For elebridith - Seasonal Gift, Remy/Logan (NC-17)
Title: Seasonal Gift
Rating: NC-17
Words: 830
Warnings: Bondage
Spoilers: None
Fandom/Pairing: Wolverine: Origins, Remy/Logan
A/N: Logan tried to keep away from celebrating the holidays...
He doesn't remember if he had any Christmas traditions, somehow he doubts it, so Logan's plan for the holiday is to buy a bottle of the good stuff and hole up in his rented apartment, away from all the damn cheery people, lights and sharp smells. He could definitely do without another sneezing attack brought on by those damned Hyacinths.
Of course it doesn't' work out that way, cause when does things ever work according to plan? Never is the answer, especially with the Cajun in his life.
He can smell him in the hallway outside his place, that smokey, boozy sweetness that is purely Remy and damned if his cock isn't responding to that alone. Growling to himself Logan speeds his steps and soon he eyes his (still) locked door. Cheeky bastard re-locked it after he picked it. Sighing, Logan shifts the bag in his arms and fumbles for his keys. When he finally gets the door open he tethers on the edge of horny and annoyed and calls into to the apartment:
"You couldn' get off that pretty skinny ass to open the door could you?" The only answer he gets is a muffled sound and the squeak of bed-springs; it makes him raise an eyebrow. What the heck was the boy up to?
The answer is quickly apparent when he drops the bag on the counter and takes the last few steps into the small bedroom. He can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. Remy has managed to tie himself to the bed with red silk ropes, legs spread and hands securely above his head, a gag is in his mouth, likely he didn't trust himself not to spoil the surprise and Logan can see the effect his gaze is having on the slender man as his cock twitches against his stomach.
"Now that's somethin' I could get used to..." Remy's glare is probably meant to be menacing but it comes out more desperate. Logan chuckles and starts to shed his clothing, as soon as he's naked he climbs onto the bed, bending to have a taste of Remy's skin ere and there as he goes. Goosebumps rise in his wake and he chuckles again.
"You've been 'ere a while, haven't you, darlin'. All laid out an' waiting for me..." Remy bucks as Logan laps over a nipple once, twice, before nipping slightly. The Cajun curses are almost audible now despite the gag and Logan makes a sound deep in his chest. He is holding his body just above Remy's, not quite touching, and looks him in the eye before reaching up to undo the gag.
"Merde, cher... don' tease me.." The crack in Remy's voice goes straight to Logan's cock and he relents and lowers himself to slide against Remy's form, marveling again over how well they fit together. He hisses as their cocks touch and he swallows Remy's drawn out whine in a hungry kiss. His hands are busy as well, one disappearing in between the Cajun's legs and the other securing a hold in the auburn locks tightening until Remy's chest is vibrating with his moan.
His questing fingers find the entrance slicked and ready and Logan growls at the thought of Remy kneeling on the bed, sliding his long slender fingers into himself, biting back moans and struggling to keep his composure...
"What you do to me, boy...", he whispers softly as he lines up and sinks into Remy's heat with a slow. calculated movement. The litany of curses, french and English mangled together into incoherence, rise and fall with his movements, sweat makes their chests glide easily against each other and Logan buries his head against Remy's neck, breathing deeply and filling his senses with his companion.
The bed rattles with the force of their coupling and when Logan reaches his release with a near roar and Remy follows over the edge with a loud drawn out curse the neighbours are banging on the wall for them to shut up. They lie together a long while, their breathing slowing until it's in sync with the other ones. As soon as he can move Logan stretches out an arm, a single claw extending, and cuts the ropes binding Remy's arms to the bedpost.
"Merci, cher... and merry Christmas", Remy says as he shifts and gets rid of the rope around his legs as well before settling half on top of Logan. "Now, did ah hear de clinkin' of bottles when you got in?"
Logan grunts his confirmation but as Remy starts to move he tightens his grip. "Let me enjoy my gift a bit longer, kid"
Remy huffs in amusement. "You can enjoy me all through de holidays, cher... I have nowhere else I'd rather be."
Logan grins and loosens his grip and if he feels a slight spark of Christmas spirit when he watches his younger lover walk out into the kitchen buck naked no one really needs to know.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 830
Warnings: Bondage
Spoilers: None
Fandom/Pairing: Wolverine: Origins, Remy/Logan
A/N: Logan tried to keep away from celebrating the holidays...
He doesn't remember if he had any Christmas traditions, somehow he doubts it, so Logan's plan for the holiday is to buy a bottle of the good stuff and hole up in his rented apartment, away from all the damn cheery people, lights and sharp smells. He could definitely do without another sneezing attack brought on by those damned Hyacinths.
Of course it doesn't' work out that way, cause when does things ever work according to plan? Never is the answer, especially with the Cajun in his life.
He can smell him in the hallway outside his place, that smokey, boozy sweetness that is purely Remy and damned if his cock isn't responding to that alone. Growling to himself Logan speeds his steps and soon he eyes his (still) locked door. Cheeky bastard re-locked it after he picked it. Sighing, Logan shifts the bag in his arms and fumbles for his keys. When he finally gets the door open he tethers on the edge of horny and annoyed and calls into to the apartment:
"You couldn' get off that pretty skinny ass to open the door could you?" The only answer he gets is a muffled sound and the squeak of bed-springs; it makes him raise an eyebrow. What the heck was the boy up to?
The answer is quickly apparent when he drops the bag on the counter and takes the last few steps into the small bedroom. He can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. Remy has managed to tie himself to the bed with red silk ropes, legs spread and hands securely above his head, a gag is in his mouth, likely he didn't trust himself not to spoil the surprise and Logan can see the effect his gaze is having on the slender man as his cock twitches against his stomach.
"Now that's somethin' I could get used to..." Remy's glare is probably meant to be menacing but it comes out more desperate. Logan chuckles and starts to shed his clothing, as soon as he's naked he climbs onto the bed, bending to have a taste of Remy's skin ere and there as he goes. Goosebumps rise in his wake and he chuckles again.
"You've been 'ere a while, haven't you, darlin'. All laid out an' waiting for me..." Remy bucks as Logan laps over a nipple once, twice, before nipping slightly. The Cajun curses are almost audible now despite the gag and Logan makes a sound deep in his chest. He is holding his body just above Remy's, not quite touching, and looks him in the eye before reaching up to undo the gag.
"Merde, cher... don' tease me.." The crack in Remy's voice goes straight to Logan's cock and he relents and lowers himself to slide against Remy's form, marveling again over how well they fit together. He hisses as their cocks touch and he swallows Remy's drawn out whine in a hungry kiss. His hands are busy as well, one disappearing in between the Cajun's legs and the other securing a hold in the auburn locks tightening until Remy's chest is vibrating with his moan.
His questing fingers find the entrance slicked and ready and Logan growls at the thought of Remy kneeling on the bed, sliding his long slender fingers into himself, biting back moans and struggling to keep his composure...
"What you do to me, boy...", he whispers softly as he lines up and sinks into Remy's heat with a slow. calculated movement. The litany of curses, french and English mangled together into incoherence, rise and fall with his movements, sweat makes their chests glide easily against each other and Logan buries his head against Remy's neck, breathing deeply and filling his senses with his companion.
The bed rattles with the force of their coupling and when Logan reaches his release with a near roar and Remy follows over the edge with a loud drawn out curse the neighbours are banging on the wall for them to shut up. They lie together a long while, their breathing slowing until it's in sync with the other ones. As soon as he can move Logan stretches out an arm, a single claw extending, and cuts the ropes binding Remy's arms to the bedpost.
"Merci, cher... and merry Christmas", Remy says as he shifts and gets rid of the rope around his legs as well before settling half on top of Logan. "Now, did ah hear de clinkin' of bottles when you got in?"
Logan grunts his confirmation but as Remy starts to move he tightens his grip. "Let me enjoy my gift a bit longer, kid"
Remy huffs in amusement. "You can enjoy me all through de holidays, cher... I have nowhere else I'd rather be."
Logan grins and loosens his grip and if he feels a slight spark of Christmas spirit when he watches his younger lover walk out into the kitchen buck naked no one really needs to know.