Remy LeBeau was tired. He smothered his yawn once more and leaned his head against the window. He let his eyes drift shut behind their protective dark lenses. He could feel his pulse throb against the soft, brown, doeskin leather collar around his throat. He wrapped his arms around his waist. He was cold, despite the thick slate blue sweater.

Twenty minutes later, Logan tucked a blanket around his sleeping partner. He shook his head. It was the middle of winter. "Cyke must have been outta his head to send you up here with me."

"Bobby ain't y're type," Gambit murmured.

"And how'd you know?"

Gambit snorted. "It's fuckin' freezin', homme."

"That's what happens up here in the winter." Logan settled on the other side of the bank of three seats that took up most of the private cabin and would convert into a bed later on that night. "Icecube'd be more useful in this weather."

"Y'd never've gotten on the train wit' him. 'Sides, he's straighter'n Cyke. Wouldn't know what t' do wit' a guy if he had one. He'd never have pulled dis off." Remy yawned. "This" was an inter-governmental sting to return several million in stolen artwork its respective countries. The problem had been finding agents able to first pull off the necessary façade and weren't known to the general staff. At the last moment, there was a suspected leak in the office, so no one from the task force or known to all of them would be safe. The timing cut out most everyone from the other field offices. The Canadian representative had suggested Logan. Remy's name had been on the American's short list. So when Cyke had demanded, via Xavier, that Wolverine take Gambit as back-up instead of some unknown, no one had protested too much.

So they had scrounged up suitable clothes and a few pieces of specialized equipment, registered for the convention at the last minute with three other couples and finally boarded the convention train. The Thornrose International Convention, was very expensive and fairly rigid in their standards, down to an interview held on the day of departure. That particular piece had given Remy's a heart-rate a spike, since they hadn't worked out past details of their "relationship", but Logan and tucked him neatly under his arm and answered the questions for both of them. The interviewer had looked Remy up and down and leered. Remy, playing up the shyness Logan had cited earlier, had summoned up a blush and curled closer to Logan's side. That was how they'd found themselves at a traveling BDSM convention, barreling along the top of North America, in a very nice little train car in the middle of the whitest land Remy had ever seen.

"Come here before you freeze."

Gambit snuggled into Wolverine's protective *warm* one-armed embrace. "Learn anythin'?"

"You've been flirtin' with anythin' that moves. I could sell ya in a heartbeat. The luggage compartment has some interestin' features. And we're right on at least one of the suspects and the timin'."

"Like a fake wall and the one who's been watchin' us?"

"Yep. And a stack of unlabeled boxes."

"Have t' check that out."

"Yep. Ya can sleep after dinner, kid."

"But. . ."

"After dinner," Logan stated calmly.

"After dinner. T'ink y' gettin' into' this, cher."

"You'd be surprised." Gambit yawned pointedly. He'd been out all night poking around. "The auctions tonight, boy. Maybe I ought to add ya to the roster."

"Y' wouldn' dare."

"Ya ain't been listenin' then have ya?"

"Non. T'ink of what Cyke'd do."

"Who says Cyke'd ever know?"

Gambit sat up straight, shaking off the arm. He pushed his glasses up to the top of his head. "De auction's strictly consensual. I ain't consentin'."

"It's fer the good of the team."

"What? So they can be sure Remy's a whore? Non."

Logan cocked his head to the side. "Who?"

"Quoi?"

"Who called ya a whore, kid?"

Remy went very still. "Why?"

"Cuz it ain't right, kid."

"Mais, if y' go after them, it'll just make them sure of it."

"Is it true?"

"Not anymore."

"Shit, kid. Ya shoulda told me."

"Ain't something' I want the team knowin'." Remy's eyes dropped. Logan cupped the younger man's chin and lifted it.

"Never said a word about the team. Said ya should've told me."

"Why?"

"Cuz it hurts ya. Cuz ya need to tell someone. So I can watch yer back."

"Y've always done right by m', Logan." Remy shrugged. "This ain't somethin' y' can help with."

"Could do better'n I have."

Logan placed a delicate kiss to the thief's lips. They parted under his light probe. Remy had never resisted a kiss. He offered himself up to Logan freely. Logan stroked Remy's cheek with his thumb.

"Ya like that, pet?"

"Oui, mon ami. Y' taste sweet. What y' been

"Just beer. I'm bettin' it was Wings." Logan kissed his way along the thief's jaw, then nipped at his ear.

"How so?" Remy tilted his head to give Logan access to his throat.

"Ain't One-Eye's sort of comment. Hank'd say prostitute and Bobby ain't never seen a whore or any kind." Remy snickered. Logan bit his lobe sharply and lapped away the blood.

"Y' gettin' far too int' character."

"And yer lovin' it." Logan grinned.

"Mais, a bit," Remy admitted, with an answering smile.

"I can smell ya gettin' turned on, ya know. Besides, we're bein' watched again, pet. Make it good."

"Oui, boss."

"Shades off," Logan said pulling back. Remy pouted. He tossed his shades onto the floor under the windows. Logan took the blanket away. "On yer knees." Remy resisted for a moment. Logan slapped him. Remy's demon-child eyes widened. He folded himself onto his knees between Logan's thighs.

Logan waited calmly. Their eyes locked. Eventually, Remy settled back on his heels. He laid his head against the inside of Logan's leg. Logan tangled his fingers in Remy's auburn locks. "Gonna catch a nap, pet. Stay."

"Yes, boss," Remy fairly growled. That's what he'd been *doing* before Logan showed up.

Logan tipped his head back and closed his eyes. His breathing evened out. Remy cursed him silently. Then, he closed his eyes and tried to recapture his earlier calm.

****

"I think your suspicions are unfounded," the spy stated. "Their private behavior is in keeping with their public presentation. The boy is asleep on his knees, head in his master's lap right now."

"You had better be right, or you will pay dearly. If the merchandise isn't transferred to the helicopter tonight, it will be on your head."

****

"Up, Rems."

Gambit glared at Logan, but stood. He folded his hands and waited patiently as Logan stretched. "Let's go. Dinner's started. I want ya to check out the luggage area. Find a way to piss me off fer the crowd."

"Boss?"

"What?"

"M' shades?"

"If I'd wanted ya to have them, I'd've said so."

"Definitely too int' character."

Logan snorted. "Move it, boy."

"Ain't no one out there seen m' eyes yet."

"Then keep 'em down. Do ya good to submit."

"Logan."

"I hate whinin'."

Remy winced at the sharp tone. His eyes dropped to the ground. He arranged his bangs to spill over his brows with a quick pull of his fingers. He wondered at how into character he himself was falling. He'd let Logan run the whole show, even though it was his area of expertise. He forced the thoughts to the back of his mind. He had more important things to think about at the moment.

****

The dinner car was richly appointed in cherrywood and yellow silk. It was also crowded with an accumulation of humanity that, except for the bits of leather and metal, could have been found in any five star restaurant. Remy had recognized several of the people there and they had politely ignored him as he had politely ignored them. Some things one just didn't discuss. Logan sat down at his usual table across from Lucinda, the event coordinator. They'd hit it off immediately. She was the only person attending without a partner. Her sub had come down with pneumonia and had begged off at the last minute. She'd taken a liking to the odd couple. Remy had money and it showed in his tastes, but Logan was more rough and tumble than this crowd ever really met. They fascinated her. Remy settled on the floor between Logan's legs with his usual cat-like grace.

Logan and Lucinda chatted amiably. Logan fed his pet morsels of steak with his fingers. Remy accepted, carefully licking the offering fingers clean. Logan ruffled the thief's bangs absently as he talked, much as he would have stroked a hunting dog he was pampering. They were both well aware of the eye on them, but no one stood out of the crowd. Several of them were obviously just enjoying the view, or looking for a topic of conversation.

"How did you get him?" Lucinda asked, dipping her finger in her wine and then licking off the drops.

"I was in the right place at the right time. He was lookin' for someone to put him in his place. I succeeded."

"Why?"

"Cuz I wasn't gentle." Logan shrugged. "Had to punish him hard at first."

"How did you find him?"

"Went to the same bar. His mouth got my attention." Remy scowled up at Logan, but didn't interrupt. Instead, he took to stroking Logan's crotch. The move got him a sharp smack on the back of his hand. He pouted.

"His lips?"

"Naw, his mouth. Needed someone to shut him up." Logan glared down as the thief shifted closer.

"Ah." She smiled. "You've broken him of the habit I see."

"Only in public." Logan sighed. "Next phase is private."

Remy rubbed his cheek over Logan's crotch. He nuzzled at the fly. The fingers in his hair tensed in warning. He repeated the motion. Logan's grip turned harsh in an instant. Remy looked up with wide eyes. He was far enough into his role that he didn't have to pretend fear at Logan's scowl. Logan excused himself and arranged for a bottle of red wine and the rest of the meal to be taken to their cabin. Every eye in the car was on Logan and his pet. It was the first time the young man had broken discipline in public.

Logan coiled his hand in Remy's wealth of hair and twisted, showing everyone what a perfect leash it made. "Hands behind yer back." Remy complied. The sharp clicks of the handcuffs seemed to echo in his head. His eyes closed and he bit his lip as Logan marched him back to their room. "Yer bein' willful, boy." Logan scented their suspect watching once more.

"Boss, I'm sorry," Remy said. A crack to the mouth made him stumble.

"That's two."

Even though the blow had been pulled, Remy tasted blood. He sank to his knees. A rubber ball was pressed to his lips, he pulled away from it, eyes wide. They'd never talked about this part of it. There hadn't been time.

"That's three, boy." Logan cupped the young man's jaw and pressed just behind the joint. Remy's teeth parted to accept the gag. It was buckled on tightly. Leather cuffs replaced the metal. They were linked with a simple padlock that would take only a few seconds to remove. Logan pressed Remy's badge to his palm. He wrapped the battered trench around Remy's shoulders and buttoned the top button, effectively hiding the bound hands. "Eyes forward, boy." Logan gathered a few items. He wrapped his hand in auburn silk again and walked Remy to the luggage compartment.

Remy shivered. He whined behind his gag. Logan didn't react, simply took him to the wall. "Knees." Remy knelt. "Cross yer ankles." Logan fixed them in that position with two straps of leather. Remy settled back on his heels, realizing that anyone who wanted to get to the packs that they assumed housed the art would have to move him first. And no one on the train would know his talents. Remy looked up. He winced and reared back when Logan attached a leash to his collar for the first time.

Logan wiped away the trickle of blood from Remy's lip with his thumb. He held the younger man's eyes as he carefully licked it off. Then, he pulled on the leash firmly until he could tie it off around the bottom of the shelf. "Be good."

Logan went back to the cabin. Damn, but the kid tastes good, he thought as the flavor of Remy's blood lingered on his tongue. He finished his dinner. He checked the time. The auction would be the best time for the transfer. No one would expect him to be there, not with a pet that needed a reminder of his training. He looked through the catalog.

****

"Where is Logan?" the lead smuggler asked. The cellphone's signal was crisp.

"Sitting, reading the catalog and eating."

"And the boy?"

"Tied down in the luggage car."

"Interesting development. Will he be a problem?"

The second snorted. "He's bound and gagged. We can move him if we need to."

"Very well. The auction starts in five minutes. Is Logan on his way?"

"No."

"Damn. Get ready for the transfer. We'll only have one chance at this."

"Yes, sir."

****

Gambit heard movement. He tensed. "We can't work with this kid in the way."

"I'll move him." Remy identified the voice: Marc Denton. "Come on, mutie," Denton said cheerfully. He freed the leash and untied Remy's ankles. He yanked hard on the lead and Remy stumbled after him. Denton tested the heavy lock at the young man's wrists. "That'll do. Too bad about the eyes." He fastened the leash tight to the wall. He groped the thief's crotch. "Could have had uses for you, but muties turn me off." Denton turned to the crew. "Get on with it."

He didn't notice when Remy freed his hands or when he unfastened the leash. "Game's over, Denton," Logan growled.

There was very little resistance from the hired help. They were just that, hired. They had no stake in the outcome. They'd just been told they were making a delivery. Denton tried to escape, but Gambit was too quick. He used the leash to tie the man's wrists.

"Who's yer boss, Denton?"

"What, don't you think he could handle it on his own?" the older man who stepped into the room said. He trained his gun on Remy.

"Arthur Cannes," Logan growled.

"Let us go, or your boy dies."

Logan snorted. He attacked without warning. Remy dodged the bullet. Denton wasn't so lucky. The bullet hit him in the chest. Logan knocked the gun from Cannes' hand, then slammed his head into the train's floor. He left him there.

He saw Remy pressing a handkerchief to Denton's chest. He investigated. Satisfied that the Cajun was fine, he located the conductor and the doctor he knew was on board. The police and an ambulance met them at the next possible opportunity.

****

Remy sighed as the last of the artwork was removed as evidence. He stretched. Logan heard his spine pop. "A little tense there, Remy?"

"Mais, a bit. Like makin' an alcoholic stock a bar."

Logan shook his head. "Come on, kid. I'll get ya a beer."

"Hot cocoa, mebbe? Somet'in' warm. We meetin' Cyke here or goin' on?"

"They're pickin' us up in Seattle."

"Evil town."

"Come on," Logan said again, this time with a gentle push.

In their cabin, Lucinda was waiting for them. She held out her hand to each of them in turn. "When the government told me that I wouldn’t recognize their undercover officers, I laughed at them. They were right. I never suspected. You were so high profile."

"We're more freelance than government," Logan told her.

Her brows raised. "I didn't know they worked that way."

"Only on special assignments," Remy informed her.

She nodded. "So are you two a regular couple?"

"Non, chere, my girl don' share too well."

"Yer girl's a bitch."

"Oui." Remy shrugged. He winked. "Make the fightin' more interestin'."

"She pushed ya off the roof last time ya fought."

"Landed on my feet. An' she spent a mont' makin' it up t' me."

"I know. Lost twenty bucks on that too."

"Oui?"

"Yeah. I bet she'd just dump and run like when ya went into that coma."

"We don' talk 'bout dat."

Lucinda watched with a smile. "I didn't realize he had claws."

"He hides them pretty well. Thanks fer the help, Lucinda."

"You are quite welcome. Thank you for keeping as many of us as possible out of the report. Enjoy the rest of your trip." She paused to run her fingers over the dark bruise on Remy's face. "All in the pursuit of authenticity, hmmm?" She kissed the bruise. "Everyone knows now. How you continue from here onto Seattle is your choice." She left.

"So, kid, you wanna keep wearin' my collar or are you quittin'?"

Remy licked his lips. He didn't deny the thrill the idea gave him, even if Rogue would kill him for it. He put his coat up on the hook and settled down next to Logan, as far from the window as he could get. Logan put an arm around him. "Shit, kid, yer freezin'."

"Oui."

Logan grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around the thief. "Ya need food. I'll be back in a few."

Gambit took off his shoes and pulled his feet up onto the seat. Could he seriously be considering leaving on the collar? Well, yes, he decided. Logan wouldn't hurt him. And it wasn't like anyone would ever have to know. Content, Remy drifted off. Logan snickered. The Cajun was chewing on a section of hair. Logan moved it out of his mouth. "Hey, kid," he said softly. "Promised Hank ya'd eat." Remy wrapped his hands around the mug of cocoa, willing the sleepiness away.

"Merci." He ate everything Logan brought him, then fell back to sleep. Logan didn't sleep, taking what might be his last opportunity to watch the way Remy's pulse beat against the leather.

****

The morning sun streamed through the window. Remy grumbled and buried his eyes in Logan's shoulder. Remy woke as the Canadian laughed. "Mornin'."

After breakfast, Logan tugged gently on the collar. "Are ya mine, Remy?"

"Until we get t' Seattle," Remy confirmed.

Logan kissed him to seal the bargain. "Open up." He pressed the black ballgag into place and buckled it tight. Remy's fingers traced over the leather straps. "That's a good look for you, kid."

Remy whined. Logan ignored the pitiful sound. "I been waitin' fer a year to fuck ya." Remy blinked and reached to trace Logan's jaw. "Strip," Logan said coolly. "I wanna see my property."

Remy shivered as Logan closed the blinds on the door and the window. The thief undressed, folding his clothes neatly. He stood, shoulders back, proudly on display. Logan traced over his body. "This is gonna be a Hell of a good time, boy." Logan folded out the bed. "Lay down." Remy laid down on his back. "Ya stay there, no matter what. Unless it's life threatenin' of course." Logan flipped him and tied his wrists to the frame above his head. Remy struggled, but gave up as Logan's hands started to knead his muscles.

Logan's ears caught the low purr in the back of Remy's throat. He snickered. His hands were gentle and soon Remy was limp on the bed. Logan turned him onto his back. The ropes at his wrists tightened. Remy's eyes flew open. Logan straddled the young man's hips and leaned down. "First yer gonna come fer me. Then, I'm gonna fuck ya." Remy's eyes dilated.

Logan's touch wasn't as gentle as he stroked Remy's chest. He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. He nipped at it. The thief jerked in his bonds, suddenly hyper aware of them. Logan moved his attention to the other side. He could feel Remy's hardness growing against his stomach as he loomed over him. He nipped along the sharp edge of his ribs. Remy whimpered. "Gonna eat ya up," Logan stated, drawing blood with his next bite.

Remy twisted and arched and fought. He desperately wanted to touch the older man. He could feel Logan's arousal through the dense fabric of his jeans where it pressed against him. He could sense the deep affection and the heat of lust warring with the sharp predatory urge to hurt. Remy wanted to pull on that affection, to soothe the bloodlust. He could charm with words, but not with the hard rubber intruder that filled his mouth and made his jaw ache. He tried to push it out with his tongue, which resulted in his body thinking he was choking. Logan soothed him, stroking his throat and wiping away the tears. He pressed a kiss to the sweaty brow. Remy pulled at the ropes. He looked up with wide, pleading eyes.

"No, boy," Logan chuckled. He nuzzled Remy's throat. The roughness of his sideburns rubbed at the overheated skin. Logan could hear the purr once more and was satisfied. He returned to his earlier assault. He bit at the hip joint and licked down along the flesh where the thigh and pelvis met. Remy strained up, begging for Logan to pay attention to his cock. Logan indulged him for a moment, then pulled away. Remy groaned in disappointment. Logan worked down Remy's legs, alternating from side to side. He paused to look over the body so pleasingly displayed beneath him. He took Remy's cock in his hand and just held it for a moment, enjoying the desperate rise of Remy's hips.

"Come for me, boy," he growled as he started to stroke. Remy bowed up into the touch. He came in Logan's hand and collapsed back bonelessly. "Good boy." Logan stripped as Remy heaved in breathes. He listened as the heart-rate steadied. He knelt beside the bed and stroked down Remy's thigh. He reached between the spread legs and slowly, carefully, inserted one finger into the puckered ring of muscle he sought.

Remy pushed down eager for more. Logan smiled. He located the lube he'd brought just in case and coated two fingers. He finger fucked the tight passage. Remy's legs splayed wider and his cock bobbed to attention. Logan coated his erection and settled between Remy's legs. He pressed forward carefully. Remy wrapped his legs around Logan's waist. Logan surged forward. A muffled scream worked from behind the gag. Logan smirked, but paused, not wanting to hurt the thief too badly. Remy adjusted to the feel of Logan's size. Logan started to thrust. Remy's eyes closed. Logan bit at Remy's throat. The overload of sensation drove any lingering thoughts from Remy's mind.

Logan froze buried deep in tight, grasping heat. He came in a hard pulsing stream. He collapsed across his lover. Remy's erection throbbed against Logan's stomach. Remy writhed, trying for more stimulation. Logan growled in Remy's ear. "No, boy. Not without permission."

Remy sobbed, but froze, recognizing the underlying order. Logan slowly eased free. "For me, Baby, only me." He put his hand over the silken iron. Remy looked at him pleadingly. "Nope. Go to sleep, Cajun." Logan curled close and pulled up the blankets, leaving Remy bound and gagged. He stroked the trapped cock absently as he snored lightly. Remy came, coating Logan's fist. He passed out. Logan's eyes slitted open and he grinned. Kid had a lot to learn, but it was definitely going to be worth the ride.

FINIS

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