Catch Me If You Can (Wolverine/Gambit, R)
Title: Catch Me If You Can
Fandom: Wolverine: Origins (Marvel Movieverse)
Pairing: Wolverine/Gambit
Rating: Hard R (Smut!)
Spoilers: some references to events in Origins.
Word Count: 845
Summary: It's not that hard for Logan to catch a thief. Hold on to him? That's a different story.
(A/N: Another marvel_kink fill.)
Remy rattled the handcuffs attaching him to the chair. "Logan, c'mon, you can't be serious."
Logan rubbed bridge of his nose; the kid hadn't shut up since getting grabbed just outside Baton Rouge and it was giving Logan a pounding migraine. "You stole a 1000 year old jade statue worth $10 million. I'm serious." His phone refused to get a signal and Logan was beginning to take it personally. "And believe me, I know some of the people chasing you. You should be glad I got there first."
Remy rolled his eyes. "So you're what, a bounty hunter now?"
"Personal favor, actually. The man you robbed is an old friend from Japan."
"He's yakuza, Logan! You know what they do to thieves?" He rattled the cuffs again. "We're old friends, too, Logan. Don't do this to me."
"Funny how you're the only one who remembers us being friends."
Remy let out a long breath. "That's not my fault. They did that to you, messed wit' your head, an' I'm sorry. But we are friends. And I been locked up before, I'm not doin' it again."
Logan turned his back on his prisoner so Remy wouldn't see the doubt on his face. He owed Yashida a great deal --- the man and his family had helped put his mind back together --- but it was true that he was yakuza and wasn't known for his mercy. "I gave him my word. I can't break that."
"There has to be somethin' I can do to convince you."
"There's not...." Something in Remy's tone had caught his attention; apparently he'd decided to try something other than pleading. He turned around and saw a grin on Remy's face, his eyes hooded and leering. "Wait, what are you offering?"
The grin broadened. "Depends. What're you up for?"
Logan felt his eyebrow quirk up. If he didn't know better.... He shook his head, chasing the thought away.
"I can tell you're interested."
"No." He was interested. Remy smelled of arousal, not desperation, and Logan couldn't stop himself from getting hard in response. To make matters worse, every night since he found out exactly who he was chasing he'd had the same dream, a dream about a beautiful kid laughing as he piloted a plane that seemed like it was going to shake apart beneath them any second. It felt more like memory than dream and made him wonder if Remy hadn't been telling the truth the whole time. More to the point, the dream made him wake up hard every night and having Remy tied up in the flesh right in front of him was rapidly seeming like a terrible idea.
"C'mon. I'm pretty talented."
"No!"
Remy sighed. "Fine. Don't let me go. Deliver me up to your friend the gangster, we both know I'll get away. Doesn't mean we have to just sit around looking at each other 'till your ride shows up." He shifted the cuffs around the arms of the chair so that he was crouching. "No strings attached. Don't even have to uncuff me."
Logan made the mistake of stepping towards him. Remy leaned forward and grabbed his jean's zipper with his teeth and slowly pulled it down. Logan undid the button of his jeans, his hands seemingly moving of their own accord. He was already painfully hard; Remy licked slowly up his shaft as he led Logan into his mouth with his tongue. Logan braced himself against the chair as Remy deep-throated him, then drew back and alternated sucking and licking. Logan tangled his hands in Remy's hair and let out a low moan; he felt Remy's laugh rumble through him. Remy's eyes flashed up to meet his as he sucked harder. Logan came with a shout and felt his legs go weak.
Before he knew what was happening Remy had slipped the cuffs and maneuvered Logan around so he was standing and Logan was in the chair. "Could have done that any time," Remy whispered into his ear. Logan could smell his come on the Cajun's breath. "I've just been waitin' too long to do that to let the chance pass me by. He leaned forward and kissed Logan on the lips, one hand trailing down Logan's chest as the other cuffed him to the chair. "Be seein' you, mon ami."
And to make matters worse, as Remy slipped out the door Logan spotted his wallet disappearing into the kid's coat pocket. He slumped in the chair and stared ruefully at the handcuffs, his pulse still pounding in his temples. They were nothing to cut through, of course, but it was the principle of the thing.
Still, he had to admire Remy a little bit: the kid always made things interesting. Even though he knew he could probably still catch up to him without too much trouble, Logan decided to give Remy's a day's head start. The longer he let Gambit run, the better it would be when he caught him again.
And this time, Logan would be the one to decide when things ended.
Fandom: Wolverine: Origins (Marvel Movieverse)
Pairing: Wolverine/Gambit
Rating: Hard R (Smut!)
Spoilers: some references to events in Origins.
Word Count: 845
Summary: It's not that hard for Logan to catch a thief. Hold on to him? That's a different story.
(A/N: Another marvel_kink fill.)
Remy rattled the handcuffs attaching him to the chair. "Logan, c'mon, you can't be serious."
Logan rubbed bridge of his nose; the kid hadn't shut up since getting grabbed just outside Baton Rouge and it was giving Logan a pounding migraine. "You stole a 1000 year old jade statue worth $10 million. I'm serious." His phone refused to get a signal and Logan was beginning to take it personally. "And believe me, I know some of the people chasing you. You should be glad I got there first."
Remy rolled his eyes. "So you're what, a bounty hunter now?"
"Personal favor, actually. The man you robbed is an old friend from Japan."
"He's yakuza, Logan! You know what they do to thieves?" He rattled the cuffs again. "We're old friends, too, Logan. Don't do this to me."
"Funny how you're the only one who remembers us being friends."
Remy let out a long breath. "That's not my fault. They did that to you, messed wit' your head, an' I'm sorry. But we are friends. And I been locked up before, I'm not doin' it again."
Logan turned his back on his prisoner so Remy wouldn't see the doubt on his face. He owed Yashida a great deal --- the man and his family had helped put his mind back together --- but it was true that he was yakuza and wasn't known for his mercy. "I gave him my word. I can't break that."
"There has to be somethin' I can do to convince you."
"There's not...." Something in Remy's tone had caught his attention; apparently he'd decided to try something other than pleading. He turned around and saw a grin on Remy's face, his eyes hooded and leering. "Wait, what are you offering?"
The grin broadened. "Depends. What're you up for?"
Logan felt his eyebrow quirk up. If he didn't know better.... He shook his head, chasing the thought away.
"I can tell you're interested."
"No." He was interested. Remy smelled of arousal, not desperation, and Logan couldn't stop himself from getting hard in response. To make matters worse, every night since he found out exactly who he was chasing he'd had the same dream, a dream about a beautiful kid laughing as he piloted a plane that seemed like it was going to shake apart beneath them any second. It felt more like memory than dream and made him wonder if Remy hadn't been telling the truth the whole time. More to the point, the dream made him wake up hard every night and having Remy tied up in the flesh right in front of him was rapidly seeming like a terrible idea.
"C'mon. I'm pretty talented."
"No!"
Remy sighed. "Fine. Don't let me go. Deliver me up to your friend the gangster, we both know I'll get away. Doesn't mean we have to just sit around looking at each other 'till your ride shows up." He shifted the cuffs around the arms of the chair so that he was crouching. "No strings attached. Don't even have to uncuff me."
Logan made the mistake of stepping towards him. Remy leaned forward and grabbed his jean's zipper with his teeth and slowly pulled it down. Logan undid the button of his jeans, his hands seemingly moving of their own accord. He was already painfully hard; Remy licked slowly up his shaft as he led Logan into his mouth with his tongue. Logan braced himself against the chair as Remy deep-throated him, then drew back and alternated sucking and licking. Logan tangled his hands in Remy's hair and let out a low moan; he felt Remy's laugh rumble through him. Remy's eyes flashed up to meet his as he sucked harder. Logan came with a shout and felt his legs go weak.
Before he knew what was happening Remy had slipped the cuffs and maneuvered Logan around so he was standing and Logan was in the chair. "Could have done that any time," Remy whispered into his ear. Logan could smell his come on the Cajun's breath. "I've just been waitin' too long to do that to let the chance pass me by. He leaned forward and kissed Logan on the lips, one hand trailing down Logan's chest as the other cuffed him to the chair. "Be seein' you, mon ami."
And to make matters worse, as Remy slipped out the door Logan spotted his wallet disappearing into the kid's coat pocket. He slumped in the chair and stared ruefully at the handcuffs, his pulse still pounding in his temples. They were nothing to cut through, of course, but it was the principle of the thing.
Still, he had to admire Remy a little bit: the kid always made things interesting. Even though he knew he could probably still catch up to him without too much trouble, Logan decided to give Remy's a day's head start. The longer he let Gambit run, the better it would be when he caught him again.
And this time, Logan would be the one to decide when things ended.