FIC: Underneath the Lies (Remy/Logan) X-men AU NC-17 part 1

[xantissa]

Underneath the Lies

Author: Xantissa
Pairing: Logan (Wolverine)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
Rating: Strong NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine so don't sue me
Warnings: graphic m/m sex. Alternate Universe.
Summary: Logan is a secret agent for the FBI gathering evidence against the mob. Remy is a spy hired by gangsters to become Logan's lover and spy on him. However, things go a little different than planned. There is not much action, just romance. Well kind of.
Thanks to: Linda (LS) for the greatest beta ever. You are the best 
01-01-2004

Part 1


Chapter 1

Logan POV

The weather was fucking terrible. It was raining the whole week and all Logan wanted right now was to finally go to sleep and rest. He'd been working without rest on the Essex case, and he had had enough.

He parked his car in front of the old, rusty building and cursed the rain once more when cold streams of water ran behind his collar. He straightened his leather jacket and jogged to the building. He lived on the fourth floor – last one. He liked this place. Remote from other people, situated among warehouses.

Logan could already smell him on the second floor. The slightly spicy, sad scent startled him because he NEVER had visitors. Hell, hardly anyone KNEW where he lived. At first he couldn't classify the scent. It took him a few moments to realize that he knew it.

He’d seen the young man, Remy or something like it, once or twice. His coworkers sometimes paid him for info. The gossip said the kid was a master in finding useful info. But Logan never met him,never knew him personally. Still he remembered his scent…

Finally, reaching the fourth floor he saw him. A pitiful bundle of arms and soaked clothes curled on his doorstep.

He approached him slowly, silently. His mutant hearing allowing him to hear the even breathing. The kid was obviously asleep.

Not knowing what came over him, he stared at the young man.

Shoulder length auburn hair now dirty and wet was escaping the loose ponytail. Sharp cheekbones were highlighted by the blue light on outside of the door. The obligatory trench coat didn't seem to protect the soaked kid from the cold. His arms were tightly wrapped around himself. The ever present sunglasses hid his eyes. Logan couldn't remember ever seeing the kid's eyes.

Logan's hazel eyes returned to the beautiful, almost innocent face. The faint trace of stubble made the boy to look more masculine. Logan remembered the boy was taller than him, but right now he looked so skinny and vulnerable that he reminded him of a child.

One cheek was darker, probably a not so old bruise. Logan couldn't imagine why he was here. Nor could he decide what to do.

His dilemma was resolved when the boy woke up. He stirred, his breathing changed its rhythm and suddenly he raised his head.

"What are you doing here?" Logan asked, his voice as usual gruff and unpleasant.

The kid swallowed and then answered.

"Remy needed a safe place to hide. No one knows where you live… and people, dey usually afraid of you, so Remy came here."

There was sadness and despair Logan could easily smell on the younger man. Now, when he moved the bandage on one slender wrist was also easily seen.

Logan stood in the entrance to the bathroom and watched the Cajun. He still hadn't figured out how the hell the kid got him to agree to him staying here.

Gambit slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slowly took it off. He seemed to not notice Logan observing him, but Logan knew better. He had caught the change in the kid's breathing. Still, he watched the muscles of those long arms rippling when he was undressing. Still the kid proceeded to undress…

There was something almost hypnotizing in the thief taking off one piece of clothing at a time.

He was beautifully built. His long slender, elegant body was definitely eye-catching.

The Cajun washed his hands and then unbuttoned his Levi's. There was a loud /slump/ when the wet material hit the floor. Remy was now standing only in his briefs and started to slowly unwrap the bandage from his left wrist. Never once did he take his glasses off.

"Why are you wearing glasses?"

Remy stilled, his head bent, completely focused on his wrist. Logan KNEW he wouldn't get an answer. The kid was like an oyster – kept his mouth shut. He refused to explain to Logan just exactly WHY was he sleeping on his doorstep. He merely stared at him in silence, smelling of fear, loneliness and despair.

Logan just couldn't stand it. So he opened the door and let the kid stay.

Right now he wanted to see his eyes. Maybe they would tell him something? That was what he told himself, what he NEEDED to believe. It had nothing to do with the strange need to see his eyes, to make sure they were as beautiful as the kid was.

Without thinking about his actions he stepped into the silent bathroom and standing next to the almost naked kid, he reached out a hand to his face and slowly grabbed the glasses. He froze for a second to make sure Remy wouldn't do anything to stop him and took them off.

He gasped, staring at the red on black eyes. They were the most extraordinary and beautiful thing he ever saw. When those orbs of fire locked with his hazel gaze a slight shiver ran through him.

There was confusion and vulnerability… as well as a strange, almost alien sensual expression. His nose twitched at the wave of pheromones rolling off the kid. He didn't need to look to be able to tell that the thief had a major hard on and that it was for HIM.

Logan started to withdraw his still raised hand and then Remy moved. A small twist of his neck, bending of that pretty head and suddenly Logan felt the cold, slightly wet lips brushing the inside of his wrist. He shivered once more and for a brief moment had the urge to grab the kid's head and draw him into a kiss. He ached to taste the soft moist lips, now partly opened.

The short moment was stretched to the whole of eternity. Both men standing in the middle of the silent, barely lit bathroom. Logan's arm frozen in place and that incredible mouth touching it. Lightly enough, so there was nothing REAL, nothing INSISTENT but still there was an ocean of possibilities.

And Logan's need. He was never into men. He never had a male lover, only women. It was strange for him to react so STRONG to a… boy.

The only thing he was able to hear was Remy's shallow breathing and the dripping of the faucet.

"You should take a shower. You can use these clothes." Logan said abruptly, jerking away from the strange moment. He dropped the bundle of clothes he was holding and left the bathroom. He needed time to get his head straight and fresh air. The pheromones coming off the kid were playing havoc with his senses.

* * *

It had been three days. Three days of constantly watching the beautiful, silent thief living now in his apartment and BEING watched by the kid.

That first situation in the bathroom – that could be just an effect of stress or whatever the hell had happened that day. But the Cajun didn't stop there.

Logan remembered one morning. He always slept nude and wasn't used to sharing his place with someone else. So when he woke up he went to the bathroom to take a hot shower and then returned to the bedroom and started to dress.

After a while he caught the scent of pheromones. He raised his head and in the mirror he saw red on black eyes watching him. They locked their gazes for a long moment. Then the thief lowered his gaze looking him up and down as if admiring every rippling muscle in Logan's backside. Then, ever so slowly, the fiery gaze returned to his eyes.

Remy was wearing only the sweat pants Logan had lent him. The material was old and faded and obviously too big for him. The pants hung dangerously low on his narrow hips. The face was as usual strikingly handsome and Logan wondered how the hell the kid managed to look that good when he hadn't been sleeping?

Logan knew it for sure, because his hearing allowed him to catch the soft, terrified whispers and moans coming from the guest bedroom. As well as the choked scream and the endless pacing. The Cajun woke up after two or three hours of fitful sleep and then spent the rest of the night pacing or thrashing on the bed. Still, he looked beautiful in the morning.

Now, when he was staring at Logan with those strange, yet very sensual eyes he felt a sudden rush of arousal. The scent coming off the thief changed when he saw Logan's hardening member in the mirror.

He came on silent feet and stood mere inches from Logan's spine. He was so close that Logan could easily hear the thief's heartbeat and feel his body heat.

After what seemed an eternity Remy moved his hand. Slowly, almost tentatively he reached out. Logan felt the lightest touch on the base of his spine. The fingers were soft, delicate, and slightly cold like the fingers of a female. Or a thief.

He could smell the arousal and fear. He wondered why the kid was so intent on seducing him, because that was what he was doing, when he was still a little afraid of him.

Remy stroked his spine in one long movement, from the base of his spine to his high sensitive neck and back down. He couldn't restrain a shudder and saw a slow, sexy smile curve the boy's sensual lips. He moved his head so that long, silky bangs fell on his face.

Slowly, still touching Logan's body, he moved until he was in front of Logan. His hand now touching the curly hair on his chest. He looked into the bewildered hazel eyes and slowly let his hand slide down to the now fully erect member.

"Don't…" croaked Logan. His head was spinning, tormented by two desires; One to push the thief away. He wasn't gay! He wasn't interested in men! The second was to stand still and watch that beautiful creature, watch what he would do?

"Shh… cher, let Remy help… Let Remy take care of dis…" He whispered softly while touching the burning, thick cock, with only his fingertips.

"Why?" asked Logan, his voice strangled.

Red on black eyes flickered to his once more.

"Y' helped Remy… let Remy help y'," He whispered softly.

Before Logan had even the time to think, the thief gracefully sank to his knees. Long careful fingers wrapped around his length and squeezing lightly. He couldn't restrain a moan that tore its way out of his chest.

Mere seconds later he felt hot, moist breath touch the raging head. A shudder came through him and then, suddenly he was encased in that hot mouth. All his brain cells fled his mind when tongue touched his heated skin. Licking along the slit, teasing the swelled veins. Almost instinctively he reached out to grab something, to balance himself. He barely registered the soft, auburn hair under his fingers. He caught two fistfuls of the Cajun's hair as he slowly swallowed all of his length, encasing it in the heat and wetness that was driving him out of his mind. He felt the tongue massaging the sensitive underside and the sheer pleasure of it caused him to buck. Surprisingly, Remy didn't choke. He merely relaxed his throat allowing Logan to fuck his mouth, all the time swallowing around his hard cock.

It was too much to bear and he felt his muscles tense and that hot feeling spreading from the base of his spine. His vision darkened and then he shot his entire load into that STILL swallowing throat.

He shook in the spasms of a powerful and all too sudden orgasm while Remy proceeded to milk his cock for the last drop. When he finally came to his senses he eased the death grip on the thief's hair and let him free.

The boy backed off slightly, just enough to let Logan's now softening cock free. He was still on his knees not making any move to get up. Logan noticed just how beautiful his spine was flexed in that position. Then the kid looked up, long, incredibly soft, auburn bangs partially hiding his face and just a glimpse of those alien red on black eyes staring up at him.

Something deep in those hot orbs, deep sensual… something, told Logan that if he surrendered there would be much, much more. The thief was obviously VERY experienced. The way he sucked his cock made him almost loose his mind with pleasure.

Just as suddenly as they disappeared earlier, his senses returned. A man had just given him head for God's sake! Panic rising in his throat he broke the eye contact and backed off.

He stumbled and in near panic reached for his clothes then fled the room, leaving the confused kid behind.

That happened the previous night. Logan had left the flat and returned only now. It was way after two o'clock and he was dead tired. He buried himself in work trying not to think about what happened in his bedroom.

He thought the kid would be asleep but he never really was. Only now Logan realized that Remy was NEVER asleep. At least he had never seen him REALLY sleeping.

He made his way to the kitchen, taking his old jacket out on the way. He wanted to grab something to eat, take a shower and go to bed.

His nose told him that the kid was in the kitchen. He paused at the entrance not sure what to do. He was ashamed of what had happened. Ashamed of letting the boy go down on his knees in front of him and suck him off. He was also ashamed of his cowardice, his inability to look the boy in the eyes.

Now his head was much clearer and he decided it was time to face him. He slowly entered the kitchen only to see Remy dressed in the all too familiar sweat pants and few sizes too big tee shirt, standing at the counter slicing bread.

"Allo, Logan," the thief greeted him softly. "Remy dink y' might be hungry, so he decided to make y' some sandwiches while y' go shower."

Logan wanted to say something, to mention the previous night but couldn't stand against such a temptation and fled the kitchen to take a shower, never noticing a sly smile curving the thief's lips.

Twenty minutes later he came back, dressed in fresh clothes, and spotted the plate of sandwiches before he saw Remy. The man was finishing washing the dishes. He dried his hands and moved to make a place for Logan. While passing him, he pushed his buttocks so that they were firmly pressed against the heavier man's crotch.

It lasted only for a brief moment but still left Logan wondering about the FEEL of those two hard globes pressed so snugly against his flesh. Just how it would feel like to touch them without all that clothing and… He quickly shook his mind of such thoughts and looked after the retreating thief.

"Remy," He called out.

The thief stopped and slowly turned around. He looked Logan straight in the eye and in that stare was a hidden uncertainty.

"Ya don't have to… offer yourself. I ain't gonna throw you out. I already said ya can stay here."

The boy was looking incredibly young and tempting at the same time.

"Merci beaucoup," the Cajun said softly, after an endless moment of staring into his eyes as if seeking an answer. "But dat not the only reason," he said and then left.

* * *

One day later, Logan was lying in his bed listening to strangled cries from the other room and wondered why the hell he couldn't forget he ever heard them. Today, he finally admitted to himself that the constant pressure that Remy put on him, his sometimes subtle, sometimes not, attempts to seduce him had some effects after all. When he was jerking off in the shower, he caught himself imagining that lean, slender body and auburn hair at his feet, sucking him just perfectly.

"Non!" A second cry and Logan realized that it must have been more than a simple bad dream. The fear in the rich Cajun voice made him get up and walk to the other bedroom.

Carefully he peered into the dark interior. The sheets were all tangled up and Remy was lying on the edge of the bed, curled into a fetal position and breathing hard. He smelled bad – of fear and despair.

Logan stepped into the smaller bedroom and walked to the bed.

"Remy," he called softly.

The curled form on the bed shook violently and the stench of fear was almost suffocating. Remy was obviously very scared and needed help.

Logan finally reached out a hand and touched the boy's shoulder. He flinched at first but when Logan continued to talk to him soothing nonsense, he calmed a little and moved INTO the touch.

There was nothing sexual in the movement. The Cajun just needed some tenderness and comfort. Seeing that physical contact was helping, Logan carefully moved onto the bed and pulled the Cajun into an embrace. Still the young man refused to uncurl from the protective, fetal position.

Slowly he calmed, the nightmare obviously easing its hold on Remy and he woke up. Logan could easily see that he was startled to see Logan in his bed, holding him, comforting. Red on black eyes wide and not completely cleared of the sleep.

"Logan?" he croaked, the exhaustion now clearly visible on his face.

"Sleep. I'll stay with you," Logan said in a low, gentle voice that was so unlike him. He also felt strange, unsure of himself. He still didn't know what he was doing in that bed with a young, attractive man that had been trying to seduce him for the past week. His nose twitched while he tasted the air. Only now did he realize that he was doing it because he wanted to SMELL the Cajun.

So very slowly and hesitantly the kid stretched along Logan's body and then, as if testing his chances, Remy tried to snuggle closer. The stocky Canadian sighed and opened his arms in silent invitation. In less than a second, the kid was all but wrapped around him like ivy. Long, lean legs and arms tangled with thicker, wirier ones.

Logan lay in silence for a long time listening to even, soft breathing tickling his neck with hot, misty puffs of air and wondered how the hell it had all started. How could he have fallen for him? He had never been attracted to a man before… he unconsciously stroked the thief's bare back and decided to get some sleep as well.

* * *

Logan was sitting in the dark room, resting comfortably in the old armchair and kept a glass full of whiskey in his hand. He was near closing the Essex case and couldn't free his mind from considering all the aspects that could have gone wrong, facts that were left unexposed, evidence wrongly cataloged, and procedural mistakes. He knew that if he made a mistake, no matter how small, Essex’s lawyers would probably find it and use it to make a rope they would hang him with.

He sighed and took a long swig of the alcohol. There was one thing that surely could distract him. The thief. It was already nine days since he’d come to live at the apartment and the whole time Logan hadn't asked what had him scared so much. Nor did he ask about the nightmares. Ever since that night when he finally broke and went to ease the kid's nightmares he made sure he left before Remy woke up and returned late in the night. However, the Cajun always waited for him, preparing dinner for him, watching him a little too closely and using every occasion to press that firm round ass of his into Logan's body.

Now he couldn't stop wondering about the feel of it, the lean, well-sculptured body. Just how would it be to really taste him?

A sudden whiff of scent caused him to turn his head. Right there, partly hidden in shadows stood Remy. He was wearing his Levis and Logan's tee shirt. He could actually SMELL their mixed scents and it was making him so hard, it was almost painful. Today however, something was different. The kid smelled different. Stronger. There was almost no fear in him now and Logan shivered thinking that probably this was the day. Today it would happen.

Chapter 2

Remy POV

He stood in the doorway, deep in the shadows that were natural to him and was perfectly aware that Logan could easily see him. He knew all about the other man's mutation. After all, before taking the assignment he’d gathered a pretty thick file about the mysterious Canadian.

He usually didn't work for the mob, but Mr. Essex had information that Remy wasn't able to gather himself, information that he was desperate to gain. So he decided to seduce Logan. Getting into his house was easier than he’d first suspected. It occurred to him that the Canadian was more prone to his Charm than other people.

Remy knew he couldn't use much of it. If he had wanted to, he could have dragged Logan to bed the first night but it would be nothing different than rape, because people struck with his Charm didn't really have any choice.

Things however, went a little different. Logan was much more complicated than he’d thought at first. All of his sources confirmed that he was an animalistic, feral man. That was why Remy designed his character so that he could put the most pressure on the strong man. Appearing weak, scared, and needing protection was the perfect way to press Logan.

Soon, he felt obligated to help Remy. The more or less subtle attempts at seducing him were however, very haphazard. Remy couldn't be sure how he would react to another man touching him.

His empathy told him what Logan felt since their first encounter, the reluctant attraction and confusion. And it wasn't only his Charm. It was between them. Attraction. Lust. Desire. He thought they could have had sex a lot earlier. He planned on seducing Logan that morning in his bedroom when he gave him a blowjob, but things went sideways.

Feeling Logan's emotions – want and confusion fear and anger… Remy couldn't use his charm on him. Couldn't push him more. So he offered him release instead.

What surprised Remy was his own lust. He actually wanted the older man. The tenderness Logan showed him was also surprising. He never planned on having nightmares or pretended it. They were real and Logan's silent comfort was more than anyone had given him in years.

While waiting for Logan, doing something to ease his stress he’d almost forgotten why he was there.

He had searched the entire flat except the master bedroom. He knew Logan would smell him there. He gathered information that Logan wasn't probably aware he left. After all he was a master thief and a spy.

He knew that the only way to search Logan's bedroom would be to finally spend a night there. But, to tell the truth, he wasn't thinking about it at all.

Logan's heavily muscled body stretched lazily in the armchair was sending shivers down his spine. All that power, unyielding strength, loyalty and passion caught in such a powerful package caused butterflies to fill Remy's stomach. He licked his lips in anticipation. For eight days he wondered how it would be to surrender to such a hard, rough man. Be taken by him?

He felt the sudden change in Logan's mood and KNEW what it meant. Logan had finally stopped fighting. Remy changed his position. He knew he looked deceivingly relaxed.

Slowly, he started approaching Logan. The tension between them so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Remy found those feral hazel eyes and locked his gaze with the Wolverine. Using every ounce of his grace, he crossed the room. Logan's eyes left his and started roaming around his body. His hands were clenched, nostrils flared, but he didn't move. Slowly, as if approaching a wild animal, Remy stopped in front of a carefully watching Logan.

His empathy allowed him to pick up Logan's quickly rising arousal as well as a certain wariness that bordered with aggression. But eventually, with Logan, almost every emotion did. He waited until the other man's eyes returned to him and then leant forward; supporting himself on the chair's arm rests, until their faces were an inch apart.

"Cut it out. I ain't in the mood fer your games, Remy," Logan said in a harsh voice, but his eyes were trailing over the lean but muscled figure so close to him.

"Relax Cher… Remy knows what he doing…" He all but purred and ran his gaze openly down Logan's chest, stomach and down to the crotch that already started to show signs of interest. "Let Remy take care of y'," whispered the thief huskily as he leaned one more inch closer.

"Ya don't have to do this," Logan said flippantly, taking another swig of his drink, pretending the closeness of the young man didn't affect him. Remy only smiled slightly, corners of his mouth turning up, which gave him a more feline appearance. He could easily FEEL Logan straining to control himself, to pretend there was nothing between them.

Remy shivered when Logan suddenly raised his gaze to meet his. His eyes no longer hazel, more like silver, bright and hard, expression serious. Remy felt the concern rolling off Logan in waves.

"Ya don't have to be my bitch to be sure I won't throw you out. I said ya can stay, and I mean it."

Remy averted his eyes, not sure he would be able to stand looking Logan straight in the eye and lie. He shivered a little. He felt bad about deceiving Logan. He never meant to hurt him because what he was going to do would hurt the man. When he first came here he considered Logan one of those selfish, aggressive agents so full of themselves that they couldn't see the truth even if it bit them right on the ass.

But Logan was different. He was sympathetic and good at heart. From what Remy noticed he deduced that Logan strongly believed in honor and loyalty. And Remy was playing him. Pushing just the right buttons. Now it had gone too far to back off. Remy could only continue.

He was afraid that Logan would read the truth from his eyes, so he reached for the glass Logan was still holding and took it from him. He took a deep swig, emptying the glass and giving Logan a good view of his bared throat. He knew that this act of submission would speak to the animal side of the older man.

Carefully, he moved closer and slid slowly forward settling himself on Logan's lap. Still supported on the arms of the chair he bent his head and licked a wet trial from the base of the Canadian's neck to the tip of his ear.

He felt him shiver and grinned, slowly tracing a path to his lips. He stopped just millimeters from the lips, brushing them with his warm breath and then bent to again lick the side of that powerfully muscled neck. Smelling him and tasting the salty skin. His own arousal was more than obvious.

Logan moaned, hands running down Remy's sides and grabbing onto his hips, pulling him in hard and grinding up. Remy rolled his hips back, rubbing their clothed erections together, a hand going up to Logan's jaw before he pressed their lips together hard, both of them moaning into the kiss.

Teeth clashed a little, lips moving firmly against each other as neither of them backed down. Remy could tell Logan was surprised by his aggressiveness but when his body was on fire from lust, he had difficulties playing the submissive, weak boy Logan knew.

Their mouths opened to each other and Remy sucked in the tip of Logan's tongue, rolling his hips forward again before pulling away.

"Fuck…Remy," Logan grunted out, head resting back against the chair.

"Oui. Dat's de idea Cher," answered the thief. Soon after he felt Logan shake with suppressed laughter.

"Yer a tease. Who would have thought…"

Remy winced internally. Merde! He could feel Logan's confusion and he realized he’d played out of character, but it was too late. He could either go back to the previous pattern or go with the flow. With a little luck, Logan would think the change was due to the sex.

Sliding his hands into thick, wiry hair, he pulled Logan's head to him roughly and kissed him hard again. He was rewarded with moan and a DEFINITELY hard erection pressing into his thigh.

Remy smiled internally at the result of his actions, but seconds later he yelped helplessly when he felt strong, rough hands grip him by the waist and haul him off Logan's lap. He opened his eyes to see Logan standing in front of him, still gripping his waist, and devouring him with his eyes. Dilated pupils seemed to completely hide the hazel irises and Remy once again wondered why Logan never seemed fazed by staring into his red on black eyes?

The older man let go of his waist and grabbed his wrist. There was a light tug. Not entirely certain, but willing to take the lead, Logan pulled him in the direction of the bedroom.

Suddenly, Remy was in the place and he couldn't stop himself from looking at the large bed with black bed linen. It was so final.

The light touch of cold fingers to his neck surprised him and he jumped a little. He was taken aback by his nervousness. It wasn't like it was the first time he was supposed to fuck a man. Or submit to one. But this time everything was different.

It was kind of scary how fast Logan seemed to take the lead. For all Remy knew, Logan had never been attracted to a man, and now, suddenly he was completely dominating him.

Soon he felt light, wet kisses on his neck. A hand that pushed the loose, long hair to the side was now resting pressed firmly to the base of his neck and lips were brushing his highly sensitive skin. Logan stood behind him and the inability to see him was affecting Remy more than he wanted to admit. There was a slight fear. He hated men who were standing behind him- to many memories, but now it was different. He felt unsure but he was also highly turned on.

He allowed his hand to slide down to the pocket of his pants and took the small tube of lube out. Then tossed it to the bed. He felt Logan behind him tense for a brief moment and then Logan bit him HARD in the shoulder and pressed his body flat against his back. Although Logan was shorter than Remy, his considerable erection was pressing right into his buttocks. The Canadians other hand reached around him and he felt it stroking his chest lightly and then dropping down to his already hard erection and press THERE – hard. Simultaneously, the Canadian's hips pushed forward so that Remy was trapped between his hand and his unyielding, hard body. He whimpered quietly and FELT what that sound had done to his lover.

Suddenly, without any warning, Logan stepped back. The sudden withdrawal of his body heat left Remy shivering.

"Logan?"

The older man was standing a few feet away, his back against the wall, muscular arms folded on his broad chest. His stance was deceptively oblivious, but his eyes gave him away. The still fiery gaze and dilated pupils were watching him with feral intensity.

"Undress," came the soft, yet strong demand. Remy felt a shiver run down his spine.

For a long moment he just stood there, immobile, watching Logan watching him. He found it funny, that it was he who was insecure. He once again wondered just who was seducing WHO here?

"I wanna watch," Logan said in a strange, dark voice, as if sensing Remy's hesitation.

Slowly and carefully Remy took the tee shirt off, making sure that all of his muscles moved nicely during the action. Instantly, his empathy picked up the reaction.

He caressed his stomach lightly letting his hand slowly and sensually drop. He touched the waistband of his pants and froze for a moment seeking Logan's eyes with his, and only when their gazes were locked, did he push the soft fabric down.

He felt the other mans eyes darting up and down his now completely naked body. Even without his empathy, he could clearly see what the reaction was. Suddenly, Logan's gaze fixed somewhere behind him.

"Prepare yourself," Logan said, his voice no longer calm.

Slowly, Remy looked around and noticed the small tube Logan was looking at. Shivering a little, he sat on the bed and took it. Then he looked back into the fiery hazel eyes. He felt those eyes watching him as he spread his long, lean body on the black sheets.

Lightly, he touched his chest, stroking the hardened pectorals and then allowed his hands to ghost lower and lower. He touched his own straining erection and wrapped his hand around it. Slowly he started pumping it, moaning softly. His empathy went haywire when he felt all of Logan's lust and desire and admiration.

So very slowly he spread his legs just enough to give Logan a good view of his actions and then he squeezed a healthy portion of cool gel onto his palm. Closing his eyes, he reached between his legs and touched his puckered opening. He hissed a little when the cool gel touched his sensitive area but continued to imagine Logan touching him there, watching him.

He allowed his empathy to leak a little more. His insecurity had significantly lessened. He was a very confidant lover. He had a lot of experience and KNEW he was physically attractive.

Besides, his empathy told him that the Canadian was already on the edge of his self-control. His show of obliviousness was nothing more than an attempt to spice things up a little more.

Remy opened his eyes and locked his red gaze with the hazel one and then pushed one long finger inside his puckered hole. He couldn't restrain a low, helpless moan when he felt his finger slide past the tight ring of muscles. Remy liked women the same as men so his body was used to an intruder in that particular place. He felt the iron grip of his rectum on his finger ease and started pushing it deeper. Logan's eyes were glued to his moving hand and his breathing became loud and erratic.

He established a slow, tormenting rhythm of pushing the slick finger inside and out.

Suddenly, he heard a low growl and the next thing he knew the bed was dipping and a strong, rough hand holding his wrist.

He opened his eyes only to see hazel ones filled with such passion that his breath caught. Remy felt Logan slowly pulling his hand out and away. He bit his lip feeling his finger leave the hot cavern of his body. He watched as Logan froze, still holding his wrist. His nostrils flared and Remy knew he was testing the air, SMELLING him. The knowledge of that fact made it all the more arousing.

Then Logan slowly guided his arm so that it was resting flat on he pillow, inches beside his head. Then he felt Logan doing the same with his other arm. All the time he was staring right into his eyes. When both his arms were pinned to the pillow above his head, Logan growled softly.

"Don't move."

Remy felt his wrists being released but had no intention of moving. It felt surprisingly good to submit to the stronger man, allow himself to be dominated. Although Logan's words were harsh, his hands were surprisingly gentle when they touched the smooth skin of his inner thigh. The time seemed to stretch endlessly while Logan caressed his legs tenderly. Remy felt himself comply with the gentle demand and spread his legs further.

Logan continued to softly stroke his thighs from knee to hips, letting his fingers ghost over the heated, sensitive skin but he avoided the most demanding part of his body.

Finally, one of the rough hands came to rest on his straining erection and he moaned gratefully. Remy couldn't stop himself and bucked his hips, desperate for better stimulation. Logan however was gripping the erect member so lightly hat his actions brought him nothing except more frustration.

"Please…" he whispered.

Finally, the grip on his erection tightened and Logan slowly pumped. Remy closed his eyes and arched his back off the bed. His muscles rippled and stomach tensed while his arms were still on the pillow above his head.

Somewhere, between the sensations Remy's empathy picked up Logan's reaction and he repeated the movement glad that he was turning Logan on without actually touching him.

Then he felt a light, tentative touch between his buttocks. Remy opened his eyes only to see Logan staring at him with a strange expression in his eyes. Once again he felt those fingers ghosting over his puckered opening but they weren't putting any pressure on it. His breath quickened. He wanted them inside, wanted something inside! Anything to make him feel full. It took him a moment to realize that for some reason Logan was afraid of pushing his fingers in. Surely he was prepared enough!

"Please… in!" he begged shamelessly. All he wanted right now was to feel something inside.

"I…” Logan started then broke off, " I don't wanna… hurt ya."

Looking into those hazel eyes Remy understood that Logan wasn't as sure of himself as he had seemed before. Slowly, Remy reached out his right hand and touched the tense cheek. Slowly, he let his fingertips feel the warm skin, furry brows and jaw line with the dark shadow of new stubble.

His fingers flickered lightly above the surprisingly soft lips and then lowered his hand so that it was he who was holding Logan's wrist. Slowly, gazing straight into hazel eyes he directed Logan's two fingers at his opening and pushed, showing Logan that he wanted this, NEEDED this.

The surprise and awe in Logan's eyes as his fingers slid behind the guardian ring of muscles was intoxicating. Remy couldn't tear his gaze off the older man. Then, without further coaxing, Logan started moving his fingers in and out, all the time being as gentle as possible.

Something stung in his eyes at the concern and genuine care coming off Logan. He blinked and moved his hand back to the pillow above his head. He felt Logan's fingers push inside and out of him, stretching him, preparing for something much bigger and could feel Logan’s eyes roaming back and forth over his reclining form.

Suddenly, Logan stopped just enough to catch his attention. When their gazes crossed, Logan looked at the lube beside him. Remy understood and wasting no time, reached for the tube and squeezed lube onto his palm. Then he reached between their bodies and coated Logan's cock with a thick layer. The Canadian was… well endowed. It would be a snug fit but Remy couldn't wait. He was already nearing his release only from the preparations.

When he was done, he felt Logan's hands pushing him flat on the bed. Their fingers entwined and Logan lowered himself, supporting his weight on powerfully muscled arms and his lips met Remy's.

The kiss was surprisingly soft and sweet at the beginning, causing Remy to feel… loved, cherished and, against his conscience, moved. He felt bad about his betrayal, worse every minute but there was no stopping now. He opened his mouth and sealed his lips to Logan's, desperate for something that would clear his mind from guilt. Soon the kiss became forceful, demanding almost consuming.

Then he felt the tentative thrust, as if Logan was still unsure. He moaned encouragingly and raised his bottom to thrust back, meeting Logan's movement. Suddenly, the head of Logan's cock was inside him. The Canadian stilled, his pupils dilated, breath coming in short gasps. Remy was also panting. Inside him, Logan's member seemed HUGE, stretching him almost painfully, but he liked that combination. Pleasure on the edge of pain. He forced his muscles to relax and then pushed down a little more, impaling himself on the older man.

It was all Logan needed as encouragement. He started pumping his hips, slowly at first not sure about Remy's reaction, but then incrementally faster. Remy was flying high. The feeling of complete fullness and stretch was going straight to his groin. When Logan leaned closer to kiss him again, his straining member pressed against the older man's hard stomach creating enough friction to nearly set Remy off. But he desperately wanted to hold on. The feeling of Logan thrusting into him, his fingers entwined with his own and all that hard, forceful body covering him was the best feeling ever. He couldn't move his hands, could only move his hips to meet each and every thrust. He nearly screamed when Logan hit his prostate. The older man was learning quickly and in no time he aimed his every thrust so that Remy was nearly out of his mind with pleasure. He squeezed the other man's fingers and his body arched convulsing when he came. White heat rippled through him, causing him to moan and thrash under the stocky man, his internal muscles squeezing the incredibly hard shaft inside him.

He was flying so high that it took him a moment to realize that Logan came too. His already softening cock slipped free and he rolled to the side panting heavily, body covered in sweat. Unable to speak, Remy snuggled closed to Logan wanting to be embraced. The Canadian complied and took him into his arms, rolling Remy on top of him.

He knew he was quickly falling asleep to the soft touches and strokes from Logan’s hands. He listened to the slowing heartbeat and allowed his eyes to close. He didn't want to think about tomorrow. The day he would betray this incredible, gentle and caring man.

* * *
Remy was sitting on the bed in Logan's bedroom and he was staring at the two small discs he’d found hidden under the floor. The hiding place was good, but he was better. He had already checked them. They had all the information he needed.

He looked at the door. He was wearing the clothes he’d arrived in. He had no other possessions with him. The only thing he would be taking from this place were the two discs that were imprisoning his betrayal. Once again, he wondered if it was worth it. Really worth it?

He sighed and lay on the bed, inhaling their mingled scents still lingering on the sheets. He never felt this way. He wasn't supposed to. It was just a job. It wasn't the first time he’d seduced somebody to gain something. But it was the first time he felt bad about it.

He reached inside his pocket and pulled out his sunglasses. Putting them on, he pretended not to feel the terrible heartbreak, the ache deep inside his soul that would probably never heal.

His clever fingers hid the discs and he left the bedroom and then the flat, not looking back.

Only a single tear slid down his cheek from under the black glass.

Chapter 3

NO POV

“We thought you should see this, Mr. Logan. This building is suspected to be Essex’s Headquarters. We only recently obtained the warrant to search the place. We know how important your work is…” The detective kept talking while Logan silently followed him. Logan was barely paying attention to him. Even the investigation, work that had taken six months of his life, was unimportant right now. The only thing that he could think about was a certain red haired Cajun that he’d left sleeping in his bed.

He’d never been with another man before and the very idea had never seemed appealing to him. Not even a little bit, but with this incredibly sexy, sensual creature everything seemed to go so smoothly, be so right.

He’d never had such a good night. The pleasure was beyond anything he’d known. And now, when he had a little time to think calmly about things he understood he was in love with Remy. He decided he’d talk to the young man after he got home. He’d force the kid to tell him what made him so scared, what his problems were and he’d help him. Then they’d have a chance for a relationship.

“In this cabinet, we found some papers, but there wasn’t anything important. However, they are still here…”

Logan stopped in his tracks. It wasn’t the look of the room or what the detective was saying. What surprised him was the scent.

The room had been closed for the past week and the scents still lingered in the air.

Maybe it was his mutant ability to remember scents he’d encountered even if only once. Maybe it was the memory of their intoxicating night fresh in his mind. Maybe it was because he used to associate this particular scent with something sensual. His lover.

The room smelled of Remy. And Essex.

What was the kid doing here? Logan never believed in coincidences. Never. It was too close. Remy in Essex’s home, Remy in his house, Remy avoiding explaining his reasons, Remy trying to seduce him…

Feeling his heart clench he turned around and left the building. He didn’t notice the shouts and surprised stares from the police. He didn’t even notice that he was running to his car. As soon as he got into it he started the engine and put it in gear.

The road back home was longer than anything in his life. His heart pounded and his mind raced trying in vain to find a reasonable explanation for all this. He refused to think the worst. As soon as he reached the house he jumped out of the car, barely stopping to slam the door closed and run. The fourth floor seemed higher than ever. When he was in front of his door he knew.

There was no one inside. His senses told him right away that Remy had left the flat some time ago. Slowly he entered, still refusing to believe the worst explanation. No. Remy couldn’t have betrayed him like this. But the flat was empty, not even a trace of the young thief. He directed his steps to the bedroom, their mixed scents hit him hard, right in the gut. He nearly fell, the wave of emotions, memories and pain were so strong. His throat tightened painfully, he couldn’t breathe.

Slowly, as if in a trance he entered the small room and looked around. Everything seemed to be in place. Usually he would be able to trace his movements by scent but the air was filled with the mixed scents of sex and passion. It was overwhelming.

Slowly, almost painfully, Logan sunk to his knees and rolled the carpet back. With shaking fingers he reached to open the secret hiding spot. The click of the lock was like thunder in his ears.His heart was pounding and his vision swam


The box was empty.

He wanted to scream, wanted to cry out in pain and anger. Wanted to tear something into pieces, slash and destroy in helpless fury, but all he could do was to stare into the empty proof of betrayal and feel hot, salty tears running down his cheeks.

He hung his head and sat there, still and immobile, thinking about all the times he should have known, should have seen…

Finally, his shock passed and the pain and heartache was replaced with an equally strong, different emotion.

In a flurry of movement he jumped to his feet and, with a loud SNIKT, he released his claws and started slashing, destroying every single proof of his foolishness, every trace of that false bastard he’d learned to love.

Now, he’d learn to hate.



* * *

Remy stood in the small alley, barely aware of the rain pouring from the sky all day. He has been wandering for hours now, his fingers touching and tracing the disks in his pocket. The cold touches of rain were like still-remembered wet lips touching his body, soothing, arousing, cherishing…

He came to a stop in front of a shabby phone booth. The thunder cracked flooding the dirty alley with sharp, white light. But he hardly noticed. The pain and self-disgust was too strong. He wondered just who had he become to betray such a true soul. He put an evil bastard above Logan. Was it worth it?

He shivered. He was cold, SO very cold since he’d taken those damned disks from their hiding place. It seemed as if the two small pieces of plastic drained all the heat from his body.

Before he realized what he was doing, he picked the phone up and dialed the number he knew by heart.

“Essex.” Came the cold, low response.

“LeBeu here,” he said, still idly playing with the disks in his pocket.

“Good. Do you have the disks?”

“Non,” he answered before he realized what he was saying, “Need a lil’ more time.”

There was a long, unnerving silence and finally came an answer.

“Do not fail me boy, you know you will be punished. The information you need … you know that I will give them to you ONLY in exchange for … different ones.”

“Gambit knows.”

Remy swallowed. What the hell was he doing?! He was quickly loosing his chance in favor of some stranger? Was he insane? He should have learned by now that the only person that cared about him was himself. And making Essex an enemy of his was no good at all.

He closed his eyes and leaned onto the booth’s plastic wall. Stupid Cajun. Very, very stupid…

* * *

Essex put the phone down but still kept watching it as if it had some hidden answers. There was something in LeBeau’s voice that kept him wondering. He didn’t believe the man. He was almost sure that he had the disks. Maybe he wanted to push the price up? But surely he knew that Essex wasn’t the type to play such games.

Still deep in thought he pressed the comm button.

“Mr. Creed? Please come to my office,” he said in deceptively soft tone.

Soon the giant blonde entered his office. Slowly, he measured the brute man in front of him. He didn’t like him. Usually he liked to be surrounded by intelligent, sophisticated men. This one had none of those abilities. He was cruel, brutish, aggressive, probably psychopathic… but also inhumanly strong and had the ability to regenerate. He made a perfect weapon.


“Yeah, Boss?”

“There is a person I need you to bring to me. His name is Scott Summers. He is a police agent. A friend of… Wolverine’s.”

Essex knew that those two had a history together and the hate was still very much alive. He saw the completely black eyes narrow and a snarl came from the beast in front of him. Yes. Sabretooth would do anything to hurt Logan.

“He is also a mutant, quite powerful. He’s capable of shooting laser blasts from his eyes so you can’t allow him to see you.”

“Consider it done.”

Essex leaned back in his leather chair and went back to studying the view outside his window. If everything went according to plan, he would get rid of Logan, Summers and that pitiful thief all at once.

* * *

Scott Summers was tired. The case he was working on was finally nearing the end and he had to stay longer at work in order to finish things. Now however he couldn’t wait to go back home to his wife. Jean. The love of his life had told him recently that she was pregnant. He felt bad that he had to leave her alone at nights but promised himself that he would change his working hours when the child was born. Family was more important than work.

He stopped the car on the red light and massaged his neck. He was tired.

Suddenly somebody knocked on the window. It was some homeless man clad in dirty, torn clothes. He was obviously asking for some change. Scott still vividly remembered his own days on the street and lowered the window to give the poor man some money.

He barely had the time to register what happened when something at the side of his neck hurt. He touched it in a strangely slow movement and saw a tranquilizer dart.

Fuck!

He knew he was in trouble. // JEAN!!! // He screamed in his mind, hoping that his wife would receive the telepathic shout before he passed out.

* * *

Logan slammed the bottle down when he heard the intense banging on the door. He was unsuccessfully trying to drown his sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and was not happy that somebody interrupted him.

His flat was a mess. Every part of it had traces of his rage.. Every single thing that had smelled like that traitor had been destroyed. Every single trace of him had been erased.

Angry he wanted to shout to leave him the fuck alone but then he smelled HER. Jean Summers. His love once. Now wife of his best friend. She smelled of fear and… baby. Curious he opened the door.

There she was in long dark coat, fiery red hair surrounding her beautiful yet pale face. Large green eyes were filled with such worry and her scent told of despair and fear.

Her eyes widened when she took in his disheveled state and saw the trashed room behind his back.

“Jeannie, what happened?” he asked in a coarse voice.

She could smell the alcohol on his breath but she knew he wasn’t drunk. He never was. His healing factor recognized alcohol as a poison and neutralized it. Yet the haunted look in his hazel eyes was foreign to her.

“It’s Scott… he was kidnapped.”

Logan looked at her dumbfounded for a minute then let her in. His mind raced to find possible explanations and the ones it found were the ones he wished weren’t true.

He believed Jean. She was a powerful telepath and telekinetic and shared a special bond with Scott. She must have felt it happen through the link.

He let her in.

“When?”he asked, looking at her slightly rounded figure when she took the coat off.

“An hour and a half ago…” she stopped talking when she realized just how the flat was trashed. The rage and fury evident in every single cut.

“Logan! What happened here?!”

“Nothing,” he said gruffly. “Don’t worry about it. We have to find Scott.”

* * *

Remy was standing in front of a large fireplace in his luxurious condo in one of the most expensive buildings in the city. He was still trying to decide what to do and couldn’t.

Suddenly the phone rang.

He approached the little, antique table and picked up the elegant black phone receiver.


“Allo?”

“You wanted me to keep an eye on things…” said the voice on the other side.

“What happened, Robert?”

“Scott Summers was kidnapped on Essex’s command.”

“Merde!” Remy cursed. He remembered Logan’s file and knew it was his best friend.

“Y’ sure about it?” asked Remy.

“Yeah.”

“Do y’ know where he was taken?”

There was silence on the other side.

“Drake…” Remy’s voice became ice cold. It was no time for games.

“Gambit… Remy… you don’t want to do something stupid, do you? Like going after Essex? It would be plain suicide, you have to know that…”

“Jus’ give me dat fuckin’ address!”

There was a loud sigh on the other side. No matter how harsh they talked to each other, they still were friends.

“Just don’t let yourself be killed, OK?”

“Address…”

“Okay, it’s 27 Elm Street. It’s one of Essex’s headquarters, guarded better than Fort Knox itself. I’ll fax you plans right now. You should get them in a minute.”

“Thank y’, Robert.”

“Yeah… just take care of yourself, Okay? I don’t want to attend your funeral.”

“Oui.”

Remy put the reciever down. The fax beeped and started to spit out sheets of paper. He looked at it and finally knew what he had to do.

Chapter 4

NO POV

Logan sighed, he’d finally convinced Jean to lie down. He wanted to call the police, to force them to start the search but within the first 48 hours no one would do anything. There were no witnesses, no one who could support Jean’s word.

She was pregnant and he was afraid for her. She seemed to be enduring it well, but she always seemed to be strong, which wasn’t true.

Logan paced the apartment. He’d called a few people. Begging and, when that didn’t work, threatening them for help. Now the only thing he had to do was wait. It was something the Wolverine wasn’t accustomed to.

He had enough with his own problems. But worrying about Scott surely kept his mind off a certain red haired young thief. His heart clenched at the very thought of him. How could he be so stupid? To trust the Cajun! Never had he been so willing to take somebody in. Ever. Maybe it was one of the kid’s powers? Maybe he was a telepath? Maybe he’d been manipulating him from the very start?

But that wouldn’t explain the feelings that he felt deep inside. He cared for the kid. And that feeling was true. The kid probably knew it and had used it against him.

The rage threatened to get the better of him again and he closed his eyes in a vain attempt to remain calm. The urge to let the claws out and cut something nearly took him over when something made him stop in his tracks.

The scent. Spicy, sensual … arousing. His body reacted to it faster than his mind comprehended the person with whom it was associated. He smelled Gambit.

He rushed to the door and jerked it open, unconsciously his claws shot out. A mixture of rage and love nearly caused him to turn feral.

There, right in front of him stood Gambit. Loose, long auburn hair softly caressed that sinfully handsome face. The red on black eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. He was dressed in his ever-present trench coat. His black trousers and burgundy knitted sweater were obviously very expensive.

The person that stood in front of him wasn’t even near the one he’d known before. That scared, young kid had disappeared and in his place was this mysterious and wary man.

Something in his stance told Logan that he wasn’t afraid nor weak. The deceptive casualness was only a mask, his body was tense and ready to fight. Logan suspected that he KNEW how to fight.

But his first instinct was to launch himself at the traitor. The pain inside his heart told him he’d been used. Deceived. That he was a fool. And he wanted blood.

His hands missed the long, vulnerable throat by mere inches. Gambit made a graceful backwards leap and escaped the first blow, then dodged the second and third. Even when he needed blood to satisfy his anger, the burning need to shower his pain in blood, he restrained himself and sheathed the claws. He wanted to kill the kid slowly and painfully. His claws, which could cut through almost anything, would be far too quick.

The pain, hatred and confusion hit Remy so hard he thought he would faint. His mental shields were strong but they mysteriously failed to keep the Canadian’s emotions out. He knew Logan could become aggressive and was prepared for a fight but nothing like this.

His own eyes began to sting. His head hurt and he had serious problems with knowing which feelings were his and which were not.

He managed to avoid being hit, but it was so hard to concentrate! Logan’s pain hurt him as well and he felt sick knowing he caused it

At first, Logan hadn’t noticed that the kid was fighting only defensively. He couldn’t hit him and it was driving him insane. The incredible agility of the thief surprised him. However, the way he twisted and bent his body, totally aware and in control, told him that the kid was an outstanding fighter. One that could be a match for him. But another part of his mind, the primal one, wanted more. Wanted to punish him, draw blood.

“I’m going to kill yer, traitor!”, Logan shouted and released his claws. The Wolverine was taking control and he didn’t want to fight it anymore. All he wanted was the pain to go away.

“STOP!” Jean’s voice cut through the air like a whip. Logan however didn’t react.

But Jean wasn’t an ordinary woman and she used her telekinesis and froze the two men in place. Her first instinct was to probe the stranger’s mind but her thoughts were met with an extremely strong mental shield.

“Wouldn’t do dat again, Chere,” The stranger warned her softly.

She briefly considered his threat and gently pulled out of his mind. If he had wished, he could have made her crumble to the floor in pain. Being thrown out of somebody’s mind could be painful for a telepath. Or was he just threatening her? Letting her know that he could defend himself? She decided to trust the stranger. There was something vulnerable to him.

She couldn’t not notice his handsome face and that sensual aura around him.

“Let me go, Jeannie. I am going to kill that son of a bitch no matter what!”

“Why?”

“He’s a fucking traitor!”

She noticed the strangely fierce emotions in Logan, but didn’t want to pry. The way Remy’s face hardened suggested that Logan’s words hurt him too.

“I will let you go only if you promise to behave.”

“I am not the one you should lecture, Jeannie. This thief …”

“Knows where Scott Summers is,” Remy cut in.

The silence that fell was almost deafening. Logan’s eyes narrowed when mindless fury fought to overwhelm him, the hurt, the ache deep inside his soul screamed to him to hurt the Cajun just as badly as he had hurt him, not to trust him.

“What do you know about my husband?” Jean asked, her voice trembling a little.

Remy shifted a little to look at the scowling man beside him. The anger, sense of betrayal and hurt were still emanating from the Canadian but now, above all was a blinding rage. And Gambit feel deplorable cause of it. He also had feelings for the feral man and it hurt him that Logan was feeling so bad about him.

“Gambit will help y’. He knows where da man is kept.”

“Why?” Logan asked, controlling the beast within His voice however was so cold that Remy felt shivers run down his spine and a stinging in his eyes. Merde! He couldn’t block those feelings and it was driving him insane.

“Summers has nothing to do with it.”
“Don’t you dare to tell me such crap! I will never believe that you care about someone else other than yourself. After all, you are nothing more than a whore for hire.”

Jean hissed at the blunt remark. She’d never heard Logan speak that way. She saw the way the younger man flinched at Logan’s words but he refused to defend himself. His shoulders seemed to slump a little and his face became completely unreadable.

The tension between the two said they clearly had a past. Jean was more than sure that they were lovers. Although Logan always seemed as straight as they come, the young man was a living, walking temptation.

“Logan …” started the younger man, “Gambit … never wanted dis to happen. Want to help, me,” Remy said softly, the feeling of guilt slowly suffocating him. He wasn’t offended by Logan’s words. He was right. He was nothing more than he’d said.

“You better be telling the truth, cause I’m gonna keep a close eye on you, thief.”

Remy nodded his head and Jean released her telekinetic hold on them.

tbc