By Nicole Wagner: The Deadly Gambit
(DeadlyGambit2@aol.com)
Rated: NC-17
Pairings: Logan/Remy
Summary: Nicole Wagner's first PWP Story!! Remy and Logan are left alone at the Mansion, and Remy is very lonely since he had just returned from Antarctica. He decides to go watch Logan's Danger Room session, only to discover something more.
Disclaimer: I don't won the X-Men or anyone in this fan fiction. If I did, I woulda married myself to Gambit by now. They are all owned by Marvel Comics, and I am not making any money off of this story, so don't sue me!
I would love to Thank BJ. Without her, this fan fic would have never been written. Thank you, BJ!!
Observer
By Nicole Wagner: The Deadly Gambit
Today was like most days at the mansion. The X-Men went off to save the world, and Logan and Remy got to stay behind this time around. It was like a mini vacation for the two mutants who spent a large amount of time saving the world from people that often feared and hated them with a passion. But for Remy LeBeau, it was too quiet, and too lonely. None of the X-Men wanted much to deal with him, after he was labeled a traitor in Antarctica. Rogue went on with life and had a new boyfriend, Warren and Betsy often mocked and yelled at him for no reason, while others just stayed away. Logan was kind enough to at least talk to him, even share a beer every now and then, but other than that, he had been spending time with Storm in her room at the mansion, just talking. No one seemed to be around, and Logan had gone off to the Danger Room, alone.
"Damn conarde... " Remy muttered to himself, slowly walking towards the elevator of the mansion. "He go off an' 'ave all de fun, while ah'm here sulkin'. Maybe ah pay him a visit..."
The long ride in the elevator was enough to make Remy even more depressed. It was so lonely in there ... not a soul to talk to. As soon as the elevator stopped, he made his way to the observation deck of the Danger Room, walking towards one of the windows. He noticed on the clock of the computer that Logan had been there for hour, fighting the many robots and holograms the computer had to offer.
Logan's clothing was nearly torn off, leaving him basically in his underwear. Remy had never seen a man as muscular or as feral as long in his life, and with the clothing hanging off the older man's body, it became more of a turn on. he let out a groan, feeling himself slowly get hard, en erection forming, just by watching Logan. It made him embarrassed. How could he be so attracted to another man? Especially Logan, his team mate.
Remy moaned, pulling down his pants a bit and sitting in the control room chair. His scarlet eyes watching Logan's claws extend once more and start slicing a sentinel nearly in half. He continued to watch the sweat run down that muscular chest, those biceps flex each time he moved his arms. Before Remy had even realized it, his hand had moved down to his own member, slowly running up and down ever inch of himself, and forcing a moan to escape his lips. He felt a bit ashamed to think of Logan the way he was, but all he wanted right now was the feral Wolverine. Thoughts started to travel into his mind, having Logan throw him down on his bed, extending those claws for him, tearing off his clothing, and his neck being bitten ever so gently, much like an animal would do to it's young. His hand started moving faster and squeezing his member a bit tight, forcing a loud moan to escape his lips.
Remy's teeth clenched as he felt himself pulsing harder in his hand. He had not had sex in a very long time, and he had become so horny, very easily. He cursed himself, already he felt like he was going to orgasm, and his eyes were now halfway closed, unable to see that Logan had left the Danger Room. He leaned back in the chair, not knowing that the observer to the Danger Room was now being the one observed.
Logan couldn't help but grin. While he was in the Danger Room, he felt like he was being watched, so he stopped the program to see what was going on, and who was watching. As soon as he made it to the observation deck, he could smell a familiar scent, a scent of lust and desire. When he looked into the room, he found the lanky Cajun leaned back in one of the cushy chairs of the Observation Room, his dick in his hand. Damn kid was getting off on watching him. He couldn't help but smile, knowing the great Gambit was bisexual, and an admirer of his. He slowly stalked into the room and tapped Remy on the shoulder, spooking the kid and making him nearly fall out of his seat. "Havin' a good time there, Gumbo?"
"L-Logan!?" Remy nearly screamed, almost falling out of his chair when Logan tapped on his shoulder and spoke to him. How was he going to explain what he was doing? His face was flushed bright red as he noticed his manhood was sticking straight up like a flagpole, still. The head of it red and twitching with desire. "H-how... how did... "
"How did I know? You ferget I can smell things that other people can't?" Logan gave him that smart ass smile of his and quickly moved his hand over Remy's length, jerking it a bit harder and stroking it faster than he had been doing. "Here, let me help you with that. If yer so horny over me, then I guess you won't mind me playin' with this fer awhile?"
Before Remy could even protest, Logan's bare hand was jerking his manhood rather roughly, his hand moving up and down his hard staff at a rather quick pace, and it felt so good. Logan's strong hand felt much better than his own, and it was driving him wild! He couldn't even speak, and when he tried to, it just came out as strange moans of complete ecstasy. His own body began to shiver, and he could see Logan's own length was getting hard through his underwear. He had no clue the feral Canadian was into men ... much less him. Remy wouldn't help but reach his hand out, gently rubbing at Logan's own erection, while the man played with his own. He had never done something so forbidden, so erotic in his entire life, and it felt so good.
"S'funny, kid." Logan said with a groan, as he moved his free hand to his underwear and brought it down for Remy. "I always knew you were bisexual, but I didn't know who you wanted. So I figured I'd go into the Danger Room to work out, and I knew you'd follow. I kept my distance 'cause I wanted you to make the first move..." A smirk came upon Logan's face as he brushed Remy's hand away from his length and placed it to the young Cajun's mouth. "Since you don't seem to be talking much, why don't you put that mouth of yours to good use... and while yer doing that, I'll make you fly, kid."
Remy gladly took Logan's member into his mouth, but only the head of it at first. He could be such a tease, and most of his lovers knew it. He carefully licked and sucked at the tip of Logan's length, allowing a loud moan to escape the Canadian, almost like a growl. The head of his own length started to drip pre-cum, down onto Logan's hand, as he was getting even closer to his own orgasm. It felt so good to do something like this... to be so close to someone, and to be desired.
A growl escaped Logan's lips. The damn kid was definitely a tease, that was for sure. His mouth was so hot and wet, it felt like heaven to be wrapped around just the head of his member. He smirked, seeing the pre cum drip from Remy's own dick, showing he was getting close to his orgasm. Logan had to admit he never was with a man before, but being with Remy like this, it was better than any woman he had ever slept with. The kid had good looks, talent, and that damn sexy accent. If Remy wanted to tease him, then perhaps he should do it back. He stopped jerking Remy's length so hard and just moved his hand up and down the length with a gentle touch, only letting his calloused fingertips move over his member. Logan groaned, watching Remy eagerly take more of his own dick into his mouth, as if begging Logan to touch him more, to get him to his peak.
A loud moan escaped Remy's lips, feeling Logan's hand slow down on him, just moving those large fingertips over his member. It was too much for him and the young Cajun began to buck his hips up to Logan's hand, wanting to be touched some more, to feel his entire hand moving up and down his hardened member, to jerk it harshly like he had done earlier. Remy quickly took more of Logan's dick into his mouth, showing how much he wanted him, how much he needed him. His head started to buck up and down each inch of Logan's member, taking it all the way down his throat (which made him gag a bit), all the way to the tip, his tongue and teeth gently scraping at the belly of his enlarged member, while Logan's hand finally moved back over his own length and started jerking it again.
Logan growled even louder, feeling Remy's mouth work wonders on him. The damn kid felt like a pro, he knew what he was doing and how to use his mouth on a guy, and it was driving Logan wild. It took a few more minutes of the bliss of Remy's mouth on his dick to make him groan out in pleasure, and his seed start to fill the younger man's mouth. As soon as he came, Remy came as well, right into Logan's hand, and on his own chest. Once Logan's orgasm ended, he smirked down at the Cajun and slowly slide his dick out of his mouth, moving his hand to his own mouth and licking up Remy's seed from it. "You taste good, Cajun ... best head I ever got from anyone." Logan said in his gruff voice, watching the young man panting and trying to catch his breath.
Remy never felt an orgasm as good as the one Logan had given him, and all he did was use his hand on him. His breathing was hard and ragged as he looked up at the Cajun, some of Logan's cum dripping from his mouth as he spoke. "Merci... Logan ... dat was de best one ah ever 'ad, too... Wanna do it again sometime?"
With a grin, Logan leaned down and placed a kiss on the Cajun's mouth, tasting himself on the Cajun's mouth. He couldn't help but smirk down at the young man, as the kiss was finally broken. "Sure... I'm thinkin' this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Cajun."
THE END