Role Reversal

A bit of novelty here.

This is another Logan/Remy RP between me and aceoheartscajun/TheMadSlasher from y!Gallery. Only this time, we've got a twist...instead of the usual me-as-Logan and Slasher-as-Remy, he decided to play Logan (as seen in his amazing story, "A Different Kind of Predator"), and let me try my hand at being everyone's favorite master thief from the bayou. ^_^

I'm very eager for feedback on this one! Let me know what you think!

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LOGAN: "Yeah Cajun... be my predator and I'll be yers... stalk me across tha rooftops and I'll hunt ya through the woods... "

REMY: "What you gon' do when y'catch Remy, big man?" *arrogant grin, defiant flash in his eyes*

LOGAN: "I'm gonna tear that coat off ya.... then lay ya down against somethin' soft... a bed o'moss... or maybe I'll take ya back ta my cabin first.... then... I'm gonna taste my prize, lickin' ya all over..." [something between a snarl and a smirk is on his face, he licks his lips as he growls]

REMY: *His smirk stays in place, eyes smoldering with lust...then he abruptly produces a card, glowing brilliantly with energy, and flips it at Logan's feet. It explodes in a satisfyingly brilliant FLASH, and when the smoke clears, Remy is gone, only his low, seductive laughter lingering behind to mark his passage*

LOGAN: [the Canadian chuckles darkly... he feels his mind cloud ever so slightly, parts of himself dissolving into the animal.. yer gonna regret that he thinks to himself as a mischievous smirk spreads its way across his mouth. His posture becomes just a bit more slouched as be bounds off, following that irresistable scent of his fellow predator]

REMY: Can' stay on de groun'...de hunt'll be over b'fore it's even prop'ly begun. *Luckily, in addition to being the world's greatest thief and charmer, Remy is an incredible acrobat. The low-hanging tree branches are easy to grab and swing up onto, and from there it's a matter of leaping from one limb to the next, like a lithe, trenchcoat-clad Tarzan.*

LOGAN: The trail disappears. Logan's mind reacts, Keep cool... its Rems, he's gonna go up. The thought of that lithe, muscular, endlessly competent body awaiting him at the end of the chase, shut tha fuck up hormones... gotta catch a Cajun. He pops his claws and leaps up to the nearest tree branch. Sinking his claws in and crawling skywards, he catches the scent again; the slightest notes of spice and sweat.. Keep yer head cool... ya can't hunt him when yer feral, he's too fuckin' smart... and I wouldn't want him any other way. He sets off in the direction, following his nose.

REMY: Logan huntin' smart, him. Good...Remy like it when he outt'ink me. In terms of agility, the two men are evenly matched, Logan's sheer muscle compensating for his greater weight while Remy's lighter body isn't burdened with adamantium, but otherwise is simply that of a well-trained human. Mebbe I use dat t'my advantage? He starts hopping from heavier branches to lighter ones, ones that creak slightly under his weight. Risky bus'ness, dis...but ma Pere always say, no risk, no reward. If Logan is made to cry 'Uncle' during this contest, Remy plans to give him a very great reward indeed...

LOGAN: He keeps following the scent; spice and sweat and thoughts of having that handsome thief writhing under his caress sending rushes of energy down towards his cock. He smelled the fragrance ascend... so did he. Clambering rather than leaping from branch to branch; Logan climbed progressively higher... there's only one voice in his head; it speaks of appetites and cravings and yet does not desire violence as it used to... not towards Remy. The urges however, were just as primal. Flecks of spittle were on his lips as he kept climbing.... And then he heard it... his hearing picked it up; a slight crack; branches straining. His face scowls deeply, fuck... Relax Logan... think... you ain't a goddamned animal... well, not in THAT way at least... The smirk returns as he moves to lower branches but keeps pursuing. His claws dig into the tree trunks, so he can stay anchored safely. Ya ain't gettin' away Gumbo... Im on tha fuckin' hunt...

REMY: *He can hear Logan, not far behind. The low, near-constant growl, the heavy, panting breath...all sounds that cause Remy's cock to swell and stiffen in the pants of his costume.* OK, M'seu Cerval...I let your libido wait long 'nough. Conveniently enough, he's right above Logan's cabin...a somersault onto the roof, a short drop from the awning onto the porch, and some fancy lockwork gets him inside. Leaving the door open, he throws a lightly-charged card into the wood-stocked fireplace, strips off his shirt (though the coat stays on; he knows how much Logan loves taking that off him!), and spreads himself on Logan's wolfskin rug as the blaze spreads warmth into the hearth, and then the entire room, licking his lips as he eyes the door.*

LOGAN: The feral recognizes the rocks and trees... and suddenly experiences a flame of anger that is almost instantly transmuted into lust. Jumping down to the floor of the forest, he eyes the cabin; smoke rising into the air. Part of him stung... cunnin' bastard Cajun, yet even knowing Remy had that above him somehow made what was to come sweeter. He strolled towards the cabin; all but one claw re-sheathed. The lone claw picked the buttons off of his shirt one by one; slowly exposing the muscular, black-furred slabs of his chest to the air. As a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and through the hair of his chest, he opened the door and suddenly felt his entire blood supply race below his waist as he saw exactly what his reward was.... dark, smoldering demon eyes; endlessly agile muscle that glittered with sweat in the scarlet light of the flames.... he was momentarily rendered speechless.

REMY: *Lets out a low purr of arousal at the sight of Logan, baring himself to his gaze. The pants of his costume are straining to hold his cock in, his breath coming in near-panting gasps.* "Logan...Dieu, you so sexy like dis. Come 'ere, you beau'ful man...le' Remy give you de t'rill at de end o'de hunt...all de pleasure you deserve, mon couer..."

LOGAN: The Canadian doesn't even speak. His icy eyes show no emotion as he quickly discards his shirt. He walked towards the Cajun sprawled on the wolf pelt; the tall man's arousal confirming exactly what Logan knew. Had it all planned, didja? The thought made him smirk as he got down on his knees; straddling the Cajun's legs beneath him. He licked his lips; the dangerous gleam in his own eyes met with the demanding smolder in the others... Nothin' more satisfyin' than this... "Fuck yeah Remy.... I fuckin' wantcha... wanna lick ya all over than ride yer dick than fuck ya real long and slow.... " He looks at the thin trail of cinnamon hair down the Cajun's torso and suddenly leans down; his tongue gathering up the sweat gathered there... salt, adrenaline, need, and that inimitable spice of Remy... the feral took a long, deep breath and purred.

REMY: *lets out a long, shaky moan at the feel of Logan's tongue.* "Oui, cher...do it, do it all, anyt'ing you like, ev'ryt'ing you want...Remy wan' make y'feel nice, 'cause Remy feel nice when he wit' you." *his still-coated arms wrap around Logan, engulfing the feral in the scents of leather, sweat, silk, and spice that are the Cajun's stock in trade*

LOGAN: "Shit Cajun, yer just too nice," he growls through his smirk as his tongue travels lower. Away from the thief's chest and down the abdomen, and ever further until the waistband of Remy's pants attempts to stop him. His teeth defy those clothes; pulling at the waistband and freeing Remy's long manhood from the confines... Logan's tongue begins to word its way up and down the tall column of flesh; the salty taste and the slight feel of the Cajun's pulse only driving his hunger into overdrive. The feral suddenly engulfs Remy's manhood in his maw; hot tongue swirling and savouring.

REMY: *he's now clad only in his signature leather trenchcoat and fingerless gloves, and Logan's mouth and tongue are conspiring to send him into orbit* "Sapriste! Damn, Logan...you almos' as good at dat as me...Oohhhh..." *His hands entwine themselves in Logan's hair and grip his head gently as his hips rock back and forth with the litheness of a dancer, his auburn hair flying like a flame when a particularly delicious stroke of the tongue causes his body to convulse in pleasure* "Dieu...You so hot, cher, an' you bein' so good t'Remy..."

LOGAN: Logan would smirk at the Cajun's arrogance if it weren't for the cock in his throat. Yeah Cajun, ya know how much a prize ya are.... As he coats the Cajun's manhood with slick saliva, he growls and lets the vibrations flow into the auburn-haired thief. He slowly withdraws Remy's length from his throat and shucks his own jeans off; the warmth of the fire and softness of the wolf pelt against his own legs pales into insignificance to those dark eyes rolled back in lust. Quickly the Feral slides upwards and positions the rock-hard length between his ass cheeks. His own fist grabs his thickness and slides up and down the length as he moves backwards slowly; a momentary twist of pain quickly being swept aside with an expression of pure rapture. That long, throbbing hardness enters him; his own thick manhood begins leaking precum as he takes Remy's cock inside himself. A long, rumbling purr swells from his lungs as he feels his teammate's cock fill him.

REMY: *gasps at Logan's sudden initiative, then lets out a slow, deep moan of pleasure as the feral sinks down onto his cock. The Cajun's hands go to Logan's ass, gripping the muscular, firm globes as he pants in lust, watching Logan impale himself on his cock* "Ohhhh...Logan, you beau'ful beast, you incre'ble man...you feel so hot an' tight 'round Remy...Remy love dis. Go 'head, cher...make love t'Remy's cock. Make y'self feel as good as Remy feel righ' now."

LOGAN: He grunts approvingly as he feels the skilled fingertips dig into his butt. His own callused fingers are coiled around his own shaft and pistoning slowly; making each stroke count. Remy's words only add more pleasure; that deep, smoky, depraved voice saying what he loves to hear. And at the center of all this pleasure is that hardness slowly moving within him; pressing into every sensitive spot he had, sliding in and out as he moved against the Cajun. "Remy... awrgh fuckin' damn Rems... yer so fuckin' hot... so deep inside me damn it..." His own hand gripped harder, as if trying to dam the flow of energy down his spine.

REMY: *his ability to form words is becoming more limited by the minute, as the sight, sound, smell, and feel of Logan pushes him closer and closer to the brink.* "Logan...ahh, merde, you so good at dis...Remy no' gonna las' much longer...den it be your turn t'fuck me..." *His cock is like iron inside the feral, his eyes burning into him, as he lets loose his charm power, washing over Logan with a particularly strong upward thrust of his hips.*

LOGAN: The rush of charm intoxicated him and made it a complete surprise when that long shaft stabbed his prostate. A torn mix of a cry and roar was ripped from his throat; the heat of the steel length within him and the stroking of his own fingers around his thickness; his composure collapsed. His body went rigid for a second before jerking seemingly at random; droplets of sweat were launched into the air with the ferocious convulsions. His essence erupted forth; spilling over his hand and onto Remy's abdomen. He gasped the Cajun's name one final time as he plunged downwards onto the thief's cock again*

REMY: "MON DIEU! LOGAN!!!" *he lets out a cry of pure passion as his cock swells and bursts inside his feral lover, his climax hot on the heels of Logan's own, body convulsing as he clutches Logan's muscled ass with bruising force. His eyes fly open, the burning red irises rolling back until only black is visible as he shudders violently, his entire being overwhelmed with ecstasy. When the orgasm is finished, Remy slumps heavily back onto the rug, dragging Logan down with him for a hot, sticky, sweaty embrace, the racing of his heart audible between their bodies.*

LOGAN: The savage wraps his own thick, hairy arms around the thief; the Cajun's cock still buried inside him and both of them still buried in wolf pelt. The rasps of his breathing punctuate the rhythm of Remy's heartbeat as he slides off the Cajun's length with obvious reluctance. He feels the healing factor kick in and his thick manhood return. He thrusts his hips forward; rubbing his length against the Cajun's sweat-slick abs. "Want it?" he says, tone playful and challenging

REMY: *Gives Logan a long look, then a smirk.* "Y'have t'ask, homme? Remy always want it from y', cher...'specially after de ride you jus' gave me." *His legs spread wide, revealing the light dusting of hair around his clean, dark entrance...his whole body glistens with a sheen of sweat now, and his just-spent cock twitches, already stirring to life* Dieu...you'd t'ink I had a healin' factor of m'own. Logan jus' do dat t'me, tho'...he jus' so damn sexy.

LOGAN: The Canadian licks his lips as he gazes right into those scary, beautiful eyes. He smirks as he runs his arms down Remy's form and finds a half-closed pocket on the thief's coat. He reaches in and finds a tube of lube... Cunnin' bastard. Quickly he slathered his fingers with the cool gel and then two digits careful moved towards the Cajun's willing ass.

REMY: "Never le' it be said dat Remy don' come prepared..." The Cajun never takes his eyes off Logan as he prepares him, leaning up to kiss him hotly, tenderly, before trailing his mouth down to the succulent nipples, the black-furred pecs, the rippling abs...he loves every inch of Logan's body, the feel, the look, the taste...and he's not shy about letting Logan know it, either. "Go 'head, Logan...you know you de bes' I ever had...now make dis Cajun scream y'name again."

LOGAN: The slowly-spreading fingers are withdrawn from the Cajun's relaxed, needy hole as the Canadian growls softly at every touch of Remy's soft lips. The tongue coaxes small groans from him, fuck that TONGUE is so goddamn good! The teeth on his nipples and to know it's GAMBIT doing that.... the head of his cock rests against the Cajun's entrance. "Fuck Rems.... yer a total fuckin' sex god..... so damn strong and determined..." capable, competent... ain't gonna die on me, he pressed the head into Remy, just slightly increasing the pressure as he whispered, "yer another predator... thats why I wantcha."

REMY: *looks up at Logan fiercely for a moment, with a dangerous smile hinting at the true depths of his predatory nature. Then his eyes slide closed and he lets out a slow, lustful moan as he feels Logan's cock slide into him...Remy loves being fucked, especially by his fellow predator, and he loves letting him know it, too* "You jus' as good as me, cher...you worthy o'everythin' dis Cajun c'n give y'...so go 'head, homme. Don' hol' back"

LOGAN: Just as good as him, huh? he smirks, seeing the implication; "that's high praise," he growls as he reaches the very hilt of his cock. His manhood is surrounded with the unrelenting tightness and heat of Remy. He breathes in as he stays there, watching the strands of cinammon hair sprawl out over the wolfskin rug, watching beads of sweat move down the Cajun's body, watching those infinitely dextrous muscles tense and move... "yer so fuckin' handsome... so fuckin' hot... shit yer an awesome lay Gumbo..." He plants a kiss right on the thief's throat, "I'm gonna pound ya inta tha rug... want that? Like feelin' tha pelt on yer back?"

REMY: "Remy love it..." *without taking Logan's cock out of his ass, Remy slithers out of his coat like a snake shedding its skin. Now completely naked, he pulls Logan closer with his arms and legs, feeling feral skin and hair above him and luxurious wolf pelt below...the sensations cause him to moan in pure, unadulterated passion as his cock springs fully back to life between his belly and his lover's.* "Remy love ev'thing y'do t'him, y'sexy, primal man...Go 'head, Logan...gimme all y'got...an' don' stop talkin'...Remy like it when y'talk dirty."

LOGAN: The feral growls as he watches Remy lie there, sandwiched between himself and the rug. Every patch of his own skin now presses onto the thief's torso, the bodies grinding together perfectly. He smirks, withdrawing his manhood slightly before he thrust it straight back inside the taller man. "Ain't gonna stop talking Rems, not when I'm fuckin' ya.... yer just so fuckin' hot I have ta keep sayin' it," he rasps, punctuating words with thrusts into the thief. His hands dig into the wolf pelt as he slams into Remy.

REMY: *Loves the sound of Logan's voice washing over him, the feel of him pounding into him...the flesh, the fur, the sweat, need, heat, passion...Remy's mind stops working for a moment beyond the simplest concepts as he gives himself completely over to the lust and, yes, love (there, he said it, and consequences be damned!) he feels for Logan. All the myriad sensations explode like a supernova inside him as his eyes roll back in his head again, and he lets out a long moan that escalates into a full-blown cry of ecstasy* "Oh, Dieu...LOGAN!!!!" *For the second time that night, his cock swells and explodes in a geyser of his essence, in his fist this time instead of Logan's ass, but his own leather gloved fist...not that it's any less intense for that. His legs clench convulsively aroud the beautiful feral's waist and drag him to him, burying him to the hilt inside Remy and holding him there with inhuman, ecstasy-driven force, while Remy thrashes and writhes and screams in pure, unadulterated pleasure*

LOGAN: The feral's grunting and thrusting can only go on for so long; adrenaline and endorphines keep Logan hooked on slamming into the insanely handsome body below him. His hand wrenches again at the fur as he feels the energy inside him reach critical mass. With one final roar he climaxes again; sweat dripping down his torso as he shoots his load inside the Cajun. His own icy eyes are locked onto the burning coals that are Remy's; eyes that never fail to stare back as ruthlessly and challengingly as he can contemplate.