The Fallen and the Angel

Remy's POV:

I sigh softly as I leaned against the cool wall, idly shuffling my cards, a leg danglin’ out da window. God it was hot out. Jus’ glad dat I have my shirt open. So hot dat I feel a drop of sweat tricklin’ down my neck…down my chest, ticklin’ da skin a bit as it forges its way down my stomach.

Jus’ glad dat it’s dark out. Still…I can feel ‘im…jus’ starin’ at me. Starin’ at Remy’s body wit’ hunger and lust. Yeah we hate each ot’er but da sex jus’ seems so much better dat way. I smirk an’ look out before I moan softly at the soft breeze comin’ tr’ough. Maybe it’s from him, flickin’ dem soft wings o’ his…or maybe it be Stormy in a good mood. Gotta love my padnat. She such a good woman.

Anyways. Remy can always tell when Wings is starin’ at me. Hopin’ for jus’ a peek of skin. So I tease. I smirk slight and put down the cards slowly before putting a finger to my lips, suckin’ on it for a bit before trailing my finger down da same pat’ the trickle of sweat ran down.

Raking my nails gently down my taut stomach, I suppress a slight shiver before slowly unbuttoning my jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly, loving the sound of da teeth seperatin’ slowly. Da jeans slip down my hips a bit, showin’ just a hint o’ bush n’ a bit o’ da head of my cock; it was swollen an’ red, a pearl of pre-come showin’ on da tip.

Sighing, I close my eyes a bit before shivering, moaning as I tease da head of my cock, gasping a bit, my eyes fluttering open a bit as I feel da breeze again. I feel his lust comin’ tr’ough and I gasp again, my cock twitching as da lust feeds my own. And damn it felt good.

Den I see ‘im. My enemy. My counterpart. My angel. Warren. God he so sexy. So damn sexy dat I can’ stand it. I hate ‘im as much as I need ‘im. I watch ‘im as he floats into my room, landin’ on da floor and my demonic eyes flare with desire as he comes closer.

Now…everyone says Remy ain’ a demon…except da poule’s dat are afraid of da muties like me. Still…for all my sins, Remy knows he has to have some kinna demon in ‘im. Even I can’ deny dat I’m beyond savin’ sometimes…all da killin’ I done…da people I hurt. Da few times Remy don’ feel like dat t’ough…is when he in Warren’s arms…or Logan’s. Out of da four male lovers Remy has had in da maison, dose two are da only ones dat make Remy feel like he someone wort’ savin’.

I eye Warren hungrily and lick my lips before gasping as he kisses my hungrily, enveloping me wit’ dose soft wings of his. God I love dose wings…dey soft…and da moans I can make come from his lips as I stroke ‘em…it’s entoxicatin’.

I moan softly and whimper a bit as he wraps his arms around me, grinding his erection against my own. I can’t help da sounds he draws from me. He just so good…makes me wanna beg. For more…for it to stop…jus’…somet’in. I can never tell. Remy’s mind goes blank around ‘im.

After a few minutes, I break da kiss to breathe. Den I slowly get to my knees, looking up at him as I slowly open his pants and take his cock into my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning around the thickness as the taste of him fills my mouth.

I hear his breath hitch and smirk mentally before I push my lust towards him, using my empat’y to further enhance his desire for me. Bobbing my mouth up and down his cock, I begin to hum and moan around it, deep-t’roating him, wrapping my hand around da base of his cock as I suck him off.

Using my ot’er hand, I reach between his legs and cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers, squeezing dem gently before I pull away and stand up, panting.

“Tencule moi mon ange,” I whisper softly, wrapping one arm around his neck while I trail my fingers down his chest wit’ my ot’er hand.

I see that lil’ smirk on his face and shiver, a lil’ bit ‘o fear runnin’ t’rough me. Again I gasp, only dis time in pain as he tugs on my hair, tangling his fingers in it, makin’ my scalp tingle. I can’ help but moan a bit as he thrusts his tongue into my mout’. I can’ help but suck on it.

He pushes me to da bed and t’rows me down, tugging my jeans down roughly. I hiss a bit as da rough material chafes at Remy’s sensitive skin. Den I moan as I feel a surprisingly slick finger slide into my body, making me gasp and buck up my hips, my freed cock brushing against his, making us both moan.

Pushing his shirt off his shoulder, I pull him down for a kiss and pant as I feel him pressing da head of his cock against my hole, holdin’ still for a second before t’rustin’ into my body, making me cry out from a mix of pain and pleasure.

Da pace is hard and fast and it quickly makes Remy’s head spin, my breaths comin’ in hitches, makin’ me lose my ability to speak. I moan incoherent words as he fucks me into the bed, digging his nails into my hips, making me scream and arch up as he brushes his cock against my prostate before I suddenly spurt hot strings of cum between the two of us.

He still doesn’ stop. Jus’ keeps poundin’ into Remy’s ass like dere’s no tomorrow…and Remy can’t help but cry from da overwhelmin’ pleasure. “More…more cher…Dieu but you feel good…so good. Fuck…jus’ like dat. Desole cher…Remy sorry…non…don’…don’ stop,” I whimper and beg, raising my hips in time to his thrusts.

It’s always an unspoken treaty between us. We don’t speak during sex. Because that time is just for that. Sex. Not’in else. No talkin’; just the feel of two bodies coming together in a need that’s too strong to deny. The basic, primal need that drove us to this desperate point.
I whimper and moan, scraping his back with one hand while the other starts to stroke his wings. I enjoy the tremors that run down his body…love the feeling of his muscles working as he pistons his hips into mine, the sound of his balls slapping my ass as he fucks me all the harder, bringing me to the edge again.

Again I come, harder this time, and I can’t help but scream his name as he fills me with his hot seed. And all Remy can see is stars. All Remy can hear are the harsh breaths and our two hearts poundin’ as we come down from our highs before I pass out.

When I wake up, I’m sore, but it’s dat good kinda sore…like after a good workout. But I’m alone. Naked, and alone, but not cold. Non…he always have dis strange way of keepin’ Remy safe an’ warm. He tucked me in before he left…an’ I can’ help but smile as I trail my hand down my cooled body, my heart beat slow, breaths even.

Closing my eyes, I fall again into a blissful sleep, one wit’out nightmares for once. T’anks to my angel.