Part 11

 

The kids were out within half an hour and Creed was there shortly after.  He stopped Logan's car just outside the gate and vaulted over the fence.  He approached the mansion and tried to look calmly at Logan when he spotted him.  "How'd you get here so fast?" he grumbled.

Baring his teeth at him, Logan launched himself at Creed faster than a blink, his claws sinking into his chest and neck, and then tearing them out again, covered in bits of flesh.  Victor retaliated this time and started slashing at Logan's face and gut.  "How can you fuck that whoring trash!!??" he shouted at the top of his lungs while swiping at Logan, more trying to get him out of his way than trying to hurt Logan.

Feeling the blood rise up in his throat, Logan was way beyond talking at that moment.  He swore he would find a way to kill him and he would right now.  Sinking his claws into him again to get a good grip, Logan rammed his head into the stone of the gate.  He was completely feral.

"Logan!" Victor shouted, trying to reach him, but he wasn't getting anywhere.  An idea running through his head, he started inside the mansion, smashing open doors and dodging security like he'd done it his whole life.  He headed toward the Danger Room.

Running after him, Logan leapt on his back and sunk his claws in him, trying to cut off his head.  He was basically riding him because he was so much bigger, snarling and sinking his teeth into him, tearing off chunks, leaving one mighty bloody trail.

Victor threw Logan off of him and across the room long enough to get into the Danger Room, but allowing Logan to come in after him.  Logan came roaring in after him and threw himself atop Creed, still ripping and tearing, trying to get a good hold of his vitals and put them where they just couldn’t get pulled back into his body.

Calling for a bonding from the computer, Victor used Gambit's code and the shackles appeared in time for Victor to clasp them on the unsuspecting Logan.  That would allow him to heal for a moment while he was trying to pull himself from the wall.

Thrashing madly, Logan snarled and tore at the wall, but was unable to get free.  He managed to get control of language and roared, “Lemme go!!”

Tearing off a piece of his tattered shirt, Victor wrapped it around Logan's mouth in as a gag.  He didn't need him shouting commands at the computer.

Logan continued to thrash, starting to gnaw through the gag, trying to scream out mentally to Emma or whoever was listening.  He growled like a lunatic.  Feeling much better, Victor called for more shackles, repeatedly tying him to the wall.  "That aughtta keep y'." he said, after sticking a metal clamp around his mouth so he couldn't speak even after he’d gnawed through the fabric.

Going still and glaring at Creed with razor sharp eyes, Logan waited for what he was going to do.  Victor ran a claw down the side of Logan's cheek. 

Remy felt Logan's cry of panic and jumped up to unlock the door to his cell.  He rushed down the hall.  The Danger Room doors opened suddenly and Remy jumped into the room and froze at what he saw.  Creed smiled evilly that his target had come to him.  "Come 'ere, swamp rat," he commanded with his claws still too close to Logan for Remy's comfort.  "Don't think I can't shred him enough to kill 'im when he's like this," he said gesturing to Logan's trapped body.

Looking up, eyes wild, Logan projected in his mind, Remy!!  Get back to your goddamn cell!!  He was definitely mad at him now.

Feeling Logan's rising panic and anger, and seeing him struggle when Remy showed up, Remy swallowed and ran back for the cell, knowing that Logan would want him there.  He would have to figure out a way to beat Sabertooth.  Remy couldn’t' help Logan if he were dead, so he locked the cell behind him and tried to work remotely, through voice access to the computer, on a way to help Logan.

Sagging in relief, Logan was almost entirely relaxed knowing Remy was in his cell.  Victor let him go, knowing that he couldn't catch the boy before he could get to safety.  "Now what kind o' lover do you call that, hunh?" he asked menacingly as he continued to explore Logan's tied up body.  "He just went and left you."

Baring his teeth at Creed from behind the gag, Logan was almost daring him to do his worst, ‘cause what the hell?  He couldn’t get Remy!!  Victor licked Logan's cheek above the gag and purred, "I'd never leave you, Logan."

Jerking his head away, Logan growled at him in that warning way that dogs did.

Victor started removing Logan's clothes, shredding them off his body and revealing the pristine skin underneath... if somewhat blood stained.  He licked Logan's body, cleaning it of the fresh blood belonging to both of them.  This brought back memories, he thought to himself as he worked his way down to Logan's pants, making short work of them.

Feeling a sting of panic, Logan suspected he was about to be raped.  He huffed hard against the gag, snarling at him, filled with dread.  This wasn’t a fair fight!

Lapping at Logan's soft penis, Victor nipped at it very lightly with his teeth.  Taking the whole thing in his mouth, he sucked hard, willing the flesh to respond.  Logan was getting hard in his mouth.  Getting frantic, he was releasing his claws to try to get close to the gag in his mouth, trying to tear it off, but he just couldn’t reach.  He reeked of fury.

Pleased with his flesh responding, Victor worked his mouth around the hardening rod and then moved behind him in the small space allowed him by the wall.  Spreading his cheeks, he lapped in his crack, making it all wet with his slobber, kissing and nibbling at his ass.  His tongue darted into his hole and wiggled around.  "You like that, don't you, Logan?" he asked, knowing the answer.  They had made love too many times for him not to know how much Logan liked it.

Freaking out, Logan had issues about being touched like that and thrashed, starting to feel the material in his mouth start to give way to his gnawing.  He could mutter a little.  “Creeg...”

"Yeah, runt?" he asked as he lapped, then got his cock ready.  He wasn't about to stick a finger inside-- he'd tear Logan up.  This wasn't about fighting or pain.  This was about reminding Logan about all the pleasure they had together, now that he could, he would.

“Goddaki’ya....”  He started spitting material out of his mouth, struggling to get away from him.  “Geroffame!” he shouted under the metal gag.  Logan was more scared than aroused.

"Logan... I'm gonna make you fly," he purred into his ear as he placed his hard cock to Logan's entrance.  Gently, he pushed in and massaged his cheeks as he did so, encouraging him to loosen up as his head made its way into Logan's shackled body.

Logan could feel some emotional well inside him start to wake.  He breathed hard and fast, tears streaking down his face.  “Creeg... Gno...”  His heart was beating triple time.  He had always hated being touched like that, panicking to the core.  His arousal was absolutely gone and he was sweating in a severe panic attack.

"Come on, Logan... Remember me," he said into his ear as he slid the rest of the way in, brushing against Logan's prostate at the end of the stroke.  Jerking, Logan bowed his head, feeling the urge to be sick.  It hurt, it was humiliating, it didn’t feel anything other than these.  He started choking back the urge to throw up.

Remy was working furiously in the cell trying to find a way to get through to the Danger Room.  He hadn't thought he would need to do this from a cell and so didn't have a ready pathway to it.  He needed to just stop that program in the Danger Room.  Verbally, he had gotten in touch with the computer and once the computer responded to him, he said, hurriedly, "'Puter, end program!!!"  The shackles in the Danger Room disappeared and Victor was fucking into a freed Logan.  He tried to grab him and fall on him, still bucking into his former lover.

Getting even in Creed’s arms Logan could reach back and put a claw in his face.  While he was blinded by pain and blood, Logan got free and turned around and tore out his throat before wrapping his arms around his middle.  Staggering into the center of the room Logan fell flat on his face with a loud clunk before curling up.

Remy ran into the Danger Room and went straight to Logan.  "'Puter, Program Creed Alpha one-- execute!" and a cage made for all intents and purposes of adamantium descended on Creed's genetic signature.  He was trapped.

Getting up, Logan curled away from Remy's touch, falling to his knees and finally retched on the floor, then rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Cher... what happened?" Remy asked, reaching out to Logan, but not touching him.  He wanted to help his lover so much, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Shying away from Remy’s outstretched hand again, Logan staggered into the locker room to find an old uniform to put on to cover his nudity.  He felt empty and absolutely filthy, torn to shreds even though his body had healed.  Veering away from his locker to the showers, Logan turned it on high and curled up under it.

Remy was left in the Danger Room with Creed and no one to stop him from killing the man.  All of the rage he felt at Creed hurting Logan boiled inside him and he ran at the cage of the man still holding his head on the floor.  Once he reached it, he banged against the bars and shouted wordlessly at him, sending a wave of anger and hurt and hatred at him.  The wave hit Creed and instead of wallowing around on the floor in his own blood, he just lay there.  Unconscious or dead, Remy didn't know, but at that moment, he didn't care.  Completely spent of his anger and rage, he went in search of Logan.  He staggered a little at the amount of energy he just propelled, but he made it to the locker room where Logan was, hearing the shower running.  He waited for Logan out in the dry area, not wanting to intrude, since it was obvious he wanted to be alone.

Whining softly like a dog in pain, Logan didn’t know Remy was there since all his senses were focused inward.  He hurts deeper than he ever had before.  Cringing at the sound of Logan's whimper, Remy lay his head in his hands.

Trying to clean himself where Creed was, Logan soaped between his legs, cheeks, and all over his cock and chest and face, frantically.

Silently, Remy went hunting for and found a towel, to have it ready for Logan when he came out.  After several hours, Logan rose on shaky legs, and staggered out of the showers.  He didn’t even see Remy there, and wetly padded towards his locker.  Remy made sure not to look at Logan as he handed him the towel and walked out of the locker room to check and see if Creed was dead.

Logan didn’t know where that towel appeared from, but he took it and slowly dried himself before crawling into an old uniform stashed away in locker.

Remy found that Creed was at least still not moving after several hours, if not dead, it would serve as good as for the moment.  Remy went and left a note on the Danger Room doors that Creed was inside and to enter at one's own risk.  He headed up to the kitchen to cook something.  He got a large pot of gumbo started and he went to call Reed Richards' number.

Coming back into the Danger Room, Logan saw Creed lying on the floor in a pool of blood and walked over to him.  “Get up.”  He could tell he was still breathing.

Creed stirred slightly at the command from his former lover and his eyes searched him out.  He felt like crap and his eyes were defocused, having a hard time keeping Logan in his sights.  Baring his teeth, Logan snarled so ferally he could hardly be understood, “Did you think I was going to fall in love with you if you raped me?!”

"Lo...gan...." he mumbled out, barely intelligibly.  Victor couldn't understand any of the words that were being said to him because his brain was so fried.

Getting up, Logan started pacing.  “Heal faster!”  He was so aggravated.  After a moment, he kicked the cage, knowing that creed should be healed from the wounds he had inflicted on him.  “Whassa matter with you!?”  Victor tried to move, but was only able to move a couple of inches, then had to flop back down into his dried blood, unconscious.  Pacing around, Logan studied him.  “Creed...?”  Creed was unresponsive.

“Awe, fuck....”  As he paced around, he half wanted him dead, and half wanted him alive and suffering.  Logan roamed a little longer, not knowing what to do.  He wondered how that cage fell, anyway.

Remy was upstairs just finishing his call to Richards' place when he had to run to the pot that was nearly boiling over.  He ended up burning himself a little, but nothing too bad, and cooled it in the sink.  The gumbo would be fine though, thank goodness.  He let the soup occupy his attention as he waited for Logan to come up.  The kids and everybody were going to be back in about an hour.

Creed wasn't doing a whole lot except for shallowly breathing as Logan paced around the room.  Sitting in front of the cage, Logan had to talk to him about this or he wouldn’t be settled.  He would wait.  An hour later Creed started to stir in his cage and blinked his eyes, finding Logan sitting outside his cage... that was actually kind of familiar. 

Watching him, Logan asked, “You up?”  Creed nodded slightly and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.  That kid fucked him up good, he noted as he tried to concentrate on Logan.  Watching him, he said, “So.  Explain what that was all about.  Or I'll lobotomize you again.”

Creed frowned at that, but didn't get angry like Logan might have expected.  "I thought you would remember me..." he defended weakly.  "I thought you would feel good.  You loved it every time I gave it to you before...."

Snikt-ing his claws out, Logan lashed out at the cage even though he couldn’t damage it.  “We were never lovers, CREED!!  Even if we were what makes ya think ya got the right ta rape me!?”  He struck the bars as though it was him and spit on him and kept pacing.  “Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't let Emma shut yer brain down!!!”

"I love you, Logan..." he mumbled out.  "I love you more than that bratt of yours upstairs does!" he shouted.  "He left you when he thought I was gonna kill you!"

Darkly, Logan paced again.  “No he didn't.  Ya better think of a better reason than that.”

"That I love you isn't enough?  I was desperate to get you to remember me, Logan!  If you'd remember me, I wouldn't have ta kill that piece o' trash yer fuckin'!" he snarled.

Logan got right up against the bars, and wielded his claws at him.  “Yer not getting’ close ta Remy, you hear me!?”

Victor avoided the claws, moving sluggishly out of the way.  He was slashed a little, but healed quickly enough to not be too bothered by it.  "Not in this cage, I'm not, but if I get out, he's Cajun salsa," he threatened.

Not doubting he could do it, Logan stood up.  “Yer dead, Creed.  I think I can deal with not havin’ any memory so long as you're dead.”  He turned to go to the door.

Victor started thrashing about the cage, shouting obscenities in several languages and wasn't close to stopping when Logan left.  Immediately putting up those mental shields as formidable as ever, because he needed to talk to Emma and no chance in hell was she going see what he did to him, he headed up to Emma’s office.  “Emma?”

Emma was offloading the students still and turned to Logan.  "You look absolutely disgusting," she said, amicably.  "I take it Creed is dealt with," she said.

Shoulders hunched up defensively, Logan muttered, “I want you to kill him.”

Emma left the students with Scott and headed for her office.  There was no way she was going to discuss something like that in front of them.  Logan didn’t really care who was around; he definitely wasn’t in that mindset to care.  As soon as her office door was closed, he asked, “Will you?”

"Logan, as much as I feel the need to have him out of our lives forever, I do not relish the prospect of shutting down someone's mind."  She knew how it felt to have to do that and did not want to have to again.  "I will not have it done here in the mansion regardless.  The children do not need to be exposed to that."

“Don't need ta be exposed ta a bloodthirsty lunatic tearin’ people ta bits either.  I want him dead.”

"My suggestion would be that we hand him over to the state authorities to have him be executed legally by particle dissemination, but I don't think we could trust the government to do that."

“He's gotten away from the government before, Emma.  He's gotten away from us.  And he's threatened to kill Remy.”

"I'm not disputing that.  I'll talk to Scott about it and see what he thinks we should do.  If we decide to take care of Creed ourselves, I would commission Forge to create an atomizer for us that we can use for this purpose."  Emma wasn't happy about the whole situation, but she and Scott were trying to present good models to the children at the school.  If they did this, it would have to be in complete secrecy.

Glaring at her, he said, “Didn't know you were such a goody-goody, Frost.”  He flopped down in one of her chairs.  “There's somethin’ else I gotta know….”

"What is that?" she asked haughtily.

Drumming his fingers against the chair arms, he said, “He keeps tellin’ me things...  Things that supposedly happened before my mind got wiped.”  He looked at her.  “I want to know if they're true or if someone's fucked with his head.”  He muttered, “Or if he's just fuckin’ with mine.”

"You're asking me to go into his mind and see if his memories are true?"  That would be a near-impossible process if there had been any tampering at all, but if there was tampering, she would be able to tell.  There would be inconsistencies, and large jumps of time in memory that marked the artificial nature of the memories.  She sighed.  "I will check to see if his memories have been tampered with.  If they have, there's no telling what is real or not-- if there are no signs of tampering, then you can assume he is telling the truth."

Nodding, Logan felt a little sick.  “How soon can you do it?”

"Give me a minute to prepare myself," she said, massaging her temples.  Just the thought of doing something like this gave her a headache.  She hated slimy minds like Creed’s and didn't care to see just how many people he killed.

Really nervous, Logan thought if he was telling the truth, he definitely didn’t want her to see it, but he couldn't possibly be telling the truth....  After Emma was ready, she headed out the door.  "I assume Creed is in the lower levels?" she asked him on the way down the halls.

“Danger Room,” he said following her.

"Very well," she said and went directly there.

Walking into the room where Creed was still locked in that little cage, Logan closed the door and crossed his arms.  Finding Creed looking even more grotesque than Logan was, Emma had been expecting that.  He was raging in his cage still.

Leaning against the wall and glaring, he called, “Shaddup, Creed, there's a lady present.”  He really didn’t like Emma, but he liked the opportunity to tell Creed to shut up.

Emma closed her eyes and went into Creed’s mind, having to fight through a lot of crap that was bouncing around his mind in order to get to any memory segments.  **Show me your life,** she told him and he calmed down in the cage.  Maybe Logan had done this so he could tell if they had lived together in the past, Victor thought at Emma’s request.  Creed jumped to his earliest memory of Logan and Emma gasped.  The memory played on and jumped rather naturally throughout the years as he recalled their life together.  She saw their relationship with every aspect of it and didn't even get through the first five hundred years of their life together.  "What has he been telling you, Logan?" she asked, out of breath.

“We were....”  He was really nervous, hoping she was out of breath because of all the unnatural crap in there.  “.... together.”

Emma nodded.  "That is what I saw in his mind," she said, looking at the floor, then hesitantly up to Logan's eyes.  "I am sorry.  He seemed a very different person in the segments of life he showed me."  She was pretty puzzled at this.

Heart thumping, Logan sank down to the floor.  “I...  I was...  That…”  He eyed the crazed, drooling mess in the cage.  “That was my lover!?”

"Logan... what I saw... it was so long ago that the language he was speaking is not spoken any more.  He was someone completely different than he is now.  That should not save him from his actions of the recent past, but don't tear yourself up because you loved a man who was once decent," she said trying to be reassuring.

Bowing his head, Logan couldn’t comprehend this.  “I must be partially responsible for what he is now....”

"Do not be ridiculous, Logan.  We are all responsible for our own actions.  He is no different for having been in love.  I do not know what happened between the two of you to make you change, but it is not your fault.  You must move on, Logan."

“Me!?  I changed!?”

"You seemed... less gruff," she quirked a smile.

Hopelessly, he asked, “Did he seem less crazy?”

"Far less so," she said.  "Part of me wishes that I could unlock the reasons for his madness, but I am unsure if there is anything we could do about it regardless of if we found the cause."

Holding his face in hands, Logan suddenly felt overwhelmed.  “Think you should go now, Emma.”

"What are you going to do, Logan?" she asked as she made ready to leave.

Shaking his head, he said, “I don't know....” he said softly.  “Thank you.”

She nodded and left quietly.

Logan sat very quietly against the wall for a long time.

Emma went upstairs to find Remy to see how he was and to check with him to see if he was the cause of the crazy state of Victor's head.  Its disarray smacked of a psi-blast.

"Logan...." Victor said after watching Logan's hurt face.  "I'm sorry." he said barely audibly.  Swallowing hard, Logan was torn between fury and heartbreak.  Finally he got up and tore into the Danger Room until there was nothing left but robot parts and even with his healing factor he was too exhausted to stand up.

"Can I come out?  Please, lover?" he asked quietly.  He wanted to hold Logan and the longing showed through in his voice.  "I just want to hold you..."

Huffing harshly, Logan finally muttered, “Computer abort program....” and the cage around him dissolved.  Victor crawled over to Logan, still unsteady and wrapped an arm gently around Logan who was also still on the floor.  Turning his head into Creed, Logan carefully took a sniff, just to see if there was anything there... at all... that he remembered.  Victor embraced Logan tightly.

Carefully, Logan started exploring him, smelling his arms and his chest and his neck and shoulders, using his hands to see if the feel of him was familiar at all.  Logan! Victor thought, relieved.  He snuffled back, running his nose through his hair, feeling such joy at being with his lover like this again.  He wanted to kiss Logan, and tentatively leaned his head in to touch his lips lightly against Logan's.

Letting him, Logan uses it as an opportunity to see if he tasted familiar.  At what he took as a sign of acceptance, Victor let his tongue out to slide across Logan’s lips.  "<I missed you,>" he said in Ancient Greek.

Responding in Ancient Greek, Logan said, “<I still can't fuckin’ remember you.>”  He crawled out of his lap and went to sit on a pile of broken robot.  Victor's eyes were full of sadness as he watched Logan move away.

Eyeing the door, he asked, “We were together for 2000 years?”  He wasn’t really eyeing the door, just staring at wherever Creed wasn’t.

"Yes.  Do you want to remember me, Logan?" he asked, hopeful.  "Now that you know I'm telling the truth...."

“I'm not sure.”  He wanted to remember anything, really.  “What did I see in you?”  He was really curious, actually.

Victor was disheartened by the question and looked at the floor.  "At first, you saw somebody who was really attractive... then you saw an athlete... then you saw an equal... then you saw a lover.  That's what you always told me when I asked that," he explained. He supposed that after 2000 years, he had started to take Logan for granted.  In the early days, when he was still amazed at Logan’s love for him, he had asked questions like those... but he hadn't felt the need to recently.

For some reason that sounded familiar...  had he said that before?  To whom?  In this lifetime?  He couldn’t get a grasp of it, but the familiarity was definitely there.  “You always crazy?”

"A little, I guess.  You were always gettin' on my case about not takin' advantage o' people.  I never understood why you cared so much...."

Looking over at him, Logan asked, “You loved me?  More'n anything an’ anyone?”

Nodding, Victor said, "Still do..." his expression became more pained.  That was why he was so insane with jealousy that he was willing to kill Gambit-- that whore!

“Then why'd you lettum wipe my brain?”  He released his claws, holding them up for him to see.  “Why'd you lettum do this ta me!?”

"They took you away, Logan!  You disappeared one day and then I tried to find you, but I couldn't....  I finally found you weeks later-- but I was too late.  They found me right after that.  I know what you went through, lover.  They did it to my claws," he explained.  "They did it to my bones too," he finished.

“How'd you keep your head intact!?” and I didn't!?

"I think I went crazy and-- killed them all-- before they could finish anythin'."

“I thought I killed ‘em all!”

"I saw what you did.  They took me to a different installation."

Swallowing, Logan went over to the wall and pressed his forehead against the cold metal.  “I brought Emma in here ta kill you, ya know.”

Victor bowed his head.  "I don't blame ya," he said.  "I'm really sorry, Logan.  Can you... forgive me?" he asked, not knowing whether clemency was going to be granted.

“No.  Not if ya think yer gonna hurt Remy.”

Whore! he shouted to himself.  "Will you leave him?"  That's the only way I could stand to not see his blood all over my body.

“No.”  He turned back against the wall, looking at him straight.  “I remember loving him.  I don't remember loving you.”

"Even if you got your memory back?"

“Even then.  Remy needs me.”

"But..."  But I need you, Logan! he shouted internally, closing his eyes in pain.  "I...."

“Question is what ta do with you....”  He really felt like he couldn’t kill him now.

"If you can't leave him... then kill me," he said darkly.  "Or I'll kill him," he said, the insanity starting to seep back into his voice.  "I couldn't stand to see him with you," he said his voice full of hate.

Looking at him very closely, even though he knew Creed couldn’t give him an answer, just had to ask.  “Is it my fault that yer like this?”

Victor almost felt that it would be more merciful to kill him than have to watch Logan be with a whore or to have to lose him because killing the whore would make him hate Victor.

Narrowing his eyes at him, he shouted, “Tell me, Creed!  Am I responsible for your killing and raping?!”

Victor didn't really see how it could be his fault.  Victor had suggested that they enter the services, and that was where everything got screwed up, but he was starting to feel angrier the longer he looked at Logan whom he was losing all over again.  He wanted to tell Logan that it was his fault, hurt him, make him feel guilty, but couldn't make it sound convincing.  "Yer the one who wanted to sign up with these Weapon X people," he said with a shrug.  "I smelled a rat from the beginning."

Going a bit tense, Logan said, “You're lying.”

"Yer right, I am.  Wha' d'y' expect, punk?  You think that you can control me?  You were my greatest influence, but I was also yours."  Victor was getting up, heading for the door of the Danger Room.

“Where do ya think yer goin’?”  He was going to jump on him or activate the adamantium cage.

"I want outta here.  I don't ever wanna see your face again."  He was going to say 'ugly face' but that just... really wasn't a description of Logan's face.  He had a beautiful face and he wanted to surround himself with ugliness so he wouldn't have to be reminded of it.

Getting in between him and the door, Logan said, “Yer not leavin’.  I'm keepin’ an eye on you.”

"Lemme leave, runt," he growled, towering over the man blocking the door.

“No.”  His claws came out with a snikt.  “You c'n stay a yer own free will or you c'n stay in an adamantium cage.  But yer stayin’.”  He was most unimpressed with Creed’s bulk.

"Then put me in the fuckin' cage, 'cause I don't wanna see your mug!" he growled, just barely controlling his need to rage out into the mansion and find Gambit to pick his teeth with his bones.

Triggering the adamantium cage to fall on him, Logan watched him dispassionately.  “Emma'll come down and put ya in a holdin' cell.  We use this room fer other purposes y'know.”

"Logan..." Victor said.

For some reason it seems much more familiar when Creed said his name. “....Yeah.”

"I know I can't really kill you—not while you wanna live... an' I don't wanna see you with the whore," he spat.  "So... you better kill me soon, or I'm gonna find a way out of here and I'm gonna rip yer whore apart and we're gonna fight fer fuckin' eternity."  He felt in so much pain at the moment that he wanted to die.  He wanted to throw up from the thought of Logan and Remy being together.  Kill me before I change my mind about lettin' ya.

Walking right up to the bars, Logan was completely unafraid of him.  “Yer not gonna see me an Remy t’gether.  In fact, yer not gonna see Remy again fer the rest a my natural life.”  Which meant ever and ever.  “So you better cool yer heels here, cause I ain’t killin’ ya either.”

"Why!!!!!????" he roared.  He threw himself against the cage, sorry he had ever trusted Logan to kill him mercifully.  "Yer gonna leave me here an' torture me??!"

Eyeing him throwing his little fit, Logan said, “You made the stupid bloody mistake a lettin’ on you know a lot about my past.  Yer the only man livin’ that can claim that.”

"Fuck you, you selfish bastard!!!" he shouted throwing himself up against the bars.  "Get that fuckin' telepath o' yours t' take my memory!"

“I'll check in on ya.”  He turned his back on Creed.  He needed to go check on Remy.

Remy was upstairs working on his fourth pot of gumbo.  Coming upstairs, Logan felt completely baffled.  Sniffing him out, Logan found him in the kitchen.  “Hey, darlin’...  You on cookin’ duty?”

"I jus... couldn' stop—once I started," he said kind of shakily.  "Sabertooth dead yet?" he asked.

“No....” he said wrapping his arms around Remy from behind, pressing his face into his back.  He couldn’t imagine how he could ever be Sabertooth's lover.  “No...  But he won't hurt ya, darlin’...” he assured stroking his stomach, feeling so much better having Remy in his arms.

Remy sighed a little.  "D'accord.  Y'... mad at me, cher?" he asked gingerly.  He had been doing nothing but building up his shields constantly while he had been cooking and people left him mostly alone, so he couldn't just see things, but he was pretty sure that the more volatile emotions could rip through his shields pretty easily.

“No.  Definitely not mad at you.  I'm...  Really freaking proud a you, kid....”  He made Remy turn around so he could put his head on Remy’s chest and hear and feel his heartbeat, mutters very quietly.  “Mine.”

"P-proud?" Remy said perplexed and overjoyed.  He looked into Logan's eyes and searched for his reasoning.

“Yeah.”  He pushed his hands under Remy’s shirt and traced his back.  “Yeah...  Really, really proud.”

Remy's eyes fluttered closed at the contact with Logan.  His touch felt like a drug and Remy leaned closer to Logan.  "Wha' d' I do... so I can do it more often?" he smiled crookedly.

Softly smiling, Logan said, “Let's hope ya never have ta do it again, kid....”  He really didn’t want to talk about the rape even though Remy saved him from it, but he figured Remy really deserved the praise.  “Ya used yer head...  Always admired that about ya...”

"Oh..."  Remy's hands started caressing Logan through his spandex and Remy really wanted to feel his skin, even though the fabric was nice.  "I'll do dat more often den," he said and leaned down to kiss Logan passionately.  Kissing him back, Logan gripped onto him like he was a lifeline.

Emma walked in on the two of them and cleared her throat loudly.  "Ahem!"

Starting because Logan had all his senses focused entirely on Remy, he looked over at her a little dazed from the kiss.  Remy was equally dazed and looked at Emma perplexed.  "We're ready for another pot when you can manage it, Remy," she said, smirking and walked out.  The kitchen staff hadn't had anything ready to go and the kids had been without food since breakfast, so when Remy was cooking when they came home and he wanted to keep cooking, Emma penciled in gumbo on the lunch menu.  It had gone over very well with the kids so far.

Turning back to look at him, he muttered, “Nothin’ but gumbo for the rest a’ their lives?”

"What?  I din' say I was gon' be de new cook," Remy defended and turned to the pot on the stove that was pretty much ready.  "Hungry?" he asked lamely.  "I could set some aside for y' from dis pot," he offered.

“That'd be nice...  Have you ...  Oh, shit, hold on.”  He raced out after Emma.  “Emma!  Creed's in the Danger Room...  You wanna... y' know...” he said pointing to his head.  “Zonk him out and put him in a cell?  A really mean, Creed-proof cell?”

Emma stared at Logan disdainfully and sighed.  "Fine, I'll go and deal with him."  She sauntered off and got Scott to go with her so he could help her move him. 

Grinning sharkily, he said, “Thanks, doll,” and rushed back to Remy.  “Have you eaten yet?”

Remy shook his head after he put some soup into a bowl for Logan.  He grabbed another one and filled it.  "Can I join y'?" he asked.

“Course...” he said grabbing Remy’s belt loop and pulling him into the Staff Dining Area.  He just wanted him close, still being severely unsettled.

Remy left the pot there, hoping someone else would come in and get it, and settled down to eat with Logan.  "Y' doin' better?" Remy asked.  It had scared him that Logan was so unresponsive to him or anything earlier, in the locker room.

Nodding, he suddenly felt very tired, much more tired than he had ever felt before.  He nibbled at the gumbo.  “'S good...”

"Tanks," Remy said and recognized the aversion to the topic. 

Finishing the bowl, Logan then slumped down in the chair and took hold of Remy’s hand, closing his eyes.  Deciding that he wouldn’t bother Logan about his earlier behavior, Remy smiled, leaning in to kiss Logan’s mouth.  Reaching up to touch his hair and his cheek, Logan said, “Y' taste sweet, darlin’...  Spicy.”

Smirking, Remy said, "Tanks, cher."  He kind of wanted to take this to the boathouse and let it take them where it would... but he wasn't sure if Logan would be comfortable with that, so he just stayed in his seat next to Logan, smiling at him.

Swallowing, he said, “How ‘bout...  I help ya clean up in the kitchen then you an’ me c'n go... y'know...” cuddle like cold ferrets, “rest.”

Remy's smile brightened and he rose from his seat.  "Dat sounds great t' me.  I'm all tuckered out," and he turned to the empty pots he'd been using to cook with.

Logan nodded and brought the dishes into the kitchen, then started cleaning them.  Remy hadn't made too much of a mess and was done relatively quickly.  Sneaking up behind Logan, he wrapped his arms around him.  Sighing into his hair, he nuzzled at his neck.  "I'm gon' have t' come up wit a way t' mark y', y'know," he purred.

Shrugging, Logan offered, “I'll get a tattoo....” and his body would probably reject the ink, but it would be there for maybe a week.

Leaning back against him, Logan felt so tired, so emotionally drained.

"C'mon, lets go home, oui?" he said and moved toward the back door.

“Yeah...” he said and followed him, so torn about telling him about Victor.  He decided he wouldn’t until Remy trusted him

Remy headed down the path and when they got to the boathouse, he went straight for the bedroom.  He got ready for bed, since it was kind of late, and dove under the covers.

Getting undressed slowly, Logan flopped down on the bed beside Remy and groaned, “Aaawwwwww, Remy...”  Pulling Remy to him, he cuddled on him like a cuddle monster.  Remy embraced Logan tightly and made room for him under the covers.  Sighing against his neck, Logan kissed him.  “Thanks darlin’...  Thanks fer bailin’ me out....”  He petted him.  “Couldn't love ya more'n I do now.”

Remy smiled softly.  He was glad he'd been able to help Logan.  Creed must have been doing some weird mental humiliation or vulnerability thing in stripping Logan after chaining him up.  He wanted to ask what had happened and what Creed wanted, but he knew that Logan wasn't comfortable with it.  He was just worried about Logan, but he seemed okay, so he wasn't going to push it.

Kissing his neck over and over before settling down, Logan kept stroking his hair.

"I love y' too, Logan," Remy said softly and sighed against Logan falling asleep against him.

 

 

Dreaming of strong hands and powerful arms around him, a strong, large body was draped over Logan.  Soft growls sounded in his ear and he felt the warmth of a mouth on his neck, and firm thrusts against him.  The smell of pleasure and heat and men was thick in the air....  he could feel the grass beneath him and the grunts and soft snarls of feral animals making love.  He had a vague recollection of love play in the woods, tumbling over fallen trees and getting thrown bodily into snow drifts. 

Logan was muttering wolvish love nonsense against Remy’s neck, gently rocking his hard cock against Remy’s bottom.

Remy felt Logan bucking against him and wanted to have him, so he grabbed some lube quietly from the drawer and warmed it up before gently sliding it over Logan's already hard member.  He slicked up his ass and guided Logan into his waiting, hot body and stroked his cock with his lubed up hand.

Mouthing his neck, Logan slowly came to, but thrust inside him anyway while still asleep.  Remy listened intently to the whispers at his neck and loved the way Logan felt inside him.  Forgetting the dream little by little as the morning pleasure took over, Logan wrapped his arms around Remy’s hips and started steadily thrusting into him.  He growled, “Remy....”

"Mmmm," Remy was pleased to hear his name as Logan impaled him.  "Mornin', cher," he said.

Growling a little, he licked and sucked on his neck, working his hips into Remy’s.  “Mornin….”  Lifting his top leg so he could fuck deeper, he asked, “Sleep well?”

"Ah!  Real well," he said as Logan thrust deeper and he backed up into the thrust instinctively.

Purring against Remy’s neck, Logan reached in between his legs to grab Remy’s lovely cock and play with it.  “Wanna wake up inside ya every mornin’....” he whispered.

That thought made Remy's stomach flutter and a pang of emotion echoed through him.  "Oui, Logan... moi aussi."

Growling and fucking him a little harder, Logan shifted his position to have more control, searching for that lovely button inside him.  He liked to drag his cock across it and make Remy scream.  Remy was starting to make more sound as Logan drove into him and he started whimpering as Logan brushed up against his prostate every other thrust.

Grinning ferally, Logan lived for his lover's screams and picked up the pace, wanting to drive him out of his skull and make him explode in 1,000 burning fragments of pleasure.  "Logan!" he cried at the increased pace and pressure.  The pleasure rang throughout him at each thrust and he was going to go insane if he couldn't cum soon.  Remy stared bucking wildly, throwing off the tempo, and growing louder.

Grinning, Logan sucked and bit on Remy’s neck, banging into him so hard the headboard was chipping away at the wall.  “Cum, darlin’...  Lemme feel it....”  He loved the way Remy squeezed when he orgasmed.  He could never hold out past one of those.  Remy was orgasming at the first words of the command.  He couldn't help it-- Logan sounded so sexy when he was gruff and demanding like that.  His muscles clamped hard around the cock inside him and he came harder than he had in a long time.

Snarling into his ear, Logan pushed up into Remy’s tight heat, hard and deep, hitting his own orgasm and coming in his ass hard.  He could feel it drip down Remy’s thigh as he kept ramming it in to him, fucking him with it.  Remy whimpered in pleasure as Logan pounded him and his orgasm was prolonged, stretched out, giving him after-shocks.

Oh, Logan liked that....  He was muttering nonsense against Remy’s neck, so zoned out on the great orgasm that he couldn’t make sense, still thrusting into him gently as his erection died away.  Remy wanted to go back to sleep, his endorphin sodden brain dragging at his consciousness.

Panting against Remy’ neck, Logan was trembling so hard he had to climb off of him so he wouldn’t crush him when his muscles gave out.

"Oh, cher..." Remy mumbled out, "y' so good."  The smile on his face was of absolute satisfaction.

Biting on his shoulder, Logan curled him into his arms.  He could only pant against his neck.  “God...  Good....” was all he could say at that moment.  Remy smiled and hugged Logan closer, hoping he was going to be able to get away with going back to sleep.

Pressing his face into Remy’s neck, getting his breath back, Logan didn’t mind if Remy dozed.  Remy faded away into the land of sleep.  Lying there, Logan let his mind wander.  He was getting flashes of his dream from before, and tried to remember.  Remy groaned deeply in his sleep.  Sitting up, Logan held his head, knowing there was something in there that was trying to speak.  He went over what he remembered of the dream.

The motion in the bed stirred Remy and he looked up at Logan.  "Cher, ça vas?"  Shaking his head, Logan petted his chest.  “Go back ta sleep, darlin’...”

Remy's eyes lazily closed and he leaned back down to his pillow.  Logan’s breath picked up, and he started to figure it out.  Logan tried to get out of the bed without jostling Remy, and Remy rolled over and hugged his pillow contentedly as Logan got up.

Swallowing, he got up and got dressed, then thought better of it and went into the shower, running over the dream over and over.  Remy's dreams became uneasy as Logan thought about his dream, although not along the same line.  He was dreaming about the Morlocks and it quickly turned into a nightmare.

Scrubbing himself pretty well and rinsing off, Logan started out of the shower, instantly smelling the fearing the room.  “Remy?”  He went to the bedroom, seeing him struggle.  “Darlin’!  Remy!  Wake up!”

Remy screamed himself awake and was surprised to see Logan sitting on his bed, wet and concerned looking.  Blinking at him, Remy smiled softly.  "Sorry, cher.  Must'a had a nightmare," he said, trying to brush away the remaining feeling of dread.

Stroking the hair out of his face, Logan asked, “You all right?  That looked like a bad one....”

"Heh," Remy snorted.  "Y' ain' seen nothin' yet."

Smiling softly, Logan said, “Hope ta keep the really bad ones at bay....”  He kissed his forehead.  “Must notta worn you out enough if yer still having bad dreams....”

"I could use 'noder go 'roun'.  You?" he smiled cockily.

Grinning, Logan leaned down and kissed him firmly.  “Yer not ready for another round, trust me.”

Remy's grin grew and he decided that getting up was probably a good idea.  He got up and walked to the bathroom.  "You leave me any hot water?" he asked.

“Of course,” he said as he watched him until Remy was out of sight, because god he was beautiful.  Remy turned on the hot water and jumped under the spray to wash up.  It felt so nice to have hot water....

Sort of freaking out, Logan went to the phone and dialed up Emma.  She answered the phone, kind of sleepily for her, and waited for Logan to explain himself.  She was still in bed with Scott.

“Emma, is Creed here?”  Did I just dream the whole thing?

"Sabertooth is down in the holding cell, unconscious, as he requested, for the next ten hours," she said, kind of annoyed.

“..... unconscious?  He didn't say anything to ya?  About me?”

"Not beyond the fact that he wanted to be killed rather than see the ‘mooky couple’ of you and Remy together, no—why?"

Rubbing his face, hand shaking a little, he said, “I think I dreamed... about him... last night.  But I don't know if it was a memory or just ...  my imagination....”

"Well, if you're worried that he somehow got out last night, the fact that Remy is not in pieces should be proof enough," she growled at him. 

Snarling right back, he shouted, “That's not what I'm sayin’!!”  He ran his hand down his face.  “Izzit possible I'm rememberin’ him?”  He really missed the Professor and Jean....  He needed a telepath that wasn’t from hell.

"Of course it's possible, Logan.  It's also possible that it's just your pent up attraction to him coming back and giving you dreams.  I can't even take a look at your memories to tell you because of the tampering.  I won't be able to tell if it's real or implanted, or imagined, especially if it's not a contiguous memory."

Standing up straight, Logan barked, “What 'pent up attraction!?'”

Emma held the phone away from her ear, then put it back after the barking had stopped.  "Logan, you were lovers.  You might not remember it, but it happened.  There must be some attraction there for that to have happened, so yes, you are attracted to that man!"  Emma made sure that Scott wasn't hearing any of this so he could still sleep while being shouted around.

Staying quiet for a moment, Logan ground his jaw.  “..... I am not.”

"Have it your way," Emma said, letting it go, knowing that he was only lying to himself.  "Go back to sleep and don't wake me up at dawn again, sweet," she said with saccharine and hung up the phone.

Speaking into the empty phone, he said, “It's nine o'clock in the morning....”  He set the phone down anyway and thought about what she said and listened to Remy in the shower.  Remy was humming and let a few words in Creole escape his lips in full song.

Sitting down on the sofa in the living room, Logan thought this whole thing out. He was tempted to call Emma again and ask her for more advice.  As soon as Remy got out of the shower, he came into the room and saw Logan sitting there worried.  He lowered his shields to see what was wrong, then stopped himself.  He would ask instead.  "Logan... what's wrong?" Remy asked.

Shaking his head, he looked up at him.  “Nothin’, darlin’,” and grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his lap, running his nose over Remy’s neck.  “Nice an' clean.”

And still bruised.  "You remember when I got really upset 'cause I couldn' figure out what t' do wit' Peter when he lied an' said he was fine, right?" he asked.

“Mmmhmm,” he said, kissing those hickies on his neck.

"Let's avoid dat, oui?"

“Hmmm?” he asked snuffling his clean, wet hair.

"Logan..." Remy sighed.  "Okay.  I give up.  What d' y' wan' f' breakfast?" he said getting up off the couch, taking his neck with him.

“Um...”  He was a little startled by the loss of him.  “What?  Oh.  I don't care...” he said, following him and his neck.

Remy went to the kitchen and dug out some sausage from the fridge to fry up.  Logan got just within reach of his neck as he was bending over, but he straightened just in time to keep it out of reach of the shorter man.

Clearing his throat, Logan said, “Um... What’re yer plans for the day?”

"Notin' much," he said as he started frying up the sausage.  "I'm still not allowed t' fight in de Danger Room, so I tink I'll do an exercise routine t'day down in de weight room.  Maybe some runnin'."

“You gonna go see Emma?”

"I got an appointment wit her once a day f' de ret o' m' natural life," he complained.

Smiling, Logan stroked his back.  “You'll get better, Rem...  I promise....” 

"I think I'm actually gon' take a bit o' time t'day to build up m' shields before I go up to de mansion.  I was able to build 'em up so I can't see frickin' everytin' dat's goin' on around me... I jus' don' tink dey gon' stand up 'gainst any kinda assault, y' know?  Even accidental."  Remy turned the sausage on the frying pan and went to grab some eggs from the fridge.

Beaming Logan said, “See?  Yer makin’ progress already!”

Remy nodded, but wasn't bolstered by the assessment.  "Oui... but dey're jus' gon’ be torn down again soon as somebody get mad or scared... even me," he said.  "I can't avoid dose emotions forever."

“No... But each time you rebuild them, they'll be stronger....”

Remy nodded and got a bowl to mix the eggs into.  "Plain eggs, or Cajun Toast?" he asked Logan, turning slightly from the eggs.

“Let's try the Cajun stuff...” he said watching him, thinking he seemed a little melancholy.

Remy went about making Cajun Toast, which had not only cinnamon, but nutmeg as well.  The expression on his face would have been hard for anyone to read.  His eyes were slightly defocused and his face more resembled his poker face than a real expression.  It was his movements that gave away his melancholy.

“Remy.... What's wrong?”

"Nothin'," he said and continued to work, poker face firmly in place.

Crossing his arms, Logan said, “Remy.”

"Logan," he said mildly back.

“Aw, c'mon, Remy, what's eatin’ at ya?”

"Nothin's eatin' at me, Logan.  I'm 'bout t' eat some sausage—want some?" he asked as he got two plates from the cupboard.

Oooh, you're a damn stubborn little tart, aren't ya? he thought irritated.  “Izzit cause I wouln't talk ta you earlier?”

"Oh, dat couldn' possibly be it," he said spiced with sarcasm.

Logan glared at him.  Really, really glared at him.  “Fine, Remy, what izzit ya want ta know?”

Remy ignored the glare and set a plate full with half the sausage he had cooked and handed it to Logan.  "No, it's fine.  You wan' me to ignore dat dere's som'm wrong, I'll ignore it—de best I can.  Bear in mind dat de best I can isn' very good," he said and turned back to flip over his Cajun Toast.

Putting his plate down, Logan could see Remy was not going to be normal until he spilled it.  “It's Creed, all right?”

Looking at Logan, Remy removed the toast from the active burner and set it on another with his eyes still locked onto Logan.  He didn't pay attention to it any more.  He stepped over to Logan and leaned against the counter nearest him, slouching slightly.  "Y' wanna elaborate on dat a li'l?"

Fuck no.  “He knows a lot about my past.  And he's been teasin’ me with it....  Turns out we've known each other... fer a really fuckin’ long time.”

Remy nodded.  "He's a cruel one, in' he?  Y' shouldn' tease people like dat," he said and went to nuzzle Logan's neck.

“I don't fuckin' much care for 'im,” he scowled at the thought of him, sighing.  Logan leaned into Remy.  God, Remy was made for snuggling.  Logan stroked his arm.

"Me neider," he said licking Logan's skin.  "Y' gonna ignore 'im or y' gon' try an' see what he knows?" he asked conversationally against his neck.

Sighing heavily, Logan said, “Wish I could just kill him,” he said as he keened toward him.  “I wanna see what he knows....”

"Would y' trust 'im even if he told y' everythin' 'bout y'self?" he asked, knowing the Creed was a manipulative bastard.

Scoffing, he said, “No.  I had Emma check him over just to see if he's been telling the truth in general….”

"Wha'd she say?"  Remy's licks became longer.

Shrugging, he said, “Said he was tellin’ the truth...  So far....”  His eyes fluttered shut, lord Remy’s tongue was nice.  Remy moaned an affirmative against Logan's neck.

Putting his hands in Remy’s back pockets, he pulled him close.  “You gonna stop bein’ comatose now?”

"Who was comatose?  I made y' breakfast," he objected.  "Speakin' o' which," he said as he kissed Logan's lips.  "I should get back to it."  He turned to the stove that was still on and rested the toast back on it.

Reluctantly, Logan let him go and started wolfing down his sausage; he was a man who loved his meat.  Remy smirked at Logan gobbling his sausage and turned back to the toast.  He gave Logan the first finished pieces and left his own for when Logan was all finished.

Muttering, he said, “Thanks,” with a mouth full of ymmy breakfast.

Remy smiled a more genuine smile and said, "Y' welcome."  He finished cooking and went to sit down to eat himself.

Sitting next to Remy, Logan just liked being near him and listening to his circulatory system.  He probably heard a bit of the digestive system too, Remy noted, as he was hungry, and he was surprised by it.  He was tempted to stuff himself full, but decided that he should just wait and eat again when he was hungry.

Grinning at him, Logan thought he was hellish cute.  “Hey, sweet stuff....  C'n I take you out t'night?”

Remy looked up at him surprised.  "Out?  Out where?" Remy asked nervously.  He wasn't eager to have his shields ripped down again, but maybe if he felt they were strong enough by that evening, they could take them for a test drive....

Shrugging, he amended, “Well, we can order in.”  He wasn’t thinking, gah!  He chided himself for being so stupid.

"Well, let's jus' play it by ear, oui?  If I feel like I c'n handle de outside world, why don' we go t' Harry's or somethin'?"  So it'd be close, if anythin' went wrong, but not feelin' like I'm coopin' m'self up.

Smirking, Logan said, “Sure, kid.... Yer so damn goodlookin’ I gotta show ya off sooner or later.”  He winked at him.

Remy smiled shyly and hugged Logan.  Chuckling at him, he said, “Don't get shy on me.”

"M not shy," he mumbled into Logan's chest.

Cuddling him up, Logan stroked him. “Yes, y' are...  Y' know yer good lookin’, I've seen ya use it ta yer advantage.”

"Man's gotta use everythin' he got, non?"

“Y' just got a lotta it, kid....” he snuffled into his drying hair, pretty smitten with him.  Remy smiled, then moved up Logan to kiss his lips.   He contemplated how Logan had the same 'it' in a different way.  It was one of the things that attracted him to Logan so much.  He was so strong and feisty... rough and virile.  Remy sighed while looking at his unshaven face.

Purring against Remy’s lips, Logan knew he should be going to a Danger Room practice right now, but he would much rather hang out with Remy and kiss him deep like this for the rest of the day.

Remy eventually let Logan go and moved to clean up the dishes.  Sighing a little wistfully, Logan said, “I should go ta practice...”

Remy nodded and carried the dishes to the counter to put them in the dishwasher.  "You have fun, cher," he said teasingly as he set the dishes in their proper racks.

Snagging him for one last kiss, he said, “You too,” then kissed his chin and down his neck a little.

"Mmm, how m' I s'posed t' have fun wit' de telepat' from Antarctica?" he asked moaning a little from the kisses that sent electricity through him.

Grinning, he said, “I dunno... Tell her bout what we did this mornin’... maybe it'll make her blush....”

"Dat woman?  Blush?  Hmmm," he said as ideas ran though his head.  It would be fun to watch Emma blush; he just might try it, he thought smiling to himself.

Chuckling, he stroked his stomach.  “Tell me how it goes.”  Remy nodded and went to sit on the couch so he could try to reinforce his shields because they were still in place.  He got excited that they were still in place and found that one spot had torn through, but that wasn't so bad.  “See ya, darlin’,” Logan said kissing his head and going to the mansion.

"Bye, Logan," he called as he left.

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