| Chapter 6 Logan watched the still figure on his bed and wondered how did it all happened. When did his life turned into a disaster? He came closer and pushed the still slightly damp hair of the Cajuns face. It has been three weeks since Drake showed him Remy. The trial of Essex has begun� the odds were, he would be sentenced to life imprisonment. But Logan wasn't interested in watching the trial. All he wanted was that young man get out of his catatony. When Remys wounds healed he was relesed from hospital. Since he had no family, Logan decided to take him in. He felt as if he had a debt to pay� and he needed to take care of the thief. During the last few weeks, spent on sitting beside Remys bed and talking to him about everything and nothin, he understood just how much he loved him. He always felt uneasy around sick people. Maybe because he was unfamiliar with the constant physical illness due to his healing factor, maybe because of his somewhat animalistic nature� but taking care of Remy wasn't like he thought it would be. And maybe it was because he loved that man? But he found infinitive care and patience inside of himself. He fed, dressed and washed the kid and there was never even a single uneasy thought about it. All he wanted was for Remy to get well again. He wanted to tell him how much he loved him. How much he cared, how much he regretted his cruel words. - Remy� - He whispered softly, his feelings clear in his voice. � I wish you were here with me to watch that sunrise. It's cold outside but the sun is bright� - His voice cracked a little. The doctors said it would be good to talk to Remy, beacause he may hear something, but they weren't sure it would help. But he tried. Talked and talked till his throat gone dry. He kept stroking the thiefs hair and telling him how it was outside. Finally, after what seemed hours he could talk no more. Slowly he moved the kid on the bed and lay next to him. Gently he wrapped his arms around the thin figure and pulled him close to his chest. - Sleep now Darlin'. It's OK. I'm here, you're with me. You're safe� I love you Remy. � He whispered softly nuzzling Remys neck and closed his eyes for a short nap. He hadn't slept much these days and felt tired. Strangely tired. Like nothing he felt before. Kind of exhaustion that reached down to his very soul� * * * Warmth. He felt something warm engulfing him. His body seemed cold and numb for so long. And silent. Everything around him seemed so silent� He couldn't remember why or how he end up in this strange place, but it didn't bother him. Thinking was hard. His mind seemed so lazy, thoughts so incoherent. He didn't want to focus on a single matter. His body was numb. He felt as if floating on a surface of water. Still� he was cold. He longed to fell asleep again, to stop that haoic train of thoughts. To seep before the pain came back. Slowly he started drifting to numbness angain but the warmth was just on the edge of his senses. Warmth He tried to open his eyes, to see what was it, but couldn't. His whole word consisted of endless blackness. But the strange, foreign feeling forced him to THINK. To focus on it. It was hard. Trying to understand ust what it was. He wasn't sure he even WANTED to do it. Something inside of him struggled against that decision, telling him it was better to stay here, like this, oblivious to the outside world. * * * Still sleeping, Logan felt the body beside him become gradually colder. Acting on instinct, he pulled the body closer, wrapping himself all around it in order to give his mate his own body heat. * * * The feeling became more intense,as if it refused to be forgotten, pushed aside. It seemed to slowly creep closer. Now it wasn't something on the edge of his mind. It nearly touched him. Suddenly he was afraid. The HEAT was strange, foreign to him. Part of him wanted to let it swallow him, to let him feel again but the other part of him mind refused, screamed to him to get away. Told him that the cold was good, the numbness was good. Beacause when he was numb, he could feel. No pleasure and no pain� * * * Logan woke up startled by the sudden stench of fear in the room. The body in his arms was completly rigit. The cold skin turned grey and covered in sweat. Logan knew something wrong was going on, but couldn't understand just what it was. Suddenly Remys eyes snapped open. Theywere unfocused and looked fogged, like if he was heavily drugged. - Remy� - called Logan softly, not wanting to spook him. � Can you hear me? So very slowly the red on black eyes focused. First on the surrounding, taking in where he was and then on Logan. For a long moment Logan thought he saw recognision in them but he was wrong. As soon as Remy understood that the weight above him was actually a man, he started struggling wildly. Logan let out a surprised yelp when the scent of fear became sickening in its intensity and Remy's nails started tearing through his flesh, drawing blood. The panic, the animalistic fear above everything else gave the still weak body a suprising strenght. Remy should be weak as a kitten but he fought fo all it was worth. Knowing that restraining the kid would only make matters worse he backed off. As soon as he was free, Remy bolted out of bed. His legs, not used to keeping his weight any more gave up and he fell, but kept crawling away from Logan, away from that large man. Something inside Logan howled seeing Remy like this, scared out of him mind, reduced to animalistic behaviour. Remy curled into a protective ball in the farest corner of the room, and hissed at Logan weakly when the older man wanted to approach him. The kid was obviously in pain. So many weeks without moving had its tool on his physical condition. Keeping that curled position must have beed painful but the fear was stronger. - Remy� - Logan tried once more. The kid backed off even more, not trusting him, afraid and hissed with more force, baring his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot, wild and unfocused. There was no way he could approach the Cajun without making him even more afraid. Instead he slowly sank to his knees, sitting on the floor trying to look as unthreateningly as possible and started talking to him. Just like he did, when Remy was completly catatonic. He was sure emy didn't understood even a word. But the calm, steady sound of Logans voice did catch his attention. Logan talked about his love for the younge man, about all those weeks spent in hospital by his unmoving side, and about his decision to take care of him. He talked for hour, vahually aware of the sun going down and the ache in his muscled forced to remain in the same position for such a long time. He felt a pressure on his bladder but didn't dare to move. For some time now, the kid seemed to be listening to his voice. He was oblivious to words he said but the timbre told him that Logan wasn't going to attack him. - Remy please� come back to me. I would do everything for you, everything. I am so sorry I didn't give you a chance. It was all my fault. If I hadn't been blinded by my own anger and hurt I could have seen your hurt as well. when you came back to save Scott� you never even believed I would forgive you, don't you? You didn't try to fight of my words. Those cruel, unjustified words. I know that they can hurt more deeply that any knife. I am so sorry Remy� so sorry� He didn't even notice he was crying till he smelled salt in the air. He wanted to whip the tears away but then Remy moved and Logan froze, not wanting to scare the kid again. Slowly Remy started crawling towards Logan, his eyes focused on something on his face. Logan didn't dare to even breath deeper. He sat there still as a rock praying to every god he knew for his lover to come back to him. When Remy reached him, he stopped about a feet away and hesitated. Logan wanted to encourage his lover but was afraid to make a gesture or a sound, because it could have effect other an intended. He looked at the skinny Cajun and suddenly noticed the way Remy always avoided his eyes, the way he crawled with his head low and hair over his eyes. For some reason he was afraid of eye contact an Logan decided to risk. He closed his eyes and waited. For a long moment nothing happened, all he could hear was the kids harsh, raged breathing and the pounding of his heart and then he heard him move. Ever so carefully he crawled closer and reached a shaking hand to Logans face. Then the Canadian flt cold fingertips tracing wet trails on his cheeks. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Remy staring at his fingers and then slowly bring them to his mouth to lick the salty tears, taste them with wary curiosity. Logan felt new tears welling up in hi eyes and blinkjed them ayway. He hated seing Remy like this. - Remy� - He whispered softly but that was enough to break the spell and Remy jumped good five feets away from him in one paniced movement. Logan immediately stilled himselfs cursing his stupidity. Then he felt it. It took him a moment to realise that the feeling was accompanyning him for the last few days but he was so focused on Remy that he didn't notice it. There was a light tugging on the edge of his mind. Nothing irritating or threatening, more like soft presence that was more afraid that he. -Remy is an empath � he remembered Drake saying it. Was it Remy? He desperately tried to remember what empaths did. They could feel other peoples feeling and send them� He focused on his love, the need to protect and cherish the Cajun hoping he would pic it up and relax a little. He couldn't understand words but maybe he could feelings? Logan concentrated on the memories of Remy trying to seduce him, that time in his bedroom when he for the first time experienced a blow job given by a man. He remembered the way the Cajun had intrigued and aroused him, the way he felt during their first and only night together. Suddenly his atention caught a little whiper from the kid. Slowly Logan turned his face to him and looked at the dishelved, still scared and now confused thief. He WAS getting the message but couldn't decide if he liked it or not. But when Logan moved a little closer, Remy didn't back off in panic. Logan smiled at the small victory and proceeded to move closer, still not sure how close he would be allowed. And then Remy's stomach growled. Logan stopped. - Are you hungry? � He asked but got no answer. - Eat? � He tried once more, using only one simple word. Remy looked at him, but there was no understanding in his eyes. At least the fear receeded. Slowly Logan started backing off. He figured that getting up in from of the still crouching thief would be bad thing. When he was nearly at the door he stood up. - I am going to bring you something to eat� you just stay here, OK? � He asked unsure. Remy only stared at him not showing any signs of understanding. Slowly logan made his way to the kitchen thinking about what had happened. His heart rejoiced at the thought that Remy wasn't catatonic anymore, but this wasn't much better eighter. Right now he had problems with thinking of something to eat. For last months Remy was fed by IV's. His stomach would refuse to keep anything heavy so he decided on a simple sandwich. While he was preparing the light snack his acute sense of hearing caught movement in the entrance to the kitchen. He pretended he didn't feel the eyes observing him, nor he noiced the crouched figure in the shadows. When he finished he wasn't surprise to find nothing behind him. Slowly he returned to the bedroom, the plate in his hands and found Remy curled in the corner. If it wasn't for his senses he would never knew about the thief's little trip. He put the plate on the floor and backed off till he was sitting on the bed. Just like he thought. Only when he was away did Remy approach the plate. Carefully he sniffed the sandwiches and looked them from every side, casting a careful glance at Logan each time. His stomach growled once more and finally Remy started eating. Logan smiled watching him. He had the feeling that everything will be Ok, it had to be. When Remy finished eating he backed to his corner once more. Logan could see he was tired. His eyes were drifting shut but the kid fought it. He still didn't trust Logan enough to fell asleep in front of the other man. Understanding it Logan slowly shed his clothes, staying only in sweats and crawled to bed. He put the light down and pretended to be asleep. After a very long moment he heard the even, slow breathing coming rom the corner of the room. Moving as slowly as possible he go up and put a pillow and a blanket near the kid. He knew he would only wake him up if he tried to tuck him in, so he just left the items there, wishing Remy used them in case he got cold during the night. * * * Two weeks. Two weeks since Remy woke up. Two weeks without a word from his lover, only ocasional hissing when the younger man felt threatened. Two weeks of constant hope. Two weeks of going to bed earlier and wishing desperately that the next day, when he would open his eyes, he would see Remy smiling at him� or at least recognising him. Remy seemd to remember what bathrooms are for, he knew how to use utencils but didn't understand a single word Logan said. The presence in his mind was also strange. It appeared and left without warning. Sometimes it was strong enough that Logan could FEEL Remy in it. But mosty there as just pain. He couldn't remember if he had ever been hurting so much. He loved Remy with all his strength but he started losing his hope. He found himself slowly accepting the fact, that Remy Lebeau would never come to himself again. Since awakening he hadn't done any progress. Right now, lying in his bed he decided to call Jean first thing in the morning. Till now he waited for Remy to heal by himself not believing that he would appreaciate strangers messing with him, but there seemed to be no other way. He closed his eyes desperately wishing to fall asleep, to the sound of even breathing coming from the corner. Remy refused to leave the coner, he did however accept some blankets and matress fom Logan. But there still was no trust in the kid. * * * Logan woke up panting and sweating. He was having one of the hottest dreams of his life when his senses told him he was being observed. He still had the taste of Remy's skin on his tongue, the soft moans in his ears when he was jerked back to reality. His eyes snapped open, body tense and ready to fight any possible attacker when he saw a still too thin figure perched at the edge of his bed. He blinked to adjust his eyes to darkness and saw the strangely focused look on the Cajuns face that seemed so normal, so human right now. It took him a momemn to realise he had thrown his blankets off during the sleep and his erection was clearly visible under the thin sweats. Remy looked at his face and then at his body, pausing for a long moment at his groin. Logan swallowed thickly wondering if his state had scared the young man. He remembered what the doctors told him. The internal damage � the tearings in his rectum, some obviously caused by sharp objects. There was no doubt the kid was sexually abused above mental and physical torture. The doctors told him that even if he survived he would never react normally to sex. Ever. Did he scare him? - Remy� - He spoke softly, the sound of his voice not scaring the thief anymore. � I won't hurt you, you know that. Never� trust me, please� Remy moved his eyes back to his grey ones. There was strange understanding in those red on black eyes, the knowledge and awareness but it only lasted for a second. Then he felt the gentle touch in his mind. It was� different from what he was used to. Less shy, less frightened more� curious? He sniffed the air trying to determine Remys emotions by his scent and he did feel curisity. Sowly he relaxed his body and his mind allowing that foreign presence to seek his mind for whatever answer it needed. He didn't move when Remy scooped a little closer. Nor did he move when he felt first shy touch on his chest. Cold, fragile fingers stroked him lightly, sliding just above nis nipple. He failed in restraining a moan. He was still rock hard from the dream and his enhanced sensed included hypesesivity to the touch. Usually, he was able to hide his reactions but it was months since he had sex and last weeks he couldn't even jack off because Remy was watching him too closely for this. His body was on edge. He got these wet dreams more and more often and when he woke up, hard and aching he couldn't even relieve the need. Not with Remy pretending to be sleeping in the corner of the room. He was jerked of from his musings by the scent. Fear mixed with arousal comming off of Remy in great vawes. He looked at the red haired man in front of him but the red bangs his his eyes from him. Suddenly there were TWO hands gliding along his chest. Cold ouch on his flat stomach that trembled just like his thoughts. He didn't knew what was happening. Should he be allowing it? Or should he stop the kid? In the end decicion wasn't his. The moment he wanted to push Remy away something changed. The kid looked up at him. Eyes burning red with something that actually scared Logan � madness. Anger, lust, hurt� hatred everything mixed together and causing the red orbs to flare. Something had changed, snapped in the Cajun and now all the hurt, pain and fear was seeking a way out. And Logan was his closest target. - Re� - He wanted to call him again but the the usually neutral presence in his mind changed. Logan arched upwards, nearly comming off of bed and roared in pain. Empathic attac hitting full force on his exposed, unguarded mind. The sheer amunt of pain was threatening to urn him feral. Such hurt. He holed and trasched at the bed not sure what was happening, his sences were obviously fooling him. He felt as if the skin of his wrists and ankles was being torn from his flesh. It hurted so much he started choking on his own screams. But that wasn't the worst. He felt the imaginary fists, heavy and skilled, coming down on his body. He actually heard the crushing of his ribs, the unspoken pain of drawing a breath in. But still it wasn't that bad. His feral side that was nearing to overwhelm him started pushing the prsence from his mind and the feelings eased. When he felt the tortures go down his body he understood. Somehow he was experiencing everything Remy did and consciously he surrended his mind to everything. He willingly offered himself to the raging red eyes in from of him. He didn't even notice the kid straddling his stomach when the incredible pain shot from his lower back up his spine. He felt as if being ripped apart, cut from the inside. The pain so strong so maddening that he couldn't even scream. He sounds he made were nothing more that choked whimpers. Vagually he was aware of other sounds accompaning him. Scream, whimpers and growls that came from the thin figure atop him. When the pain subsided he was hit with the wave of anger so strong it made him sick inside. Remy was screaming, his eyes shut obviously reviving it all again. He clawed with his short nails at his chest, ripping Logan's skin and drawing blood from the sensitive spots. He wanted to fight, his instinct told him to throw the assassiner off but he couldn't. Some part of him told him that if Remy threw it all out of him, he would be Ok again. He didn't try to fight that fingers cuttng into his skin, nor did he react at the fists that came after. Hard, suprisingly fierce blows cascading onto his jaw, eyes, nose. He felt it being broken and heald the moment later. He could taste his own blood but he merely clenched his hands on the sheet to keep himself still. Remy was now shouting something illegible, shaking like a man in agony and his eyes burned with red light iluminated his still to skinny face with demonic glow. Logan's senses were assaulted from inside and outside.He felt the blows but also felt the empathic assault oddly thankfull for it. his instinct told him that there was still more to come. And he wasn't wrong. Instead of calming himself down, Remy seemed to go deeper and deeper into his madness now tearing Logan's sweats into pieces. Logan understood he had to live through the sexual abuse that he was under. He braced himself for everything there was to come. His head was spinning when he felt the cold hand close over his still partialy hard member and stroked in ruthlessly, sqeezing painfully hard. He holwed when his mind was again flooded with feeling emotions/memories. The fear, shame despair� death wish. It all cursed through him like a train, leaving him hurting and panting. The desperate strokes still menaged to arouse him, because part of his mind knew it was Remy and wanted him. And that fact set him off even more. Logan felt the short nails cut into sensitive skin of his thights and howled in pain. The sound ended abruptly when that nails scraped along his shat causing him to bleed. He bit his own tongue nearly choking on it. tears were running down his cheeks while the assault continued. Remy kept punishing his body, him for everything HE suffered. Logan felt his legs being jerked open and KNEW what was comming. But still there was no wish for him to fighjt Remy. He could do it, even with his mind practically fried with the ebmotions he still was much stonger physically and could take the kid down in a matter of seconds. He was surprised how strong the kid was actually, the force with wich he was gripping his tights keeping them open was painfull. Logan menaged to only take a deep breath, preparing himself for more pain when he felt the pressure. There was no shesistating, no feeling in it. just hate, hurt and desperate need to hurt back. He felt the flat head of the thief's cock PUSH inside tearing him open. Without any preparation, lubricant� nothing the pain was unberable. He FELT his insides being torn, the delicate surface of his rectum burned and he was sure his muscles were torn. His healing factor didn't help either because as soon as the tearings were healed the hard cock inside him torn him again. The movement became faster when his own blood lubricated his passage. He never imagined the rape could HURT so much. He wasn't aware he was crying not only for the young man trashing so madly above him and shouting something no one could understand, but also because of pain. Suddenly Remy slammed into him once more and stilled. Logan observed him comming. Although his body seemed to find release, and he felt the hot seed being released inside him, he knew there was no pleasure in it. All the time the spasm were cursing through the young man, silent sobs were heard. He collapsed on Logan sobbing and crying and shaking, completly spent. The explosion of anger and hatred exhaused him. The menacing presence in his mind also receded. The softening cock slipped out of him and Logan released a strangled sigh letting his body heal and clearing him mind of pain. He refused to think about what happened. Slowly he untangled his hands fron the torn sheets and put his arms around the shivering and sobbing young man on top of him. His senses were assauletd with the odour of seed, blood, salt and sadness. He felt tears dripping from Remys on his freshly healed chest and tried to hug the kid, praying to gods Remy would allow him to. The Cajun was crying for hours, when he had no more tears he shook with dry sobs that threatened to tear Loans heart apart. Nothing he experienced that night was worse that hearing those heart wrenching sounds. The depression, hut� all that Logan couldn't take from Remy. Instead he stroked his hair and murmured soft nothings trying to soothe him, to let him know he wasn't alone. Finally remy fell asleep still lying on top of covered in blood Wolverine. When the sun came up Remy woke. He saw the bloody marks on the wide, hairy chest he was lying on and the events of the previous night came back to him. He wanted to jerk back but strong arms that surrounded him, refused to let him go. He looked up into gentle gray eyes and froze. Logan stared at him with such joy, he couldn't speak. The moment he heard the kid wake up he was terrified to find Remy in his animal-like state again. But when he saw the awarness recognision in Cajuns alien eyes his heart skipped a beat. Remy was back. They stared at each other for an endless moment. - I� hurt you� - Whispered Remy hearely, his throat sore from the screaming. - I love you � blurted Logan out. He knew he should have said something different, assure that nothing was wrong but still he was terrified that he won't have another chance to say it. � I love you so much Remy. I thought I have lost you� I love you� - Logan realised he was loosing controll but the need to tell all this to Remy was overwhelming. � Please believe me! Please! I know you are and empath, read my feelings! Remy stared at him in shock. After all that he has done� and that dreadfull night, Logan told him, he loved him? - Please� - Begged Logan, all his pride aside. It he lost Remy, he lost everything worth living for. Still shocked, but unable to resist Remy reached out for Logans mind with his empathy. Tentatively he lingered just at the edge of it. He remembered the ease with which he linked to Logan last night and was now surprosed te find strong defences on his way. Ans suddenly they all were gone and the mind stood wide open to him and Remy understood that Logan gave in to him last high. He looked at all those powerfull muscless and KNEW he would have no chances at all in his weakened state. Still unsure he slipped into the mind of Wolverine and FELT. Felt all that love, guilt, the need to protect, the fear of loosing him. It made his eyes sing. He gasped at the sheer strenght of Logans feeling. He� LOVED� him. The realisation hitting him only now. Slowly, still unsure of himself, he upened his own mind and let Logan feel HIS emotions. The soft, tender yet fierce love he had for the older man. He felt those strong arms pulled him closer for a hug. - Oh god� How I missed you. I thought I would never have you in my arms again� - Whispered Logan while kissing his face. - Love you too Logan. All that time� I just wanted to come back to you� just never thought it possible. � whispered hoarely Remy. Epilogue Remy stood in the bathroom trying to comb his long, wet hair when the door opened. In the bathroom mirror he saw Logan only in his sweatpants. He smiled at his lover, who still wasn't too much awake. His unruly hair stood in every possible direction and eyes were still closed when he headed for the shower. Logan stopped in front of Remy and pulled him close for a kiss. After two months Remy was no longer stiffening in his arms. Althought they didn't have sex yet, they explored each other bodies with their hands. They spent some serious time in bed together only touching and tasting never taking it further. But Logan felt it was time to try something new. He knew Remy can never be able to heve sex as a submissive partner because of what he endured but Logan had other ideas in mind. - Morning cher. � said the thief panting a little when Logan finally let him go. - Morning, care to join me? Remy only laughed and shook his head. He knew that if he etered that shower they wouldn't finish by noon. - Non. I'm going to grab something to eat. Logan stroked the now healthy looking face and whispered: - I love you thief. - Love you too. � answered Remy and left the bahroom giving Logan a playful swat in the ass. Logan growled at him half heartedly and stepped into the shower. He had some things to consider. * * * - Cher! � Called Remy as soon as he entered the apartment he now shared with Logan. - I'm here! � called Logan from the bedroom. When Remy entered the room he froze in awe. Logan was doing his kata. He could do nothing else than to stare at the magnificent body, the heard muscles rippling under tanned skin and lick his lips. His cock twitched in agreement as Logan went through the moves. Remy noticed the way Logans nostrils flared and he knew the feral man was scenting the air, scenting his arousal. - Fuck! I can't concentrate! � said Logan and in one, lightning-speed movement was right in front of Remy kissing him passionately. Remy tangled his hands in that unruly mass of wiry hari and moaned into the kiss. He found that Logan was VERY responsive to the sounds he made. - Remy� I want� - Want what, cher? - I wan't you to make love to me� take me. � Said Logan finally. Instantly Remy started shaking his head. No! He couldn't do this! The memories of that fatal night came back to him. He hurt Logan! He couldn't ist doing that again. - Non� don' wanna hurt you Logn� - Shh� let us try Darlin'. If you will feel bad about it, we'll stop. - Why do you want dis, cher? After dat night� - I want you. I love you and I need to feel you. The red eyed Cajun looked at him for a long moment before nodding. Logan kissed him once more and soon the kid was panting again, they were trying to get the clothes off of them in a hurry to feel others skin. I seemed as if the longer they were togeher, the stronger the desire was. Soon they were lying on the bed touching, feeling, tasting each other in a frenzy. The hunger, the love for each other was overwhelming. Logan rolled then so that Remy was resting on top of him. - You sure cher? � Asked the thief for a thousand time. - Yes. I wan't you. � he caressed the hadsom ace wih his fingertips. Both men were painfully aroused and needed release that way or another. When Logan was sure Remy wouldn't bold on him, he reached to the bedside tabme and took a small bottle of lube. He smiled reasurringly at the thief and handed it to him. He laid back and slowly spred his legs for easier acces. Although Remy was hesitating, a little scared he aslo caught he strong scent of arousal. It WAS turning him on. At the first touch of slick finger near his hole he consciously blocked memories. Now Remy was almost constantly in his mind and the last thing he wanted right now was flashabck of that terrible night when Remy broke down. He moaned when that finger pushed inside. He intrusion was not painful� just strange. He wasn't sure he liked the feeling when the second figer joined the first one inside of him. Now he felt it more fully. The STRETCH, the actuall penetration. Remy was murmuring soft, reasurring words and his free hand kept stroking his rock hard cock. Slowly Remy bet over and captured his lips kissing him deeply, using his tongue to mimick what his fingers were doing inside his tight passage, while his other hand fisted him slowly. Logan could only melt under all that atention. He knew Remy was uning his "Charm" on him and it was the reason the sensations seemed to intense, but didn't mind it. it took him long weeks to talk Remy into usining his empathy openly on him. But it was a good decision. He arched his back from the bed when there were THREE fingers inside him and they were touching THAT spot that made him almost levitate from the bed. Then the sensation was gone. He opened his eyes to look at the hooded, red on black eyes that were filled with desire and lust. - Going to make you feel good, real good cher� - whispered Remy softly as he coated himfelf with lube. Logan licked his lips when the younger mar positioned himself betweenhis legs. - Je t'aime Logan. � said remy as he slowly started pushing in. Logan grited his teeth at the PRESSURE and then exhaled as Remy sank into him in one, swift movement. It hurt a litle, but nowhere near as bad as that night. They both froze. Logan trying to adjust to the long, hard shaft inside him. Stretching and filling him so completly and uterly. And Remy trying to control himself and not hurt his lover. He closed his eyes and savoured the hot, tight gripp of his lovers body in his cock. - Yer gonna move or did you fell asleep there? � Asked him Logan. Maybe he was a little unconfortable, still not sure if he liked it or not but he was also aroused so much that he DESPERATELY needed some kind of release. Remy moved, thrusting the rest of his long shaft into his lover and pulling out slowly. Logan grunted at the strange feeling. Not bad at all� Then Remy grinned in that wicked way of his and changed angle of the thrust. Logan thought he would come right then. The feeling of the whole lenght of his lovers shaft sliding across his prostate sent him flying. But that wasn't all. Remy positioned himself so that he would hit that spot at each stroke in and out. Soon Logan was writhing and trashing under him nearing his climax. Remy leaned closer and kissed him, positioning so that with ever thrust, Logans cock was caught between their sweat-soaked bodies and that fraction was enought to push the Wolerine over the edge. He came screaming his lovers name. His orgas hit the still linked to him Remy and the Cajun shuddered helplessly when wave after wave of pleasure shot though his body. He colapsed against Logan completly spent and happy as never before. He waned to tell Logan how much he loved him, but he had no strenght left to speak. So instead he linked to Logans mind and showed him his feeling. He was faliing asleep fast and started loosing control over the link. The last thing he remembered was warmth that engulfed him whole � mind and body and Logan holding him close. The end. |