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Part 13
A knock was heard on the boathouse door. Lifting his head, Logan sniffed the air a little, and scowled. “We need to get dressed....” Remy started and leaned up.
Waiting a little, Warren went to look in the window to see if anyone was home, and got an eyeful. Remy cringed when he saw Warren peek through the window. "Uh, Logan? I tink Warren's here."
Warren immediately wrapped his wings around himself protectively, not believing he actually saw that.
“Yeah. I know.” He got up and went to the docks through the back door to get their clothes, and waved as he passed the window.
Seeing the wave, Warren hid behind his wings again, having been peeking out of them to see if it was safe. “Oh, God....” Warren groaned.
Remy ran to the room to grab boxer shorts and met Logan for the rest of his clothes. He mentally noted that he would definitely have to invest in a robe. Handing Remy his clothes, Logan got dressed. “Looks like the 'no clothes' rule doesn't have many practical purposes.”
Making sure that Logan was dressed, and having his jeans on, Remy answered the door to let Warren in. He didn't think Warren had the same sorts of problems that Remy did with the cold, but he couldn't have good memories associated with it. "Robes, cher. De answer is robes," he said before opening the door.
When the door opened, there were nothing but wings, because Warren was still hiding behind them in embarrassment. “Is it safe?”
Remy snorted and said, "Oui, all de fun is over."
Letting his wings fold back, he said, “You realize you've killed my libido for weeks.”
Remy raised an eyebrow at Warren. "I'm bettin' Paige'll fix dat for y'," he said and welcomed him into the living room.
Tensing up a bit, Warren stepped inside. “Why are you hiding out in the boathouse?”
"Well... didn' Emma tell y'?" Remy asked warily.
“No. She said you were in need of a fix-er up-er.” Looking him over, he assessed, “But you look... healthy.”
Remy frowned and scowled a little. "Non, I'm not. Y' 'aven' seen me over de past couple days, have y'?" he asked, knowing that he had been in New York the whole time. "I... found out some disturbin' tings... an' de needin' a fixer-upper... was an understatement," he confessed.
Looking between them, Warren didn’t like the intensity they both were giving off. “This... This isn't about sex is it?”
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Why... would it be?" What had Emma been telling him?
Huffing, Warren asked, “Why are you asking me!? I don't even know what's wrong with you?” He was frustrated.
"All right, all right. Sorry. I'll try t' explain... best I can." Remy had erected his thin shields as soon as Warren got there, so he wasn't able to see his emotions. "When I got back from N'Awlins... I had an... episode—o' some sort."
Muttering softly, “Come sit down,” Logan led Remy by his elbow over to the couch, and made him sit. Warren chose to sit on the floor by the couch, not getting on that couch having seen what had been happening on it most recently.
"When I woke up, Emma told me I'm an empath...." he said softly as he sat beside Warren.
“........ Okay.”
"De problem is dat... I can' maintain m' shields...."
Warren raised his eyebrows at Remy. “Why not?”
"Because... I can't heal by m'self any more. You remember dat whole fiasco wit New Son a while back? After dat... I burned out de gland dat was makin' m' augmented powers..."
“Oh... God... You want me to heal your….” he winced, “gland?”
"It's in my head, y' moron!"
Warren grumbled, “What makes you think I can do it...?”
"We... don' actually know if y’ can," he said, disheartened. "All we can do is try...."
"All right, Remy. Come to the mansion with me and we'll see if a transfusion helps at all."
“Right now?” Logan asked.
"Um... unless I was interrupting something and you'd like to back to it," he said blushing furiously.
Snorting at Warren, he said, “No. Remy, I’ll get yer coat,” he offered and went to the closet, tossing Remy that damn duster he always wore, and got his jacket, too.
"Tanks, mon coer," he said as he caught the jacket. He reinforced his shields a bit before they headed to the mansion. Warren got up, clearly still nervous and embarrassed and headed for the door.
Logan chuckled at Warren a little behind his back and followed him outside. Warren got the distinct impression that he was the butt of a joke he wasn't privy to, but ignored it and headed for the mansion with Remy following after him.
As soon as Logan entered the mansion, he pricked up his ears to hear if Creed was still screaming.
Creed wasn't screaming, and in fact the lower levels seemed quiet and deserted. Nervous at the quiet, Logan started sniffing to make sure Creed was still locked up. There was no recent sign of him.
Hank was bumbling about in his lab and looked up as the trio walked in to the lab and Warren asked, "Hank, how soon could you do a transfusion?"
Hank fixed glasses a bit better on broad nose. “Warren! Good to see you!” he said before focusing on the other two and figuring out what was going on. “Aha.... A blood transfusion? Well... I suppose I could jury rig something.…” He moved over to the machines and casually set them up. “Trying to fix the gland, now are we?”
"How did you--?" Remy asked baffled.
“I'm your doctor, Remy, I'm preternaturally aware of everything that goes on in your body,” he said studying Remy and Logan. “You two have been shagging.”
Logan started laughing, knowing Hank well enough to know he was just a better guesser and not as omnipotent as he would like to think. Emma wasn't keeping to her confidentiality clause again, Remy grumbled to himself.
Hank grinned. “To be honest, I only knew that by Warren's blushing.”
The comment made Warren blush harder. "Can we just... get this over with? The blood's about to come out my face," he said.
“There isn't any danger ta doin' this is there?” Logan asked trying to stop grinning.
"Theoretically, no. Although, I've never healed Remy before so there could always be... unexpected consequences...." Warren frowned.
“Have no fear, Logan, I'll be monitoring everything that happens... I assure you, your amore will be snug in your arms tonight.” He was going to tease them mercilessly.
"He callin' me names, why can't I call y' petit?" he asked Logan teasingly... mostly to offset his own teasing. Hank started chuckling fiercely, but tried to hide it, knowing Logan couldn't have liked that.
“Y' laughin’ at me, furball?”
“Of course not... Just... dust. In my throat.” He broke out in another fit of chuckles. He couldn’t help but grin a little.
Warren cleared his throat. "Well, do you need any help, Hank?" he asked.
“No, no! Things are well under way.” He was still grinning. “Here you are, Remy, if you'd like to hop up here?” he asked, patting the exam bed. “And may I interest you in a paper-thin, entirely backless hospital gown?” He held one up for him.
Remy scowled at the gown. "Non, tanks," he said, barely consenting to pulling up his sleeve.
Chuckling, Logan thought Hank was such a kick, but knew Remy was nervous so he crawled up on the gurney behind him and held him close. “Y'll be ok, darlin’...”
Remy put a hand on Logan's arm and took deep breaths. He hated labs. He closed his eyes trying to fight away the memories of them.
Hank hooked Warren up first, knowing Remy needed to be talked down sometimes. Warren got his arm ready, having done this before.
“Shhhhh. Concentrate on me, darlin’...” Logan said letting Remy feel the contentment he felt right then from the great sex, the warm fondness he had for him, the tickle of amusement at Hank's goofing around. Remy didn't want to let his shields down and so was oblivious to the comfort that was being offered by Logan. He did take comfort in Logan’s presence though.
“Hon.…” Logan could feel Remy just getting tenser and tenser. He stroked Remy’s side. “Ya gotta relax, darlin’....” He whispered a little, “Lemme in?”
Hank just stood there, waiting patiently for Remy to look ready.
Remy nodded and let his shields down so he could feel Logan... but he could feel Hank and Warren too. That made him a little nervous. Hank was feeling pretty good right now, just having watched some ‘Curb Your Enthusiasm’ and was still pretty perky, and Warren was feeling calm.
He unsteadily handed his arm to Hank, trying to be cool about everything, but things just seemed... magnified ever since his shields came down. Logan kissed the side of his neck.
Hank could do this with his eyes closed and easily slipped the needle into Remy’s vein and quickly taped it off. “There... Not so bad, was it?”
Remy shook his head. "Not de pain, Hank." Sheesh.
Sighing, he said, “I know, but can't a doctor fish for compliments a little?” He started flipping switches, humming quietly to himself the ‘Curb Your Enthusiasm’ theme song.
Chuckling a bit, Logan said, “Yer stunnin’ in a lab coat, Henry.”
Starting the blood transfer, Hank said, “You may have a lollipop before you leave, Logan.”
Remy pouted. He thought he was being pretty good for the patient he usually was. He flinched at the feeling of the blood going into his veins. It was the weirdest sensation and it always reminded him of the IV Sinister had him on when he had his surgery. Logan stroked up and down his arms. “Still with me, kiddo?” Remy nodded. Logan nodded and just kept petting him.
“Remy, if anything feels slightly off, you must tell me immediately.”
Nodding, Remy frowning at the feeling in his arm, but it wasn't abnormal. Remy started to get dizzy as the transfer proceeded and then a tingling started in the back of his head where his scar had been.
Noticing his change in heart rate, Logan said, “Darlin’? Darlin’, you all right?”
Hank looked up at the monitors keeping track of his vitals.
The intensity of the tingle just got greater as he sat there, then it began to take on a painful cast and Remy struggled to keep upright. "'M okay," he said and gripped the edge of the gurney he was on.
Taking Remy in his strong arms, Logan pulled him against him so he wouldn’t fall over, holding him tight. “Just breathe, darlin’,” he said kissing the top of his head.
Remy stared off into space, then closed his eyes as Logan's lips touched his head. He hoped that the pain that was flaring now was a good sign.
“Remy? Remy, what do you feel?”
"Jus'... feels kinda weird," he said and swallowed, trying to keep them from worrying so much.
"I've never gotten that one before," Warren commented.
“That's enough for now,” Hank decreed, shutting down the transfusion.
The pain in Remy's head slowly ebbed and he let out a breath he'd been holding. He slumped against Logan.
“Remy? Y' okay?” he asked concerned.
Hank quickly and painlessly removed the needle from Remy's arm and bandaged it up, turning to do the same to Warren.
Remy nodded and took a deep breath. "Sorry t' worry y'all."
Getting Remy a glass of water, Hank stroked Remy’s hair away from his face. “Remy, I suggest you go home and rest, now... Your body is going to need the time to react to this. Call me immediately if you feel any aches or pains.”
Warren looked evaluating at Remy. "Remy... can you describe the sensation for me? I'd like to know for future reference if I run into that again," he chimed in after Hank. Remy looked at Hank and said, "Sure ting, doc. Y' be de t’ird t' know." He turned to Warren. "Was... kinda tingly?" Like a million pinpricks gettin' deeper an' deeper, he finished to himself.
"Hmmm," Warren mentally noted it and nodded. This would probably give him some more clues about his healing abilities. Remy smiled at Logan, sipping his water.
“Y' feel lightheaded?”
"Jus' a petit bit," he smiled.
Washing his hands, Hank said, “Would it be alright if I checked on you in the morning, Remy?” He didn’t want to drag him to the lab if the equipment wasn’t needed.
Remy smiled. "Oui, jus' be careful on approach," he said winking at Warren who blushed.
Raising his eyebrows Hank looked at Warren, grinning. “Did you get a peep show?”
Getting off the gurney, Logan held Remy's hands, Logan asked, “Think y' can walk? Or y' want me ta carry you?”
"It was an accident!" he shouted loudly and turned on his heel to leave the lab.
Snickering, Hank shook his head. “I hope he doesn't keel over in the hall.”
"Ange's stronger dan dat," he said grinning at the door the man had left through. "I'm fine, cher. I'll make it."
Nodding, Logan said, “Thanks Hank,” and shook his paw.
Remy hopped of the table and headed for the door, hand on the wall as soon as he got into the hall to steady himself. He didn't want to do that in front of Hank, or he'd get mad.
Right behind him, Logan scooped Remy up in his arms. “Remy....” he huffed. Why you always gotta be puttin’ on a show?
Remy nearly hurled at the unexpected swooping motion of being lifted into Logan's strong arms, but he put his arms around Logan's neck and leaned in on him. "Sorry, Logan... Dat felt really weird," he mumbled.
“Y' feel any better?” he asked carrying him through the halls.
"When I got de gland back de first time it took days f' me t' feel any different, much less get up t' healin' capacity," he informed. "So... I don' know when dis'll start t' do anythin' even if it does heal."
Nodding, Logan nuzzled his cheek. He didn’t don't know what he was going to do if Remy couldn’t heal up. Remy was nearly asleep in Logan’s arms by the time they reached the boathouse.
Settling Remy down onto the bed, Logan undressed him and tucked him in. “There y'are, darlin’.” He stroked his cheek, wishing so badly that he would get well.
Remy rolled over and was asleep before he knew it. He didn't think on how drained he was, mostly because he was too tired to notice it. Sighing, Logan petted him you a little longer, knowing he was not going to be able to sleep for a long time. He went outside to skulk around and clean up the dock.
Remy stirred and noticed Logan wasn't in the bed just by the feel of it. Looking around the room, he noticed him curled upon the floor beside Remy’s bed like a loyal dog. "Logan?" he asked. "What de hell y' doin' down dere?"
Blinking a little, Logan looked up at him. “Didn't wanna wake ya.” Rolling back over, he curled up.
"Well, I'm up now, so get y' keister in dis bed," he ordered.
Grumbling, Logan kicked off his boots and wriggled out of his jeans and got in bed, clinging to Remy like a mollusk, going right back to sleep.
Remy smiled at the growth that suddenly attached itself to him and settled back down in the covers, now no longer able to really sleep. He stayed like that for as long as he could... which was about five minutes and then decided he would have to perform surgery and get out of bed.
Logan started having a dream about Creed— It was definitely Creed this time, all strong arms and long blonde hair and passionate kisses.... He knew the dream was taking off somewhere and was just conscious enough to struggle into complete wakefulness. “Grhng....”
Slinking as much as he could out of Logan's arms, Remy wasn't able to not wake up the man who was probably disturbed by his loud breathing sometimes. Remy paused when Logan growled at his leaving and stopped trying to move, uncertain when he would get to leave, but smiling that Logan was being so possessive in his sleep. Logan had ruined his escape attempt by squeezing him even tighter, and pressed his face into Remy’s neck, still blinking away vestiges of Sabertooth. “M'wake....”
Remy chuckled. "Sorry, cher. Didn't mean t' disturb y'. Y' real cute when y' bein' possessive dough," he chuckled, unaware of what the growling was really about.
Blinking, Logan didn’t get it for a moment, then grinned and let his mistake slide. “Plans fer tha day?”
"I feel like goin' an' blowin' some stuff up-- see if de transfusion helped anythin' at all-- give de damn ting a kick start," he said casually. "After breakfast, o' course." Gumbo leftovers!!
Grinning, Logan said, “All right, kid,” and reluctantly let him go. “Lemme take a shower first.” I need to wash Creed off.
Remy paused, noting that his stomach was growling, but wanting to go with Logan he weighed the options. If he let Logan go first, he'd take up all the hot water and where would that leave Remy? Clearing his throat, he asked, "Mind if I hop in an' share de hot water?"
Rubbing the goo out of his eyes, Logan said, “Nah... C'mon.” Patting his thigh and rolling out of bed, Logan stripped on the way to the bathroom like he did that one day so long ago. Remy followed him into the bathroom and stripped inside the door. His eyes roamed over Logan’s body and he smiled to himself. Turning on the water, still a little groggy, Logan wondered if he was going to dream about Creed for the rest of his life.
Remy slid a hand over Logan's bare ass and squeezed a cheek as he was bent over to turn the water on. He mumbled appreciatively at him. Smirking over his shoulder at him, Logan asked, “C'n I help ya with somethin’?”
Remy lifted an eyebrow at him and said, "Well, I could tink a sometin', but I was noticin' dat you'd probably wan' some help first, oui?" he smirked at Logan's hardness sticking rigidly away from his body.
Smirking back at him, Logan stepped into the shower. “Yer gonna spoil it, y' know.”
"Dat's de idea," he said winking and following him in.
Leaning up to give him a soft kiss, he stroked Remy’s hips and sunk his fingers into his hair. Remy moaned and hugged Logan to him. His hands started out up at his shoulders, but ran down his back to grasp Logan's firm butt in both hands. One of his hands slid around his hips to cup Logan's balls and let them fall around in their sac. Remy liked their soft velvety feel.
Growling against his lips, Logan started playing with one of Remy’s nipples and groping his tush. He thought Remy was a delight for the senses. Remy moaned and bit at Logan's lips, bucking into him slightly. "Y' keep dis up, monsieur an' we never gon' get clean," he chuckled.
“All right...” he grinned a little, pulling away so he was not touching him at all. “I'll stop then.” Getting out some soap, he started lathering up, getting clean.
While Logan was cleaning up, Remy knelt in front of him and started licking at his cock, water flowing over it making it feel nice. Logan’s eyes crossed a little, tilting his head back and his hands stilled with the soap. “Christ, kid, that mouth a yers....” Really, he loved it, along with Remy’s diehard attitude toward sex. At Logan's comment, Remy sucked in the whole length and pulled on it.
Grabbing onto the soap dish Logan curled over him, cradling his head with one hand. “Oh, fuck yes, baby....” He started thrusting in and out of Remy’s lips, stroking his cheek a little, his cock as hard as steel. Remy pushed farther onto Logan's rod and relaxed his throat muscles so his lips were down to the very base of him, tongue rubbing on him, the tip of Logan’s manhood hitting the back of his throat.
Logan snarled and growled deep in his throat, overcome with pleasure. He loved fucking his mouth almost as much as fucking his butt. “Finger yourself,” Logan growled.
Remy whimpered as he reached around and slid a wet finger inside his hot body. He jerked against Logan and sucked on him harder. It was like being fucked from both ends and he wiggled his finger around and added another. Cher! Y' feel so good!
Huffing, he could feel the small hints of Remy’s pleasure that he was allowing Logan to see and he reached down to touch him, wishing he could suck his cock, or at least pull on it. Leaning sideways against the wall as his legs started shaking, he groaned, “Christ... fuckin’ beautiful...” Bending over a little bit to see Remy’s fingers in his body, Logan nearly came just seeing it.
Remy let down his shields a little more and started drawing his fingers farther out and sliding them back in, knowing that Logan was looking at them. The more his fingers slid along inside himself, the better it felt and he wanted to have Logan fucking him, but he didn't want to let go of his wonderful cock. Remy bucked into himself harder with sexual frustration and wanted to cum. His cock was rock hard from the pleasure he was getting from Logan and he put his pleasure in a more visible place so Logan could see what he was feeling.
“Ugghhn!!” Suddenly he felt so far away from Remy, with him all the way down there, and managed to groan out, “Whaddya need, baby?”
Remy came off his shaft and whispered loud enough for him to hear over the cascading water, "I need y' t' fuck me, Logan," he said and stood facing away from him in the shower. Remy grabbed the soap and reached around him lathered up Logan's cock.
“No...” he objected, grabbing Remy’s hand and making him turn around. He wanted to see his face. Lowering him to the bottom of the tub so he was lying flat on his back, Logan lifted his legs around his hips and gave him a long, wet kiss. Remy writhed against Logan, letting his tongue play with Logan's and his legs locked around him.
Fingering Remy’s hole for himself, just to make sure he was loose enough and because it just felt so goddamn good, Logan then grabbed Remy’s waist and in one smooth, steady motion, pushed his entire length of cock into him.
The breath that Remy let out was designed to be sultry and sensual... but it just didn't seem to come out that way. He cut it short and sucked in a breath sharply as the nub deep inside him was hit and he grabbed tightly at Logan. His breathing became ragged. "Vit, Logan... plus vit!" He couldn’t describe how much he loved the sliding feel of his huge cock inside him. But he didn't need words... he had his empathy.
Thrusting into him, hard and deep, Logan could feel what Remy needed and let his body writhe against Remy’s, kissing and nipping at his lips with every in thrust, grunting and growling like a mad animal, one arm locked around his hips to keep him in one place. Remy snuck his tongue into Logan's mouth and started playing with his tongue, then sucking on it and the hard thrusts drove him crazy, but it was his growls that made him explode all over Logan and himself. The orgasm was tangible to Logan from his front row seat to Remy's physical and emotional feelings. His muscles squeezed around Logan as he came.
Roaring his orgasm as he always did, Logan came inside him hard, coating him with cum, his hips thrashing violently, and his teeth bared in a snarl. He gripped onto the soap dish again to keep from collapsing onto him and crushing him into the porcelain. “Oh, fuck... Remy….” He sagged and panted against his shoulder, still gently shifting in him until his erection wilted.
"Mmmmm... cher...." Y' so nice... "Now we can get clean," he smirked.
Grumbling a little, Logan pulled out carefully and flopped next to him in the very small space, with his arms wrapped around him snuggly. “Mrrrrrr.... Don't wanna.” He wanted to cuddle, really.
Remy held him in return, feeling the warm water and he pushed the bath clog with his foot so the water would stay in the tub. They could probably afford to soak a little. After all, Remy was in no hurry. Although, he was feeling a little restless.
Still stroking him all over, cuddling was his heart-food, and Logan feels so good, tucking his head under Remy’s chin and purring softly against his throat. Remy wasn't able to stay still for long and he started getting shifty in Logan's grasp.
Grunting, Logan opened an eye at Remy. “What’s wrong?”
"Sorry... jus' antsy, I guess," he mumbled.
“Oh...” Reluctantly, Logan shifted away so Remy could get up, and slowly rose to his feet as well.
"Cher," he said kissing Logan before he could get away, "I don' mean t' be a spoil sport, I jus'...." I kinda feel de need t' release some energy... an' dat didn' help much, he observed to himself.
Petting his wet hair, Logan said, “Don' worry about it, darlin’....” A brief, strange flicker crossed his mind so quickly he was not even sure he thought it, but the echo of it was definitely there: Creed would actually out-snuggle me sometimes...
Remy kissed Logan again and unplugged the bath and quickly showered up. He felt like he was going to explode... Shit!! Not bothering to rinse off, Remy ran out of the bathroom grabbing a towel with him as he went so he wouldn't freeze and ran as fast as he could down to the lake. He could see himself glowing by the time he hit the lake and he dropped the unused towel on the dock and threw himself into the freezing water. The air and water around him crackled and steamed as he came up for air and he didn't know what to do.
Blinking for a minute, that stray thought forgotten, Logan grabbed a towel to wrap it around his waist and ran out after him. “Remy!! Remy!”
Swimming for shore Remy grabbed a couple of rocks to charge and was throwing them on the opposite side of the lake to get the extra biokinetic energy out of him. If he wasn't in the water, he was sure he would have blown up the earth that was under his feet.
Watching him in the lake, Logan saw the bubbles rising up around him. “Remy? What the hell's goin’ on?” He was gravely concerned, and reached down and touched the water, noticing it was unusually warm. “Remy!! Remy, talk ta me, darlin’!!”
"I tink Warren's fixer-upper job worked!" he shouted as he threw another rock into the lake as far away from himself as he could.
“Do I need ta get Hank!?”
"Dere's nothin' he can do, cher!" he shouted so Logan could hear him over the sizzling of the water. He tried to swim around so the water in the immediate vicinity wouldn't burn him. "I jus' need t' get dis under control," he said loudly and tried to concentrate on holding the energy in. It hadn't happened like this last time... it had taken days for him to notice anything at all....
Running his fingers through his hair, Logan hated feeling this inefficient. “Should I get Emma!?” What the hell was going on?!
"Jus' gime a sec; I almost got dis," he said and grabbed a rock and tried very hard not to charge it. The rock remained its inert, dark self and he tossed it back on the shore. It didn't explode, so things must be fine.
“Remy...? What's happenin’?”
Stepping up onto the shore of the lake Remy watched his feet, making sure the area around them wasn't glowing, and tread tentatively along the shore, ready to jump back in at any moment. "Lots more energy dan I'm used t' dealin' wid, cher. I tink m' powers're back t' at least tree quarters strength now," he said as he examined his hand, no longer glowing, but still feeling vibrant and almost staticky with the small interactions with the air.
Approaching him carefully now that he was out of the water, he asked, “Y' mean... Y' mean yer gland is up an’ runnin’?” He could can smell the change in him and feel the vibrations in the air on his sensitive skin.
"Least a little bit. Dang, what a difference it makes dough, ouay?" He walked up to Logan and asked, "Could y' hand me dat towel b'fore I freeze m' buns off?" An' start chargin' stuff outta reflex?
Handing Remy his own towel Logan went up to the dock to get Remy’s. “So...” he asked sort of excited, like a puppy, “so yer gonna be ok, then!?”
"Looks like," he said and raised his shields to make sure they were thickening. There wasn't much change in them yet, but Remy had patience. It had taken a lot of energy buildup for him to be able to heal himself and he doubted that he would just be better instantly. The shields that were there though weren't suffering, so that was a plus. "It'll take me a bit t' start healin' stuff. Hey," he said having an idea. He leaned down to Logan and whispered in his ear, "mark me," and licked Logan's neck.
Purring initially, Logan leaned into him, tying Remy’s old towel around his waist. “Mar… Oh.” He wrapped a hand around Remy’s neck and set to work giving him an especially impressive hickey.
"Mmm," Remy moaned and his manhood started getting re-interested in Logan. He held him tight so he couldn't go anywhere. Remy hoped he wasn't charging Logan at all, since he wasn't used to these powers yet. Grinning, Remy let his hands run down his back and he slid his hands under his towel at the top, causing the towel to fall.
Grunting a little, Logan watched the skin bruise, running his fingers over it. “Gonna cry if yer hickies don't take any more....”
"Well, if dis works, cher, y' gon' have ta cry sometime." The hickey didn't disappear from Remy's neck. "'Course, den we'll have ta find oder ways o' lettin' people know we're taken... which reminds me." I still need t' come up wit' sometin' f' Logan... collar? Nah, he wouldn't like dat... ring? Dat might work...
“Reminds you of what?” he asked, kissing his Remy’s ear and wrapping his towel around his waist again. He took Remy’s hand and pulled him back inside.
"Dat is a surprise," he teased. He sauntered in, looking very comfortable in his own skin again.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Logan grinned. “Yer lookin’ like yerself again....” He opened the door and helped him in, kissing his knuckles and drawing him into the kitchen.
That made Remy pause. "Feelin' like m'self too," he thought out loud. After holding his shields up... he noticed that they were more opaque than the tracing paper ones he had before. It made everything so much... quieter. Before there had been a buzz from the people as far away as the mansion with an indefinable muddle of emotions, but now it was... peaceful. He smiled at Logan and let his shields down-- the buzz from the mansion was back, but Logan was there beaming at him too. "Logan, you know what dis means?" he asked, excitedly.
Logan chuckled at Remy’s exuberance, opening the fridge. Looking over his shoulder, he asked, “What's that?” Grinning, he paused and asked, “Whaddya want fer breakfast? We gotta bit... of everything....” Pulling things out of the fridge, Logan retrieved some plates.
Remy didn't answer Logan's food question right away. Dis means dat I can go out int' civilization! Dis means I don't have t' isolate m'self again! "A mall trip, cher," he grinned widely. "It means a mall trip." He paused. "An' I'm in de mood fer some... bacon." Canadian bacon! he smirked to himself.
“Bacon?” he asked looking at the food containers then looking up at him. “We don't have any,” he said, then saw Remy grinning like an idiot, and grinned back at him. “Yeah, kid... You don't gotta be cooped up here with me no more...” Kissing his neck, Logan cuddled him a bit.
Remy grabbed Logan fiercely. "Y' comin' wid me, smart ass," he chided. "I said I was in de mood fer some bacon, an' I intend t' get some." He sank to the floor behind Logan and tearing the towel out of his way, nipping at his rear. He licked up Logan, starting from where his ass met his thighs and ran along his crack, then his spine up to his neck. Remy didn't know if he wanted to move back into the mansion just yet, if at all, but it was something they could talk about later. "Dat's some yummy bacon," he smirked against Logan's neck.
“God, Remy, yer insatiable...” He took his hand, kissing it all over, sucking on his fingers, and kissed his wrist.
Remy moaned. He didn't necessarily want sex... he just wanted to play. Logan's sucking and kissing made him fast changing his mind though. He hugged Logan, letting him have his wrist. "You jus' wait until de healin' factor's full blown. We gon' fuck like minks, I bet y'."
Another stray thought passed through Logan’s mind only briefly: Creed and I used to fuck for days on end… but he shook it off, gently kissing the bones in Remy’s wrist and leaned back, lifting his chin to kiss Remy’s jaw softly.
"Will y' go out wit' me?" he asked.
“Course, darlin’.” Turning to face him, Logan nuzzled his nipple. “Where you wanna go?”
"Jus' de mall is fine. I don' need t' go anywhere fancy. Jus' wanned a few tings." Remy grabbed a handful of Logan's hair and squeezed it as Logan' nuzzled his sensitive nipple.
“Well.... Suppose we should get dressed then....” He liked fondling Remy’s hips, though.
"Oui..." he mumbled. He leaned down to kiss him before breaking away.
Grinning a little, he asked, “Are we gonna eat first?”
"Was tinkin' we'd reheat de gumbo first den head out," he said as he followed Logan into the bedroom.
Nodding, Logan said, “Sounds good,” pulling on some jeans with no underwear. He found a wife-beater and one of those flannel shirts. “Y' lookin’ fer somethin’ in particular?”
"Haven' decided yet, but I'll need y' wit me."
Chuckling, he said, “All right.” Getting his cowboy hat, Logan put it on his crazy hair, and found his wallet. “Ya ready?”
Remy stood there in the doorway naked as a jay-bird and said, "Yup."
Looking up at Remy, Logan rolled his eyes and grins. “I'll go heat up the gumbo. You veil your beauty.” He kissed his cheek and went down into the kitchen. Remy smiled and went to get some clothes on. He chose a pair of jeans that were painted on and a tight fitting long sleeved shirt. It was still too cold for a tank top.
Nuking the gumbo, Logan licked his fingers, getting out utensils and bumbling around, then remembered that he was supposed to bring Creed breakfast. He said aloud, “Oh, fuck.”
Calling Storm, Logan hoped she answered before Remy came out. Storm answered her phone and said, "Storm,"
“Hey, darlin’... Who's feedin' Creed this mornin’?”
"Why... I don't know. I hadn't asked. I'm afraid... we may not have fed him at all," she said a little guiltily.
Suddenly Logan had a primal reaction to his mate in danger. “WHAT!?! What the hell is wrong with you people!!?”
"I just assumed that someone else would have taken care of it, Logan. I didn't know you cared about him so much," she said almost accusingly and hung up the phone. She was still sore about having him in the house, much less needing to take care of him. The thought of that man made her want to cry.
Grinding his teeth, Logan smacked himself in the head and went to the bedroom. “Hey, darlin’... I gotta go to the mansion real quick... I'll be back in 10 alright? The gumbo's ready.”
"Kay!" Remy called from his place in the bedroom. Remy hopped down to the kitchen after Logan left and started eating the gumbo that Logan had heated up for him. "Mmmm, si bien…." he mumbled.
Bringing some gumbo down into the holding cells, Logan asked, “Creed?” Victor looked up at Logan and smiled brightly. Sighing, he said, “I can't stay long,” and pushed the gumbo between the bars. “Here. Eat.”
Victor frowned and looked at what was placed in front of him. "Did he make this?" he grumbled.
“No. Red Fish.” Leaning against the bars, Logan might still smell like sex in the bath with Remy.
Victor leaned against the bars and breathed in Logan's scent. "You smell good," he said. The bowl smelled pretty strong too, but he could make out Logan in the room.
“Uh... yeah. Look, you eat, I gotta go.” He didn’t move a muscle, though, watching him really closely.
Looking sadly at Logan, Victor said, "I can smell him on ya, you know," he said quietly. He seemed pretty calm for having realized that. Really, he was feeling depressed.
Scowling at him, he shouted, “No you can't!” and he pulled his wife-beater to his nose to take a whiff. “Dammit... I took a bath....” He really took no pleasure in hurting him. Looking up at him, he said, “Hey... Have they not been feedin’ ya down here?”
Shaking his head, Victor asked, "Why should they? I'm only here because of you." He didn't blame them for being afraid to come down and feed him... or not caring.
“Still, it's shitty. They're always preachin’ about redemption an’ forgiveness, but they leave ya down here ta rot... That's bullshit....”
"Y' can't forgive those who ain't penitent."
Narrowing his eyes at Creed, he growled, “Yer not?”
"Not fer some things. Yeah, fer others... but they haven't even talked ta me... so how would they know that?"
Facing the bars fully, Logan said softly, “What y' regret?”
"A lot more than I don't," he said. "I regret not goin' after ya harder when I first found ya... after what they did to ya. Regret being too crazy ta see half the things I was doin'... not sure I couldda done anything about that." He paused thinking about the past. "Everythin' hurt so much...." Looking back on it, everything he had done to hurt others hurt too. He looked at the person he was before and after the experiment and they were so incredibly incongruous.
“Creed.... Creed... I gotta ... gotta go....”
"Will you... come ta me... when you remember somethin' else—anythin’ else. Will ya tell me about it?" he asked.
Bowing his head, Logan smirks and says very quietly, “Ya used ta out-cuddle me an'… we would fuck fer days on end.”
Victor's head snapped up and his mouth hung slightly open. "Yeah... you startin' ta remember stuff then?"
Shrugging, he was kinda proud of himself. “Just... stray things here an' there... nothin’ really concrete, not a real actual memory.”
"There's a lot of 'em. Hard fer even me ta remember 'em all all the time," he smiled. "I'm glad ya can remember somethin' though."
Grinning, Logan felt obscenely close to him at that moment, and reached through the bars to touch his hand. “I really gotta go.... Enjoy the gumbo.”
Closing his eyes in pain, Victor grumbled to himself, You too.
Skipping out of the holding cell and over to the boathouse, Logan barked, “Remy! Ya ready?”
Remy was just finishing up his soup and smiled at Logan. "Oui, cher. What'd y' have t' go do?" he asked curiously.
Swallowing, he said, “Don't ask. C'mon.” Taking Remy’s wrist, he started to pull him out.
Remy set down the bowl just in time to be pulled away without it falling on the floor. "Woah, cher, take it easy-- we got all day," he said and wrapped an arm around Logan's waist.
Smiling, he asked, “Whaddya say? My bike or my jeep?”
"I'd say de bike, but y'd smack me upside de head," he chuckled.
“Ah... Cause you don't have yer helmet?”
"Oui, it's still down in N'Awlins. You know I don' ride wid a helmet," he smirked.
Shaking his head, he complained, “Yer such a problem child, Remy.” He took him over to the jeep and unlocked it.
Climbing in, Remy shrugged, smiling. "Would y' prefer me oderwise?"
“Y' know the answer ta that.” He tore the jeep out of the garage and zoomed down the driveway. Remy laughed. "Oui, oui, I know de answer t' dat."
“Put on yer seatbelt.”
Remy had to fix the seatbelt by tying it back together before putting it on and he looked over at Logan. “Y' jus' wait til I got m' healin' factor, cher... I'll drive y' crazy den.”
Raising an eyebrow, Logan looked over at him. “What?” Remy just shook his head. Smirking at him, Logan reached over taking his hand and drove in silence.
Remy hopped out of the jeep—without opening his door and headed in. Following him, Logan asked, “So where we goin’ first?”
"Hmm... a clothes store... random department store should be fine. I ain' picky."
“Y' need more clothes?? I thought we agreed, there's no clothes…” he muttered
as he walked into JC Penny's with him, “No clothes... in the boat house....” Logan shuffled along behind him.
"Dere aren't, but I tought it'd be polite t' have a robe hangin' by de door in case Warren decided to show up unexpectedly again," he smirked. "Facilitatin' de no clothes policy," he explained.
Snorting, he commented, “Good thinkin’, kid.” He smiled at a baby in a stroller that seemed to be staring at him.
Remy noticed the kid and saw Logan smiling at it. He frowned to himself and stalked off quicker.
“Hey!” Logan trotted up to Remy. “Where you goin’ in such a hurry?”
"Jus' tryin' ta find de men's section," he said.
“Oh,” he said, just following him around like a dutiful boyfriend. “You all right?” He felt Remy’s blood rush a bit back there.
"I'm fine, Logan," he said placating and continued toward the men's section.
“Ok.” Logan smiled at the sales lady eyeing us and winked then wound his through all the clothing displays with Remy. Remy found the robes and was picking through them but couldn't keep his mind on the clothing. He was frowning as he looked at them all.
Lifting an eyebrow at him, Logan asked, “What's wrong, darlin'?”
"I—Logan... I can't give you... a kid," he said quietly.
Snorting softly, Logan said, “I know that, Remy.” Then he lowered his voice a bit. “Why? Y' think I'm fuckin’ ya too much?”
Remy laughed at that. "Non... I jus' saw y' lookin' at de kid an' it... made me tink about kids... dat's all."
Nodding, Logan’s smile faded a little.... He had golden hair.... “Yeah.” He tapped at one of the display counters absent mindedly.
"Y' know, Logan... we could always... adopt. I was adopted...."
.... Anchius.... “No… 'Sides, that's... That's way in the future... We ain' even married....” How old fashioned of you, Logan, he addressed himself.
"Oh..." Remy mumbled. He was a little disappointed that Logan didn't want to adopt. He cleared his throat and thought, starting to look at the robes he could find again.
A bit lost in a past he didn’t even remember, Logan was trying to grasp how he possibly knew Anchius had golden hair, but he followed Remy preoccupied. Remy picked one out and looked at Logan. "Y' wan' one?" he asked.
“Uhh,” Logan was startled out of his thoughts. “Sorry.... What?”
"Robe. Y' wan' one?" He wasn't sure whether Logan would feel the need for one, but he thought he would offer.
Grinning, he said, “Yeah... a fuzzy red one.” He started sifting through the robes. “With a... drawstring....” Remy grinned as Logan picked one out. Putting it he asked, “How'd I look?” The flannel robe matched his flannel shirt exactly.
Remy grinned broadly. "It suits y'."
“What about you?” He rifled some more. “Something silky... and... mebbe a little sheer....”
"Sheer?" Remy asked and looked at the ones of the smoother silkier feels. He was looking for something of that bent too... maybe a red one to match Logan's?
Finding a black one, Logan held it up to Remy’s shoulders. “So.... Do you want kids?” Snorting at himself, he continued, “Not that... we're... y'know, getting’ married or anythin’.... Or... that y' can bear children or anythin’.” Logan didn’t want to scare Remy... or himself... with ideas of commitment.
The question caught Remy off guard. "I know....Ee.... Yeah, I do..." he mumbled quietly, nodding.
“Yeah?” he asked putting that robe back. “I've thought about it... Wonder... If I have any bastards or anything....” He noted that if he was with Creed and he was loyal... then I didn’t….
"Dat's not a nice name," Remy said and turned away from Logan.
Looking up at Remy, perplexed, Logan got what he was upset about. “Oh...” he said, touching Remy’s back, stroking it. “Sorry, lover... children out of wedlock....” Smiling, he played with his fingers. “If it makes ya feel any better, I don't even have parents who weren't even married.” He took a moment to think about that.
"Don' know who m' parents are eider," Remy said. "But dat doesn't matter at de moment," he said trying to cheer up.
Tugging on a lock of Remy’s hair, he said, “Hey! What about this one?” He held up a silky blood red robe for him.
"Oohh," Remy said liking the fabric.
Grinning, Logan said, “I'd love to watch that... fallin’ off your skin....” He could imagine it already and let the fabric fall across his wrist.
Remy smiled and leaned in to kiss Logan. "Definitely dis one," he winked.
“Yeah....” He muttered against his lips, letting his finger trail down Remy’s throat. Remy picked up the robe that Logan had put down and took them both over to the clerk and was out of the store after the transaction was finished.
Carrying the bags like a good boyfriend, Logan asked, “Y' got anythin’ else planned, kiddo?”
"Quit callin'me dat, or I really will start callin' y' 'petit,'" he threatened. “One more place we need t' hit."
“But y' are a kid!! Me, I may be short, but I'm beefy!” He held his arms up for Remy to inspect their beefiness.
"Fine, y' insist on callin' me 'kid' or any variation dereof an' I'll start callin' ya 'pedophile.'"
Logan winced at that. “Ouch, ki—... Gumbo. So, where we goin’?”
"T' mark y' in de only way I know of dat's any sorta permanent wid you," he said and stopped at a little silver boutique.
Stopping right outside of it, Logan hesitated. “.... Remy.” He didn’t say anything else but there was certainly that bud of apprehension.
"What?" he asked after coming back out. "Y' don' like silver?"
“No, I just....” Are you proposing to me? Is this what all that baby talk was about earlier? What if it isn't? Should I offend you in suspecting it is? Should I ask you outright....? Logan decided to just follow him in and see what happened. Remy looked around at all the different styles of rings and liked the ones that had some etching in them-- silver on silver or antiqued blacking on silver. After a minute, when a sales clerk came up to him to see if he needed any help, he asked if she had a ring sizer. She did and came back with it. Remy tried his size and found that he was a nine and a half and handed it to Logan. "What size are y'?" he asked Logan casually.
“.....” Logan mumbled taking it. He didn’t know which finger to put it on and settled for his index finger.
“Twelve...” he said and looked around the place like a rabbit in a lion's den.
Remy took the set of rings from Logan and handed it back to the lady. "Tank y', miss," he said and turned back to look at the walls and casually put an arm around Logan.
Clearing his throat, Logan asked gingerly, “Uh… now what?”
"Now I wait f' y' t' calm down," he said mildly and quietly. It didn't take his empathy to see that Logan was uncomfortable.
Shifting a little, Logan kept a sharp eye on everyone, hoping to not attract attention. “What're we doin’ here, Remy?”
Sighing, seeing that he was not going to get anywhere today, Remy decided to just leave. "Come on, we're finished here," he said and let go of Logan to walk out of the little boutique.
Following him out, Logan remained a good five steps behind him, wondering how he was going to work his way out of this major fuck up. He knew it would probably involve a lot of painful conversation. Remy headed for the jeep slowly, waiting for Logan to catch up to him. He paused, waiting for Logan in front of a lingerie shop and admired the figures advertised.
Stopping right behind him, Logan didn’t even notice the scantily clad women, and muttered almost intelligibly, “'M sorry, Rem...”
"'S okay, Logan. It's no big deal," he said casually and continued walking toward the jeep.
“Yeah it is... Yer pissed off.”
"Only a li'l bit. Don't worry." I'll jus' go take care of it some oder time.
God, he couldn’t read him for shit, and got in the jeep, tossing the bag in the back, but just sat there, not starting the car. “Y' always want me ta be straight up with you, you bein’ straight up with me?” He could sense Remy was a bit more upset than he let on.
"Not entirely," he said. "I jus... mentioned dis an' figured y'd say somethin' if y' were uncomfortable."
Eyes straight ahead, he asked heavily, “Why ya want me ta wear a ring, Remy?”
"I... can't leave marks on y', Logan... Pretty soon, I don' tink y' gon be able t' leave marks on me, so..."
“So ya wanna get... What?” He couldn’t bring himself to say 'wedding rings' or anything as horrible as 'promise rings'.
"I jus' wan'ed... a way t' let people know dat... y' mine, y' know? You can still mark me," he said. "But I can wear whatever y' wan' when y' can't any more."
Looking over at him, god, Remy was a vision, he reached over and stroked his jaw. “I overreacted, huh?”
"I dunno... I don' know what y' wan'... don' know what y' don' wan'... If y' uncomfortable, Logan, we won't get anythin' like it, okay?"
“No... Just... Lemme think on it, all right?” Stroking his hair behind his ear, Logan asked, “Anywhere else ya wanna go?”
Remy shook his head. Raising an eyebrow, Logan asked, “Coney Island?”
"Hunh?" Remy asked. That was out of the blue.
Chuckling, he said, “Ya haven't been out in a while, thought...” he shrugged, “Y' might wanna stay out more.”
Remy chuckled at Logan. "No, I meant..." He smiled at Logan. "I'll go anywhere y' wan', cher."
Grinning, Logan said, “Good,” and pulled out, starting to drive. “Just lemme know if ya wanna go home. Put on yer seatbelt.” Remy rolled his eyes and buckled up. He was curious about Logan's unwillingness to commit to anything. It wasn't even something that big that he was asking....
Driving for about 20 minutes Logan pulled into a small little ice cream parlor you'd never even notice was there. “C'mon, darlin’...”
Remy raised an eyebrow at him and hopped out of the car with him. "What are we doin' here?" he asked curiously.
“This is the best fuckin’ ice cream in America, m'boy...” He opened the door for him. “You're the first person I've ever taken here...”
Remy smiled brightly, honored.
Walking inside and up to the counter, Logan said to the server, “Now... Fer me, pistachio...” He grinned at Remy. “But I'd suggest you sample some stuff before decidin’...” Remy looked at the ice creams available and was drawn to the ones that had caramel ingredients.
Grinning, Logan mutters to himself. “Carmel.... Shoulda known....” and watched him with great adoration. Remy winked at him. Logan staked out a nice little place to sit, and puts flannel on it, because good dates were all about location! Remy figured out what he wanted and stood over by Logan once he was finished.
“Whaddya getting’, kid?” Going to the cashier, he met Remy by it.
"Dulce de leche," he responded with a smile.
“Leave you ta find the one French thing in here....” Grinning, Logan ordered larges for the both of them. Remy went to sit with Logan's flannel and waited for him.
Coming back with two cones in his hands, Logan gave the beige your ice cream to Remy like it was a very, very special thing. “All right... Now. Tell me what you think.”
Smiling at Logan, Remy made a big deal about licking the creamy substance off its cone. He closed his eyes at the intense flavor and the cream coated his visible tongue as he licked it.
Noticing Remy’s sexual thrill, Logan asked, “Good, huh?”
Remy nodded and kept licking like that. "It's really good," he moaned.
Grinning, Logan dug into his, seriously thinking that this may very well be the best stuff on earth. “Wanna taste?” he asked holding his out to Remy.
Nodding, Remy licked at Logan's. It was a nutty, but complimentary taste to Remy's flavor and he made a face and held out his own to Logan after licking it again.
"Y' wnna try?" he asked, with his mouth full.
“Did ya like it?” he asked swirling his tongue over Remy’s, taking a moment to let it hit taste buds, then smiled broadly. “That's a damn fine thing....”
Remy nodded. "Oui. Dey're bot’ good."
Grinning, Logan licks fingers. “Glad ya think so. Nearly fell on my ass when I first came here... Real cream and everythin'....”
"It does taste pretty real," he commented. It was so nice.
Watching him, Logan thought he looked a little bored and chuckle. “C'mon...” He wolfed down the last of the cone, and went to the cashier. “Lemme get a pint or two fer home an then we can hit the road,” he said to Remy
Remy smiled at that. "Gon' have ta hide de stuff from Bobby," he commented.
Chuckling, he agreed, “Yeah....” Getting three pints, Logan requested all different flavors, pistachio, Remy’s Dulce de leche and rocky road.
Suppressing a chuckle Remy finished his ice cream slowly because he could never take much cold at once, and definitely not after Antarctica.
Unlocking the car, Logan almost opened his door for him. He veered away at the last second, nearly taking out a headlight with his hip, but he avoided it. Pretending nothing happened, he said, “Hop in.”
Remy hopped in and buckled up before Logan had to ask this time. "Y' gon' turn me int' a ninny, y' know dat?"
“A ninny? Do tell.” He backed out, driving off.
"Makin' me buckle m' seatlbelt every time-- wearin' a helmet-- what else y' gonna do, have me quit smokin'?" he objected.
“I already asked you, you said no,” he grinned. “But if ya think I have a chance, I'll ask again.” He looked at Remy hopefully.
"Not a chance. It won' be much of a problem pretty soon here, so I get ta be just as reckless as you!"
“You sure it's gonna work? Yer healin’ factor?” He didn’t want to get his hopes up.
"We can test it out when I tink it's workin'," Remy said. "I won' get reckless before den."
“You see that you don't. I'll come after ya if I have to.”
Remy smirked and relaxed in his seat. "I'd like ta see y'' try."
“You know I could.” Logan grinned, loving the way Remy splayd out those long, gorgeous legs of his. Remy just smiled and waived the thought away like it wasn't important. Snorting at him, he asked, “You seein’ Emma today?”
Remy moaned. "Technically I'm late fer an appointment. I don't really wanna go...."
Grinning, he said, “Maybe if ya tell her about your recent development she wont make ya go as often.”
"I hope so..." Remy mumbled. She was probably going to punish him in some fashion for standing her up, but he didn't really care at that moment.
“Should I drive slower?” he asked when they were almost to the school.
"Enh, don' boder. I'll jus' have ta see her when we get in anyway. No big deal. If she's mad, it ain' gonna make any difference now one way or de oder."
“Alright. If she gives ya any grief... You just lemme know.”
"I can fight m' own battles, Logan," he said only slightly defensively.
Sighing, Logan couldn’t help it, he needed to take care of him. Pulling into the garage, he got the bags and the ice cream. “Guess I'll see ya later then?”
Remy nodded. "Tanks fer comin' wit me, cher," he said kissing Logan. "An'... tanks fer not gettin' mad at me," he said a little shyly.
Logan had no idea why he would've been mad at Remy, and said, “I wouldn't get mad at ya, darlin’....” kissing his your jaw.
Remy's eyes sparkled and he kissed Logan good bye and went into the mansion to go see Emma. Huffing, he watched Remy go.
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