Disclaimer: They aren't mine, please don't sue me!
Dedicated to Peg whose stories keep me up all night even when I have to work the next day!
Hey guys, here is part 2 of A Little Tenderness. Let me know if you like it. Vangiekitty
That night in his room, Remy lay awake and thought about the kiss he and Logan
had shared. He had long known himself to be bisexual. The many unwanted sexual
encounters he had suffered during the period before he learned to control his charm
power ensured that. He had often sought the gentle touch of a woman to heal him after
one of the many rapes he had endured at the hands of men he couldn't escape. For a
very long time, he had thought he loved Rogue. But he admitted to himself now that
he had loved her because it had been so safe to love her. After all, he could never touch
her. There was no future in such a relationship; it was perfect for a commitment shy
man who was perhaps a little more gay than bi. Encounters with women were fun,
light-hearted; never serious affairs no matter how Remy acted on the outside to please
his partner of the moment. It was his affairs with men that really affected him, stood
out in his mind. The brutality of the act, the harsh demands of pleasure upon his body,
the relentless push and drive of another man's shaft within him: despite the pain of his
early encounters and to his shame, he craved these sensations, needed them.
And yet, through all his casual sexual encounters, Remy had never yet found
the one person he was looking for. A person who could combine brutality and
tenderness. Someone who would completely dominate him, but gently. Someone
who would push his body to the limit while not just fucking, but making love to him.
Remy sighed. Gentle Domination, now there was a contradiction in terms! He shook
his head, no, he had never found anyone capable of such a thing, except... maybe now.
Logan. He let the name drift through his mind, floating on the cloud of feelings
it evoked. He had never met anyone, man or woman that affected him as strongly as
Logan. The delicious taste of his mouth, the roughness of his hair, the tender way he
had kissed Remy's face...the insistent way he had parted his lips. The thoughts and
remembered sensations made Remy feel weak with desire. He had always admired
Logan from afar; his body was superbly chiseled and he had a dark, brooding side
that made him seem exotic and slightly dangerous. Well, maybe more than slightly,
amended Remy to himself. More like extremely dangerous. Which was why he had
never allowed himself to fantasize about the man before. To Remy's mind, there was
just no percentage in such fantasies because Logan had always seemed so utterly
heterosexual. And Remy knew enough, having been beaten by angry, homophobic,
heterosexual men after they had raped him under the influence of his
charm power during the bad, dark years of his early adolescence to know better than to
risk making a man like Logan angry. Just thinking of the damage Logan could do with
his massive, solidly built arms and huge hands, not to mention the razor sharp claws
had always caused Remy to shudder. He couldn't even think of risking such certain
danger for such certain dissapointment. He was a romantic at heart but even romance
had to be tempered with practicality.
But now, he reflected, everything seemed changed, at least on the surface,
anyway. Could it be that Logan really had felt... something for him? Remy almost
couldn't let himself hope. "Take it easy," he told himself. "Just b'cause Logan kiss
you, don' mean he willing t' make love t' y' or want any kinda relationship with y'."
As if in answer to his thoughts, he heard a knock on his door and Logan's deep voice
said, "Hey, Gumbo, can I come in?"
Remy's body tensed with hope and uncertainty but he tried to keep it out of his voice as
he answered easily, "Sure, mon ami. Come on in, de door be open."
*AH- you're gonna kill me for not getting to the good slashy parts, Peg but it's 5:25
am and I've gotta go to bed. More later, I promise!* vangiekitty
Dedicated to Peg whose stories keep me up all night even when I have to work the next day!
Hey guys, here is part 2 of A Little Tenderness. Let me know if you like it. Vangiekitty
That night in his room, Remy lay awake and thought about the kiss he and Logan
had shared. He had long known himself to be bisexual. The many unwanted sexual
encounters he had suffered during the period before he learned to control his charm
power ensured that. He had often sought the gentle touch of a woman to heal him after
one of the many rapes he had endured at the hands of men he couldn't escape. For a
very long time, he had thought he loved Rogue. But he admitted to himself now that
he had loved her because it had been so safe to love her. After all, he could never touch
her. There was no future in such a relationship; it was perfect for a commitment shy
man who was perhaps a little more gay than bi. Encounters with women were fun,
light-hearted; never serious affairs no matter how Remy acted on the outside to please
his partner of the moment. It was his affairs with men that really affected him, stood
out in his mind. The brutality of the act, the harsh demands of pleasure upon his body,
the relentless push and drive of another man's shaft within him: despite the pain of his
early encounters and to his shame, he craved these sensations, needed them.
And yet, through all his casual sexual encounters, Remy had never yet found
the one person he was looking for. A person who could combine brutality and
tenderness. Someone who would completely dominate him, but gently. Someone
who would push his body to the limit while not just fucking, but making love to him.
Remy sighed. Gentle Domination, now there was a contradiction in terms! He shook
his head, no, he had never found anyone capable of such a thing, except... maybe now.
Logan. He let the name drift through his mind, floating on the cloud of feelings
it evoked. He had never met anyone, man or woman that affected him as strongly as
Logan. The delicious taste of his mouth, the roughness of his hair, the tender way he
had kissed Remy's face...the insistent way he had parted his lips. The thoughts and
remembered sensations made Remy feel weak with desire. He had always admired
Logan from afar; his body was superbly chiseled and he had a dark, brooding side
that made him seem exotic and slightly dangerous. Well, maybe more than slightly,
amended Remy to himself. More like extremely dangerous. Which was why he had
never allowed himself to fantasize about the man before. To Remy's mind, there was
just no percentage in such fantasies because Logan had always seemed so utterly
heterosexual. And Remy knew enough, having been beaten by angry, homophobic,
heterosexual men after they had raped him under the influence of his
charm power during the bad, dark years of his early adolescence to know better than to
risk making a man like Logan angry. Just thinking of the damage Logan could do with
his massive, solidly built arms and huge hands, not to mention the razor sharp claws
had always caused Remy to shudder. He couldn't even think of risking such certain
danger for such certain dissapointment. He was a romantic at heart but even romance
had to be tempered with practicality.
But now, he reflected, everything seemed changed, at least on the surface,
anyway. Could it be that Logan really had felt... something for him? Remy almost
couldn't let himself hope. "Take it easy," he told himself. "Just b'cause Logan kiss
you, don' mean he willing t' make love t' y' or want any kinda relationship with y'."
As if in answer to his thoughts, he heard a knock on his door and Logan's deep voice
said, "Hey, Gumbo, can I come in?"
Remy's body tensed with hope and uncertainty but he tried to keep it out of his voice as
he answered easily, "Sure, mon ami. Come on in, de door be open."
*AH- you're gonna kill me for not getting to the good slashy parts, Peg but it's 5:25
am and I've gotta go to bed. More later, I promise!* vangiekitty