Logan was growing restless again. His body practically sang with tension, and he had thrown himself whole-heartedly into his survival classes. When he wasn't taking the kids camping or hiking, he was working out in the gym, or practicing in the Danger Room. At night, their lovemaking was fast and a little rough, Logan's restless energy evident in every touch.

Not that Remy was complaining or anything. He rather enjoyed this side of Logan, the side that made their lovemaking more passionate and less gentle. Logan never hurt him – even feeling caged, he wouldn't hurt his lover – and Remy didn't mind at all. But Logan hadn't left the Institute, and that's what had everybody confused. Normally, by this point, Logan would have packed up and left, perhaps even taking Remy with him. Instead, he was here, pacing the halls, his eyes dark and brooding.

Wolverine's anxiety was infectious, and Remy found that he was starting to lose sleep, lying awake and watching his lover sleep, watching as he tossed and turned, occasionally growling with whatever dreams invaded his own slumber. They had loved each other again, twice in a row, before Logan had fallen into sleep, completely worn out.

Remy, too, was exhausted, but found that, once again, he could not fall asleep, because there was a part of him deep down inside that was afraid Logan would up and leave before he woke up. And he found that he really, really didn't want to be left behind this time.

And so, he lay there, propped up on one elbow, and stared down at his lover. He only wished he knew what was tying Logan to this place. Surely it couldn't be him, because he would have no problem leaving with Logan for a while – however long it took – until his restlessness had been conquered and he felt up to returning to the Institute.

"What'cha lookin' at, bub?" a quiet voice mumbled, a sleepy growl threading its way through Wolverine's words. Remy blinked, surprised, and met Logan's eyes. The other mutant just stared back up at him sleepily, but he was starting to wake up, which meant that the restlessness would continue soon. Leaning down, Remy kissed him.

Logan growled, this time in pleasure, as he responded to the kiss, opening his mouth so that their tongues could play. Strong hands reached up and tugged on his shoulders, bringing Remy's upper body closer, so that it lay across Logan's body as they continued their leisurely kiss.

When Remy finally pulled back so that he could breathe, his red eyes smiled down at Logan. "Ah, mon amour. What is Remy to do with you?" He shook his head in mock consternation, but a part of him was very serious. Logan answered his in kind, his voice light as he smiled back.

"How 'bout the Cajun makes me too tired to go wanderin' at such an indecent hour?" he suggested, and Remy debated a moment. He was still sore from making love twice tonight, as well as having been penetrated every night for the last two weeks. Logan seemed to know where his thoughts were going, because he chuckled. "Yer thinkin' too much, Cajun," he murmured.

It took a moment to process, and then Remy stared down at Logan in shock. "Wolverine wants Gambit to make love to him?" he cried, surprised. Logan frowned at his reaction and shook his head, shifting as he prepared to leave the bed. As he stood, turning his back to Remy, the crimson-eyed man reached out desperately, grabbing Logan's wrist. "Wait! Wait, mon amour. Please?" he asked, his voice pleading.

Logan paused, then turned back to him, but his expression was guarded, and Remy wanted to cry. He hadn't meant to put Logan on the defensive. He had to fix this, and quickly. They both knew that if Logan walked out that door right now, he'd keep going, and would leave Remy behind.

Still holding Logan's wrist, Remy rose to his knees and pulled himself towards the other man, his muscles rippling under his skin. He knew what he must look like – dangerous, seductive, and enticing. This was a game he had played before, but never with Logan. Always before, it had been Logan who had taken the lead in their relationship.

At the edge of the bed, Remy rose up, tugging sharply on Logan's wrist, so that the man was pulled down to him, where he caught Logan's mouth in a passionate kiss. He nibbled on Logan's lower lip, and when the other man didn't open his mouth, he bit it sharply.

Logan opened his mouth, letting out a muffled groan of surprise. Remy took advantage of the opening, sliding his mouth inside, his hand still gripping tightly to his lover's wrist, the sharp taste of blood lasting only a moment before the small wound healed itself.

Remy's other hand moved up to Logan's shoulder, and together, he used them to pull the other man onto the bed, moving to straddle him at the same time. Breaking from the kiss, he leered down at Wolverine. "Gambit is a lover above all else, mon amour," he murmured, his voice smooth and nearly hypnotic. He watched in pleasure as Wolverine shuddered when his voice rolled over him.

Reaching down, he slipped the edge of his fingers under Logan's nightshirt, just barely brushing against the flesh he found there. Something flickered in Logan's eyes, and Remy smiled. Quickly, he lifted the shirt over Wolverine's head, the other man arching his back to help him. Once it was over his head, Remy twisted the shirt, so that it wound in on itself and pinned his arms together from elbow to wrist.

Logan's eyes narrowed, and his arms flexed, until Remy laid his hands over them. "Non, mon amour. Don't fight. Just let Remy take care of you, oui?" he asked, his voice steady and filled with lust and love. Gently, he swept Logan's bangs off of his forehead, and the other mutant sagged, not fighting the bonds. They both knew that it would only take a small tug, and the shirt would tear like wet paper, but Logan was submitting, for now, at least.

Remy smiled, and rewarded him with a kiss and a firm pressure against his rising erection. Logan groaned with the pleasure, pressing up in Remy's hand, his mouth opening eagerly to the skilled kiss of a man who knew how to seduce.

Remy's other hand caressed Logan's body, starting at the firm shoulders and brushing light as a feather against his collar bone, the sensation leaving goose bumps. Remy kept the touches light, teasing Logan, until the man was growling below him, writhing and arching up, trying to make contact with Remy's body above him.

"Uh uh, mon amour. Dat's not very nice, now. You promised to let Remy take care o' you," Gambit rebuked gently. Logan's eyes, dark with lust and desire, stared up at him uncomprehendingly. "Slow, mon amour. You're so very restless."

For a long moment, silence filled the room. Logan's taut body sang with tension, and Remy remained suspended above him, waiting to see what Logan would do. If he really wanted to finish this, then Remy would oblige him, but he was hoping that perhaps Logan would be willing to try this his way.

Finally, just when Remy was about to give in, Logan's body slumped back to the bed, where he writhed, staring up at the crimson eyes above him, his own dark eyes pleading. Remy smiled brilliantly, and watched Logan's breath hitch, his eyes surprised. Gambit did not share that smile with many people, not even his previous lovers, so it was a gift to be treasured when he smiled like that, open and honest.

Remy resumed his feather-light touches, brushing gently down Logan's chest, curving his hands around Logan's sides and sliding them down his hips. He mapped out each of the man's ribs, tickling over skin and muscle, combing slender fingers through soft hair. Still straddling Logan's thighs, he flicked his fingers over the shorter man's nipples, watching them stiffen under the gentle caresses.

"Wolverine is a very handsome man," Remy murmured, leaning down and running his tongue over Logan's nipple. The man bucked upwards, and Remy had to move his hands to Logan's hips to hold him down. He didn't make the gesture forceful – it was more of a reminder than a restraint, and Logan settled down once more.

"Damn it, Cajun!" he growled, and Remy shivered – his lover's voice had reached that balls-deep growl that he only got right before penetrating his lover, or when he climaxed. That he was already in that mindset boded very well for Remy LeBeau. "Would you just do something already?" he demanded.

Remy smiled down at him slyly. "Ah, but Remy is doin' somethin'," he smiled innocently. "Remy is makin' de Wolverine feel very, very good." That said, he slid one hand straight down to Logan's groin, grasping the man firmly and stroking. Logan arched and growled, and Remy allowed it this time.

When Logan's back had arched completely off the bed, Remy took advantage of the position and rolled Logan onto his side. The other man seemed to know what he wanted, and he kept rolling, until he was on his stomach, his knees tucked underneath his body, so that his face and chest were pressed into the mattress, his back arched in a smooth line as his arms stretched above his head, still bound.

Carefully, Remy slipped the tip of a finger into Logan's body, not worrying about lubrication. This much probably wouldn't bother the other man, and his other hand was busy stroking Logan. Sure enough, Logan growled and pressed back against the intruding digit, forcing it to slide in further.

Remy groaned, and removed his finger, fitting himself snugly to Logan's back. He pressed three fingers against Logan's mouth, and his lover opened his lips willingly, allowing the slender digits inside, where his tongue curled around them happily enough. Remy continued to grip him firmly, moving up and down just enough to keep his lover aroused and eager, but not enough to send him over the edge.

Deciding his fingers were slick enough, Remy removed them and got a disappointed growl in response. Smiling, he slid his wet fingers down Logan's body, leaving a wet trail wherever he touched. Sliding back around Logan's hips, Remy pressed lightly just above the small of his back, and Logan shifted slightly, spreading his legs a little further and allowing his upper body to slide a little further up the bed.

Smiling, Remy dipped his head down and licked a quick swipe across Logan's opening. The man growled and thrust backwards, towards the touch. "Tsk, tsk, mon amour," Remy chided. We can't have none o' dat now, can we?" He slapped Logan's ass sharply, just enough to sting a little, and Logan stilled, growling. Remy relaxed a little more; as long as Wolverine was growling instead of snarling, it was okay.

"Dere, now, mon amour," he crooned. "Remy gonna make us both feel good real soon," he promised, and smiled in delighted satisfaction as Logan shivered under his verbal caress. Returning to where he had been heading, Remy slipped two slick fingers inside of Logan, and this time, his lover managed to hold still, although he groaned his displeasure at not being able to move.

Scissoring his fingers to help loosen the other man, Remy proceeded to distribute kisses up and down his back and hips, following the curve of his spine before licking across the small of his back; leaving small, sharp bites in the skin near Logan's slender hips, or on the globes of his ass. Logan approved wholeheartedly of the attention, the growl deepening to what Remy could have sworn was a purr, although Wolverine would probably gut him if he ever told the other man that he actually purred.

Satisfied that Logan was ready for him, and realizing that the other man wasn't going to be patient for much longer, Remy removed his fingers and shifted upwards. Logan's constant growl rose into volume, until he was howling as Remy slid into him in one long motion. Using slow, shallow thrusts, Remy gave Logan time to adjust. When his lover moved back into him, he took that as permission to move faster, and drew himself nearly the whole way out before thrusting back in.

Logan's head bowed back, and he cried out. "Move, damn it!" Remy just chuckled, and kept the same steady pace, his hands on Logan's hips to hold the other man steady. He adjusted his angle slightly, and this time, Logan's howl echoed in the room. Remy wondered idly if their neighbors could hear them, despite the fact that Logan had specifically requested a soundproof room.

"Ah, but lovemaking is meant to be slow, tender, mon amour," Remy murmured throatily, but he nonetheless picked up his pace, obliging Logan's demands. Besides, who was he to refuse such a beautiful, wild creature as the one writhing below him. This untamable beast was all his, and Remy had no intentions of ever letting him go. Wolverine belonged to Gambit, and Gambit belonged to Wolverine. It was as simple as that.

Aware that he was close, Remy pressed one hand down on Logan's back, pressing him down into the bed as he continued thrusting roughly. His other hand reached back around and grabbed Logan's arousal. His lover didn't last beyond that first touch, and the warm liquid spilled onto Remy's hand and the bed.

Purring now himself, Remy lifted his hand and cleaned it thoroughly with his tongue, still moving inside of Logan. Suddenly, the walls around him tightened quite deliberately, and Remy managed to choke out his lover's name before spilling deep inside of him.

Sated, Remy slumped down over Logan's back, and the other man held both their weights for a moment before collapsing to the bed. Tired, Remy ignored the other man shifting to a cleaner area of the bed, but snuggled closer happily enough once warm arms came around him and his head found its way onto the other man's chest.

Hearing the rumbling chuckle, it took Remy's fuzzy mind a moment to realize that Logan had torn the shirt that had been binding him. Huh. He hadn't even heard it ripping. "Ah'm impressed it stayed t'at long, mon amour," he murmured tiredly. Strong, sure fingers carded their way through his hair, and Remy closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of another hand combing through his hair. Now it was his turn to purr.

"Of course. You told me to leave everything to you, didn't you?" Logan grumbled in reply, and this time, it was Remy who laughed. Logan's arms tightened around him, and Remy noticed that the tension that had been plaguing the shorter man was gone now.

Too tired to lift himself up, Remy shifted his head, so that he was staring up at Logan, who was staring up at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes. "Is Logan okay now?" he asked tentatively. Wolverine turned to look down at him, his eyes calm and affectionate.

"Yeah, Cajun. I'm fine now. I needed that, probably more than you realize," he admitted, and Remy frowned. Needed what? The sex? But they had been doing it every night for the past two weeks. Or was it…oh. His thoughts must have been plain to see on his face, because Logan smiled, though it wasn't particularly funny. "Yeah, sometimes I need that control taken away from me. But I can't ask for it, and so I usually just wind up leavin' the Institute for a while, until I run out of energy."

Remy sighed quietly, burrowing against Logan's chest. "Ah, but now Remy knows. I'll watch your back, and you can watch Remy's, okay?" he asked, ready to doze off at any moment.

Logan was quiet for a few moments, so that Remy had nearly drifted off when he asked, "Why have you been watchin' me sleep, Cajun?" Remy just murmured a sleepy questioning noise at him, his mind trying to wake up long enough to process the question. "You've been watchin' me, Cajun, all the time for the last week. Why?"

Remy smiled. "Ah've been watching because Logan's been restless lately. Remy didn't want to miss when he left. Remy didn't want to get left behind this time. Dreamin' o' Logan isn't the same as bein' with Logan. It's because Ah love you," he confessed, and felt Logan stiffen, but he stayed relaxed, just waiting. It was the first time he had said the words properly. I love you.

A few moments later, Logan relaxed, and his arm started rubbing up and down Remy's back, the touch soothing and reassuring. "Yeah, Cajun. Me, too," he muttered finally. "And I'm not goin' anywhere. Not without you," he added. Remy smiled delightedly, knowing that Wolverine never broke his word unless it wasn't by choice, and curled into the man's touch. They drifted off like that, content, sated, and certain of their place with each other.