AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before we begin...this story is NOT what it appears to be! Oh no, it is not! Okay, maybe it is...but then again what if it isn't? How will you know? Do you question it now? DO YOU READER, DO YOU?! Yeah, okay, I'm rambling. Welcome back everyone, to the final installment of the Remy/Logan pairing series! Kick back, have some wine (or if you're like me opious amounts of soda) and enjoy. As always, please leave a review. And remember, things are not always as they appear.

Chapter 1

He kicked the yellow mask clear across the living room disgusted. Next picking up the yellow spandex suit that went along with said mask entertaining the idea of throwing it into the fire. After a minute he reluctantly sent the suit sailing across the room as well to land in a heap atop the mask. He would simply have to take it out on the owner of the offending garments later. The man would definitely regret it once he came back home.

Whenever that would be.

Remy Lebeau hated to wake up to his partner's clothes scattered across the floor. Even the discarded suit made him angry. In his opinion if Logan insisted upon still wearing the mask from time to time than he should damn well pick it up. Though, Remy knew Logan wasn't truly to blame. He had not been home for nearly two weeks himself, having been on the tail of Dr. Sinister. Only once he had taken the villain down and seen him handed over to the proper authorities had he returned to the small cabin he shared with his feral lover.

Unlike Logan, Remy opted to go after other mutants. While the feral man preferred to do some of what other mutants may look down upon as "mundane" work. Logan always seemed to be getting involved with something having to do with serial killers or ratting out illegal hunting parties near his land. Secretly, Remy was proud his Canadian still looked out for normal people. He didn't think other mutants considered civilians anything more than haters of the mutant race. Many were, but not all of them hated mutants for being who they were.

"A whole decade Remy has put up wit' you, mon glutton. How did he ever survive it?" Remy asked the yellow mask as he picked it back up. Rarely did Logan don his old outfit from his X-Men days. After Scott had joined forces with Emma Frost and declared he meant to marry the woman, both the Cajun and the Canadian had lost respect for the man. The final straw had been when Scott had sent out children to battle sentinels. Logan said children were not meant to be soldiers. Not soon after he had left, Remy going with him despite the older man protesting it had nothing to do with the Cajun.

Yet Remy had to disagree. Even with Sabretooth having kidnapped him and finally healing from the trauma, Scott had never forgotten. He had always used it as a means to bring the Cajun down. Protesting Remy was far too "delicate" to fight or that he lacked the proper mindset to protect himself and his fellow mutants. More than a few times Logan had almost come to the blows with the leader of the X-Men threatening to drive his claws through the man's skull as Remy was forced to stand between them to break up the fight. Scott even dared to go so far as to point out Remy was responsible for the death of the Morlocks. That had hit home. Remy had not bothered to stop Logan when the older man began to beat the living daylights out of their former leader.

"Dumb luck and good sex?" A familiar voice said from the bedroom. Forgetting his earlier anger, Remy spun around, eyes wide when he saw the feral man standing the in doorway. Logan was naked except for the towel around his waist, water dripping from him onto the carpet.

"Mon glutton, Remy did not even know you was here! When did you get back?" Remy asked, eagerly going over to the man. Logan smirked, reaching up to stop the Cajun with his hand before he could wrap his arms around him.

"Careful, I'm soaking wet. I got back about an hour before you did. I was soaking in the bath and I think I dozed off. I didn't even hear you come in." Logan answered with a shrug. Remy eyed the man with faint appraisal, a lecherous grin beginning to spread across his face.

"Preparing yo'self fo' when Remy came home, cher? He never knew you had it in you. At least not yet." Remy purred. Logan huffed, glaring at his Cajun as he retreated back into the bedroom. He retrieved a pair of sweat pants and boxers he had tossed onto the bed before he climbed into the bath.

"You wish, Cajun. Just because you're taller you think you should be the one in charge?" Logan said over his shoulder as he dropped the towel. Grabbing the clothes off the bed, he quickly began to put them on. He pointedly ignored the Cajun behind him checking him out as he dressed.

"Of course, cher. Remy has more experience being a figure of authority than you do. Why, if it weren't fo' him you wouldn't even be here right now." Remy mocked, coming into the room. Logan snorted, turning back around to face the younger man.

"You know what, you're right. And if it weren't for me…" Logan said, lunging for the younger man. Remy tried to escaped his grasp but the feral had a good grip on the front of his partner's shirt. He yanked him close so they were face to face, their noses almost touching.

"You'd be bent over the table right now moaning your head off as I pound into you. Either that or on your knees givin' me a blow job." Logan growled into the Cajun's face. Remy only smirked at him, allowing the older man to manhandle him as he was led to the bed. Even kneeling before Logan when he ordered him to do so as the older man sank onto the edge of the bed, already hard.

"True, cher, true. But Remy…" Remy responded as he reached up, stabbing the inside of Logan's wrist with two fingers. The old man cursed as his hand spasmed, opening up to release the Cajun who smoothly stayed out of arm's reach, smirking at him.

"Does not so easily give in." Remy teased. Logan growled rising to his feet.

"One." Logan started. Remy's eyes widened comically as he spun on his heel, disappearing from sight.

"Two." Logan said. He heard his Cajun cursing and swiping something off the counter.

"Three." The front door slammed. Logan unsheathed his claws as he headed for the door.

"TEN!" Logan yelled loud enough for the Cajun to hear. He heard a curse in French shouted back to him but he didn't care. As soon as he was outside, his bare feet slapped against the porch as he flew into the woods already tracking the scent of his quarry as it fled before him.

It had not been much trouble for Logan to locate one thousand acres of land to buy covered in nothing but forest. It had been a different problem, however, figuring out where to get the money to make the purchase. That was where Remy had come in. He had readily agreed to buy the land but only if they lived moderately close to some sort of civilization which included internet, phone, and electricity. Oh, and they had to live in a cabin as well. It had been hell for Logan trying to figure out how to get electricity out in the middle of the woods. In the end it all worked out.

Nothing but miles and miles of wild land for him to hunt in. Able to escape the reality of the outside world once in a while to live as he felt he should. Even Remy who preferred the city admitted he liked the peace and quiet of the woods. Even though he did not hunt, he welcomed the food the feral brought home. Provided Logan skinned whatever he had caught well out of sight of the cabin. Pelts he wanted to keep were banned to the back of the house if he wanted to cure them. Usually in a shed where they dried out. Not perfect, sure, but at least it worked out for both men.

Logan didn't run far from the cabin before he heard a quiet jangle above his head. Falling into a crouch, he went on silent feet into some bushes. Circling around the tree trunks, he tracked the sound above him. As always Remy forgot his partner had heightened senses. As well as the dog tags he wore were a dead giveaway no matter how quietly he tried to move. Logan didn't want to tell the younger man because it made the other easier to track. That, and it was pretty damn funny to him to see the look on the Cajun's face every time he came upon him.

He didn't have to wait long until he spotted a dark figure moving among the lower branches in the trees. Remy had become skilled in climbing them able to walk among them as if on air. Logan had been impressed when he saw the Cajun had mastered this since he himself was not able to move so easily high above. His weight from the metal in his bones prevented him from staying in the branches unless it was the lowest ones. A few times he had even spotted the Cajun climbing so high in the upper branches he seemed to have gone above the canopy.

From his hiding place, he tracked the younger man, watching as his Cajun ascended higher and higher among the tree tops. Soon he began to descend, searching for the feral as he went along stepping from branch to branch. Within twenty minutes Logan had followed him the stream where he saw the Cajun grab onto a branch and swinging down to land with barely a splash on the edge of the water. Smart move that. He would not be able to track the scent then but too bad for his mate he already had him in his sights.

Logan continued to follow, watching as Remy walked upstream before wading out half a mile down. Even though spring was right around the corner, there were still days were the air became chilly, reminding them winter still had its grasp upon them. Just as Logan prepared to pounce, there was a loud jangling tone in the air. Remy frowned, pulling out his cell phone and flipping it open. Recognizing the number, he answered, putting the phone to his ear as he stood at the edge of the bank while swinging his Bo staff slowly with his left hand as he talked.

"Hello, dis is de Gambit. You desire his company?" Remy purred into the phone. Logan frowned, watching as his Cajun flirted with whoever was on the other line. The younger man chuckled at some joke the other person had said.

"Non, Logan is a satisfied man. If anyt'ing Remy is de one who must suffer his presence. Yes, yes, Cherie I'll tell him." Remy said as he lowered the phone to press it against his shoulder.

"LOGAN! Phone for you, cher!" Remy called into the empty woods. With a heavy sigh, Logan rose from his hiding spot, sneaking up behind the Cajun. Moving swiftly, he snatched the phone from Remy's grasp, startling the younger man as he wrapped an arm around his waist. Lifting him clear of the ground, he began to walk back towards the cabin as he talked.

"Logan speaking. Ignore the screaming Cajun in the background." Logan greeted. Remy struggled in his grasp, cursing as he tried to pry the arm from around his waist. He even whacked the older man over the head with his staff, getting a growl in warning from the feral.

"We've located Sabretooth." Steve said immediately. Logan felt bile rise to the back of his throat at the sound of the name. He guessed the soldier had decided not to tell Remy the news. Grinding his teeth, he released his lover who smacked him on the shoulder with the staff. Logan caught it when Remy made to swing it at his head, earning a scowl from the younger man.

"Where?" Logan asked.

"In a small town not too far away from New York City."