’t going to get caught. He bit back another groan when Logan’s teeth met his collarbone, locking there for a moment, not enough to break skin, not unless Remy moved. Which he did after catching his breath, trying once more to guide Logan further into the building, twisting aside, or at least trying to. He felt the exact moment that his skin gave way, the sudden sting followed almost immediately by the other man’s contented, hungry rumble and the soothing swipe of his tongue across the injury.

This was followed a moment later by a low, “Desk.” It often amazed the Thief that even in the heat of the moment Logan could still take in details about a room. He didn’t have long to be amazed by it this time, because Logan was already hauling him forward towards the desk in question, it was the receptionist’s desk at the far side of the room, it was a low, wide and marble-topped behemoth that would work perfectly for them.
Remy was shoved towards it with a growl of, “On your back.” His smile went crooked as he made quick work of his pants, perching on the edge of the desk, only to be toppled back with a shove to the middle of his chest. Before he could catch his breath Logan was on him and in him and it hurt but he hooked one leg up against Logan’s hip all the same, because as far as he cared, the pain was proof that they were still alive, and if he was having a rare moment of honesty, he wanted more of it.

He rolled himself up against the other man, another groan fighting its way free from his chest.
Logan growled once more, an almost-annoyed chuff, one hand kneading against the other man’s lean thigh, keeping him in place and surging against him with another solid thrust. Logan leaned in to latch onto Remy’s already bloodied throat, holding him down and eliciting another half-stifled groan from the younger man, a sound that only made Logan want more, wanting to drive the Thief just as close to the edge as Remy had driven him.

This didn’t take as long as he expected, just another handful of near-brutal thrusts, fingers still tight against Remy’s thigh, teeth locked on his collarbone again. He could taste the change when Remy turned over from want to need and he smiled grimly, releasing his hold of the younger man’s throat only to lick at the torn skin.

Remy just writhed at the near-overload of sensation, his hips jerking reflexively when Logan’s free hand wrapped around him, just shy of too hard and therefore absolutely perfect.
Neither of them was even bothering with trying to be quiet any longer, too close to the end to worry about it. Logan finally came with a low rumble that wasn’t quite a growl, fingers tightening against the other man as he did so, dragging Remy right along with him. There was another arch and a nearly feline yowl as the Thief reached his own peak, going utterly boneless once it had passed.

Logan withdrew, licking his hand clean and looking smug as he did so, putting himself away again afterwards, “Let’s head out, don’t need another lecture on mis-use of the Danger Room.”
Remy chuckled as he hauled himself to his feet, managing to be upright and boneless at the same time, which was something that had taken years of practice, “It’d be wort’ it. Always is.”