Buns of Steel:  Chapter One

            "Ohh, but mon ami, why so cold to de Remy?" Remy asked. As if his companion would answer. He was more the "strong and silent" type, himself. Always had been.

            "Y' pleased non wit' wha' Remy's done t' th' place, cherie?" he continued, turning the brand-new bedcovers back and sneaking a peek at his would-be lover. Standing tall, body hard and sleek, leaning casually against the wall, lurking in the shadows of the dim corner of the room.

            "Y' come wit' Remy now, cherie," Remy instructed, holding his arms out to his sweetheart. He padded across the room toward the silent figure, arms still out, pleadingly, feeling somewhat snubbed by the lack of interest on his beau's part.

            Advancing further, closer, then finally wrapping his arms around the lean, sinewy frame, he whispered, "An' Remy likes t' way y' always got 'is back in t' battles, amoureux." Snuggled the passive form lovingly, tenderly. "Y's cold, mon ami," he informed him, rubbing at the cool body with some concern, friction bringing warmth. Feeling satisfied with his ministrations, Remy swept the lithe form off the floor and turned for the bed, lover carried safely in his loving embrace.

            He laid him down gently, stopping to place a sweet kiss upon the smooth planes of his midsection, then working upward, caressing the still-cool surface with the greatest of care. Slipping him between his thighs, Remy gasped from the pleasure-on-contact. Unfortunately, his amorous feelings were not returned, at least, not on this night. "Remy sorry, mon ami," he apologized, kissing gently.

            Settling down finally, Remy curled himself around his mate and whispered, "G'night, m' pole."




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A/N: 

            ...  :D

            Haha!  Tricked all you Remy/Rogue shipper punks who probably clicked on this looking for star-crossed love.  ::cackles::

            That was Remy/Pole slash, in case you weren't aware. Tricky. Mm. ::relocks pole in closet and shackles Remy to the basement wall:: :D  ((Reading between the lines: I have deep psychological issues.))

            Oh yeah, I claim motherhood/ownership of this pairing.  .  And Lyo is my partner in crime.  She gets to diaper the pole.  And administer the majority of punishments.  :D  Mmm, pole-spankings…