| YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT? Author: SisterWine Rating: NC-17 Warning: Sex. Pairing: Logan/Remy Disclaimers: The X-Men and their likenesses all belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. They aren't mine, I don't want them. No money exchanged, no stealing or meant harm. Just for fun. Summary: FIC CHALLENGE!! This is my answer to myown challenge of how Remy and Logan would answer an author's quirks of having them together in a slash story. The early morning had started out plain and simple, just like the days before. One difference, though. As Logan had gotten up, and dressed, and was on his way downstairs for coffee and the morning paper, he had noticed a plain piece of paper laying on his dressertop. Pulling his shirt over his head, he couldn't help but stare at the paper as typed black words began appearing, letter by letter, across the top of the page. Logan stared at the paper while pulling his white T-shirt over his head. He looked down at his shirt, and then back to the page, as the words had been correct in the colour of his T-shirt. Leaning in as more words appeared, Logan picked up the paper and read the new lines. As he picked the paper up, he became entranced in his curiosity. Logan hadn't realised that he was now entering the corridor and walking from his room, to the stairs. Passing Gambit's room, on the way, he looked up. Sure enough, Logan had looked up from the page, and found himself passing the lanky Cajun's room. He averted his eyes back to the page as Remy's door opened and exposed a thin Gambit, clad only in his gray sweatpants. Remy's husky voice was still somewhere between sleep and hangover from the night before. The gray sweatpants had fit him loosely, as they were the only thing that covered his thin body, had barely remained on his hips. "Hey, Logan." Not bothering to slip a shirt on, he joined the Wolverine in his walk downstairs. "Hey. Logan" Remy slurred. "Say somethin else, Cajun." "Huh?" Logan read the fastly appearing words on the paper as they walked. "Say somethin else, Cajun." Logan didn't bother greeting the young man, only found himself in awe of the events that were unfolding. "Huh?" Remy questioned, walking to the left of Logan. He growled. Wolverine was becoming annoyed and frustrated at the words on the page that he had been staring at. He growled but continued walking. As the two men reached the stairs, Remy had become slightly dizzy and tripped over his right foot, brushing against Logan's left arm. Sure enough, Logan looked up as Remy had indeed paled, dizzily, and stumbled into him. "This is gettin pretty strange." "What is, mon ami?" Remy had asked before noticing the paper in Logan's hands. Logan stopped. Logan stood stock still and read, word for word, what Remy had just asked. The words were appearing faster and faster at every moment that passed. Shaking his head, he hastily turned and strode back to his room. Again, the words had beaten him to his next move. He shut the door and crumpled the piece of paper he had been holding. Throwing it at the window, and growling in annoyance, he sneered and panted. As he watched it hit the window, he panted and calmed himself before sitting down on the bed. "Must be dreamin." His pants continued through his nose. "Aint no way some paper knows what the hell I'm gonna do or say." His eyes traveled from in front of him to below the window. Having his doubts, and wanting to prove himself wrong, he stood up and went to pick up the crumpled paper. But, when he uncrumpled it, he read his words and actions as they had happened. New words were being written, still. A knock on the door made him turn around and stare at the sienna wood, as if waiting for it to open and let Remy in. "Go away, kid." Logan grunted. A pause. "How ya know 's me?" He stared at the page and blinked in horror as the conversation and it's following had been already recorded. Remy opened the door and stared at Logan in concern. "You okay, homme?" "Yea. Fine." He stared at the page as he said the words, trying to be faster than the ominous typings. He sighed and dropped his hands to his sides, not seeing that the words were continuing to appear on the page as he sat down on the bed. Remy entered the room and closed the door behind him before going to sit down on the bed, beside Logan. "Been starin at dat page all mornin. S' say somet'in important?" Remy questioned, trying to read the paper over Logan's left shoulder. To him, it was blank and he was having a very hard time trying to figure out if he was drunk or sobre, still. Crumpling the paper up, again, and tossing it onto the floor, beside the bed, Logan had had enough. "Nope. Not anymore." He stood up and sighed, heavily. Of all the days to get out of bed, he had to pick this one. Remy waited until Logan moved to stand beside the door before leaning over and scooping up the crumpled ball. Uncrumpling it and standing up on woozy legs, he stared at for a long moment, turning it over and this way and that. His mind wouldn't let him see what had been typed on the page, only Logan could see it. "Why y' so interested in dis page, homme? Tellin ya t' do somet'in, no?" Logan scoffed. "Tell me. Wha's it say?" The Cajun finally looked up from the blank page and stared at Logan, dumbfounded. Snatching the paper from the young man, Logan sighed again in an annoyed fashion. Clearly, he could see the words, but the page had cleared itself and started with him snatching the blank paper from the lanky Acadian. "Just says what I'm about to do. Or, so it thinks." Again, word for word, his words were there. And, as always, there was more being typed. He stared on in silent exasperation as the letters that formed now were telling him what to do with Remy, and their time alone. Logan paused and read the words. He hadn't been quite ready to read what he was regretably seeing, and let his mouth slip open in awe as he read silently. Shutting his mouth, he looked up and cleared his throat. "It's nothin, kid." Sighing and rubbing his eyes with one hand, Remy glanced at the page in Logan's hand before replacing his sight on the older man. "Logan, Y' stare at dat t'ing as if it were a secret. Den, y' say s' not'in. Ya confusin 'nough wit'out de hangover, and de page. But, cher... ya lookin tres silly." Logan glared slightly at the young man who was either toying with him, or was clearly still too drunk to comprehend that something was not right. "Okay." He huffed. "I'll read it to ya, but ya may not like it." Remy raised an elegant eyebrow and sat back down on the bed, waiting. "Mebbe. Mebbe no." Repeating word for word what Remy had just said, Logan continued. "Logan read the words to the quizzical Acadian before debating in his mind, to sit down on the bed again, or stand where he was. Going against what the paper was typing and then erasing to type the opposite, Logan stood in his place. In his nose, he could.... *ahem*.... smell the Cajun's sleepy scent, like he had just gotten out of bed." Both men looked to Remy's clothes, as he sat there on the side of the bed, and stared calmly at Logan. "Dat's all it say? Somet'in 'bout my clothes?" Remy tilted his head, and out of tired frustration, Logan continued and glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye. Clearing his throat, again, Logan went on to hurriedly tell the Cajun what the paper had said. "Says, it wants me to think I want to kiss you." He paused for a moment. Looking up from the page to Remy, he added. "I knew this was a bad idea.... I'll just trash this, and we'll ferget about it, kay?" Remy stood up, and came closer to the older man. "Non,... why don' we see how far dis goes, no? Mebbe, dey tell us wha's goin on? Like breadcrumbs, no?" Remy stared calmly at Logan, which caused Logan to lift an eyebrow at the lanky kid. Logan stepped back. "You mean, you want me to do all this? Cause, it don't stop there, kiddo." Remy nodded. "Okay." Logan sighed and quickly leaned in to brush his lips against Remy's soft, left cheek. He groaned as he looked back down at the paper and saw that it had corrected him. "Err, not the kiss it meant...... Sorry, kid." Stepping forward, Logan pressed his lips to Remy's and heard a soft gasp as Remy hadn't expected him to do that. Remy raised his hands and placed them on Logan's broad shoulders, as Logan pressed the kiss a bit more and slowly slid an arm around him. He was mildly surprised that Logan had kissed him this long. Opening his mouth and nipping his tongue at Logan's lips, he was immediately pushed back and let go of. "Wow." He breathed. "How long you been wantin t' do dat, homme?" Logan avoided Remy's eyes and nervously stared at the paper that was again writing something. "Says it wants us to move to the bed and uh--" He couldn't finish it. His eyes opened widely at the horror. "Unh unh! No way! I aint gonna do that to no boy!" Crumpling the paper and tossing it into the wastebasket, beside the bathroom door, Logan stood in front of the window and re-lit the half-gone cigar that had been in the ashtray on the sill. Remy felt like he was watching a ping pong match as he looked from Logan to the basket, and back again. Sighing, he finally went over to the basket and retrieved the paper. Uncrumpling it and seeing that it was still blank, he walked over to where Logan still stood and stopped. His eyes hadn't moved from the blank page, but he was even more intrigued by what Logan thought he saw. "What? What ya no gonna do to a boy?" Logan sighed and blew smoke out the window, which had been opened a few inches. "Says it wants me to--...... fuck you." Turning his head and staring as calmly as he could, at Remy, he examined the Cajun's slightly questionable look. He could clearly see the concern in Remy's eyes and turned the rest of him around to face Remy and snatch the paper. "Look, I aint about to screw you cause some paper said to. I aint crazy, and I doubt we both have this idea in our heads. So, we'll call it a day, okay?" Remy quirked a sly grin as his eyes met Logan's. He stepped closer and brought a hand up to rest on the back of Logan's head, as he leaned in for another kiss. Pressing against the man's length, he had silently convinced Logan to at least move over to the bed and sit down. "Look, we're both interested in the opposite sex, right?" Logan asked. Moments had passed by before either had said anything. They sat on the end of the bed, side by side and stared at the window. Remy nodded. "Mebbe, we find out who doin dis? Dis page aint goin away, Logan. An' we not movin from dis room, until we find out why dis page is stuck to ya, no? De sooner it's over wit', de sooner it leave ya alone." Logan could smell the frustration on Remy, and also possible arousal. But, it felt funny to be told to have feelings for a comrade, and someone he had thought of as a best friend. Maybe Remy was right? Maybe, if they got it over with, the person or thing writing the page would out themselves, and it would be done for? Sighing and bring a hand up to Remy's chest, he gingerly pressed Remy to lie down on the bed as he moved to kneel in front of him and start to peel off the gray sweats. Pushing the material down to thin ankles, and not bothering to look up, he stood up and excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Remy to lie there and wait. When he came back, he had left the paper lying on the bathroom counter, and was now only clad in a lubricated Trojan. Remy had remained lying on the bed, and watched the older man with questionable concern. He sat up and was immediately guided back to lie down. His mouth opened to speak, but a finger to his lips stopped him from uttering a syllable. Spreading his legs, he waited for the intrusion. Logan's blunt tip pressed against Remy's tight entrance. easing slowly into the channel, he paused as Remy hissed in pain. "Sorry, kid. You aint exactly built like a woman, ya know?" Logan kept his voice low, and continued to ease himself into Remy. Remy nodded in understanding. "Ya close yer eyes an' pretend Remy is who ya want, no?" Logan started to move, slower than a snail in winter, but nodded in compliance and squeezed his eyes shut. Storm and Jean had both told him, he was bigger size than anyone they knew. He gasped and his breath caught several time as he worked his way up to an uncertain orgasm. Remy had brought his hands up to rest on Logan's hips, and he had also closed his eyes. Teeth bared and ground together as he felt drops of pre-come splash onto his stomach. The pace quickened and the movement was a bit more easy and relaxed. Remy panted and moved his right hand to Logan's left breast, feeling the eratic heartbeat seconds before Logan tensed and came. "Re--....mmmm.." Logan whispered and clenched his teeth together, not realising what he said until it was too late. Opening his eyes, blue came to stare at calm red on black eyes as they both froze in place. Remy tilted his head to the right and blinked. He smiled and sat up as Logan removed himself and sat on the floor, spent. "Didn' know you was t'inkin o' me, cher. Guess dis ol' Cajun grow on ya, non?" Logan avoided him. He couldn't look at the man he had just-- he couldn't even bring himself to refer to it as "making love." He prayed that it was all a beer induced hallucination. But, it wasn't. Though, in some part of his mind, he had said the person he thought of. And he couldn't take it back. Remy hadn't been offended with him, otherwise, he would have charged anything he could find and storm out of the room. Logan was confused. Sighing, he stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom. Glancing at the paper, that was again blank, he picked it up and stared at it. Setting the paper back down and slipping on his jeans, tossing the used latex away before zipping up, he grabbed the page again and went back to sit beside Remy. Blankness gave way as a rich blue ink spilled itself into good-sized, calligraphic words that were off-kiltre in the middle of the page. "Thanks boys! The show was amazing! More later? Love Always, Dee!" They both looked at each other in confusion. Standing up and shifting awkwardly, Logan took Remy's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Uhh.... Well, now we know who it is. Listen kid, this is--" Remy's hand stopped him from continuing. "I tol' ya to pretend who ya want, non?" Remy cleared his throat. "Didn' tell ya dat Remy was t'inkin bout you, Logan. Remy's jus' been waitin on you figurin out what ya wanted." He leaned in and kissed the shocked older man before pulling his sweatpants back on and leaving the room. He could tell, Logan might call on him again for an exploration and possibly a little mouth to mouth recreation. Hopefully, sooner than later. As Remy walked down the hall, back to his room, he smirked and licked his lips as he whispered under his breath. "T'anks, Dee! I owe ya 'nother margarita, at Harry's." THE END! |