Part 12

 

Really in no mood to train today, since Logan had trained a lot more than expected yesterday, he trudges into the Danger Room anyway.  Victor moaned Logan’s name on his way past the Danger Room.  Stopping and sniffing the air a little, Logan cautiously entered the holding cells.

Victor was unconscious on the floor, but he was obviously dreaming, moaning out something unintelligible, then a quiet, "Lo...gan...."

Swallowing, Logan got right up to the cage and studied him.  He couldn’t get those dreaming sensations out of his head, they were so potent, so real, so visceral.  Carefully, he reached in the cage to touch him.  Victor whimpered at the touch and started writhing.  "Logan...."

Closing his hand around Creed’s wrist, Logan concentrated on his heartbeat, his smell, the texture of his skin, his voice....  Logan had definitely been dreaming about him.

Stirring, Victor reached out for Logan.  His eyes were open, but he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not.  "Logan?"

“Hey.”  He was watching him calmly through the bars.  “Thought you'd be shut down for several more hours.”

"Had her put me in a light sleep," he mumbled, holding onto Logan's hand.  He didn’t want to be unable to wake up.

“Huh.”  He was having a hard time with this.  He had definitely been having sex with him in the woods in his mind last night.  “You ever throw me inna snow drift, Creed?”

Victor smiled at that.  "Sure.  Lots a times," he commented.  “Sometimes we were fightin'... bet you remember those.  Couple o' times we were rough housin'.  Once we were makin' love."

Scowling at him, he said, “Ya threw me in a snow drift when we were screwin?”

Victor's head relaxed onto his arm.  "You were pretty kinky, love," he smirked wistfully.  "Always said the sensations made y' feel alive."

“You threw me in a snow drift!!?”   He couldn’t believe he would do that.  “While we were screwing?!”  Ok, he could believe Creed would do it, he couldn’t believe Logan didn't tear his head off.

"Yup.  Was almost the only time you fucked me," he said fondly.

“.....”  He definitely didn't dream that.  “What?”

"Normally, I wouldn' let anybody do that t' me, but that once, you were--" he paused and shook his head.  "You were somethin' else.  You were so mad," he smiled, then chuckled.  "You popped out yer bone claws and scraped down my sides while you were fuckin' me.  God, that was good."

His heart actually fluttered at mention of the bone claws... remembers having them, but nothing specific.  “I was mad ‘cause ya threw me in a snow drift?”

"It was fuckin' cold," he said.  "You said you wanted something different, so I gave it to ya.  Somehow I think you didn't really expect that."

"I think what you really wanted was to fuck me-- and you did."

Feeling his throat close up, Logan muttered so only one with extra special hearing like Creed could hear it.  “I think I dreamed about ya last night....”

Victor blinked in shock.  "Yeah?"  Hope filled his heart and he sat up.  "What'd ya see?  The snow drift?" he asked with a smirk.

Taking his hand back from between the bars, Logan said, “'Mong other things...”

"What else do you remember?" he asked excitedly.

Shaking his head, he said, “Not much...  Just sensations...  runnin’ through the woods in nothin’ but a pair a jeans...  fightin’....”  But that could have been any encounter with Creed in the recent past.

"We sparred sometimes," he explained.  "That's why we know each other's moves so well."

Starting to grin, Logan asked, “Was I the one suggested ya dress up like a reject from Cats?”  It seemed like something Logan would do for a laugh.

"Hey, I liked that costume," he complained.  It made him look even more liony than he already was.

Laughing, because he couldn’t help it, he shouted, “You looked ridiculous!!”

"Oh yeah?  What about you with yer pointed little ears on yer costume?"  He actually liked it because it mimicked Logan's hair, but he wasn't going to tell him that. 

Grinning, Logan shrugged a little.  “Well, my hair made it stick up like that... Had ta make it look intentional....”

"I really like yer hair..." he said sadly.  I'm gonna miss it.

Chuckling at him, Logan said, “Yer such a sap.”  You're worse than Remy.

It's a recent development.  "You remember anything else?" he asked.

“No....”  Hooking his elbows around his knees, he asked, “Do you?”

"Lots," he said.  "What do you wanna know?"

Looking at the floor, Logan swallowed and said almost shyly, “Anything....”

The first thing that popped to mind was their lives in Kahnbaliq.  "We had a lot o' fun with the steppe nomads an' the Mongols.  You liked their horses 'cause they were as big as you," he commented with a snort.  "I couldn't ride the things, but back then I had my own mount or walked."

“What were we doin' there?”

"<We were advisors to the Khan,>" he said in the Mongol language.  "Went there as merchants, but stayed 'cause the guy liked you so much.  I think that Kubilai was a little partial to you an' Marco."

“..... Marco?  Kubilai?”  Mongolian…?  Logan muttered, “Holy shit, I can speak Mongolian....”

"'Course you can.  It was only the Chinese who were prohibited from learning it," he smiled.

“....  How long were we there?”

"'Bout fifteen years.  Things started to get crazy after that an' we went with Marco for a while.  That's how we got into Europe.  We didn't have a shortage of work after that, I tell ya.  The plague made people pretty valuable.”

“The plague?”  He felt his heart pick up, rising and pacing around the room.  He turned and looked at him. “Did I have any other lovers than you?”

Victor's face became a scowl into space.  "I wouldn't let you," he growled.  "And you wouldn't let me.  We didn't need anybody else."

“For 2000 years!?  Over 2000 years it was just you!?”  He had a hard time believing that.

"I don't know if you snuck in some people on the side... but I never smelled anybody else on you.  I sure as hell didn't want anybody else.  They were all feebes an' weren't worth my time," he growled.

“When did you become a lunatic?”  He couldn’t have loved him after he started killing people.  Tell me I left you when you started all the killing.

"When they took you," he responded.  "When you didn't recognize me anymore... I lost it."

“Why?”  God, he was desperate to remember all this.

"You were an animal," he growled.  "They knew we were lovers... knew we were the same.  They grabbed me an' did the same thing, only they didn't have any anesthetic for me," he growled. 

Holding his head, still pacing, Logan said, “I still remember that... I still remember that...”  He still dreamed of it occasionally.

            "Let's just say I was really upset-- at everything.  At everyone."

Going up to the cage again, Logan bowed his head against it and hissed, “Why can't I remember anything...?”

"The engineer should be at the complex by now.  He'll start fixing it up.  When he's done... you can have your doc check it out and see if it's gonna be safe for you to try... so you can remember."

Wrapping his hands around the bars, Logan leaned his head against them.  “I can't....  Creed...  I can't be yours again.”

"You can do it after y've fuckin' killed me, all right?" he shouted.

“'M not killin’ you!!!”  For some reason he remembered a bit of that love from the dream, that connection.

"Why the fuck not??!!  You've tried to so many times before, what would be different about now, hunh?"

“’Cause I can’t, don’t ask me to!” he snarled, pacing by his bars.  “The whole thing's changed, everything's different....”

"I've been asking you to!  Damn you, Logan!  What's so different that you can't put me outta my misery?  You'll make me sit here thinking about you an' that whore?!" he shouted at the cell bars.

Bracing himself against the bars, Logan hissed, “It's different, I remember you now....”

Victor sat back in defeat.  "You won't love me and you won't kill me.  What the hell are you gonna do with me?" he asked, his voice dripping with venom.

Whispering softly, he asked, “Who says I won't love ya...?”  His head was bowed.

Victor's eyes snapped to Logan's face so quickly it made his head hurt.  "What the fuck are you talkin' about?"  You can't love me-- not with that whore up in yer bed.

Swallowing, he said, “I'm Remy's.  I'll always be Remy's...  But yer....”  God, you're my past, how could I not love you?

"Don't say that bitch's name while I'm around, you got that!!??" he shouted.  "If I was anythin' ta you, don't say his name!"

Glaring at him, he ground his jaw and turned on his heel, making for the door.

Victor went back to sulking in his cell and wanted to bang his head against the wall for pushing Logan away like that.  He banged his head against it until he bled, but he couldn’t' crack his head open fully because of the adamantium.  He couldn't even get up enough force to knock himself out.  He'd tried before-- it didn't do anything but daze him.  He hoped that Logan would be back to talk to him.  He wanted to be with him as long as possible... before he accepted his fate.

Marching down the hall, Logan slashes a vase in half, tearing into a wall then slid down it and landed with a thunk.  Agitatedly, he pulled at his hair, huffing and freaking out, but trying to keep it together.

Victor started to cry at the thought that they wouldn't kill him... that they would keep him there forever and that he'd have to watch Gambit have the relationship with Logan that belonged to him.  Tears for him were seldom, but with Logan’s resistance and with the outlook of his life being total pain-- pain that would never heal-- that made him want to cry.

Logan could hear him crying and cringed into the wall.  Was that actually Creed crying or was he going crazy?  Starting to panic, Logan remembered times Creed had cried before, or was he just making that up!?

"Logan..." he sobbed to himself in a plea for his lover to come back to him.

Whining as well, Logan felt naturally drawn to him and got up and scrambled back into the holding cell, opening the cell just long enough for him to get in but keeping it locked behind him, and flung himself into Creed’s arms.

"Logan!" Victor cried as he held onto Logan tightly, kissing his hair.

Clinging to him, Logan gasped, “Think I’m goin’ crazy....”

Kissing his ear, wanting to kiss his lips badly.  Victor closed his eyes in pain, knowing that this comment would get Logan to come back to him or push him away entirely.  "I think you're startin' to remember," he said with his lips brushing over Logan's ear.

Wincing, Logan panted against his arm. “I can't tell...  Maybe I'm just makin’ it up....” but you smell like yesterday.

"You were right about the snow drift, weren't you?  Maybe it's startin’ to come back.  You could get that telepath of yours to figure it out with you," he suggested hopefully.  His hands were caressing down Logan's sides.  It felt so good-- to touch Logan again like that.

It felt so good to be touched like that… it felt homey, felt safe.  Slouching against him, Logan still terrified about feeling anything other than hatred toward him. “Why'd ya have ta be such an asshole?”

"I'm sorry, Logan," he whispered so quietly no one else would have heard it.  "I didn't used ta be like this...  <You used ta love me,>" he said in Greek.

Nodding, he knew he did, but he didn’t remember it.  “Ya coulda helped me...  Ya coulda helped me!” he thumped him hard on the back, but didn’t move from his arms.

"I tried at first, but you wouldn't let me near you.  Then when I saw you again... I was so angry-- so hurt.  I told myself I'd never love anyone again... but I couldn't stop loving you... I tried."

Sagging against him, Logan sighed.  He had no idea what to do with him and muttered, “If I c'n get my memories back natural, I don't wanna use the machine.”

"I'll do all I can to help you, Logan," he offered, hugging Logan tighter.

Sighing, he was still terrified.  What am I gonna tell Remy?  God, what am I gonna tell Remy?  What am I gonna do?  He could feel the anxiety swelling again.  “Thanks...”  You won't do anything, though!  You won't help me with Remy!

Victor heard Logan’s heartbeat pick up and asked, "Hey, what is it?" and brushed a finger against Logan’s cheek.

Huffing a little, “Why'd ya have ta hurt him?”  Logan snarled, “Why'd ya have ta hurt him?!”

"<Who, love?>" he asked, not sure about who Logan was asking about.  He'd hurt a lot of people in his time.

“Who the fuck do you think!?”  He got out of his lap.  “Remy, you sick bastard, I meant Remy!  Why'd ya have ta rape him!?”  He ejected his claws just thinking about it, verging on feral.

Victor's eyes widened.  "You know about that?"  He breathed a sigh and leaned back against the wall.  "Sit down.  Put those away unless yer really gonna kill me."

“No.  Might wanna dig inta you a bit.”

Creed shrugged.  "When I first met the kid, he was a cocky little son of a bitch.  First person to catch me off guard for a long time.  When I saw him again... he was like us.  He could heal.  His attitude reminded me of you.  I wanted a piece of 'im, so when he asked what I wanted to go with him... I told him what I wanted.  Then he gave it to me.  It wasn't like I had anything against the kid-- then.  I was just doin' what I wanted to... like I had fer years.  After you left, there really wasn't any reason not to." 

Shaking his head, he asked, “Why...  Ya had no right ta hurt him!!” 

"I didn't care, Logan.  All I wanted was to remember you again.  He'll tell you that I was gentle at first.  But when I saw that it wasn't you... when I opened my eyes again... I just wanted to hurt 'im."

Pulling his claws back in, Logan winced at the skin healing over.  “God, I love him, Creed.”

"And I hate him," he shot back.

Leaning back against the wall, Logan shook his head.  “If he hears about this...  About us...  He'll hate me...”

He wanted to lean over to the cell opening and yell out, 'Hey, Cajun!' but knew that if he did that Logan would march out o the cell and never speak to him again.  "What do you want me to do, Logan?" he asked feeling like they were getting nowhere.

Logan barked, “I don't know Creed!  How the hell am I supposed to know!?”

"Sure you do.  In the ideal situation, what would you like ta see happen?  Remember the mediatin' form Socrates taught?" 

Snarling at him, he said, “No.  You dick.  I don't remember anything.”

"Just answer the question, runt."

“I don't know....  I want Remy happy.  I want my memory back.”  I want you but I don't want to want you.

"But what do you want done with me?"  I'm the big problem.

Crossing his arms, Logan stared straight ahead.  “I want you to keep telling me... about the past...   About me...”  He said quieter, “About us....”

"And after I've told you everything I can remember in the two thousand years we've known each other?  What then, runt?  You gonna finally kill me?  You gonna hand me over to the Feds so they can execute me?  You gonna keep me here forever in case I remember anything else?  Whatever you're gonna do with me, it's just using me and then throwing me away."

Looking over at him, he said, “Yeah.”  He stood up straight.  “But at least ya get ta see me, right?”

Victor's heart clenched—hard.  That hurt.  "Damn you, Logan," he said looking into the cell, away from Logan.  "What if I tell ya I ain' gonna say shit?"

“I wouldn't believe you.”  He sat next to him.  Victor looked at Logan and couldn't keep himself from reaching out to touch Logan.  Letting him touch, Logan whispered, “Tell me more.”

Victor leaned in to kiss Logan and said, "We fought in the Trojan War... together, side by side.  We wouldn't let ourselves lose sight of each other."

Figuring he deserved a kiss for that, he muttered against his lips, “The Band of Thebes....”

"That's right," he said, with a smile, remembering others like them.  They had a fierce camaraderie with them.

Bowing his head, he said, “We fought for the Greeks... together....”  His hair tickles against Creed’s neck and shoulders.

"You were the best fighter," he said still very close to Logan.  "You could use a sword like it was part o' you... an' when y' had to, when nobody was lookin', you'd pop yer claws.  But, yeah, we fought together."

Logan could feel Creed’s lips on his forehead.  “No one knew what we were?”

Victor shook his head.  "Just a few people who were our closest friends over the years."  That could be where some legends of ferocious monsters that looked like wolves came from though, he thought to himself.

Smiling, Logan liked the sound of that.  “We were heroes, huh?”

"Just warriors," he said.  "Nobody was a hero back then.  We did what we could for the people we could.  If we were in the spotlight at all... we'da been found out."

Nodding, he said, “I met you in Sparta?”

"Yeah.  Olympic games.  They were fun," he said wistfully.  "First time I saw you, I saw you naked.  You have a gorgeous body, Logan," he said, letting his hands wander down his side.

“What happened?  Between us that day?”  Grinning, he asked, “And did I win any events?”

"We creamed 'em," he said.  "That's why we caught each other's eyes.  Let's see... you won the javelin, despite my best efforts, and the long jump.  I won a two hundred meter dash type of event and the discus.  I say we shoulda won the wrestling tournament... but I got carried away, so neither of us did," he smiled at that one.   “We started talking after the awards were given.  I took you home and started t' make moves on ya...."  he leaned in closer to Logan, touching his cheek.

Watching him, fascinated he prodded, “And?”  Logan leaned into his touch a little.

"That was the first time we made love.  It was so good-- so right... that I knew I wanted to spend the rest of your life with you.  I... didn't know that you were like me then.  I thought I was gonna have ta lose you," he said and leaned in to kiss Logan again more passionately, more deeply.

Kissing back, breathing hard, Logan got caught up in what Creed was telling him.  “When'd you learn about me?  An’ my claws?”

"Our first fight," he said kind of shyly.  "I can't even remember what it was about now, but it made me mad enough to hit you so hard you bruised.  I watched you heal and was so shocked that I didn't even see yer punch comin'," he chuckled.  "God, you're sexy when you're mad," he said leaning in to brush Logan's lips again.

Breathing against his lips he could almost see it and smiled breathily.  “You hit me?”

"Lots o' times.  It was okay back then.  Violence was an every day thing.  Nobody got in trouble fer a brawl.  You were my equal, how else was I gonna get you ta do anythin'?  You hit me back plenty, so don't think I was abusive 'er nothin'."

Chuckling softly, Logan nodded.  “I'd imagine we got in some pretty fine scraps.”

"It was pretty funny, actually," he said smiling and kissing Logan's lips.

“We lived together?  So I never had any kids?”

Victor shook his head slightly.  "Neither of us had families.  For all I know we popped outta the earth like Goku.”

“You...  You told me once you killed my wife an’ kid....”

"I said it t' hurt ya, Logan...  Ya never had any kids, no family.  Just me.  I'm sorry I said that." 

Sagging a bit in relief, he mutters.  “I always wanted a kid...  How did I not have any kids?”

"We... raised a kid once, but... it turned out badly," he said quietly, his voice full of pain.

Looking up at him with enormous eyes, Logan asked, “What...?  What happened?”

It was obvious by his face that Victor didn't like to think about this, but he went on.  "His name was Anchius... he lived to be thirty, which was a respectable age back then... but you were heartbroken to lose him.  I don't think you ever got over losing him.  It was toward the end of our time in Greece so you were eager to leave when we did."

Saying softly, “Anchius....” he repeated that name over and over.  He had heard it before... maybe in his dreams.  “How did he die?” he asked and looked up at Creed.  “How did we have him?”

"He insisted on goin' with us int' battle.  I think he was hopin' t' find he was like us, but I knew he wasn't.  He said he wanted to be a warrior like us...  His mom died right after he stopped nursin'—probably of infection 'er somethin'.  A friend of ours was his uncle, but he couldn't take care of him and he knew you wanted a son, so...."

Bowing his head, he thought about that for a moment.... and suddenly felt like crying.  He didn’t know why and folded his lips together, his mind may not recognizing the story, but his heart certainly did.  Victor pulled Logan to him as if to say, 'it's okay.'  "You were his favorite.  He wanted t' be like you.  O' course, you doted on him more than I did.  I still loved him," he said, his voice full of emotion.  "Y' tried t' tell him over and over that we couldn’t be killed so it was our duty to go to war for our country.  He just didn't understand."

Logan was straddling his lap, resting his head on Creed’s shoulder, and suddenly crying very hard, whining in pain, he said in Ancient Greek, “<He had gold hair.....>”

"Yeah," he nodded.  Victor choked up before he said this, his voice going tight with a knot in it.  "I found him—one night... trying to kiss you."

Startled, Logan had absolutely no idea he would remember that and looked up at him.  “What?”

Victor didn't look happy about it.  "I almost killed him then," he said quietly.

“What?  What happened?”

"You begged me not to, so I didn't, but I left fer three days.  When I came back, Anchius had left the house.  He was old enough.  We still had contact, but he came to see you mostly when I was gone.  I never smelled his sex on you though, so I knew you were faithful to me."

“Thought... I thought he was my son....”

"He was like a son.  To both of us.  He was just—so in love with you," he said and a tear streaked down his cheek in sorrow.

Reaching up and touching his tear, Logan collected it on his finger, then gently nuzzled away the trail it left.  “We never had any other children?”

Victor shook his head.  "The pain at losing him... it was just too great.  We knew it would only hurt us more t' have kids."

Bowing his head, Logan whimpered a little.  He could still feel that pain and beat Creed’s shoulders.  “Why can't I remember!?!?”

"You knew he had golden hair," he offered.  His hand ran up Logan’s back and he pulled him closer to hug him.

Shaking his head, he said, “I don't know how I knew that... I don't know why I said it...”  He sagged against him, huffing away the sobs.

"You could try loosening up... maybe it'll come back to ya then.  It seems like yer fightin' ta remember and that ain't helpin'," he said, his hand running in circles around Logan’s back.

Logan started growling, rubbing his nose and lips against Creed’s shoulder.  “I want to know...  I have to know....  Goddammit I deserve to know!!”

"Shhh, relax, <love.>  Calm down.  I'll tell ya as much as I can, okay?  Maybe that'll spark somethin’ else," he suggested.

Nodding, he could hear the Danger Room session was over because the team was coming out and talking in the hall.  “I...  I gotta go....”

"Please, Logan... stay," he begged not letting go of Logan's waist. 

“I can't...  Creed, I'll come back tomorrow....”  He tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Okay, Logan," he said defeated, letting Logan go.  "Please... always take a shower before ya come ta see me?" he asked quietly.

Rising and stroking his hair, he said, “Yeah...  I will.”  He walked out and locked the door behind him.

Victor banged the wall behind him with his fist repeatedly and cried out wordlessly as Logan left.  His heart broke at that.  He didn’t even notice as he bumped into Emma in the hall, listening to his past lovers cries.

"I thought I might find you here when Scott complained that you weren't in the Danger Room," she said.  "He's awake, isn't he?"

Muttering, “Yeah...  He's awake...” he looked at her.  “You...  You talked to Remy?”

"Yes, and I think I have some explanation for why his shields are nothing compared to what they used to be," she said.  "In fact, I was coming here to get you so we could talk about it.  Remy is very upset by it."

Nodding, he said, “All right... Let's go.”  He was going to take the walk to clear his head out of all of this... stuff.  Emma lead the way back up to her office where Remy sat curled up and rocking.

Seeing Remy, Logan immediately went to him and pulled him into his arms.  “Darlin’?  Darlin’, what's wrong?”

"Emma tinks... I won' ever be able t' get m' shields back up t' full strength... not like dey were before," he trembled with fear.  His shields had been pretty much shattered by his own fear during the course of their appointment.

Stroking him firmly, he looked up at Emma and snarled, “Why not!?” and why'd you have to scare him so bad!?

"He can no longer heal himself, Logan.  He is not whole.  His original shields were erected when he was eighteen and had a healing factor.  Since that is gone and that's how his shields were maintained, there is nothing I can do for him now.  It is like a permanent wound, Logan."  **He's crippled,** she sent privately not wanting to upset Remy further.

Logan’s heart picked up again.  God, today was full of hard knocks.  He pressed into Remy's hair.  “No.  I refuse to believe it...   He can heal it...  It’s... nature wouldn't give him a power if he couldn't live with it, it just wouldn't!  That's not how it works!!”

"He was able to live with it, Logan.  He can't now because he has burned out his ability to heal."

Shaking his head, he cradled Remy close.  “We can figure somethin’ out.”  He gnashed his teeth.  “Goddammit if there's a machine that can get my memories back, there's a machine that can get him his healing factor!  We just have ta find it!”

Emma sighed.  "I'll talk to Warren and Joshua to see if there's anything they think they can do for him, but I'm not sure if it's possible for healers to heal each other.  He may be stuck like this," she said gravely.

“No!”  He refused to accept it, and crushed Remy to him, feeling sick with the thought of Remy always vulnerable, always scared and hurting.  He felt the pain of losing a loved one and started crying into Remy's hair.  Oh, for fuck's sake.

"Logan..." Remy trembled out.  "I'm sorry."  He didn't know that he would be crippled if he didn't have his healing factor.

Shaking his head, he said, “No....  It ain't you, darlin’....”  He curled him close, hiding his face against him.

"I'll go talk to Warren.  Keep Remy in this room; there's a telepathic inhibitor active on the border so he can't sense anything beyond it.  I'll be back soon."  She headed out the door to leave the lovers alone.

Nodding, Logan tried to wipe the tears away in Remy’s hair, wanting to be strong for him.  “Y' all right, darlin’?”

Remy shook his head on the verge of crying again.  "I don' wanna be... an invalid f' de rest o' m' life...."

“You won't be, angel...  You won't...  We'll figure somethin’ out.  I'll protect you, I swear to it.”  He smooshed Remy into his neck like he wanted to meld atoms with him.

Remy nuzzled Logan’s neck.  He took a deep breath and wanted to talk about something else.  "How was trainin'?" he asked, trying to get off the subject of him.

Shaking his head, he said, “Didn't go....”

Remy blinked rapidly against Logan's neck, his lashed flicking against his skin.  "Really?  Where y' been?"

Starting at the tickle, Logan said, “Pickin’ Creed’s brain.”

"Literally, I hope," he grumbled.

Chuckling, he said, “Almost.”  Sighing, he nuzzled against him.  “Apparently... we go way back.”

"So y' said.  He tell y' anythin' important 'bout who y' were?"

Snorting a little, he said, “Yeah, you could say that.”

When Logan didn't elaborate on what he was told, Remy took that to mean that he wasn't going to and decided to drop the subject.  "Wanna work out wit' me?" he asked.  He needed to do something to keep himself from going crazy while Emma was away and he couldn’t talk to Logan, obviously.

Stroking Remy’s cheek a little, he really wanted to tell Remy what Creed told him, actually, but didn’t know how he would react and didn’t want to upset him.  “Yeah...  If you think ya can.”

"I'm psychically invalid, not physically, damnit!" he shouted annoyed

Starting at that, a bit struck by his anger, Logan tried to just shake it off.   “All right...  C'mon.”  He let him go and started out of the room.

Remy didn't follow out of the room.  "Where' y' goin'?"

Rewinding and coming back in he said, “Thought you wanted to work out?”

"I ain' leavin' dis room," he said defensively.  Who knows what he would run into out there now that his shields were back down to their nearly non-existent state?

“.......  You wanna... scrap in here?” he asked looking at all of Emma's frilly things.

With his shields down, he could see things and he tried not to even look at Logan while he was in the room, although Logan didn't present any emotions that were difficult to deal with.  "I don' wanna brawl wit' y', Logan.  Jus' wanna exercise."  He sat on the floor and started to do sit-ups in the corner.  There was plenty of floor space for two to do floor exercises and things that weren't too space consuming.  Remy also wanted to avoid Creed with all of his might and going to the lower levels was out of the question right now.

Nodding, a little unsure about all this and still horribly jumbled up inside after his discussion with Creed and finding Remy in this shape, he settled down next to Remy and fell in sync with him.

Remy enjoyed the focused feeling that Logan provided as they sat next to each other and moved.  After Remy couldn't heave himself up any more, he turned over to do pushups.  Emma came in about halfway through what Remy had as his goal for pushups.

Looking up at Emma, doing pushups with Remy, just following him in whatever he did, Logan smiled at Emma and went back to work.

Remy paused and looked up at Emma, then came up to his knees, kneeling, looking at her expectantly.  "Warren is on his way.  Josh isn't certain that there is anything he could do for you, Remy since he was unable to help your blindness earlier."  Emma didn't say that Warren wasn't too sure about his ability to help either, but at least he was willing to try.  Josh had said that he would be willing to try, but he wanted to try only as a last resort. 

Sitting next to Remy on the floor, Logan looked up.  “He's comin’ right now?”

"He's in New York, but he should be here by this evening," she said and went over to her desk to jot things down in a chart.

Nodding, Logan looked over at Remy, said softly.  “Nervous?”

Remy didn't really want to know what was in the chart and so looked back at the floor.  He nodded to Logan's question and grimaced.  What if he couldn't be helped?  He wanted to ask Logan if he would still love him if he couldn't be the man he used to, but he wasn't about to show such weakness in front of Emma.

Reaching over and stroking his hair, Logan whispered, “You'll be all right...” and hoped he didn’t mind being touched.  Remy arched into the touch and scooted closer to Logan.  He took great comfort from Logan's caresses and nuzzled his neck.  Pulling him under an arm, Logan kissed his forehead.  “Y' wanna go back ta the boathouse?”

Remy nodded.  He would practice putting up his paper shields again before venturing out.  He looked at Logan's concern and watched it disappear as he put the paper shields up over the holes and braced himself.  The pattern of holes looked like a bomb had gone off in his head and he didn't like the mental image.  He shakily stood and turned to Emma.  "Lemme know when Warren gets here," he said before bracing himself and heading for the door.

Emma asked the children in the hall to be calm while Remy was passing through the halls and they did their best.  Remy only got one hole in his shields the whole way to the boathouse, but it still wasn't encouraging.

Holding Remy’s elbow and stroking his back, Logan tried to not scare any of the kids so they didn’t effect Remy... he just kept petting him and walking him across the lawn.  Finally he relaxed when they were safely inside the boathouse.  “How ya doin’?”

"Good.  Just one hole in dese blasted tings," he said as he closed his eyes and tried to patch it up.  "It's kinda tirin' ta keep 'em up all de time," he muttered.

Nodding, he stroked his hands, wanting to tell him so much about Creed, but knowing there couldn’t be a worse time.  “You wanna take a nap er somethin’?”

Remy's gaze became distant.  "Non... I don' wanna sleep.  Feel like dat's all I been doin'... I jus'... wan' m' life t' be normal 'gian, y' know?  Wanna relax an' not worry 'bout seein' sometin' I shouldn' or offendin' somebody."

Taking his hand, Logan rubbed his lips against it.  “Y' won't offend me, darlin’….”

"Can I... let 'em down?" he asked gingerly.

“Sure...” he said and took him over to sit on the sofa.  “Y' comfy?  Want a fire?” He knew how Remy hated that cold!  Remy nodded, even though the thermostat ran a pretty cozy temperature at the boathouse.

Nodding, he started up a fire, keeping an eye on him.  It was obvious when Remy took his shields down all the way.  The stress smoothed from his face and he relaxed quite a bit.  There was a long sigh from his lips as he let go of them.  Remy was keenly aware of Logan's concern and affection as well as the background buzz of muddled emotions.

Logan could feel that, it felt like there were feathers pressing against his head, very faintly.  He looked back at him to see if he was all right with all that... junk.  Remy looked content as he waited for Logan. 

Going back to the couch, Logan sat by him.  “How are you?”

"Fine, cher.  'S so... relievin' not havin' ta keep dis up all de time.  I'm glad y' comfortable wit' me."  Remy didn't like being alone lately... it made him feel like an empty cavern.

Grinning, Logan pulled him into his lap and kissed his cheek.  “Glad you c'n.... let yer shields down with me….”  He really tried to suppress all the confusion and turmoil brought up by Creed... but had millenniums of experience in suppressing emotions.

Remy nodded.  "I'm kinda surprised y' so... fluid.  Lots o' people kinda dance all over de place... well, de kids 'round here do anyway.  Wonder if I was like dat as a kid," he mused.

Chuckling, Logan said, “Probably.  I can imagine you bouncin’ off walls,” and grinned at the image in his head of baby Remy.

"I was a reckless one, oui.  Worst trouble I got int' as a kid was flyin' a military jet home.  Poppa loved dat one," he finished sarcastically.

“Christ, kid, ya coulda killed yerself!!” he chided, chuckling.

“Nearly killed m'self when I had t' land widout a parachute after chasin' a satellite dat exploded.  Merci, dieu," he said in as if conversationally thanking god.

Looking up at him, he asked, “Were you a secret agent at 8, or what?”

Remy snorted.  "Non, dat one was recent.  Last year, matter o' fact."

“Really?  Where was I?”  He definitely wouldn't have let him do that.

Remy shrugged.  "'Was wit' Stormy over on Muir Island at de time.  Was gettin' felt up by Dr. McTaggert," he said flippantly.

“.... Felt up?”

Remy grinned.  "She was examinin' me f' weird displays of mutant energy.  A little green ghost decided to take up residence in le corpse de Remy Le Beau."

Wrinkling his nose up, he said, “That doesn't sound pleasant.”  Leaning back against the arm of the sofa Logan took Remy with him so he was sprawled on his chest.

"It didn' work out so well f' de ghost... but she de entire reason Remy made it back t' civilization alive."

“Well...  Good, then...”  He pushed his nose into Remy’s hair.  “Bein’ possessed...  .... sucks.”

"Wasn'... possessed, necessarily.  She did influence me a whole lot," he said.  "I take it y' had similar experiences?"

Grunting, he said, “Is there an X-man that hasn't?”  Muttering, he continued, “Got things crawlin’ around in us all the time...”

Remy smiled.  "Yeah, guess y'r right."

“Hey,” he shifted him comfortably into his armpit.  “You tell Emma bout the sex this mornin’?”

Remy smirked.  "Non.  Was too upset 'bout de theory she developed t' do dat.  But I'll get 'er next time," he vowed playfully.

Chuckling in his rich, deep voice, he commented, “We'll have to have more sex so you can keep her entertained fer hours.”

"Frankly, Logan, I wanna have sex f' me an' you.  She can butt out of it, damned voyeuress," he grumbled.

Smiling softly, he said, “We can do that, too....”  Cradling his head, Logan played with his ear.  He couldn’t believe he finally snagged Remy. Victory!!

Remy moaned against Logan's shoulder.  Leaning down to give him a soft kiss, Logan purred gently against his lips.  “Hold on a second, lemme make a phone call.”

Remy blinked at Logan.  "Who...?"

“It’s a surprise,” he said kissing his lips and getting up to use the phone in the other room.  He was going to get some take out from Remy’s favorite restaurant and have them deliver it to the mansion where he could go pick it up and bring it back.

Remy raised an eyebrow and grinned at Logan.  He didn't want to broach the subject he had been thinking about now.  He didn't want to ruin the mood....

After ordering whopping servings so there would be a lot of leftovers, Logan came back in and flopped on the couch next to him again.  “All right.  So...  What's up?”

He turned and curled in the couch cushions and thought about the subject by himself instead.  "Hm??  Up?"

Raising his eyebrow at Remy, Logan said, “Yeah...  What's on yer mind?”  He stroked his bicep with the backs of his fingers.

"Y... don' wanna talk 'bout it," he said and blinked trying to think of something else to talk about instead.

“Nah, I'll talk about it...  Tell me.”  He wanted to pull him into his lap, but he looked a little shy right then.

Remy sighed.  He paused for a long time and then said, "Logan... I know dis prob'ly painful f' y'... but I need t' know....  Creed did somethin'… in de Danger Room… din' he?"  Logan had been unresponsive when he came out of the Danger Room, unscathed, or healed from any damage, but naked.  He went straight to the showers… which was unlike Logan.  He had been in there for an hour at least, too.  "Y' don' have t' say what… jus'… it was different dan y' normal confrontations?"

Much less bright eyed and bushy tailed, Logan muttered, “Yeah...   Yeah, it was different.”  He didn’t know what the hell to think of it now and put his hand over his face.  For some reason when he thought about it he could only smell Creed's desperation.

"I... tink I saw sometin'... dat I shouldn'a.  I ain' sure of it..." Remy mumbled quietly.

Logan just swallowed.  Accepting that this might be the time to get it out in the open, Logan asked, “What'd you see...?”

Remy swallowed.  "... Creed's... lust."  It had been very forceful against his mind and he had tried to ignore it, but looking back on events as they transpired... with time to think about it... he remembered that feeling.

Swallowing, Logan looked down, ruffling his hair self consciously.  “Remy....  When...”  He huffed, not knowing how to tell him this.  “Remy...  Creed... Thinks...  that....”  Shaking his head again, he knew there was really no right way to say this and was really tripping it up.

"Logan, it's okay," he said stopping Logan.  "Y' don' have ta tell me anythin'..."

Swallowing, Logan said, “You should know...  If yer gonna be with me....” Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with the fear of losing Remy and clammed up.

"Logan... I know what a sick bastard he is!  It don' matter to me if he... raped y', Logan..." he said on the verge of tears.

Oh, god, it's far worse than that... but he nodded and leaned over, putting his head in Remy’s lap and wrapping his arms around him, face against his tummy.

"I love y', Logan...." he said running his hands through Logan's hair.

Nodding, Logan nuzzled his shirt out of the way so he could smell and feel his skin.  “I love you too, Remy...  I'm so sorry....”

"Sorry?  Why are you sorry?  It's dat bastard down in de cells dat should be sorry!  Y' didn' do anythin' wrong, cher," he comforted.

“Remy...  He keeps tellin’ me we were lovers.”  He winced really badly, wanting to hide from Remy’s reaction, but he just had to get it out.

Remy stilled completely.  His eyes stared at nothing and his breathing became shallow.

Looking up, Logan asked, “Remy....?” carefully touching his face.

The only sign that Remy was conscious even was the slight pulling of his Adam’s apple in preparation to speak or trying to get around a developing knot in his throat.  "Y’... believe him?" he asked finally.

Carefully cradling his face and trying to get Remy’s eyes to focus, he said, “I didn't at first, darlin’...  but...  I had Emma check him out....”  He winced again as if he might just combust and whispered, “He ain' lyin’....”

Remy's eyes narrowed, still staring at nothing, beyond Logan.  His brows drew together slightly.  "So... you—love—" him!!!!!!  How could you love him, Logan!?  After what he did t' you?  After what he did t' de Morlocks?  After what he did t' me???  How...?  Remy's eyes closed in pain. 

“I don't love him, Remy!  Hell, I don't even remember him!  He just knows things...  Things that I need ta know ta get my memory back!  Remy...”  He stroked his hair.  “Remy, don't...  It doesn't mean anything, Remy....”  He could feel Remy’s pain wash into him.

Frowning deeply, Remy then nodded jerkily.  "Can I... see what y' feel toward 'im?  Will y' let me look?" he asked.  "'S okay if y' say no."

Heart beat picking up, Logan said, “Remy... even I'm not sure what you'll find in there....”  He bowed his head, but figured if he didn’t let him in, he would assume Logan loved Creed more than Remy....  He had to let him in... and he nodded slowly.  “Go ahead...”

Remy nodded and let his awareness wash into Logan's mind.  "Concentrate on Creed.  Make sure dat notin' y' tinkin' 'bout is anythin' oder dan him," he said.

Nodding, Logan concentrated, feeling the emotions just bubble up; there were so goddamned many of them and each one was confusing and contradictory as the next.  Remy's breath picked up as he listened to all the feelings rush past him with confusion the primary binder of them all.  Finally, after he saw all he felt he could, and focused off of Logan's mind letting his hand rest on Logan.  His eyes opened and he looked at Logan.  "I love y', cher," he said his voice filled with pain.

Incredibly nervous, Logan had to know.  “What'd you see?”

"I....  I saw everythin'...."

Really getting nervous now, Logan asked, “What...  What'd you see?”  He had to know!

"I can'... really explain it...."

Looking away from him, he struggled to not get frustrated, and leaned away from Remy, trying to clear his mind out.

"I saw... dat y' confused..."

Nodding, he said, “I am, darlin’... I'm really fuckin’ confused....”  He ran his hand through his crazy hair.  “I didn't know if I should tell ya or not....”  He still wasn’t sure if telling him had been the right thing to do.

Remy reached out his hand and caressed Logan's cheek.  "'S okay, cher.  I don' know why y' feel dat way 'bout 'im... Don' know why dere's dis... compulsion—t' see 'im... but I trust y'."

Looking up, blue eyes glittering, he asked, “Feel what way about him?”  Help me!  I don't know what's going on inside me!

Remy shook his head.  "Logan... I tink..."  He closed his eyes tightly and choked on his next words, " y' may-- love him."

Huffing like he just got punched in the gut, he managed, “Not half as much as I love you....”  He knew that for sure, because his love for Remy was not at all confusing and very pure and so good.  Suddenly he was concentrating on Remy and his entire emotional core shifted to bright, sparkling love!  The kind that made him blush a bit.

Remy hugged Logan fiercely and hoped he wasn't crushing him.  Logan would like to see him try to crush him!  He squeezed him back, kissing his neck.  “Y' know I love ya, right?”

Remy nodded vigorously against Logan's neck and sent his emotions of relief, contentedness and love to Logan's mind.

Sighing heavily and relieved, he said, “Y'...  Y' don't mind that I told ya?”

Remy shook his head.  "I'm glad y' told me, cher.  I'm glad y' trusted me enough t' see what was in y' heart." 

Nodding, he stroked his cheek.  “Y' swear y' won't go near 'im? “

Remy nodded.  "Oui....  Y' tink he gon'... try t' do somethin'...?"

Shaking his head, he said, “I dunno...  But...  he doesn't like ya.”  He snorted because that was a really freakin’ enormous understatement.

Remy got the slight wash of emotion regarding the sentiment that it was an understatement and snorted.  "'Kay.  He know 'bout us?"

Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah...  He knows....”  He was sitting cross-legged and pull Remy to straddle him with his long legs on either side, stroking his thighs.  “He's jealous.”

Remy grinned slyly at that.  "Sorry, cher.  Can't help but be smug."

Chuckling, he said, “Just so long as y' don't mind me gloatin' a bit as well....”  He gave Remy a soft kiss.  “Wanna eat outside tonight?” he asked waggling his eyebrows at Remy.  “El Fresco?”

"Sure, cher, I'd like dat," he smiled.  "What we havin'?" he asked curiously.

Grinning at him, he said, “A bit a crawfish...  A bit a crab cake....”  He nuzzled under his chin like a happy kitten.  “A bit a jumbalaya...  Just called up the Red Fish a minute ago, they're deliverin’ as we speak....”

Remy clutched Logan to him.  "Y' do love me!" he shouted.

Chuckling, he kissed him.  “They'll be here in about 15 minutes, lemme go set up a table...”

Remy nodded, then as Logan took off, sat to think about Creed. 

Taking two chairs and a small card table, Logan set it up on the dock.  Putting an old table cloth on it and rummaging around in the boxes... he knew he packed them...  Where were they...  AHA!  He found two taper candles, and took them outside to put them on the table.... there.  That looks romantic.

Remy got up and took a look at the set up on the dock.  He smiled and went to find a blanket because it was still kind of chilly—and not in the warm and yummy kind of way.  He stepped outside and over to Logan.

"Looks nice," he said to the setup as Logan was just setting up a little fire pit, the kind that one could move and didn’t sit on the ground.  He lit it up by the table.  “Thanks.”  He grinned and stood up.  “It should keep ya warm...”

"Tanks," Remy said at Logan's thoughtfulness.

Grinning, Logan kissed his neck.  “You go inside and stay warm... I'll come back with the food.”

Remy nodded and went into the warm confines of the boathouse to wait for Logan.  When Logan got to the mansion, Emma cornered him.

"Logan, that man has been calling for you for hours, will you please shut him up?"

“Which man?”

"Victor Creed!" she shouted, in her, 'I'm not yelling' voice.

Shifting uncomfortably, he asked, “Um...  So?”

She flopped her arms down beside her in as close as she got to a huff.  "He's becoming difficult to ignore telepathically, as well as several of the children being able to hear him, which is scaring them."

“All right, all right... Just...  Bring my food in when it comes, all right?  But I can't spend much time with him, Remy's waiting.”  He marched off toward the holding cells, feeling pretty damn moody.

"Thank you," Emma said exasperated.

Logan could hear him even there in the upper halls and marched down into the lower levels, barging into the cell block.  “Would you shaddup??!!”

Victor stopped his shouting as soon as he saw Logan.  "They finally got ya ta come down here?" he asked incredulously.

“I'm in the boathouse, I'm not gonna hear ya,” he supplied crossing his arms.  “Now whaddya want?”  I gotta date, dammit!

"I... I wanted ta say I'm sorry about Anchius... I'm sorry I got so mad at him.  I feel I kinda... drove him away from you."  And I just wanted to see you again.  I can't go for very long not seeing you...

Crossing his arms, hyper aware in case he was lying, he asked pointedly, “Did you kill him?”

"No!" he shouted desperately needing Logan to believe him.  "I would never have killed our son."

Nodding, he said, “Fine then.  You're forgiven.  Now keep yer yap shut, yer scarin’ the kids.”  He started to leave.  Victor slid down the bars and started to weep that Logan was leaving him again.  He felt so broken.  Logan stopped before making it to the door, and swore, coming back in.  “What?  What?!”

Victor looked up at Logan.  "I need you..."  He needed him so badly, so much.  He'd been without him for too long and talking about the past was making him ache inside.  "Would you... bring me some food tomorrow?" he asked, hoping to get him to come visit.

“Creed....” he said running a hand through his hair again, making it stick out in all directions.  He cautiously approached the cell.  “Creed, Remy’s havin’ trouble...  He's in bad shape”

Victor growled, but didn't explode at Remy's name like he had before.  "Why're ya tellin' me this?"

Swallowing, he said, “This guy that makes machines...  C'n he make ‘em ta...  bring back powers?”

"Who knows.  Y'll have ta ask him.  Name a' Arthur Gravely, ex-Weapon Project."

Sighing heavily, he gripped the bars and muttered, “Told him bout you....”

"Yeah?  How did the poor slut react?" he asked menacingly.

Ejecting his claws, Logan let one scrape deep into Creed’s cheek.  “You mind your tongue, Creed or I'll lop it off!!”

Victor didn't move from the claw, but waited for his response.  "So?  How'd he take it?"

“Not good.”  He pulled the claws away, knowing that there were other ways to get to him.  “But he trusts me.”

Victor frowned at Logan and said, "Good fer you, Logan."  You better be fuckin' happy, 'cause if that kid ever hurts you-- he's dead!  Although his voice didn't tell Logan that he was happy.  At all.

Leaning his head against the bars, he closed a fist around one, just staying like that, silent and struggling.  Victor leaned in close, hoping to feel him again.  He felt like he was living for the brief contacts he got to have with his old lover.

Before Creed could touch him, he muttered, “If I let ya out... would you hurt ‘im?”

"If you let me out, I'll either disappear until the kid dies, or I'll go and kill 'im myself.  I don't know which I'd be more inclined ta do," he said seriously.  "I reeeeally want ta hurt him," he growled.  "But... if it might get you back some day... when he's gone... I might be able ta leave."

“What is it, Creed?  Why can't ya let me go?”

"Because fer my entire life I been with you!  Because I love you!  You can take away everything from me, Logan... but you can't take that.  I won't let you have it!"

With a gravelly voiced, Logan asked, “Even if I can't love you like you want me to?”  Logan was stung with fear.  Whether it was fear of Creed’s anger or fear of the possibility that he really could love him like he wanted him to, he didn’t know.  But he had never feared his anger before.

Victor smelled the shock on Logan and he stared at him.  "You sure you couldn't?" he asked and leaned in to claim a kiss from Logan’s lips through the bars.

Kissing him back for the briefest of seconds, Logan jerked away and scrambled out of the room.  Victor was given silent hope that Logan could come around and love him, so he decided to be on his best behavior.

 

 

Promptly, Logan trimmed a plant to nothing but a single shoot on the other side of the door, snarling like a feral beast.  Pushing his claws slowly into the wood, Logan focused on the plant in an attempt to cool his ire.  After about three minutes, he got it under control, and finding the takeout, was able to occupy himself with figuring out how to carry it all to the boathouse.  Ending up holding two bags with his teeth, two in his hands, two hanging off his claws and three bags cradled in his arms Logan managed to get to the front door of the boathouse and tried to call for his lover.  “ReeErrrry!!”  He pounded gently on the door with his foot.

Remy rushed to the door and laughed at the spectacle in front of him, taking some bags from him as he entered.

"Y' plannin' ta feed an army, cher?"

Grinning, he said, “Yeah.  You an' me.  An Army of two,” carrying the things into the kitchen.  “And you need more meat on ya....”  He was concerned that Remy wasn’t eating enough.

"Pfff!  Remy eats plenty," he said and set things down, eager to dig into them.  "Whatta we got?"

Pleased with himself and grinning, he said, “Just follow yer nose.”  Getting some dishes out, and unloading the food, Logan opened each container for Remy’s perusal.  Remy was opening them already and oo-ing and awe-ing at what he found inside.  "Cher, y' shouldn' ave!  Dis is great!"

Chuckling, Logan said, “Glad ya like it, cause we'll be eatin’ it fer a while…” He started filling up both the plates, asking Remy what he wanted and how much.

"Lots," was Remy’s reply.

Giving him lots indeed, where the plate was almost too full to carry without spilling something, Logan handed it to Remy chuckling.  “Here, doll, take this, there's always seconds.”  Grinning, he leaned to lick some jambalaya off his finger.  Remy leaned in to intercept the spicy sauce before Logan got to it, liking his fingers and palm.

"Mmmmm," he moaned at the delicious sauce and skin.  Logan’s heart picked up at that, and suddenly wanted to fuck him more than ever.  Muttering almost more to himself than to Remy, “Dinner first.  Dessert later....”

Remy smiled and started having plans of intermixing dinner and desert, but he wasn't about to spoil the surprise for Logan.  Taking a moment to collect himself and disappoint the hopeful erection growing in his pants, Logan walked out after him with his plate.

“In my mind this was a bit more romantic... I dunno...  Like... violins or somethin’... But!” he put his plate down and reached in his pocket and pulled out a book of matches and lit the taper candles.  “Voila!!”  Thank god it wasn’t windy.

Remy set his plate down and watched Logan take his fun away.  He raised an eyebrow at him.  "Why de urge t' be monsiuer romantique tonight?"

Shrugging, he said, “I haven't been romantic with ya, yet.”  He waggled his eyebrows at him.  “And I know how ta treat a ...  Cajun.”

"You were gon' call me a lady weren't ya?!!" Remy objected.

Snorting, Logan remarked, “I would never call you a lady.”  In fact, he liked his non-ladiness very, very much.  “I am extremely aware that you are not a lady.”

"Tanks, Logan," he said sincerely.

Grinning, Logan dug into his meal with his usual ferocity, but halfway through, he started rubbing his toes on Remy’s shin... above the table acting like nothing was happening.

Remy smirked as he ate his meal as well, unable to really stop.  It was great food-- the best one could really get this far north, and Remy wasn't wasting a bite... until he started to get full, and his thoughts started to turn less toward food and more toward Logan.  He spread his legs so that Logan would be unable to find them momentarily and ran a foot along Logan’s thigh.  Remy relaxed, as if he were thinking about slowing down, but still eating as he played with Logan under the table.  Two could play at footsie.

Quirking an eyebrow at that, Logan said nothing.  He didn’t have the reach Remy had so he had to wait until Remy let him have Remy’s feet back.  He opened his legs a little, too, but for an entirely different reason.  In Remy's stocking feet, he could feel Logan's package through his jeans well and liked the way it felt against his foot.  He moaned a little as he ate.

Logan had to stop eating for fear of choking.  He looked up at watched him, smelling the lust and he looked so damned content.  Remy's eyes were almost rolling into the back of his head, then he slunk down in his seat until he was able to slink out of it completely under the table and was at Logan's pants in a flash.  Remy had felt Logan's lust from there-- those first urges that caught his attention had sparked his own desire and he was nuzzling Logan's crotch, licking through the fabric of his boxers.

“Holy shit!”  He was so fast when he did things like that.  How did he even fit under there!?  “Remy....”  His hands were in Remy’s hair, loving his hair so much.  His cock had been straining for him for the past 15 minutes.

Digging Logan out of his shorts, Remy started letting his tongue run the length of him and lapping at the head like it was an ice cream cone.

Huffing, Logan pushed the table back with his feet just a little so he could see him.  “Hey, darlin’....”  His chest heaved in pleasure, and he pulled at Remy’s shirt to get it off.

Remy's shirt came off and he felt the rush of cool air against his skin.  He was heated enough that it didn't bother him though.  He didn't stop, but he did look up at Logan when he addressed him.  His eyes glowed like lava as he looked up at Logan and he sucked down his whole length.

Making a soft gurgle, he curled over him, running his hands up and down Remy’s bare sides, stroking his hair.  “That's good, baby....”  He couldn’t catch his breath, in fact.  Remy felt a tingle in his stomach at being called baby and he swallowed around Logan.

Growling a little, Logan said, “Let me have ya darlin’....” and he reached down the back of his pants.  “Let me have ya good and proper....”

Sliding up Logan's body smoothly, Remy straddled him, kissing him deeply.  "Y' 'ave Remy any time y' wan'," he moaned into his mouth.  "I wan' y' so badly, Logan," he moaned and slid his hips in Logan's lap.

Snarling against him, Logan was just nuts for him and struggled to get his pants open and to get Remy’s off all the way.  “Fr'm now on,” he said as he kissed and nuzzled against his neck, “New rule,” and kicked Remy’s pants off, finally.  “No clothes in the boathouse.”

"Couldn' agree more, cher," he purred and helped Logan with the clothing.  Remy was at least going to have to invest in a robe, he smiled to himself.

Lifting him up, Logan stripped himself of his pants and pulled Remy back into his lap, then down for some steamy kisses.  “Yer gonna need somethin’...” he panted against his lips.

"I need yer cum," he whispered, grinding his bare ass against Logan's cock.

Snarling against his neck, he was so turned on by that idea, he would never get used to it.  Groping his bottom Logan hissed, “Care ta lend a hand?”  Remy snaked a hand down behind him to Logan's hard shaft and pressed it up between his ass cheeks and slid the saliva soaked cock between them, squeezing his muscles a little.  He felt really good!

Biting down on his neck Logan’s roar escaped anyway and he started lifting up against him, huffing hard with his arms clamped tight around Remy.  Sliding his hand up and down Logan’s shaft, Remy whispered in Logan’s ear, "Come fer me, cher," like a ghost.

Logan was so pent up, that if Remy wanted it, he got it and he gnashed his teeth and felt himself lose control all over his bottom, snarling and bucking into his cheeks.  Remy caught in his hand the portion of his seed that wasn’t splashed against his ass and gasped at the shadow orgasm that he could feel.  He was so hard!  He wanted more and he slicked up his entrance with the come he collected.  Fingering himself, he presented the sensations to Logan and hoped that would help him get hard again.

Hard as long as Remy was naked, it definitely helped that Remy was naked and wiggling in his lap, Logan launched a full scale assault on Remy’s nipples with his mouth while his hands continued to grope his bottom and rub Remy’s stretched hole around his fingers.  Remy whimpered at the electricity running through him and couldn't stand it any longer.  He shifted on Logan and guided his rod into him, sliding smoothly onto it and letting out a loud breath.  "Logan," he moaned.  Y' feel incredible!

Taking his head, Logan kissed him deeply and started shifting his hips and stroking his thighs.  “S' good, darlin’...  Y' feel so fuckin’ good....”  Remy slid up and down Logan's torso as he raised and lowered himself on his cock, the slickness of Logan's cum lubricating the way and making it feel very natural to Remy.  He felt so... complete as Logan took him that his fingers clawed at his back on accident, leaving temporary scratches that faded in a moment. 

"I'm sorry, cher... I din' mean t' hurt y'..." he mumbled, unable to keep track of the thought for long.

Shaking his head, Logan really liked it, the sensation of him riding his cock and the tingle of the healing factor made it so good it nearly made him come again right there.  He wrapped his arms around Remy to help him shift, licking his throat, snarling and growling to him in that unintelligible animal language.

Remy started moving harder against Logan, loving the shock of the impact, sending pangs throughout his body and the rubbing of his nub inside made him want to cum all over Logan's chest.  He leaned down and captured Logan's mouth and sucked in his tongue, letting it play all around.  He let his tongue linger over his sharp teeth and Remy let out a scream as he came, pressing his tongue into Logan's canines.

Tasting Remy’s blood, he could feel the squeeze of Remy’s chute, and came with him.  He could feel his orgasm crash into his mind, making the pleasure almost unbearable.  Logan nearly stood up, he was so desperate to fuck into Remy deeper and he roared into his mouth filling him full of creamy cum, collapsing back on the chair almost hard enough to break it.

Remy writhed in coming down from the high, sending aftershocks through him and licking at Logan's lips.  "I really—really like dem teeth," he smiled.

Forcefully Logan pulled him into a kiss, and sucked his tongue and stroked down his body.  “Christ, kid....”  His manly chest was still heaving.  “Yer so fuckin’....  good!”  Wishing he could find a better word to describe it, Logan noted that his mental capabilities weren’t running full throttle.

Remy sighed against Logan's lips.  "Y' right—definitely no more clothes at de boathouse."

Purring, Logan felt his sweat begin to cool in the night air.  Remy shivered in the evening air and pressed closer to Logan.  Stroking him, Logan wrapped his arms around Remy and lifted him with shaky legs.  He managed to stumble into the boathouse and collapse on the couch, groaning.  “I'm getting’ old.”

"No, y' not.  Y'll never get old, cher...."  Remy meant that to be a comforting remark, and it was... until he thought about it. 

Snorting against Remy’s neck, he pulled him snuggly into his arms, cuddling just like Creed accused.  “Y' feel good?”

"Oui, cher.  So good... dat I never wanna stop feelin' like dis...."  How like a drug sex with him was!

Chuckling against Remy’s neck, he said, “Never imagined it would be so good...”

"You never slept wid an empath b'fore, have y'?" he said chuckling slightly.

Grinning, Logan said, “No,” and was about to ask if Remy’s slept with a guy with a healing factor before, then shut up immediately when I realize he had.

"Me neider," he said with a grin.

Purring, nuzzling into his neck, he asked, “You full?”

"Mmmmm... less full dan I was a secon' ago, but I can wait f' dat again," he sniggered and leaned back against the couch.  "My stomach's 'bout t' burst dough."

Grinning widely at his lovely sex reference, Logan stroked down Remy’s nude form.  “Yer the most beautiful thing I've ever seen...”

Remy leaned up at that.  "Dat you remember," he clarified, a little disheartened.

Looking up at him, Logan wondered why he had to bring that up.  “Well....  Yeah.”  Ouch.  He slumped a little.

"It's good enough dat I'm de prettiest ting y' seen in a lifetime an a half dough," he smiled.

Slightly grinning, he corrected, “Didn't say y' were pretty.  Said you were beautiful.”

Remy shrugged with a blasé air.  "Same diff."

Holding up a correcting finger, he said, “No.  Because yer not pretty.  Yer beautiful.”

"I s'pose I wouldn' call y' minion, eider," he said with a wicked grin. [Small and cute, in French.]

“Minion?  I'm not anyone's minion.”  He raised his eyebrow at Remy.

Remy laughed.  "Non... y' not cute at all," he said thinking that Logan was very cute, though he would never tell the man that.  "Y' are however small."

Mock scowling at him, he said, “I'm cute.  What the hell're you talkin’ about!?”  Remy laughed hard.  He didn't think Logan would want to be thought of as cute.

Grinning, he said, “All the ladies tell me I'm cute....”  Probably because they know I'm just a big pudding kitten on the inside.  “Don't think Scott would agree, though.”

"I'll have ta get 'im ta call y' minion," he smiled.

Snorting, Logan said, “Don't do that.  He actually would.  Then what if one a’ the French kids hears it?  Christ, I'd never live it down.”

Remy grinned.  "In dat case, I'll jus' have ta come up wid a name for y'... hmmm... minion, ou petit?" he said looking up as if in deep thought. [small and cute or just small? In French]

Sighing, Logan rolled his eyes.  “That won't do...”

"Mmm... Bête?" he suggested. […Beast?]

“That's Hank.”  He started playing with Remy’s hair.  God, but it had gotten long.

"Mmm... Duveteux?"  […Fuzzy?]

Smiling, Logan said, “How about Logan?”

"Dat's too.... manly," he smiled.  He looked at Logan.  "Aldough... it does siut y'," he said sincerely.

“Oh, first I'm not cute and now I'm not manly!?”  He shook his head.  “Yer breakin’ my heart, cowboy.”

Remy ran his fingers through Logan's hair.  "I said y' name did siut y' 'cause y' are manly."  Remy frowned.  "Whole lot more manly dan I am."  

“Dunno...  Yer pretty manly,” he said stroking his chest.  “I think y' like pretendin’ yer not though, so I'll take extra lovin’ care of ya.”  He smirked smarmily.

A smile tugged at Remy's lips and he couldn't help but chuckle.  "You jus' wait ‘til I get m' healin' factor back.  I'll kick yer ass den," he threatened playfully.

Laughing hard, Logan challenged, “I'd like ta see you try.”  He really would.  He would get horribly turned on by scrapping with him.

"I still have a few tricks t' pull on y'... dough I used up de good ones de last time we tumbled," he smiled remembering the play fight they had in Remy's apartment.

The knock on the door surprised both of them.

 

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