Part 14

 

 

 Going to the boathouse to put things away, Logan took the rocky road ice cream and went back to the mansion and down to the holding cell.  “Creed?”  Victor looked up at Logan and raised an eyebrow at him seeing the ice cream and multiple spoons.  “How ya doin’?”  he asked, coming forward and sitting in front of his cell.

"What... are you doin'?" he asked scooting up to Logan.

“Brought you some ice cream,” he said, handing it to him through the bars along with a spoon.

Taking the tub Victor looked from it back to Logan.  "Why ya bein' so nice, Logan?" he asked.

“I'm bein' nice?  Ya look pretty locked up in a cell ta me.”

Victor looked at his hands.  "I know I'm locked up because you can't trust me, but you're spending time with me... bringin' things to me... yer bein' nice, Logan."  A nasty thought occurred to him.  "Is the kid that good of a fuck?" he spat sarcastically.

Narrowing his blue eyes at him, Logan decided to be mean right back.  “The best I ever had.”

Looking like he'd been slapped Victor looked away from Logan.  That shut him up right quick.  He was silent for a minute or two.  "You figure out what the hell you're gonna do with me, since you obviously don't need me anymore?"

Cutting him off, Logan wasn’t paying attention to what Victor was saying.  “We ever wear rings, Creed?”

"Rings?  No, why?  Did you remember somethin'?  'Cause if you did, you made that one up," he said.

“Nah...  I mean...  We ever wear like....” he winced a little.  “Commitment bands er anythin’?”

"No, we never felt we needed to.  They were fuckin' expensive too," he said.  "Not like they are now."

“Huh,” he said looking away, suddenly in desperate need of a cuddle, then muttered, “Just wonderin'...”

Victor narrowed his eyes at Logan, but wasn't going to push him.  "You come in here and I'll tell you more about yer life before you lost your memory," he offered.

“Wasn't that the deal?”  He realized what he was talking about.  “Oh. You want me to come in there?” he pointed to Victor’s side of the cell.  Victor nodded jerkily and scooted away from the cell entrance.

Thinking about it Logan decided there was no harm in it.  He definitely didn’t fear him, and opened the cell and shut it behind him.  “All right.  Talk”  Seeming to relax a lot more, Victor leaned against a wall as Logan entered the cell. 

Sitting down on the bed, Logan flopped back, owning the place.  “What’s yer fondest memory?”

Victor smiled.  "My favorite memory is of you... when we were living together, right after we adopted Anchius...  you were so happy and he was so small.  You were so proud t' have him.  Not another gay couple we knew had a baby."  He paused thinking about their new son cradled in Logan’s arms.  "We made love that night that was so... pure, it still wrenches my heart."

Huffing, Logan bowed his head, remembering his conversation with Remy today....  Ouch....  “You remember it?  Exactly?”

"Yeah.  You wanted ta celebrate with wine and we spent hours after that just lookin' at him in his little crib... talkin' about who he was gonna be.  We had great intentions fer him.  Said he was gonna be a senator," Victor smiled.  "But that wasn't what he wanted..."

“So what was he?  Just a soldier like us?”

"He wanted to be.  He was a craftsman though.  That boy could carve stone like you wouldn't believe.  It was how he made his living after he moved out at fifteen and was what he did until he started wanting to be a soldier and signed up in the military... after I told him not to."

“Did I tell him not to?” he asked, guardedly, watching Creed’s every move.  His eyes and heart seemed to know the pattern of his gestures, but his mind didn’t.

Victor nodded.  "Yeah.  You knew just like I did that he wasn't like us... that he was too soft for that kind of work.  He wanted to be with you though." He sighed.  "People weren't expected ta live much beyond that anyway," he stated trying to justify it or console himself... or Logan.   “Well...  They couldn't a all been mutants...  Pretty sure normal men died with him... And normal men survived with us....”  He huffed, doing the same thing, wanting consolation for the loss of someone he didn’t even remember.  “At least y' can remember him….”  There was a slight pause.

"He carved Aphrodite of Melos, though," he said with a smile that was quite wistful.  "Wouldda thought the kid was straight if I hadn't seen him tryin' ta make a move on ya."

“He did?  Is it still standin’, that statue?”

Victor smirked.  "It's also known as the 'Venus de Milo,'" he said by way of explanation.  "It was gorgeous when it was whole."

Sitting up straight, Logan was never one much for art, but he recognized the name of the world famous piece.  “He made that?!  My kid made that!?”  He was suddenly flushed with overwhelming pride.

Chuckling to himself at Logan's reaction, Victor said, "Yeah, he did.  That was about your reaction when he unveiled the thing... though I think you were a little more speechless with him in front of you."

Still grinning like an idiot, Logan could hardly find words now.  “.... Shit...”  He flopped back against the cot, opening his legs in an unwitting gesture.  “My kid made the Venus De Milo.  ..... Shit.  My kid,” he said still amazed.

Victor really wanted to go and crawl between his legs and just lay there, but he knew Logan wouldn't permit it.  He was staring though.  "You were so proud of him.... so was I."

Logan’s good mood suddenly darkened when he realized... all he could remember of him was his gold hair.  His smile faded, a sick feeling welling up in stomach, wrapping his arms around himself in another unwitting gesture.  He sighed.  “How old were we?  When he died?”

"We adopted him when I was about a hundred, so he wouldda died at my 130th, maybe 135th.  You're about two or three years younger than me."

Looking over at Victor, Logan asked, “Really?”  He had never really thought about who was older and reached out.  “Gimme some,” he said meaning the ice cream.

Victor smirked and handed the tub to Logan with a spoon.  Taking it, he got a huge glob of ice cream and lapped at it.  “So after Mongolia, then what?”

"Like I said, we ended up in Europe with Marco.  We couldn't stay around very much because he would have noticed that we didn't age.  He was starting to notice already.  We were merchants for a while.  Soldiers too, though never big knights.  When the discovery of the new world came about we jumped right in.  We ran as pirates in the Caribbean.  Anybody loved to have us aboard ship because we were reliable when everybody else was sick with scurvy and influenza.  This meant once our reputation was decent we got paid more than other sailors."

Watching with locked eyes as Logan lapped at the ice cream Victor wasn't sure he could stand it any more.  It wasn't the only time he'd been jealous of Logan's food, but he wouldn't usually torture him for very long with it.  Logan was making a mess, actually, getting ice cream all over himself—on his hands on his face, and on his arms when he tried to rub it off his face.  “Like the Disney ride?”

Victor smirked.  "Only a lot deadlier."  Still staring, he wondered if Logan would let him suck his cock....  He wanted to lick ice cream off of his rod... oh the thoughts were making him hard!

“Huh....”  Logan licked the ice cream off his arm, then rubbed his face again, sort of looking like a cat cleaning himself.  “So... nothin’ notable?  Or are you holdin’ out?”

"Went back and forth across the Atlantic more than anybody probably ever had.  Fought against Napoleon.  Fought under Richelieu, too."

“We do anythin’ other than fight?” he asked finishing the glob and getting a new one to slowly devour.

"Like I said, we were merchants, but fightin’ was the best way to disguise who we were.  It was really taboo to be gay."

“To pirates?”  He was like a little kid, really, just licking up the melted ice cream wherever it dripped.  “Wouldn't think pirates would care.”

"Nah, they didn't care, though most of ‘em were Christians.  That's why we sailed so much.  There was a lot of anonymity with them too.  They were the perfect arrangement.  It's when we were on land that was the problem."  Victor couldn't help it any more and he crawled over to Logan and sat below the bed. 

Looking at him, Logan decided to not be threatened by it and licked the spoon clean and put down the ice cream.  He was all sticky now and pouted about it.  “So, yer sayin' we never got married....” he sort of joked... but was sort of serious.

"What fuckin' institution wouldda married us, hunh?  It wasn't even a legal institution back in Greece," he commented.  He was a little peeved, but a little pouty.  He would have liked very much to have married Logan.

Shrugging, he said, “An' over 2,000 years later, still no gay marriage in sight....”  He huffed a little, wondering where Remy was really going with this ‘ring’ thing.

Nodding, Victor stared at the floor.  Gingerly, he crawled up onto the bed and leaned in to nuzzle Logan's crotch, still so very turned on by the thoughts of him licking that spoon full of chocolate ice cream....

Logan gazed down at him.  “What do you think yer doin'?”

Victor looked up with puppy eyes that would have given Remy a run for his money, but he didn't answer.  Inhaling deeply, god, Logan would love to give into him and was pretty sure Creed could smell it, but Logan said, “We can't, Creed....”

"He'd never know," he whispered against Logan's pants.

Shifting away from him, he objected, “Yeah, he would.”  Settling into the corner, Logan felt a little awkward, but was not about to show it.

Sitting back Victor sulked.  "So, kissin’ before, that was okay, but you fuckin' my throat is outta the question?"  He huffed.  He wanted to take what he could get, but he also wanted to push for more.

“We shouldn'ta kissed....”  Remy, think of Remy, God, think of Remy!

Irritated, Victor vowed to himself that he was just going to keep asking him when he was going to kill him.  He was tempted to not tell him anything more about his life, but he still had deep feelings for Logan and was wrapped around his little finger.  "You wouldn'a done it if you didn't want it," he commented.

Sighing, Logan looked at his watch, seeing that Remy wouldn’t be back for another hour.  He didn’t like being at the boathouse when Remy wasn’t there... and he ignored Victor’s comment.  “What do you do in here all day?”

"Sit an' rot," he mumbled, his lips curling in anger.

Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Nah, c'mon... Whaddya do?  Do ya sing?”

"I ain't happy enough ta sing," he grumbled.  "I literally sit here and think about you, and think about the whore and I rot here all day."  Now can ya see why I wanna die?

“Call him a whore again and I'll stop visitin’ ya.”

Victor grumbled wordlessly, but he shut up.  "Tell laser brains I wanna see him when ya get up there," he said finally.

Snorting, Logan asked, “Laser brains?”

"Y'know... yer fearless leader," he commented.

Narrowing his eyes, Logan demanded, “Why ya wanna see him?”  He was pretty sure he was going to start some trouble.

"Can a prisoner make some requests about accommodations?"  Accommodating death, if I can get his 'moraler-than-thou' ass to fuckin' do it, he finished to himself.

“Look, I'll talk to ‘em about it...  Creed, I didn't know they weren't feedin’ ya….”  He felt pretty shitty about that, by the way.

They'll have ta fuckin' creamate me 'er somethin'.  Heh.  Funny-- Always knew I'd be burned at the stake.  Victor smiled to himself at Logan's interpretation, but tried not to show him anything lest his plan be seen through.  He hung his head.  "I know I don't fuckin' deserve it.  Ya could let me starve down here fer a month and I'd still be here, so why bother, right?"

“That's bullshit, Creed.  Yer still a fuckin’ human.”  And I still fuckin’ love ya…  “So what you really wanna talk to Slim about then, huh?”  He leaned back against the bed, legs open again, showing him he was either not afraid of him or that he trusted him.

"Nothin’!" he shouted.

“Ah.”  He crossed his arms.  “So yer either gonna try ta escape or pull that martyr trip on him.  You think Cyke'll fall for either a those?”

Victor sighed.  "I was actually gonna... try ta see if he'd... ask you ta spend more time with me... so he could get ridda me faster.  He controls yer schedule after all, right?"  He didn't know if his bluff would work, but he did pull off the act beautifully.

“You think it's up to Cyclops how I spend my time?”  He raised an eyebrow and snorted at him.  “Give it a rest, Creed, I'm insulted ya think I'm that stupid.”  He gripped the bars across the top of the bed, crossing his wrists casually.  “Hey...  You know when I was born?  I mean, like... my birthday?”

"June twentieth," he whispered.  "With translations for the way the calendar years have changed."

Getting that far away, dreamy look, he smiled softly to himself.  He couldn’t believe he finally had a date.  “June...  Twentieth....”  He tipped his head back.  “I was born on June twentieth....”  Logan gave a soft, pleased chuckle.

"Yer Cajun'll never know when he was born though," he grumbled almost as a jab.

Smile fading, Logan looked down at him and kicked him in the ribs.  “Why you gotta be such a shit, huh?  We were havin’ a nice time and you gotta go say somethin’ like that!”

Little cockroach, he growled silently.  "How would you feel if you were me, hunh?  If yer little brat didn't acknowledge who you were or anythin' you had t'gether-- you tell me you'd act any differently?"

Lifting himself up, Logan let go of the bar and snarled at him, “I acknowledge ya!  I'm here ain' I!?  An I sure as shit wouldn't let no government creeps get their hands on Remy.”  Yeah, that was a bit of an accusation.

Victor looked away with a wounded, angry glint in his eyes.  "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Logan had never heard him apologize for anything before and was a little taken aback by it.  He grumbled, “.....  Yeah?”

Creed nodded jerkily.  "I can't help but be mad at everythin'... at me fer lettin' them get ta you-- at you fer not recognizin' me-- at the kid fer showin' up an' gettin' involved in all o' this...."  He looked back at Logan, his eyes full of fire.  "It's all a bunch o' crap an' it should never have happened!  We should still be t'gether!" he shouted with a voice thick with emotion, and near cracking.  His eyes start to water and he couldn't help it, though tears were no where near falling yet.

Equally pissy, Logan pointed out, “Yeah, but we're not.  So whatt're you gonna do about it?”  He wasn’t sure whether or not he was trying to pick a fight with him.  “Creed, there's no goin' back.”  Even though if it weren't for Remy, I think I could run off into the woods with you right now like a young puppy in love.

The comment about no goin' back made Victor's heart lurch.  It was something they had observed together while going through time, when they had lost friends-- when they had lost Anchius.... but they had always had each other.  There had always been one thing in their worlds that wouldn't change when the entire world moved around them.  Maybe that was why they found each other so soon after being born-- they were meant to travel through history together, being the constancy to keep the other sane....  Victor stopped breathing, he was thinking so deeply.  The thought that he would never get to interact with Logan that way again made his breath illusive...

Logan looked over at him, raising his eyebrow.  “Creed?”  He poked him in the chest because he looked like he might just fall over.  “Creed?”  He took Creed’s shirt and gave him a bit of a shake.  “Hey.”

The poke in his ribs, the jerking, just made him move... he was still lost in thought.  He didn't want to acknowledge the Logan that he couldn't have, couldn't hold, couldn't trust.  He felt betrayed and was just beginning to process those emotions.  His face became angered and he growled low in his throat.

Logan didn’t know if that was a good sign or not.  “Oh, shit, did you just crack up again?”  He considered making a break out of the cell, because he really didn’t want these clothes torn to shreds.

Creed didn't answer, but lunged at Logan with his claws ripping at his face.  "You little runt!  Give me back my lover!!!" he shouted in anger and hysteria.

Holy shit!  You have lost it!!  Blinded for a moment by the blood in his eyes, Logan ejected his claws and rolled into the middle of the room, bloody and snarling at him, ready for a scrap.

Creed didn't stop lunging at Logan, attacking at any opportunity given.  He was crazy with rage and despair, never letting Logan get much in the way of space in the tiny cell.  Logan hadn’t taken a whupping like this in a long time.  He could smell the desperation on him, the fear, the sorrow, and eventually couldn’t smell him past his own blood.  He was gagging on it, and pulled his claws back in after getting in only a few good swipes.  “Creed…”  He had to cough up a bit of blood before he could speak again.  “Victor....”

Creed didn't stop as he ripped Logan apart, tearing at his flesh as it healed up in the wake of the marks made.  It was only a minute or two after he started attacking, but it certainly felt like an eternity until Creed stopped attacking Logan and his eyes became defocused.  He set his hands down on either side of Logan and his face became placid as the door to the cell opened and in walked Remy.  He ran to Logan and drug him from the room since there was no way he could carry him with his weight.

Remy closed the cell after they were on the other side of it.  He looked over Logan to make sure he was healing properly.  "You okay, cher?"

Logan was just gone.  His body had to shut down to have any hope of healing up again, and his head was healing first, but he was also trying to pull his guts back in... not healing as quickly as usual or as completely.

Remy helped to place the pieces of Logan in the appropriate place... trying very hard not to lose his breakfast.  The blood was just seeping out of the gaping wounds and Remy never wanted to know enough about biology to see intestines up that close.  They squished in his hands and he was afraid of hurting Logan even worse than Creed had already, but figured that all he could do was hope he was keeping things untangled.

Looking back at Creed who was looking confused at the bloody space below him, Remy thought, I can' give y' back y' sanity, but I can keep y' calm.  Wish I could keep y' dat way widout any effort, but dat's gon' have ta be Emma's job.

Emma was in the room a moment later, not as fast of a runner as Remy was once he sensed what was going on.  She delivered a sound psi-bolt to Creed and put him out like a light as Logan was finishing healing up.

Logan started shaking a little as his body tried to come up with the energy to keep breathing and his heart pumping....  Eventually his throat closed up and his guts got neatly tucked away... then his consciousness slowly started coming back.

"Hey, cher?" Remy asked hopeful at Logan's improving condition.

Making a gurgly sound as the last of the blood came up, Logan groaned out, “Rem...?”

"Yeah, it's me, cher.  You okay now," he cooed.

Staring up at the ceiling, Logan was completely weirded out by this, and looked over at Creed's body on the floor, just staring silently.

"Cher...?  Will y' speak t' me?" he asked gently.

All Logan could hear was 'give me back my lover!' and he felt it resonate throughout his whole body.   He couldn’t seem to process all of this, all these feelings, this overwhelming love he had for that violent lunatic on the other side of the cell.

Remy tried to push feelings of comfort into Logan's consciousness, but was greeted by the confusion and strong feelings of love while Logan stared at Creed in the cell.  I'm sorry, cher, he thought to himself.  He wished that he could take away that confusion, but knew that was a bad idea... maybe he could just take away the love... but that was probably an equally bad idea.  Logan needed to work through those feelings on his own.

Emma projected into Remy’s head, **It's good that you see that, otherwise you might have to learn the hard way, and nobody likes that.**

Still clearing out his lungs a little, Logan looked back at Remy with wet, navy blue eyes.  “What'd ya...  What'dya do?”

"Emma jus' knocked Creed out, cher... he be okay," he said with a frown and the trembling of a lip.  He didn't want Logan to have to feel these things for a man that was so obviously crazy and violent.  He didn't want to have those feelings competing with Logan's feelings for him, but that was a very selfish notion and he brushed it away as soon as he could… although it was difficult, especially when he didn’t understand everything.

Struggling up to a sitting position, Logan looked at the thick red pools on the floor.  “....  That all mine?”

"Don' know... prob’ly not dough... he had some deep gouges when I came in."

Nodding, Logan didn’t feel so good about that, and slowly got to his feet like an old man.  “What're you doin’ in here?”  He never expected him to come into Creed's cell.

Emma turned to leave the room, satisfied that things were under control.  "You'll be active tomorrow, Le Beau.  Enjoy your last day of freedom," she said as she left.  Remy watched her as she left but then turned his attention to Logan and his question.  "I came as soon as I heard-- er... sensed y' call."

“.....  What call?”  All I can remember was feeling resigned... and sorry... and my guts falling onto a cold floor.

"Well, I heard Creed's shout o'... pain...” kind of peripherally, he thought.  “An' den y' were really surprised-- an' hurt," he said, his brow creasing.  "I'm sorry I didn' get here sooner, cher."  Logan’s pain had been far more forceful in his mind.

Shaking his head, still a little out of it, Logan slowly shuffled to the door.  “Yeah….”  Noticing Remy wasn’t behind him, Logan went back and took his hand and silently shuffled to the door again.  Remy got up slowly and followed him, taking a final look at Creed on the cell floor as Logan guided him out.

"What... happened, cher?" Remy asked quietly.

Shaking his head, he was definitely not in the mood to talk about it.  He didn’t even really know what happened, and just kept trucking out to the boathouse, with his clothes bloody and tattered and still dripping red a little.  Once they were outside the mansion, Remy clung to Logan's arm.  He was a little shaken at all the blood Logan had on him and all the pain he had felt earlier... from both of them!

Getting into the boathouse Logan just started taking off his clothes, leaving a trail of them to the bedroom, and got on the bed, curled up and just started crying.

Remy started to pick up Logan's clothes, but left them when he heard Logan's small whimpers.  He didn't know what to do... he went into the bedroom and shucked most of his clothing, leaving his boxers on, and cuddled behind Logan.  He hoped that it was okay, but figured that Logan would give him a pretty forceful sign as to whether or not it was okay.

Crying in that manly way, with harsh, stuttering breaths, Logan shuddered hard in Remy’s arms, crying harder at his touch because it made it all that much more painful.  Remy didn't know what to do.  He opened the shields into his mind and gently brushed against Logan's... asking for entrance.  He just wanted to share his presence with him... on a level that he couldn't really otherwise.  He wanted to be comforting... without having to project his own feelings of comfort into Logan’s mind... and that was the only way he could think of to do it.

Snarling softly, “Stay outta my head!” Logan pulled a pillow over him as if that would keep Remy out, feeling like he was going to fly into a billion pieces.

Backing off, Remy clamped his shields hard around his mind so Logan wouldn't have to feel the hurt that washed through Remy.  He squeezed Logan once, then let him go and got out of bed, taking that to mean he wanted to be left alone completely.  He tried not to disturb him.  He should have known better.  He had given all the signals that he was not comforted by Remy's presence-- the shuddering and crying harder at his touch.  Remy was angry as soon as he got outside the bedroom, but wasn't going to do anything about it in the house.  He went down to the forest, with a plan to get lost in it and blow things to pieces.  He was still in his boxers, but didn't care at that point.  He was warm enough with the extra energy that was tumbling through his body and his movements through the forest.

Taking several hours to calm down... Logan fell into a deep, needful sleep, dreaming of things before... never anything too concrete, just sensations, smells, emotions, pleasure and pain, but always unable to get around that goddamned block, that hole in his head.  He slept fitfully.

Remy came back after what seemed like half the forest was blown up, although he tried to keep his tantrum concentrated in one spot in the forest.  After he blew up a tree, he started throwing rocks into the crater it formed and just ended up making it bigger and bigger.  He was spent by the time dusk rolled around and when he got to the boathouse, he started a fire and got out the spare blankets to sleep on the couch in the living room.  Remy in de doghouse tonight, oui? he told himself.

Logan was awake in bed, and sitting up with his elbows on his knees when Remy came in.  He could hear him and wondered why he wasn’t coming in the bedroom... after about a half hour, he got up, still naked and went into the living room.

Staring into the fire, Remy was unable to go to sleep although he was beat from spending his energy reserves....  He wasn't going to say anything.  He'd been doing the wrong things the past little bit and wasn't about to make the situation worse.

Sitting down next to him, staring at the fire, Logan was quiet for a little bit, then muttered, “Remy...  We gotta talk.”

Remy's lips trembled slightly and he nodded.  "D'accord.  What 'bout?"

Closing his eyes Logan bowed his head a little.  “Thing's...  are really complicated.”

A half smirk graced Remy’s lips.  "So what else is new?"

Not in the mood to be cute, Logan said, “There's somethin'  really big between me an Creed, Remy...  I just...  What I know's only the tip a the iceberg but I know it goes deep....”

"What's bigger dan a lover's relationship, cher?  Y' did say y' were lovers, right?"

Nodding, he said quietly, “We were more than lovers...  We were everythin’... to each other...”  He knew that now—knew it as clearly as if I could remember all of it.

"Oh," he whispered in a breath devoid of any force.  "I'll...."  I'll let y' go, cher.  If you really need t' go t' him... I'll let y' go....  Don' need y' any more.  I got m' strength back.  Remy be fine, but even as he thought that he knew the amount of pain he'd have to go through in letting Logan go.

Taking Remy’s hand, Logan didn’t know what the hell to do.  He held it up against his cheek, feeling tears threatening again.  His voice was hoarse and raw as he said, “Y' gotta help me, Remy, I dunno what ta do....”  He loved Remy so much, and was torn so completely.

"Cher... y' gotta do what's best f' you.  If dat's goin' ta—Creed... den dat's what y' gotta do.  Remy'll understand," he said trying to be convincing.

Feeling his heart squeeze up, Logan said, “I can't leave ya...  not now, not after what we found t'gether....”  He was really, truly crazy for him.  He felt like a 15 year old buck able to take on the world with him… but Creed as like a warm, worn blanket he had had since childhood.

Who knew, maybe Logan getting back together with Victor would give back his sanity and allow him to work with the X-Men like Juggernaught who came to the X-Men recently. 

"It's really nice t' hear y' say dat, Logan... but dis may be de best ting... f' everybody.  F' you, f' Creed..."  Maybe even f' me if I let m'self move on, but I kinda doubt it.  "But I got one ting t' say, Logan... if y' gon’ go-- you best leave now.  I won'--"   I won' survive if I lose y' after gettin' so close to y'....  "I won' let y' go if you say no now."

Wincing, he shook his head.  “Don't do this to me, Remy...  Don't make me do this now....”  He stroked his cheek.  He loved him so much—he had to know that.  He couldn’t hide it.  “I can't leave you, Remy, I just....”  He bowed his head a little, feeling sick.  “I can't.”

Remy nodded.  "Okay, ch—Logan."  I won' make y' decide.  Won' make y' choose.  But I'm gon’ have ta distance m'self from y', oderwise... when y' decide t' go t' Creed... how would I ever survive?  Dieu... I'm dis close t' leavin' y' f' y'own good, Logan....  F' my own good....

Leaning into Remy, Logan rested his head against Remy’s neck.  “Do ya love me, Remy?”

Remy reached out for Logan and held him.  "Oui," he said and his voice cracked more than he was comfortable with.  "I'd show y', but..." he said lightly and shrugged with a little smile.  Logan had asked him to stay out of his mind.

Kissing his neck and his jaw, Logan rumbled a little in his throat, saying softly, “Do ya hate me, Remy?”

That hit Remy like a punch in his gut and he wanted to throw up.  "Non!" he shouted and pulled Logan away from him to look him in the eyes.  "If I hated y' I'd leave y'.  Where did y' get de idea I hated you?  Tell me!" he demanded.

Because I hate me.  “Cause yer thinkin’ a leavin’....”  He was breathing hard, scared.  “Can't blame ya...  I'd leave me.”

Remy sighed and pulled Logan to him.  "'M only tinkin' o' m' self preservation.  Not easy competin' wit' de feelin's y' got locked up in dere f' him... even dough I don' understand any of 'em."

Locking his arm around Remy’s hips, Logan pulled him into his bare lap, saying wearily, “I'm a shit fer askin’ ya ta stay, huh?”  He stroked his arm up and down Remy’s back, wanting to gorge himself on the feel of him in case he wasn’t there in the morning.

"Y' only a shit fer askin' me ta stay if y' eventually leave... o' course... if y' don' know wheder or not dat's gon' happen, den y' also a shit," he said, trying to be as light about it as he could, but not feeling so light as his words.

Pressing his face into Remy’s neck, he knew Remy was right, but he was so goddamned greedy.  He didn’t want him to ever leave, but had no idea what was going to happen.  He whispered, “I love you.”  He truly did.

Remy closed his eyes tightly and knew he was going to beat himself up for saying this but he said, "... y' love Creed more," in a whisper.  He had seen the depth of the emotions there-- he knew what that was, even though it was couched in confusion.

“No!” he pushed Remy back on the sofa, so he was on his back and Logan was crouched over him.  “No!  I don't know Creed!  Even if I did love him once, he's a crazy fucker now!  I...  I know you....”  Leaning down, Logan nuzzled his forehead against Remy’s.  “I know you....”

"Den why can' you say y' won' leave... wit any degree o' certainty?  Why don' y' say t' y'self, 'I hate dat crazy fucker,' instead o' 'why do I feel so drawn t' him?'"

Logan hit the coffee table so hard it broke right down the middle.  “You don't get it!!”  He huffed, getting himself under control, hoping he hadn’t scared Remy.  “You don't....”   He shook his head.  “What if you knew someone who could tell you about your parents?  Someone who could tell you your birthday, Remy?”

Remy's eyes narrowed, confused.  "So dat's what he is to you?  An inf'mation service?" Remy asked perplexed.

“No....”  he flopped back.  “He's more...  He's my past.”  Looking over at Remy, he carefully crawled over and put his head in Remy’s lap, whispering, “An' yer my future...  I...  I need ya both....”

Remy breathed a quiet sigh.  "S'pose I don't really understand it 'cause I come to grips wit de fact dat no one's ever gon' claim me... I ain' never gon’ know what m' birtday is....  But if I could... I can' say I wouldn' grab hold o' dat too....  Okay, Logan—cher.  But if you start gettin' too absorbed in' de past, I'm gon have ta go down dere an' kick 'is ass."

Smiling against his stomach, Logan wrapped his arms around him.  “I'd really, really like that...”  He stroked his back, god, so stupid/crazy for him.

"Y'... wan' me ta kick Creed's ass?" he asked perplexed.  He was half tempted to go down there right then at the invitation, but waited to hear Logan’s answer.

“If ya want to...  Might make ya feel better.”

Remy shook his head.  "I'm gon leave dat one alone f' now.  I jus' blew up a whole forest, so I ain' gon be beatin' much up soon.  Speakin' o' which, I got Danger Room practice tomorrow.  Y' wanna spar?" he asked clicking against his teeth enticingly.

Smiling, Logan said, “Mmhmm...”  He reached up, touched Remy’s cheek.  He really wanted to spar with him in bed, too.  “If yer up for it....”

"I be up for it if I go down now," he said and closed his eyes ready to drop off into sleep.  He really felt like he blew up the whole forest, but there were only a few trees gone.  "'M really tired, cher," he said groggily.

Nodding, Logan curled Remy into his arms and carried him to the bedroom.  Remy moaned pleasantly at being carried to bed.

Resting behind Remy, Logan arms clamped around him in a steel vice, gripping him even though he was still asleep and dreaming. Remy started to get uncomfortable and squirmed in his sleep, then woke and squirmed awake after he realized where he was.

Feels him wriggling, Logan started having a nightmare... he saw Creed coming after him, wanting to tear him to shreds as he did me.… He snarled against Remy’s back and in a fit of panic and shot his claws out, one set digging hard into the mattress, while the other shot straight into the air.

Remy stilled instantly against Logan and swallowed. "Uh... cher... Remy tink you wanna wake up now...." he said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.

Wondering how Remy was talking so reasonably with Creed's claws almost slashing his face off... oh... I must be dreaming... he started struggling to wakefulness and eventually opened his eyes. His eyelashes tickled Remy’s back. “Mrgh... Mornin.…” He didn’t notice he had his claws out.

"Mornin' t' you too, cher. You mind puttin' away y' friends, dough?"

For a second there Logan thought he might be talking about his cock jabbing him in his thigh, then realized what he really meant. “Oh, shit!” He retracted them. “Did I get ya?” He did a quick scan of him for any enormous gashes.

"Cher, I'm fine," he smiled.

“Oh, good... Was havin’ a... well, a nightmare. Guess that was obvious.” He smiled down at him, still feeling a little strange about what happened between them last night. Gently stroking his tummy.

Remy sighed. He wanted to be able to help Logan with his nightmares, but wasn't able to for several reasons, one of which was that he didn't have enough control over his own emotions as he was sleeping in order to keep his own nightmares at bay, much less someone else's, but he also didn't think Logan would want him in his head that often. He didn't know how he felt about it... since he had gotten so upset about it last night....

Leaning down, Logan nuzzled his shoulder a little. “How are ya?” He really wanted to know, on a deeper level, sort of asking, 'are we all right?'

"I tink I'm pretty good. No slashes from y' dream, no bruises. Remy in tip-top shape." He was still a little uncertain about the two of them, but he had decided last night that he was going to give himself to Logan and bear with him through the whole fiasco with Creed. He hadn't changed his mind... he just wasn't ready to be very emotional and serious, so he acted like nothing was wrong. "Wan' some gumbo? I could heat some up-- you got entirely too many leftovers, Logan."

Logan saw how it was with him and his heart was stung by the chill, but he nodded. If that's how you want to deal with it, I won't try to stop you. “Sure, darlin’...” He was scared he was going to end up without either of them.

Remy got up and ran down to the kitchen in his shorts and heated up some gumbo in the microwave for the both of them. Emma hadn't told him when exactly his Danger Room session was going to be, so he was going to blow it off for as long as he wanted, really. After the gumbo had heated, he took both plates and silverware up to the bedroom so they could eat in bed. He wanted today to be a lazy and relaxed day because that was how he felt... well, he felt lazy, but not really relaxed. He wanted to be relaxed, so he hopped into bed with Logan and purred at the yummy gumbo.

Smiling, he said, “Thanks, darlin’,” and started eating, watching Remy carefully. He pet Remy’s foot with his, wanting to keep constant contact with him. Remy rubbed his foot back and smiled over at Logan.

Chuckling a little, he was ecstatic that the tension has decreased. Leaning back against the wall, he stretched out in naked glory and slowly finished off the gumbo.

When Remy was done, he stuck the bowl he'd been using on the nightstand and sighed contentedly. "You still wanna spar?" he asked waggling his eyebrows up and down. He had some tricks that he was hoping to try out on Logan, but he'd probably have to try them out on Emma first. She wouldn't want him just trying things on people... well except for Creed, which she'd let him get away with both times.

Logan chuckled softly. “Sure. I suppose you mean you want to go in the Danger Room?” Instead of just going at it here in bed.

"What else would I mean...?" he asked.

Grining like a boy caught with his hand in his pants, Logan said, “Nothin’,” and put his dish aside as well, getting up to get dressed.

Remy saw the shy cringe and raised his eyebrows in question, the side of his mouth quirking up in a smile. He dove off the bed to intercept Logan and pulled him back to the bed. "Cher... were y' tinkin' I wanted t' spar in de bed?"

“Well, y' know... You kids these days with your lingo...” He trailed his finger tips down Remy’s cheek, grinning. “Never know what yer sayin’ half the time...”

Remy grinned and leaned in to kiss Logan hard. "I'll have ta keep dat in mind... but we'll have ta come up wit' rules and an objective... which could be really fun," he smiled. He had been taking it easy for several days now and he was feeling pretty wired. He hoped that Logan could keep up.

Grinning, Logan grabbed Remy and rolled him under himself. “Rules? Like what?” he asked, biting down on his shoulder.

Remy sucked in a breath at Logan's bite. "Like... certain places bein' off limits... wit de goal o' makin' y' opponent cum," he suggested a little shyly.

Sucking on Remy’s throat, he said, “But I like touchin’ ya everywhere....” He reached down his back to fondle his tush.

"I ain' even said where yet," Remy laughed. "Could be I jus' wouldn' let y' touch m' cock... could be I'd only let y' touch m' nipples," he grinned. "Could be I won' let y' touch me at all."

Logan whined, “But yer so goddamn tasty!” He dove for Remy’s nipples, taking one into his mouth, anxious about Remy denying them to him.

Remy wasn't expecting to be fondled so completely this morning, but he was quickly getting into it... although, Logan was reacting awfully cute to just the thought of being deprived. "Y' not careful I'll have ta say y' can' even see me." Although, he was sure that Logan's voice would be enough to get him off... if he said the right things. Remy smirked at Logan.

Huffing, unintentionally pouting, Logan said, “I don't like rules,” and went back to nuzzling his nipple and groping and exploring his bottom.

"Y' must not be any good in de Danger Room," Remy surmised with a smile.

Chuckling, he said, “You know the answer to that.” He flipped Remy onto his front, kissing down his spine, letting his cock trail down his back as well until it settled between his buttocks.

"Mmmm," he purred at the things Logan was doing to his body. "Yeah, I beat y' all de time," he smirked.

Stopping, Logan grinned. “’Cause I don't wanna damage yer pretty face.” He started rocking his hips into Remy’s, wonders if he actually could follow any sex rules Remy put down. Remy smiled at the banter and rocked his hips into Logan's, letting his thick rod nestle in between Remy’s cheeks, then squeezed them.

Growling pleasantly Logan licked his spine. “So? Y' gonna give me yer list a rules for Danger-Room-in-Bed?”

"De way y' runnin' now? Not a chance," he said and squeezed his gluteus more and leaned up into Logan, writhing against him.

Chuckling, he said, “Good. Prob'ly woulda fallen ta pieces anyway.” In fact, he was pretty sure it would. He reluctantly shifted his cock out of Remy’s soft bottom and kissed down to the small of his back and reached between his legs to play with his cock.

Remy whimpered and bucked his hips. "Logan..." he whispered.

Grinning, Logan adored the little noises he made. He kissed down further, letting his scruff tickle Remy’s butt as he kissed down to his hole. “Mmm?”

"Ha! Take... don't..." he couldn't get together what he wanted to say. "Mmm, don' torture me," he complained finally.

“Don't mean ta.” He licked Remy, kissing his pink hole deeply. “Just don't wanna take ya raw.…” He knew what that was like. It hurt.

"In de drawer, Logan-- it'll help," he pieced together pointing at the nightstand that still had the bowl on it.

Grunting, he was too engrossed in eating Remy out to do much more than open the drawer and fumble through everything in it before finally finding the lube. Remy was going crazy with Logan's tongue in him as Logan fumbled around, probably not helping Logan's ability to concentrate. Logan kept purring at him, and eventually managed to get the cap off the lube and dribble some on his fingers. Lifting him up so he could lap at his balls while pushing one thick finger inside him.

"Logan!" he panted. He was unable to keep his hips under control and they backed into Logan's face and onto his fingers. He wanted the man inside him, but that mouth was great on his balls and the space in between his legs.

Loving to drive him crazy, he could almost get off on that alone. He kept working him further open, pushing a second finger inside him and gently stretching his soft opening. “Remy...” He thought he was so beautiful like this. Remy was panting hard and spread his legs wider, hinting that Logan should take him. He tossed his head back and shuddered on Logan's fingers, his muscles working the digits inside him. Logan could have toyed with him until the end of time, but was certainly not about to pass on what he was offering. Leaving his adorable balls and gently pulling his fingers out of him, Logan mounted him from behind and started to push in, gently snarling against his ear.

Remy paid special attention to the feeling of Logan spreading his insides with his thick cock. He grunted at the feeling as it sent jolts of electricity through him. "Si bien..." he moaned barely coherently. 

Reaching down, Logan gently stroked Remy’s abs as he pushed further and deeper into him, panting against his back harshly. “Baby... Yer so fuckin’ good...”

The encouragement felt like it stroked his hard and drooling cock as much as it did his ego. He was starting to really like that nickname. Logan's hand was so close to his cock that it brought out the feelings of butterflies in his low torso.

Pushing in him ‘til he was balls deep, Logan kissed whatever he could reach of Remy, gently flexing his cock inside him in what was basically a display of ownership. “Ah, baby,” he moaned, stroking his thigh, shifting his cock inside Remy.

The kisses raining down on Remy's back and the stroking at his thigh brought awareness to the rest of his body.... until Logan moved his manhood inside of Remy's body and that brought his concentration right back to his ass. "Cher... mmmmm," he moaned and started moving against Logan, hoping to start that delicious sliding in and out of him.

Growling, he moved a little, swirling his cock into Remy on the in thrusts, taking him deep and thorough, using one hand to hold him open, the other still stroking his stomach. “Remy....” he panted, going slowly with him—he hadn’t made love to him properly yet.

Remy’s breaths were trembling out of him with the exertion of control to not speed up. Logan felt wonderful inside him and he didn't seem like he wanted to go faster by his attitude and pace, so Remy tried not to buck and jerk all over the place, but he was hard pressed to maintain his composure. He tried to keep his sliding motions even and steady, but every time Logan brushed inside him or hit the nub deep within him, he wanted to race against him like mad. Logan's gentle calling of his name helped to steady him and deepen his pleasure too, so tenuous as it was, Remy kept his pace.

Logan could feel him getting frustrated and smiled a little against his neck and nibbled on his ear. “You okay, kid?” He licked the shell of his ear and pressed inside him extra deep, thinking Remy felt like heaven. He could just pass out, but he wouldn’t, ‘cause teasing him was much more fun.

Remy grunted in pleasure. "I'm jus' fine... pedophile," he whispered. He loved it when Logan played with his ears. They were actually pretty sensitive.

Continuing to mouth his ear and keep a slow, steady rhythm inside him Logan sometimes pushed in all the way and just rocked back and forth, making him stretch, making him his. “Damn, Remy....” He really wanted to feel every inch of him and claim it.

Remy was so heated up that he thought that with little provocation he would spurt out boiling cum. Drawing him out always made the inevitable orgasm twice as good as one that was rushed. He just seldom had the patience for them. "Logan...?" he wasn't sure if Logan would want him in his mind again. He was itching to see what he was feeling... he could sense the enormity of his feelings through his actions and wanted an up close experience of them.

Breathing hard, he muttered, “It's all right, baby.” He was completely open to Remy, rubbing his stubble against Remy’s back and groaning, “Y' can come in...” He gently pulled out of Remy and flipped him on his back, handing Remy his knees, and sinking his cock down fully into Remy’s depths.

"Haaaahhhhh....." Remy hissed out and grabbed for Logan to pull him against his chest and kiss his lips, stubble brushing against stubble. He gently lowered his new and stronger shields to enter into Logan's mind. "Mm-hmmm!" he whimpered against Logan's lips at the sensations rushing through him, both physically and emotionally. On the next slide through Remy clenched violently around Logan's cock and liquid love shot out of his spasming cock that was trapped between their bodies. He shouted into Logan's mouth, eyes tightly shut against all intrusions into his pure ecstasy.

Ejecting his claws into the mattress beneath, Logan snarled hard, trying to resist the feel of his tight butt convulsing around him, but it was such pure heaven and he was so in love with Remy, he started thrashing his hips fast into Remy, hard enough to bruise his butt. He didn’t thrust too long before he was coming in Remy’s clenching chute, filling him to the brim with cum.

Remy felt Logan's orgasm and grabbed at his shoulders. The shock of Logan ramming into him added to the trailing end of his own orgasm. The part that made the entire experience priceless beyond Remy's ability to convey was the amount of love he felt from Logan and its forcefulness. The forcefulness of his raging heart matched that of his thrusting hips... not that Remy wanted to make an in-depth analogy about those two. He came down from the incredible high and brushed Logan's mind, leaving gratitude and love behind for Logan to savor. Remy didn't want to assume that he was welcome in his head all the time and held onto him physically to ease the transition from together to alone.

Logan actually winced a little when he was gone and hugged him tighter. “Remy...” he said kissing his neck, still trying to catch his breath. “Remy, Remy, Remy....” He kissed up to his ear and back down again to his shoulders, stroking his hips as his cock slowly softened inside Remy.

"Mmmm... Logan... cher..." he cooed. "You all right?" he asked gently.

Nodding, he kissed him repeatedly, his breath finally slowing. “God, I love you...” He kissed him again, hard and deep.

"Je t'aime aussie, cher," he whispered against Logan's lips. He ran his fingers through Logan's hair, grasping it and pulling gently on it. He felt like he needed to grab onto Logan in a permanent way, but his hair was the most readily available thing he could get his hands on. "Logan... I don' ever wanna leave y'," he choked out.

Oh, ouch, he thought as he kissed him softly.  “I don't ever wanna leave ya, either, baby.... He wrapped his arms around him firmly, and buried his face in Remy’s neck.  He loved him limitlessly.

Remy wanted to ask what they were going to do about Creed then, but decided that he didn't have a place in their coupling. Remy's panting breath evened out and he was able to relax under Logan. He thought about asking Logan about rings as well, but decided that if it was a sore spot, then he wouldn't want to ruin this beautiful moment of lovers cooling in the morning sun.  He kissed Logan's shoulder and collapsed against the mattress... now full of holes.

Smiling at him and gently lifting his hips to pull out Logan flopped on the bed beside him and curled up around him.  “Mmmm... darlin’... Sorry bout the mattress....”

Remy smiled. "Scott's de only one gon' be mad 'bout de mattress," he mumbled, completely relaxed. The phone rang in the other room and Remy was in no disposition to answer it.

Not wanting to answer it either, Logan just wanted to stay there with his face pressed in his neck for the rest of his life.  “Yer so fuckin’ hot, baby....”

"Mmm... y' no cool drink o' water y'self," he said bastardizing the original phrase with a brazen smile.

Starting to chuckle against his neck, Logan said, “I'll try ta take that as a compliment…” and kissed his neck and then leaned back to admire all his hickies.  “You got quite a collection....” he said brushing over them with gentle fingers.

About then, the hickies started to fade away and heal, replaced by fresh, unbriused skin. Remy didn't seem to notice.  Blinking at that Logan leaned down, not wanting to hurt Remy, but gave him a bit of a nasty bite, knowing it should swell up in a moment.

"Ah! Logan..." Remy moaned. The bite gave a mixture of pleasure and pain since it was right in that sensitive spot where so many hickies had been placed recently. Why Logan felt like he needed to give him another one was beyond him. The hickie swelled and stayed... for a total of thirty seconds before it was healing up.

“Holy shit....”  Logan just stared, wanting to do it again… then he looked at Remy.  “You feelin' all right, darlin’?”

Remy laughed a one breathed chuckle and said, "Yeah, why?" with a smile still on his face. "Y' real good, cher, but y' have yet t' make me pass out."  Although, he came really close that one time, Remy remembered.

Taking his hand, Logan extended his middle claw and dragged a deep gash across Remy’s palm.  

"Ah!" Remy shouted then hissed at the pain in his hand and tried to jerk away from Logan but was held in his firm grasp. "Logan!"

Logan didn’t let him jerk away and said, “Watch.”

Remy was stilled by his admonishment to watch and with a creased brow, did so as the familiar pink glow started to permeate the wound as the gash bled. Remy's jaw became slack as the familiar tingle of healing started. He watched as the wound totally healed and he smiled brightly at Logan when it was completely closed and no scar was left behind. "It worked," he breathed.

Nodding at him with bright blue eyes, Logan said, “Remy....” and gave him a little smile.

Remy kissed Logan excitedly and got up to rinse off the blood.  "Jus 'cause I can heal same as you now don' mean you get t' beat up on me mercilessly," Remy admonished playfully as he entered the bathroom.

Smiling at him a little, Logan pondered what that may mean now...  “Hey, Remy... When's yer trainin’?”

Poking his head back out the door, he said, "De time's not set yet... why?"

“Just wonderin’ if yer gonna see Emma first....”  He got out of bed and padded over to him.  “Just.... So she can check you out, is all....”  He was a bit concerned that things may not be as stable as they seemed.  He had learned to take nothing for granted.

"Hmm... I'll prob'ly stop by an' see her first-- get checked out... dough after yesterday wit Creed... she tinks I'm ready f' combat...."

Stomach lurching when he mentioned that, Logan lowered his eyes.  “Remy... What'd ya see when ya walked in? Were you the first in the room?”

"Yeah... I was de first in," he said, his tone grave.

“Did ya go in his head?”  He knew logically Remy didn’t go in heads like telepaths did, but he didn’t know how else to put it.

"I saw... Creed rippin' int' y'.... I couln'd not, cher. Dat's de only way I had t' stop 'im!" he tried desperately to reason, hoping that Logan wouldn't be too mad at him.  He really shouldn't have brought it up, but it would have been an issue at some point.

“No, Remy, darlin’, I ain' mad atcha....”  He took his shoulders, and made him sit down on the toilet while he sat on the lip of the bath.  “I just...”  He was dying to know what Remy saw in there, but realized maybe that was sensitive.  Petting his hand, he said, “Ya did real good, Cajun.”  He gave him a lopsided smirk.

Remy sighed, relieved and waited, because it seemed like Logan had something else he wanted to say.  Reaching up, strokes his scruffy jaw, Logan loved that he didn’t shave often.  “Remy... I don't expect ya ta tell me now, 'n fact, I unnerstand if ya don't ever wanna tell me... but I'm just dyin’ ta know what ya saw in there....”  What made a man who loves me more than anything try to kill me?

Remy's eyes widened in comprehension, then he looked away from Logan. "Cher... he... didn't see you." It was the only way he could think of to explain the way he was acting from what he saw.

Gently stroking his fingers, he asked, “Darlin'... What'd he see?”  Leaning down with him when he looked away, Logan wanted to keep Remy with him... he had known sensitive people to go off into their own little world sometimes.

Remy’s eye was drawn to Logan's movement when he leaned closer into his space. He looked at Logan and pursed his lips before saying, "An impostor," quietly.

Wincing, he nodded and gently rubbed his cheek against Remy’s like a lion nuzzling its cub.  “'M sorry ya had ta see that, Remy....”  Reaching back Logan carefully turned on the hot water.

Remy swallowed, unsure of what to say. It surely wasn't okay that he saw these things-- he didn't want to see them... but, "Logan... if it'd save y' life, I'd look at 'em every day." That was what he wanted to say.

Looking up at him, Logan thought that was the most touching thing anyone had ever said to him....  “God, Remy, yer such a fuckin’ gem....”  Remy's eyes sparkled like rubies as Logan said that. He gave him a soft kiss, cradling his face.  Remy was such a freaking support to Logan, he was absolutely mad for him.  He accepted the kiss from Logan and maintained it as long as he could, brushing his lips against Logan's a little as they parted. He smiled gently up at his lover and stood to embrace him.

Squeezing him in his arms, Logan nuzzled into Remy’s shoulder.  “Thought ya might like a shower...”  He could feel the water was still only lukewarm, but thought it would be nice to offer anyway.

"Dat sounds great, cher," Remy said as he felt the cum still dripping down his legs a little. He waited for the water to warm up though, fetching towels in the meantime.

**Remy Le Beau, where are you!!!???** demanded an angry voice in Remy's head and he doubled from the echoing sound and the emotional volatility.

**What, Emma??** he shouted back. He handed the towels he had to Logan and massaged his temple.

**Get your butt up here,** she demanded and Remy tried to tell her off, but was still reeling from the ache in his head. That was when he realized that he hadn't put his shields back up and since Logan was the only one around, he hadn't needed to. Closing his mind off to her was as good as telling her off as he was going to get.

Raising an eyebrow at him, Logan asked, “That Emma?”  It was as obvious as a cell phone going off, really.

Remy cleared his throat as he straightened and said, "Oui, dat was Emma." Horrible woman, he grumbled to himself. He looked to Logan and asked, "De water ready yet?"

“Yeah....”  He stepped inside, holding his hand out to Remy to help him over the lip of the tub, then remembering when he snapped at him for treating you like a woman and took it back, momentarily looking very awkward.

Smirking, Remy got in the tub on his own. He hugged Logan once he was in to let him know he wasn't the slightest bit mad at him.

Licking his collar bone, Logan asked, “She mad?”  He got a wash cloth and soaped it up, starting to rub Remy down.

Remy moaned contentedly as Logan scrubbed him. "Oh yeah, she mad. Nearly told 'er t' fuck off, but jus' ended de conversation instead," he smirked, pleased with himself.

Chuckling, Logan wrapped his arms around Remy to get at his back side, soaping up his lovely bum.  “You trainin’ with the rest a the team today or by yerself?”

"Prob'ly by m'self f' starters. Don' wan' any unwanted psi-bombs goin' off on anybody we wanna keep, oui?"

Smirking, he said, “Well, pace yourself, kiddo, you've been on the sick bed a while.”

"Dieu, I can't wait t' get off de sick bed! I been stuck in it fer a week! An' on top o' dat I have dis new energy buildup dat just reached its full potential, if m' healin's any indication, so I feel like I wanna bounce off de walls all de time. I could use a real good workout."

Getting Remy all sparkly clean, Logan started scrubbing on himself, and shrugged wanting to admonish him more about taking it slowly, but he did have to realize Remy was not a kid any more.

 

 

Computer Readout: "Subject-- Gambit, power level 300% and rising…."

Silver lips smiled in the dim light.  "Remy, you double dog, you. How ever did you manage to get that back?"

 

 

Remy rinsed off and conditioned his hair while Logan washed.  "You tink we'll jus' stay out here in de boathouse... fer decibels sake?" he asked amid the shower din.

Watching him, fascinated with all the care he took with his hair, Logan noted that he usually just used soap for his.  He hung the washrag up and got a bar of soap, making mountains of foam in his hands and started scrubbing it through his hair, chuckles at Remy.  “Sure. I like it. Just gotta wonder where Scott's gonna sleep when Emma kicks him out and takes over the school.”  He could just see it coming.

"He wants t' come here, he gotta sleep on de couch an' put up wid us fuckin' all over de house, 'cause I ain' movin'. 'Specially if it means we gotta behave in front o' de kiddies."

Logan really liked scaring the kiddies, actually.  “I think the kids know well enough to leave us alone by now.”  He washed the soap out of his hair.

"I meant if it meant we couldn' make love where we damn well please," he purred into Logan's ear.

Grinning, Logan said, “Some day when all the kids are on a field trip you an me are gonna make a monument a that pool table.

Remy grunted in Logan's ear. "Oh, bet dat ting ain' even been christened yet," he said with heavy breath.

Grabbing Remy’s head, Logan pulled him into a steamy kiss.  “Goddamn yer hair is soft....”

Priding himself on his hair Remy smiled brightly. "Ain' even done conditionin' yet, cher," he said, noting that it was probably the conditioner in his hair that felt so damn soft. "I would like t' christen de pool table wit' y'," he whispered conspiratorially.

Chuckling, Logan said, “Well, keep your eye open for field trips... That's our best option... wouldn't want anyone walkin’ in on us late at night...”

Remy grumbled at Logan's point. "Oui... maybe I c'n arrange one..." he muttered under his breath.

Laughing, Logan stepped out of the shower.  “I suspect you're gonna put a lot a time and energy inta this.”

"New challenge, cher," Remy winked at him as he followed Logan out.

“Well, at least ya got a way ta pass the time.”  He dried off, wrapping the towel around his waist.

"I'm gon' be busy as you pretty soon, cher. Don' tink Remy ain' willin' t' work over-time for y'." He rolled up his towel and snapped it at Logan's rear.

Yelping, Logan skittered out of the bathroom.  He hadn’t seen that one comin’. “Damn dirty Cajun....” he grumbled and started getting dressed.

Giggling, Remy said, "Dat's fer cuttin' me earlier," he admonished in a half-serious warning tone.

“Remy...” Logan was half serious, too.  “I ain' gonna start cuttin’ ya up just so you can behold the magic of a healin’ factor....”

"Well, if y'ever feel de need t' cut me again... fer any reason-- an' scrappin's outta dis—just normal... warn me, will ya?" he asked.

Raising his eyebrow, Logan assured, “I won't feel the need ta cut you again… but if my brains get turned inside out an I do, I'll warn ya.”

"Tanks, cher," Remy said with a softer smile. "I jus'... seen everybody treat y' like a human shield an'... dat ain' right."

Touching his cheek once Logan was dressed in a black wife beater and jeans, he said, “Won't let anyone use ya as a human shield, baby.”  He would be his, though.

"Tanks, cher," he said sincerely.

Tugging on Remy’s hand so he would lean into kissing reach, he said, “You have a good one…”

"Cher..." Remy frowned. "You ain' gonna be my shield if I can help it. I'll take m'own damage," he protested.

Logan had been his shield before, but Remy never saw it—he’d been taking bullets for him since day one.  “Get dressed, kiddo.”  Logan reached out and tickled his hip.

"God damnit, Logan, quit callin' me dat, y' pedophile!" he shouted as he reacted to the tickle and hopped away from Logan’s reach. "I swear I'll keep callin' y' dat f' every time y' call me 'kid,'" he threatened.

Logan snorted.  “Are you insecure in your youth?”

Remy turned away from him like he'd hit the nail on the head. "I jus'... don' wanna feel like... 'm not y' equal," he mumbled.

Looking up at him, Logan caught that, and leaned against the door frame.  “Why are ya so insecure about bein’ young?”

"Logan, I may not be quite y' equal, but I'm damned close. I don' like bein'... tought of as helpless—not by you. You seen me helpless... I wanna avoid dat as much as possible."  He also knew what it was like to be temporally displaced, but he doubted that Logan felt much like that often.

Scowling at that a little, Logan said, “I don't think yer inferior ta me, Remy. Certainly don't think yer helpless... Yer just... God, yer young enough ta be my....”  He thought about it, and didn’t think he could fit that many 'greats' in a sentence.  “Well, I'm fuckin’ old. And you're so...” fucking young! “.... yer 23!!”

"Yeah, Logan, I'm 23. What—y'don' tink I'm a man?"

“I didn't say that!”  He huffed, trying to calm down so he wasn’t barking at him.  “I'm...”  He shook his head, giving up.  “I won't call ya 'kid' anymore, ok?”

"Y' said dat last time," he remarked incredulously and went to grab his uniform.

Y’ can't teach an old dog new tricks!  “I'm tryin’.”

Remy huffed a sigh and nodded. "D'accord, cher. I'll bear wit' ya, but I wan' some concerted effort, y'hear?"

Logan didn’t like being chastised, and went a little stony.  “Yeah.”

Flopping his arms down over his uniform top, Remy said gently, "I'm sorry, cher. I didn' mean t' sound so harsh... I mean... it's really jus' a nickname, right? Listen, I gotta take off 'fore Emma takes off wit' m' head. I'll look y' up soon as I get out, oui?"

Melting, just like that, Logan said, “Sure, darlin’,” and caught him by his belt loop and pulled him down for one last kiss.  Remy made it deep and long, knowing that it would be a while before he got to see him again.

Grinning, Logan said, “It's just a few hours, Remy.”  But he totally knew how he felt.

Remy grinned at him. "Oui, cher, I know.  Remy such a baby," he winked.

Kissing his throat, Logan said, “Give um hell, ki—“ oh, fuck me, “Remy.”

Remy smiled at him.  "I will, Logan."  He waved casually as he left the room headed for the mansion.

Waiting about 15 minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore, Logan got up and raced over to the mansion and down into the cells.  Victor was pacing back and forth in his cell like a caged animal and perked up as soon as Logan entered the cell.  He looked hopeful as he approached. 

Keeping a good distance from him, Logan just watched him for a moment.  Victor moved close to the bars and sniffed at Logan.  "Logan...?" he asked quietly.

Sitting on the floor in front of him, definitely out of arms reach, Logan attempted to speak to him.  “Hello, Creed.”

"Logan, love, what's goin' on?" he asked, perplexed as to why Logan was on the opposite side of the cell and didn't seem to be getting any closer to the right side of the cage.

Shifting his eyes to that enormous blood stain at Creed’s feet, he said, “You know that's mine, right?”

"I smelled it," he confirmed.  "You okay?" he asked.

Blinking slowly, he said, “My guts are back in place if that's what ya mean.”

"What happened?" he asked concerned at Logan's reaction.  He knew him well enough to know he was missing something here.

“How bad did she fry your brain, Creed!?  Ya threw me down on that floor and opened me up like a science lab!  If it weren't fer Remy, you mighta killed me!!”

Victor looked like he was choking on something, trying to remember things that were coming back to him.  "That—that was... that wasn't you, Logan... I know it," he said and tried hard to reconcile what Logan was saying with what he was remembering.

“Yep.  Me.  You cracked up Creed.”  He remembered what Remy said.  “.... Think ya didn't recognize me.”

"How could I not recognize you, Logan?  We've been together forever-- I know your scent like I do my own," he plead.

Snarling, Logan said, “Then how do you explain how my blood is all over your floor!?”

Looking like he had been caught in his own trap, Victor’s expression was dumbfounded.  "He... they couldda faked his scent..."

Crossing his arms, Logan asked, “How Creed?  More important, why!?”  He got to his feet and neared the cage.  “Creed...  Ya threw me to the floor, slashed me inta pieces and told me ta 'give you your lover back.'”  He hissed, “Remy had to put my intestines back in.”

The name sparked another memory and Creed flew into a rage against the bars.  "Where's Logan!?" he cried at the top of his lungs, obviously afraid for himself and his missing lover.  "Remy took him from me!" he shouted at impossible levels and Remy was actually in the room again a few moments after that.  He checked to see that Logan was all right, but left after he had seen he was okay and on the safe side of the bars.  Creed smashed himself against the bars and clawed the adamantium floors and walls, to no avail.

Waiting for him to settle down, but definitely staying out of arms reach, Logan said his name occasionally during his tantrum.  “Creed...”  Eventually, Creed calmed down, but it took nearly an hour for him to do so.  At that point, he was merely growling at Logan.

Logan got really bored during that time, and started drawing on the floor with his claw, doing pushups, sit-ups, vertical pushups, all the while waiting for him to calm down...   When he was just growling, Logan finally looked at him and tried again.  “.... Creed?”

"Yeah?" he grumbled.

“You back with me?”  Slowly, he nodded.  “.....”  Logan approached with his arms crossed.  “You realize you just freaked out again, yeah?”

He nodded.  "What's goin' on, Logan?" he asked confused.

Shrugging, Logan said, “Yer havin’ episodes, looks like...” 

"But... why am I here?" he asked referring to the cell.  He seemed so confused about everything he ran into. 

Putting his hand on his in face, Logan groaned, “Oh, fuck...  Creed...  you remember anything?”

"Sure, I do... I just..."  He tried to concentrate and ended up grasping onto something that seemed solid.  "I followed you here, to the X-Men's place," he said, as if discovering it for the first time.  "Then... we fought... and that little punk Gambit got in the way...."

“You raped me.  Remember that, you asshole?”

Victor cringed.  "Yeah... I remember that.  I thought you'd remember me, Logan!" he defended again... which spoke to how much he remembered of their conversations afterward.

“So you  know what yer doin’ in here.  Don't play dumb, Creed.”

Victor shook his head, trying to grasp at the pieces of his fried brain.  It was like he was swimming through tar or something trying to think...

“Emma put ya in here!  You've been here fer over a week, tellin’ me about the shit I can't remember!”

Victor looked at Logan and it felt like he remembered a lot more.  "Anchius... we talked about him..."

Sighing, Logan leaned against the bars.  “Yeah.  We talked about him...”

"Why does my brain feel like sludge?" he asked rhetorically.

Scoffing, Logan said, “You got double blasted.  First Remy, then Emma...”  He hoped that saying his name didn’t set him off again.  “But you should heal up here, shortly...”

"Remy...?  Gambit...?!  A psi-blast?  What the fuck?"

Shaking his head, he said, “Not a psi-blast, really... Just a...” he shook his head, not wanting to get into it.  “Point is, yer gonna be hurtin’ for a while.”

"What the fuck can Gambit do now, hunh?  Did he put his little vile back in his head?" he asked menacingly.

Snarling, Logan growled, “I ain' talkin’ with you about Remy!  So shut it!”  He was a little defensive about the kid.

Grumbling, Victor slunk away.  "Wha' do you want then?" he asked defensively.

Scoffing at himself, Logan said, “Ta see if yer all right, actually.”  He leaned against the bars, and was going to be drawn to him naturally.

"Well, I'm fine, so you can get outta here," he growled.

“No yer not.  Ya still can't remember why you attacked me.”

"It... feels like I wasn't attackin' you...." he mumbled.  "Felt like I was attackin' somebody who was tryin' ta be you..."

Shaking his head, Logan watched him a little sadly.  “What's it gonna take ta get yer head on right, Creed?”  He had already partially lobotomized him before and that didn't work.

Then Victor remembered-- it was like the emotion was just uncovered from the tar he was wading through and he looked up at Logan.  "You betrayed me," he growled low in his throat like he had when he had first attacked Logan.

Logan bared his teeth at him.  “Don't start that again, Creed!”  He was ready to get in that cage with him and really duke it out, but managed to keep his claws in.  He wanted to get through to him. 

"Start what again?!  That's what you did!  You left me fer that little punk," he jutted his chin out in reference to Remy. 

Deep, Logan gave a deadly growl, “An' you left me in a tank for people ta use me as a fuckin’ experiment!”

"You think I wanted to???!!"

Biting, Logan shouted, “I don't know, I can't remember!”

"I didn't ask you if you remembered if I wanted to, I asked you if you thought I wanted to.   With what you know now that we meant to each other-- you think I wanted to let them do that to ya-- hunh?  If you think that, we never had anythin'."

            Narrowing his eyes at him, Logan said, “We mighta had somethin’, Creed, but I don't know who the hell you are.  Y' tell me ya love me then ya open me up all over the floor... what's a guy ta think?  So, no.  Fer all I know, ya coulda put me in that tank yerself.”

Victor bowed his head.  "Then I guess we never had nothin'."  You fuckin' gonna let me go, now?  "But I didn't put you in that tank, and I didn't want them to."

Tilting his head at him, Logan completely ignored everything Creed just said.  “....  When’s the last time ya bathed?”

"Last time I was in my place... two weeks ago," he answered.  Unless yer plannin' on takin' a shower with me, don't even think about suggestin' it, 'cause I know you don't fuckin' care.

Nodding, Logan got up and left the room and came back 15 minutes later with a garden hose and soap. 

"Don't even think about it, runt!"

Grinning, he said, “I ain't gonna spray you down like a rabid dog.”  He opened the cage, and pulled the hose through the bars of the cell, shuting the door again, all very slow and careful.  “They have tubs in here… fuckin’ ridiculous, I know, but they do....”  He lifted up the cot and sure enough, there was a big metal tub, which he lifted and put in the center of the room.  Victor watched Logan as he moved, very careful about his movements, even though it was Creed who attacked him last time.  Creed still felt threatened.

Turning the hose on, he said, “Well?  Strip! You stink like seven layers of hell!”  Victor clenched his jaw and took off his clothes, feeling more and more vulnerable and less and less like taking a bath.  When he was completely undressed though, he had a hard-on that could drive adamantium nails.  He was staring at Logan the entire time.

Liking him vulnerable, Logan filled the tub full up.  “Get in.”  Logan knelt next to the tub, and stared soaping up washrag like he did for Remy that morning... pretending there was nothing notable about the state of his dick.

A low growl escaped his lips, but he got into the water. 

Grabbing his wrist, Logan lifted his arm and immediately dove to where he knew it would be the worst-- his armpit.  He started scrubbing like he was cleaning a particularly filthy car, then did the same to his other side.

Creed sat there and took being treated like a dirty rag doll because Logan was touching him... and as long as Logan could touch him, he would crave that feeling like a drug.  He always was an addict.  He had tried to replace Logan with many things over the decades they had been separated, but it wasn't the same.  He started whimpering after Logan started moving to parts of his body that weren't his arm pits.

Scraping the cloth across his shoulders and down his chest, Logan went slowly and patiently, dipping the cloth in the water and wringing it out on him to rinse the soap away.  He was wearing a wife beater so had no sleeves to get wet, but his shirt was getting a little soaked anyway.

"Logan..." he mumbled as Logan scraped over his chest, grazing a nipple here and there.

Working down his abs, Logan expertly avoided his cock and moved onto his thighs, always keeping the rag well soaped.  “Mm?” he just grunted, really.

He was leaking at Logan's touch and was about to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him hard, drawing him into the bath, but he knew that would gain him nothing and possibly even have Logan leave him there wet without a towel.

"Why're you even touchin' me?" he asked low.

Going down to his knees and finally his feet which were sticking out of the bathtub, Logan gave them a damn thorough scrubbing because they were pretty ripe.  “You needed a bath.”  Because you need me to touch you and I care about you.

"I ain't crippled," he pointed out.  He could have bathed himself, but he didn't want to since Logan was willing to.

“Would ya just shut up and enjoy it?”  You ungrateful bastard, I'm trying to help!

The comment made Victor’s heart skip several beats.  He was silent from there on out, not questioning anything Logan would give him. 

“Dunk under,” he instructed.  He wanted to wash his hair which was really freaking long.

He lie back and dunked his head, feeling particularly vulnerable on his back in the water, where Logan could just keep him under there and he wouldn't have to breathe again.  He contemplated staying under the water, so he could drown himself, but Logan wanted what was in his brain, so there was no way he would let that die.  Logan touching his head and scalp was particularly nice and he relaxed enough to enjoy the bath.  He still wanted to fuck Logan into the ground, or suck on his cock, or anything!

Rubbing his fingers into Creed’s scalp, he hoped he would be a little less grumpy now that he was clean and made him dunk under again to rinse his hair out.  He was eventually satisfied.  “Get out...”

He hopped out of the bath, not eager to have a use for clothing, hoping Logan would change his mind about anything... just so long as it got him to be closer....

Lifting the tub and dumping the water down a drain in the floor, Logan reacheed through the bars to hand him a towel – he got him a beach towel cause he was so goddamn big.  Putting the tub back, Logan sat down on the cot.

Victor dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist and sat beside Logan.

He huffed a sigh.  "Funny how we always seem t' end up in cells together like this," he mused.

Folding his hands over his stomach, Logan said, “This sounds like it'll be a good anecdote.”  He waited for it.

"Heh.  Yeah.  I think I lost count o' how many times we got captured.  Usually it was cause we were wounded on the battlefield, but sometimes it was a government imprisonment for the place we were travelin' through.  Once we were even imprisoned in Baghdad.  That was fun," he smiled.

Blinking at him, Logan asked incredulously, “Fun?”  He couldn’t help it, and was responding a little to Creed’s naked body... he could feel that his body knew Creed’s.

"We were prisoners o' the sultan 'cause we were traveling with a merchant group as guards, but they thought we were too lovey-dovey.  We were scheduled ta be executed 'cause neither one of us was gonna cry 'Muslum' at their whim."

“Lovey dovey?” he asked grinning wide.  “We -- you and me -- Were ~lovey dovey~?”  He thought that was moderately hysterical.

"We ended up showin' 'em just how lovey-dovey we could be and I think a few of their soldiers died of heart attacks or became gay on the spot.  Damn, that was some good sex."

He couldn’t bloody believe it.  “We fucked in front of ‘em!? You gotta be lyin’, Creed.”

"Nope—we'd gone fer weeks without 'cause we were tryin' ta hide, but it just wasn't workin'.  So, we finally said, ‘damnit, if we were gonna die fer bein' gay, then we might as well say good-bye proper.’  It was the fuckin' like that in the cell that got 'em ta open the cage to get us ta stop—which was our ticket out, actually."

Shaking his head, he said, “Unbefuckinglievable...”  He grinned though, thinking that was a damn good yarn.

"Yer tellin' me.  I thought I was gonna die laughin' when we were through with those guys," he chuckled.

“We ever get anywhere where we weren't hated fer bein’ lovers?”  Looking over at him, he thought it would be pretty sad if they didn't.

"They were fine with it in Kahnbaliq-- though they didn't understand it.  Then there was India.  Around the fifteen hundreds, late fourteen hundreds, we were in India and they were fine with us bein' lovers.  Tolerant place back then, India.  Then of course, on the sea, we answered t' nobody but our captain, and he was always fine with our relationship."

Nodding, Logan stayed quiet for a minute, but couldn’t help it. It was right there. Logan muttered, nodding in the direction of the hard-on that was tenting Creed’s towel, “That thing ever stand down?”

Victor noted what Logan was referring to and said, "Not when you're around," and went back to trying to talk to Logan. The longer he talked to him about his past and the better behaved he was, the longer Logan would stay with him.

Raising an eyebrow at him, he let it slide. “They feed ya today?”

"Yeah, Emma came down here with some breakfast

"You guys gotta get a real chef-- whoever's in the kitchen stinks." He grumbled a little more, then looked like he wanted to talk about something else.  "Y' know you used ta sculpt?"

Looking over at him, Logan slouched down on the bed a little bit. “Sculpt? Like, with clay?”

Victor smiled. "You started out with clay to get the hang of it, but you really wanted ta use marble... like Anchius did..." he said quietly—solemnly.

“I ever make anythin’ good?”

"Ya made some neat things, but none of 'em were masteries. Ya made a couple nice lookin' horses, but... let's just say ya weren't a renaissance master, hunh?"

Chuckling, Logan said, “Ida been surprised if I'd been good at anythin' like that... Unfortunately my only talents lie in killin’....” Logan got a little melancholy contemplating that.

"No, they don't," he said, melancholy as well. "But ya have a hard time with... fine things." He didn't know if he was choosing his words right or not, but that was what came to mind.

“Fine things?” Feeling a twinge of anger at that, Logan had to think about it. “Whaddya mean 'fine things'?”

"Y' know... things that need a lot of patience ta handle an'... subtle movements.... Ya always had a hard time with 'em. Said ya ran outta patience with things quickly. I think ya gave such a hard try at sculpture because... ya wanted ta get in touch with Anchius."

Leaning back on his elbows, Logan asked a bit sadly. “Did it work?

"Ya talked about him a lot more when sculptin' was yer hobby. Ya hadn't talked about him much in hundreds of years and I was beginnin' ta think ya got over him... but I guess when all that sculpture was bein' uncovered in the seventeen hundreds... when people started makin' sculptures like his... when they found the Venus-- broken like she was-- I think ya felt his spirit when ya were sculptin’. The best piece ya ever made was a mare with her foal.... I thought Anchius mighta had a hand in that one."

Hugging himself, Logan felt it was all so familiar.  “Shit.”  Suddenly, he felt really vulnerable thinking about someone he couldn’t remember, sensing something hidden behind a wall in his head that he couldn’t see, but he could hear and feel.  “Damnit!” Tearing a gash several inches deep in the wall, Logan was suddenly overwhelmed with rage and frustration.

Creed watched calmly as Logan attacked the wall. "I'm sorry it hurts so much. Ain't ya ever talked ta yer telepath buddies about gettin' yer memories back? Can't they dig 'em out?"

Shaking his head, he said, “Nah... I talked to all of ‘em.”  He slumped a little in defeat.  “Even the Professor couldn't do shit about it.”  Gently he started banging his head against the wall, nothing fierce, just feeling so frustrated.

Victor sighed. "Why don't you ever give up?" he asked, more out of morbid curiosity than trying to be helpful.

Looking over his shoulder at Creed, Logan snarled, “Why don't you ever give up on me?”

"I love ya too damn much and I'm stupid," he said flatly. "It'd hurt too much ta let you go.  But you don't have those memories... so I don't see the connection."

“I don't have the memories... But I ... I got everythin’ else... All the feelings and the experiences... There all there, an’ they all affect me... Even though I can't remember ‘em... I can still feel the love I had fer that kid....”  And for you.

Too bad ya can't feel the love fer other people in yer life, he groused to himself with a humph, folding his arms over his chest.  "Then maybe I should just stop talkin' an' quit torturin' ya if ya can't remember anythin' no matter how much I say."

Logan had been hoping for some form of support from him and looking over his shoulder at him again, still feeling a little vulnerable, Logan said, “I'm rememberin'! It's bringin’ the feelings back talkin’ to ya!! God, I wanna know who I am, Creed! Or at least who I was... There's 2000 years I've lost!”

Victor nodded. "Okay. I'll keep talkin'," he said. "We sailed under Fernao de Magalhaes, which was the only really legitimate time we sailed. We wouldn't make that mistake again-- damn," he commented shaking his head.

Still hugging himself around his middle, Logan wished he had Remy there to hold him, but wouldn’t admit to such a sentimental feeling.  “Why not?”

"He was a nut fer the crown, just like all the other people who were sailin' fer one country or another back then. Besides, we were goin' frickin' around the world. We had ta watch half the crew die o' scurvy then the other half in a battle in the Philippines and then try and find our way back with the other crew that was left. That was the worst sailin' we ever did. It nearly put me off sailin' fer good, but we found somebody else ta sail with that we liked, so I decided ta give it another shot. Too bad pirateerin' ain't too common any more."

“Creed....”  Logan’s mind was somewhere else, not really on pirates.  “Did I ever say 'I love you' to ya?”  He knew he probably did, just....

Creed snorted softly to himself. "We used ta say it a lot... back when we were comfortable... back in Greece. Then we had ta be hidin' all the time... an' we started ta say it less. We'd get inta fights more often... but we still said it. I think the last time you said that ta me was... about a year before they took ya...." he trailed off.

“You... remember exactly when that was? When I last said it?”

"God... ya mean like a date?" he asked racking his brain that still felt a little sluggish.

“No, I mean circumstances. What were we doin’?”

"We were... talkin' about what we were gonna do after we got outta the military in Canada. We thought we'd be able to live in the peaceful times as merchants like we always had when there wasn’t war. Came over when the furr trade was boomin'. Ya were real good at huntin' everythin'. Figured that we'd try ta get inta other stuff afterward, but... things didn't work out like that.  We had just made love and we were coolin' down and just... dreamin', I guess."

Logan’s heart rate picked up and endorphins started flowing at the thought of them making love and cuddling and speaking of freedom and peaceful times...  It was as if his body remembered that moment while his mind didn’t...  He was so sick of that sensation, but managed to not have another outburst...  He just nodded his head and hoped Creed ignored the smell.

Creed had been searching for the smell that finally made its way to his nose from Logan. The smell that told him he was still at least attracted to him, if not still desperately in love with him. His manhood had started to calm down, but sprang up at the thought of Logan's interest. He wanted to suck his cock or something! He needed Logan and hoped that he could at least get another kiss from him. "We were livin' up in the mountains still then. Watchin' the birds out in the open, in the grass, where no one would care if two naked men were just lyin' in each other's arms."

Oh, shit... Logan got pretty hard at that thought, a little hesitant to move in case he sent a waft in Creed’s direction.  He tried to keep his voice from wobbling.  “We were makin’ love outside? In the mountains?” Oh, Christ almighty!

"How do ya think ya got the memory o' me throwin' ya in a snow drift?" he chuckled. "We loved it out there in the mountains. They weren't like any place we'd made love. Everything was so... lush, but... nobody was there. It was like our private paradise," he smiled at the memory.

Putting his hands over his face, trying to pull it together, Logan’s body was pulling him one way and his mind was pulling him the other.  “You ever come to my cabin?”

"We built a cabin up in Ontario," he said. "Where's yours?"

Swallowing, he said, “Ain' tellin’.”  His mouth was suddenly very dry, and he didn’t want to run, though.  That would be too obvious.  He was going to sit this out like a man.

"Oh--" he said suddenly and looked away from Logan. "Sorry. I don't know if ours is still standin'...." he said trying to continue on and trying to not think about Logan's unwillingness to be conversational as being a huge admission of distrust. But, he supposed he deserved it, almost more than anyone Logan knew.

Shaking his head a little, Logan thought how this situation was so weird.  “Creed....”  He didn’t know what to say or how to say it.  I don't even know what I want. As he had several times in the past he just let his body do the thinking for him and he wrapped his arms around his neck and gave you a deep, long kiss.

Creed didn't make a sound-- he was afraid of jarring Logan back to the present where he would refuse him again after baiting him with this pleasure... and hope. Victor's arms wrapped around him and kissed him just as deeply in return. He didn't want to let Logan go, but knew that eventually he would have to. Maybe he could strike a deal with the Cajun about Logan.... The towel covered cock brushed against Logan as Victor shifted and he winced in absolute pleasure.

Grunting a little at that contact, Logan’s mind was just floating around in all the emotional memories of him and concentrating on the way he tasted.  He felt the sharpness of his teeth, his strong arms around him, his powerful hips Logan was straddling, the sound of the air passing into his lungs.  Logan was kissing him desperately, trying to devour every sensation.

Victor started sliding his hands over Logan, sliding under his shirt to feel up his back. His back was so shapely and he always loved it. He couldn't keep his hips from rocking up into Logan slightly, especially after hearing that grunt from him that echoed through him, being pressed against his lips.  He couldn't believe that Logan was doing this with him, but he wasn't going to complain, nor was he going to be stupid and bring it up. He felt so good!

Sighing a little against his lips, Logan suddenly felt very homey, very sad, very happy, and so confused.  He clung to him and wanted him to make it all better, make the confusion and the hurt and the guilt and shame go away.

Holding onto Logan tightly, Victor possessed him as much as he could, for as long as he could. He felt Logan's comfort with his presence, at least at the moment and started to try to please him, running his hands over his nipples, just like he remembered Logan liked it, with just a touch of nail involved. Then his hands moved down his back again and slid into his jeans along his sides. His motions were smooth while his tongue explored Logan's mouth, just as Logan was exploring his. It felt like they were rediscovering each other and Victor's heart was practically singing with joy.

Suddenly, Logan grabbed his wrists and pulled away from his mouth.  “Whoa....”  He swallowed and bowed his head a little, muttering almost shyly.  “Slow down....”  His heart was thumping so fast he thought he might actually pass out.  Anyway he wasn’t ready fer... fer that.

Victor nodded, and said, "Sorry," with his face flushed, though not really from embarrassment. He was glad that Logan didn't hit him and insist that it was his fault that he was behaving that way. He was still hopeful that Logan might grant him something more than the hatred he had earned from the man over the recent decades. 

Swallowing, Logan carefully backed off him.  “No... Was my fault....”  He slid to Creed’s knees, but just at on them, still collecting himself.  “Shit....” 

He decided to experiment with what he could get away with and removing his hands, he leaned in to kiss Logan gently on the mouth again.  Tentatively he leaned into Creed’s kiss.  Victor was happy that he could at least still get Logan to kiss him. He knew that it might not last forever, but he would enjoy every second of it while it lasted.

Pulling away, Logan was very much aware Creed was still in nothing but a towel with an enormous erection.  “Ah... We got some spare clothes ya c'n wear while I clean yer clothes, if you want...”  Was that a coherent sentence? I don't know; my minds all fucked up.  He slowly moved off of his legs.

Victor nodded, but didn't thank him. He'd really have preferred to just stay around in the towel, while Logan was there anyway.  He knew he was probably making Logan uncomfortable by now.

Logan wasn't so much uncomfortable with Creed as he was uncomfortable in his own head.  He reached into one of the cabinets above his bed and pulled out a one-size fits-all jump suit.  “Here...”

"This is clothes?"

“It's covering.”  Logan set it on the bed next to him and stood awkwardly in the room, partly because he was just as hard as Victor was.  Victor shrugged and got up, dropping the towel just to be naked in front of Logan again and took his time in getting into the coverall.

Thinking his cock might just leap out of his pants and attack him, Logan turned his back on him to fold his erection up against his stomach and secure it with his waistband so it was not so obvious and turned back to him, blushing like a fire engine.

Watching Logan adjust himself, although he was turned away—Victor still knew what he was doing. He finished zipping up the suit and stood there, waiting for Logan to acknowledge him again.

Snorting at him, he said, “A little small, innit?”

"Yer tellin' me," he commented. It was ready to burst around him.

Chuckling, he leaned over and grabbed up his dirty clothes, and winced at the stench coming from them.  “I should a... get goin’....”  He still felt like there was a world of unfinished business with him.

"You gonna keep me in this tight thing all day?" he asked. He really did want his clothes back so he wouldn't have to be uncomfortable and thinking about Logan being with Remy all day.  He also wanted Logan to visit him again soon.

“Well, don't ya want these clean?”

"'Course I do. I'm just wonderin' when I can get 'em back."

“Well, I'll go put ‘em in the wash now an have someone send um down when they're done.”

"Oh," he said and it was obvious in his slouch that he wasn't happy about it.

Huffing, Logan demanded, “What?!”

"Nothin'!" he shouted. He was trying to be understanding of Logan's situation, but his emotional reaction to his own circumstances couldn't really be helped.

Quirking an eyebrow at him, Logan knew it wasn't nothing, but decided to drop it.  “Right. See ya later, Creed....”  Logan headed for the door.

He was grateful that Logan left it alone. He wanted to be able to live with his relationship with Logan... and everything that came with it. That of course wouldn't keep him from conniving his way around their current situation. He called for Emma in his head once Logan was gone from the room.

**What is it, Creed?** she asked, impatiently.

**Tell the bratt I wanna see 'im. Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt 'im.**

He felt silence in his head for a moment until Emma told him, **He's been informed of your request, but I have no control over whether or not he goes to see you.**

Logan went to the laundry room and started the wash, looking at the clock and wondering when Remy would be free.

Creed paced in the cell and hoped that the Cajun would come to see him. It took him a good five minutes to get there, but he did eventually come down to Victor's cell. "Wha'd'y' wan', Creed?" he asked menacingly when he arrived, his hands clenched in fists by his side.

"I wanna talk to ya about our little situation, here," he said.

"I listenin'," Remy informed him and leaned up against the wall outside the cell, well out of arm's reach.

"You know about Logan an' me, right?" he asked.

"I know dat y' used ta be lovers," he said coolly.

"I want him back," he said on the verge of anger, but not quite pushed to it.

"I say dat's up t' him, ain' it?"

"But you'd fight fer him," Victor observed. "Just like I would if he were gonna leave me."

"O' course I would, Creed. I ain' stupid." Like you, he finished privately.

"Since yer familiar with bargainin', I'm here ta try an' make a deal."

"Y' not 'xactly in de position ta be offerin' deals, Creed," Remy observed darkly, watching carefully for being played.

"Not now," he said. "But when I get outta here, 'cause you know they can't keep me forever-- not with those kids upstairs—I'll be in the position to offer a lot."

Remy's eyes narrowed at Creed. "How?" he asked low.

"If you let Logan go, I can make the promise—and keep it, that I won't kill another soul. He's my life, Le beau. I can't live without him—least not an' be sane," he amended. "You gotta convince him ta come back ta me. Not having him is the entire reason I went crazy."

"You tink dat I would jus' let you walk away wit' my lover—my happiness, when you deserve to die?" he asked hotly.

"You deserve to die, too, Le Beau. Let's not forget that. Who really deserves anything they get in this world, hunh?"

Remy hung his head. "I had come to terms wit dat...." he said quietly.

"You think the Morlocks ever did? They'd string you up an' torture you fer a year before they let you die, Le Beau an' you know it," he hissed.  "If Logan can save me, can you really put all those other souls on yer conscience too? Could yer soul take it?" Remy didn't know how Creed could read him so well, but figured that he was still feeling tremendously guilty for all of that and that Creed was simply trying to exploit it.

Remy swallowed hard against the knot that was forming in his throat. "Logan has t' be de one t' decide, Creed."

"But will ya fight for him?" he pressed.

Remy bowed his head, unsure of the answer and left the room without responding to Creed.  He went to find Logan, aching inside at each step he took.  Opening his shields up, he sifted through all the emotional signatures around him and picked out Logan's. He was down in the laundry room, so he headed there.

Logan was heading home anyway, and ran into Remy.  “Oh, hey, baby....”

"Logan--" he whimpered and rushed into Logan's arms, holding him tightly. He could have sworn he felt his heart break and checked his shields to make sure they weren't cracked. They were damaged, but were quickly healing and he left them alone to concentrate on Logan.

“Hey... Hey....” he soothed, stroking his back, holding him close.  “What's wrong, darlin’?”

"Creed... he--" Dieu, Logan, what am I gonna do?

“What?” taking his face in his hands, Logan looked at him analyzing his expression.  “Remy, what? What did he do to you?”  Logan was gonna just kill him if he hurt Remy.

Gripping Logan's shoulders Remy braced himself against the shorter man. "He wants t' negotiate f' yer love...." was the closest explanation he could get out with his mind reeling the way it was.

Heart picking up out of fear and anxiety, he asked, “What? Darlin’? What?” for clarification.  He took him upstairs to an empty bedroom.  “What? What?” seemed to be the only thing he could say.

"He asked me t' see 'im down in his cell, so I went. He said... dat you were his life... dat he thought he could get better if you were wit' 'im... dat he would stop killin' people...."

Shaking a little, Logan said, “That don't mean we can't be t’gether, Remy... That don't mean I have ta be with him!!”

"Logan... any more people on my conscience an' I'll—" I can' be sure I won' go crazy. If he got out an' started killin' people again... an' I could stop it-- how could I be so selfish, Logan? Remy leaned against a nearby wall and closed his eyes. "I know y' could do it, Logan." I know y' could heal him.

Touching his hips from behind, Logan said, “Yeah... Darlin’, I could... But if I can heal him, then... Maybe he won't need me no more... an’ I can just be with you....”

Remy looked hopeful at Logan. "I'll wait for y', cher," he said. I don' know how long I'll be able t' keep m'self from jumpin' ya, but I'll try.

“.... What? Wait? What're you talkin’ about?”

"You... you said you were gon' be wit him for a while, right?"

Shaking his head, Logan shouted, “No! Yer my lover, Remy.  Yer mine.  I love you! I can go see him an spend time with him, talk ta him, but yer my lover!”

Remy closed his eyes. "He was talkin' about y' bein' back wit' him romantically, Logan. He wasn't talkin' 'bout 'spendin' time wit' you' t' heal 'im. He wants... he wants t' be able to love you, cher. I don't know what y' wanna do... I don' know what t' do...."

I don' know if I could live wit' sharin' ya... or if he could.

Wrapping his arms around Remy securely, Logan breathed against him and trembled a little, feeling the weight of responsibility on him.  “Darlin’... I don't....”  Swallowing, Logan stroked Remy’s chest.  “I can't leave ya.. I just... I couldn't be with him... If I stayed with him I'd go crazier than he is... I need you, darlin’....”

Remy nuzzled Logan's hair. "What if y' had me, cher...?" he asked quietly.  His voice trembled a little.

“Whaddya mean?”

"If... Creed stays in de mansion... y' could be wit' him—" he nearly choked on the phrase, “an' wit' me back at de boathouse." His voice was barely above a whisper as if he were afraid of the things he was suggesting, but he felt oddly desperate at this point.

Softly, Logan said, “I don't need ta have sex with him ta help him get his head back, Remy....”  My cock is yours, darlin’, even though it remembers him.

Remy squeezed Logan tightly to him, relieved that he said so, breathing hard against his hair with breath he'd been only peripherally aware he was holding.

Stroking Remy all over, Logan whispered, “You come first, Remy....”  He kissed Remy’s throat.  Remy really wanted to claim Logan right on the spare bed. He reached over and locked the door.  He kissed Logan as he did so, letting his tongue delve deep into him.

Starting a little, Logan remembered that he had only kissed Creed moments ago, but gripped him in turn, walking him over to the bed.  Remy stepped with Logan over to the bed and wished momentarily that he kept lube on him and figured that from now on, he would. That was okay. He didn't care if they went all the way, but he needed to know that Logan was his. Near the bed, he sunk to his knees and tore into Logan's jeans, nuzzling against his crotch.

Sitting down on the bed, Logan pulled Remy up with him, just wanting to be close to him, too.  He wanted to touch and kiss him all over and show him that Logan loved him.  Remy was kissing Logan fiercely, with his hands unable to stop roaming over his body. He clutched at Logan like his fingers itched for him.

Taking off his shirt, and kissing and licking down his chest, Logan enjoyed his hickies while they stayed.  “Remy... baby....”

Remy trembled at Logan's touch, amazed that he got Logan when his former lover was downstairs in a cell. He pushed thoughts of Creed out of his head and focused on the sensation that was running through his nipples at that moment. He whined at the nickname he had taken to liking. He didn't know why he was unoffended by 'baby' when that smacked of even more pedophilia than 'kid' did. He didn't have the brainpower to devote to such frivolous thought as Logan licked him. Remy squirmed and held Logan’s head to him, asking him to not stop.

Nuzzling him tenderly, lovingly, Logan stroked his hands down Remy’s back, gently divesting him of his pants and exploring him down there.  He kissed him down to the very tips of his feet.

Remy didn't know what to do with himself. He liked that Logan was devoting this much attention to him and enjoyed the sensations, but was feeling the strong need to do far more to Logan than the man was probably thinking about. "Logan," he grunted.

“Mmm?” he questioned, licking back up him and going for his lips, kissing him deep and hard, stroking his thighs and tweaking his nipples.

Practically roaring, Remy wrestled Logan for dominance on the bed and ended up pinning him to the bed. "Don't move," he instructed with a deep kiss and went to whisk away Logan's clothing.

Smiling, Logan stayed still for him, but didn’t desist in whimpering in pleasure.

Remy kissed in trails where he revealed skin and once he had Logan naked, he licked up his inner thigh and lapped lightly at his ball sac. Nuzzling them with his nose, he slid up Logan’s body to suck hard on each of his nipples in the thick patches of fur and moaned against them.

Breathing hard and fiercely, Logan sank his fingers into Remy’s hair.  “Baby....”  Opening his legs for him to do whatever he pleased, Logan was completely open to him.

Remy let his tongue leave a wet path down to his cock and teased the surrounding area a bit before nestling in close between his open legs and downing the hard shaft of flesh and sucking in long strokes.

Letting out a harsh sob of pleasure, Logan lifted his hips into him.  “Darlin’...” Carding his fingers through Remy’s silky hair, Logan snarled, “God, baby, yer so good....”

His hands felt up Logan's sides and he enjoyed the hands in his hair as he wrapped himself around Logan in a very intimate way. Logan was his!  His voice sent shivers of pleasure down his spine, but there was nothing but warmth between them.

“God Remy....”  Logan could barely speak, but needed to. “Remy, I've wanted you for so long....”  He huffed, lifting his hips into him, stroking his hair so it splayed out across his stomach.  “Dreamed of this... of you....”

Remy closed his eyes in contentment at hearing those words. He wasn't in much of a position to respond, but squeezed Logan's hips in response. He was fondling his sack and caressing him all over, then playing with his still wet nipples and started to suck harder and stroke more fervently.

“Tell me what you need, baby....”  Logan swirled his fingers in with his, Logan’s hips rocking into him, leaking cum into his mouth.  Remy tasted Logan on his tongue and was leaking onto the carpet himself. He wanted inside his mind and opened up his shields to brush against Logan's mind asking for entrance as if he were asking entrance from his mouth at a kiss.

Letting him in, Logan stroked him with his hands and with the love he held for him.  “Tell me, baby... Tell me what you need....”

"I need y' to' cum fer me, Logan," he whispered against his thigh after he came up to answer. He really wanted Logan to cum from the things Remy's mouth was doing to him. He needed to feel that power, that assertion of belonging and the intense pleasure.

Huffing, his eyes almost crossing in pleasure, he mumbled, “C'n do that, darlin’....”  He couldn’t have resisted for too much longer anyway.  “God, Remy... Remy… Remy...”  It took only a few more thrusts before coming hard in Remy’s throat.

Remy felt like he exploded with Logan and kept sucking on him, swallowing his juices throughout the orgasm. His blood was racing past his ears and he trembled as the pleasure peaked and waned. He hugged Logan's hips and kissed around his hips. "Cher," he whispered and slithered back up Logan’s body to kiss him deeply.  "Y' so mine," he smiled.

Logan could only gurgle at this point, trembling from the orgasm.  Petting Remy, he finally managed to mutter, “Uh huh....” in agreement.

Remy rested next to Logan, nuzzling him.  He wasn't going to worry about getting dressed just yet.  He enjoyed the moments afterward when they were just pressed up against each other.

Stroking his hair, he said softly, “Remy...  I love you, doll...”

He smirked and snorted a little at the new nickname.  "I love y' too, Logan.  Even when y' try t' make me more effeminate."

“Try t...  I don't try ta make y' effeminate, darlin’, yer just... Yer just my darlin’...  s'all….”

Remy chuckled.  "Oui, oui," he waived, dismissing Logan's argument.

“Y' don't believe me?”

"Course not," he said as he reached down and tickled Logan's ribs.

Jerking, he was incredibly ticklish.  “Rem!!”  He grabbed his wrists, and chuckled.  “Remy...”

Chuckling some more Remy crawled over Logan to lay on top of him, his wrists still at Logan's mercy.

“Yer not gonna tickle me...” he chuckled warmly.  “I ain' gonna let ya.”

"Mmhm.  An' how y' plannin' on enforcin' dis?  I'm gon' get t' tickle y' sometime," he smirked nudging his nose lightly against Logan's.

“And I'll be waitin' for ya....”  He let his wrist go for a millisecond, then tickled his ribs.

"Gah!" Remy shouted and tried to retaliate, but Logan had much better positioning.  He couldn’t really get to a spot well enough to tickle Logan effectively.  He laughed uncontrollably and jerked and squirmed all over Logan.

Laughing, Logan pinned Remy under him, getting both his wrists in one hand, and fluttered his fingers all over Remy’s sensitive skin.

"No—Ah!!!!" he shouted loudly. 

There was a tentative knock on the guestroom door and a little voice called out, "Are you okay in there?"

Looking over his shoulder, Logan suppressed a bout of hysterical laughter, and managed to get out, “Yeah... Yeah, we're fine!”

"O-okay," came the reply and Logan could hear the quiet footsteps of a student as they walked away.

Falling off of him, Logan started laughing.  “Sorry....”

"I'm sorry too, cher... dat was—kinda embarassin'."

Shrugging, he said simply, “She didn't know who it was.”

Remy raised an eyebrow.  "Oh yeah?  An' what if she recognized yer voice, hunh?" Remy baited.  He wondered how Logan would react to people-- not just people, but students-- finding out about their new relationship… in detail.

Shrugging, he said, “Might've...  They know we're screwin' anyway....”

You put it so nicely, cher.  Remy smiled.  "Oui, I figure dey do." 

Folding Remy in his arms again, Logan asked, “Does it bother you that they know?”

"Non.  I'm more afraid o' de random questions dat we're gon' be stuck wit answerin' eventually, but we'd have ta deal wit' weird questions no matter who we're datin', I guess.  I mean, dey're teenagers."  Also known as 'ferociously curious about anythin' havin' ta do wid sex.’

“Ya think they're going to ask us questions?”

"Once dey get comfortable enough wit de idea, sure.  Scott's always tellin' 'em dey should ask questions an' stuff.  Some of 'em, I'm sure we're de only gay couple dey've ever seen."

Folding a hand behind his head, he said, “Well...  I just hope I know the answers....” He certainly didn’t know them all.

"I tink it'll depend on who's askin', me."  He would certainly answer a question given by Josh differently than he would a kid that he didn't know. 

Sitting up, Logan looked down at him.  “Want a shower?”  Remy nodded.  Chuckling, he asked, “Want to go to the boathouse?”  Remy nodded vigorously.  Grinning, he said, “All right, get dressed, darlin’...”  He got up, pulled his pants on, and looked over at him.  Leaning down Logan gently nuzzled his ear.  “Hey...  Y' lemme know if ya want anything....  Yeah?”

Remy raised an eyebrow.  "Anythin'?"

“Well, yeah....”  I had an orgasm and you didn't, that’s not fair.  Remy smiled at him perplexed.  “What?”  He helped him get dressed, grinning at him.  “What's that goofy look for?”

"Wha'd y' tink I wan'?"

Grinning at him, he said, “I don’t know...  Why don't ya tell me?”  He took his hands once Remy was clothed and took him to the door.

"I...."  Remy blinked at him.  "Ask me again when we're down at de boathouse," he smiled goofily.

Laughing at him, he said, “All right, darlin’....”  He took Remy’s hand and walked through the hall hand in hand with him, grinning and chuckling a little.

Laurie, the blonde girl that Josh was dating, saw the two of them holding hands and covered her mouth with her hand and ran off to find Josh.  Remy smiled as she ran off and thought that it could have been her that knocked on their door.

Raising his eyebrow, Logan muttered, “Yep, it was her.”  He could smell her.  Remy shook his head.  “No?”  He opened the door to walk across the lawn.

"Non, I jus' mean... I feel de questions comin' on."

Grinning, Logan said, “I've never had a kid ask me a sex question....”  He opened the door to the boathouse from him.

"I hope I don'," Remy whined.

“You never had a kid ask you a sex question?”  Logan didn’t’ want to offend him but was a little surprised since he was well known for having a lot of sexual experience.

"Well... not yet..."  He had only been at the school a while and had been "the blind man" for most of that time.

Smiling, Logan kissed his hand and walked around the boathouse.  “So, now that we're here, you wanna tell me what ya want?”  Leaning back on the counter, Logan crossed his strong arms over his broad chest and waited.

"I jus'... needed t'... make sure y' were mine, cher..." Remy said quietly into Logan's ear.

Taking his hips, Logan pulled them against his own.  “You didn't come, darlin’....”  Logan kissed what he could reach of his neck.

"I know..." he smiled.  I'm surprised I didn'-- y' had quite de orgasm, cher.  "Y'... wouldn't feel up t' anythin', would y'?" he asked shyly.  At that moment, he hadn’t needed an orgasm… but he was still hard and certainly would mind the attention if Logan was offering.

Chuckling, he said, “I'm up fer anythin’, darlin’...  Tell me what ya want....”  He stroked his thumbs across Remy’s hips just above his waist band.

"I really would like y'inside me, cher," he whispered breathily.

Switching positions so Remy was against the counter, Logan lifted him up onto it.  “How do you want it, darlin’?”  Logan felt the need to spoil him rotten, and snuffled up under his shirt.

Remy smirked.  "Right here is just fine by me," he quipped.

Grinning, Logan licked his neck and started working open his pants.  “Want it hard and fast? Or slow and sweet?”  He pulled out Remy’s cock, stroking it lovingly.

"I'm kinda in de mood f' hard n' fast, me."  He scooted to the edge of the counter, his face scrunching in pleasure.

Nodding, Logan gave him a deep, wet kiss.  “I can do that.”  He stripped his lower half bare in one clean movement, then went back to wetly kissing him.  “I suppose the lube's in the bedroom, huh?”

Remy nodded and wanted to be dragged off the counter when Logan left but decided that he wanted to fuck in the kitchen, so he could remember it in the future.

Taking his thighs, Logan clamped them around his waist.  “Well, c'mon then!!  I ain' leavin ya in here ta be prey fer any horny passer-by!”  He planed to take him back to the kitchen though and he carried him into the bedroom with just one arm curled under his bum like he was a baby.  Remy made sure to keep his legs wrapped tightly around Logan and laughed as he was carried around the house.  He was definitely going to have to keep lube on his person from now on.

Fumbling about in the bedside table, he found the lube, and hoisted him up a bit and carried him back into the kitchen, setting his bare butt back on the cold counter top.  “There.”  Pulling his hips to the edge of the counter, Logan took his cock down his throat in one long slurp.

"Nnnn!" he grunted.  He leaned back on the counter and squirmed on the counter.  Putting his feet up on the edges, he spread his legs wide... which was nice with Logan's mouth on him so securely.

Growling a little, deep in his throat, he let the vibrations rumble against Remy’s cock, while he greased up his index finger and carefully pushed it into his pink hole, loving the feeling of him. 

"Logan... dieu, dat's good..."  Remy let his hands rested behind him on the counter and lifted his hips into Logan's mouth and consequently contracted on the finger inside him.

Purring again at the squeeze, Logan thought heaven was his anus, and he slipped a second lubed finger in there, sucking leisurely and one-handedly trying to lube up his cock.  Remy felt like he wanted to jump down from the counter and hop right onto Logan's cock, but wasn't going to be that impatient.  He didn't know if Logan was ready.  He did, however notice that... Logan wasn't going to be able to fuck him with the counter height.  He laughed to himself and began to let his legs down so he could bend over the counter facing away from Logan so Logan could reach him.  He really was small, he smiled to himself.

Logan knew what he was doing, and adjusted to make room for him.  “Whatt're you grinnin at?”  He was moderately sensitive about his height, and took his fingers out of him so he could turn.

"Can't a man grin at his lover when he’s 'bout t' make love to 'im?" he purred over his shoulder at Logan.

Smirking, he said, “Yeah...  But not cause his lover's short....”  He pulled Remy’s hips against his, rubbing his cock between Remy’s thighs.

"Awe, cher, I would never be so mean as t' say dat to y'," he smiled at Logan with a mock offended voice.

Raking his teeth down Remy’s back, Logan kicked his legs apart and pushed him over.  “Y' don't have ta say it.”  He rubbed his cock head against Remy’s hole, but didn’t push in.

"Mmm... not my fault y' insecure," he chided jokingly.

Logan didn’t  figure Remy was one to talk about insecurity, but let it drop.  “So, you want me or not, Cajun?”  Well, not drop entirely.

Remy bent his knees sinking back onto Logan.  "Oui, cher.  Oui," he moaned.

Sighing, Logan thought, you spoiled little brat, but just loved him to death.  Pushing in and suddenly feeling like he was 12 feet tall, Remy felt so soft and hot.  “God, Remy....”  You're perfect.

Remy used the counter for leverage and maneuvered himself against Logan's body.  He felt an urgency that was the undertone of his days constantly now and he wondered at it, but couldn't ignore it.  He focused on Logan inside him-- the way he felt moving inside him... he could never get over how good that felt.

Starting to move in and out, Logan could feel his cock opening Remy up and it was heavenly.  He held his hips so he could push into them as he pleased, quickly finding a fast, hard rhythm.

Remy let himself bend over the counter, bracing himself against Logan's onslaught... but what a pleasurable onslaught it was!  He found that Logan's rhythm felt... right, and let him control it.  If he tried to move, he was just going to mess it up.  He squeezed his muscles inside, becoming tighter.  After a few moments though, he found the need to cum getting stronger.  He reached down in between his legs and started stroking himself as if he were masturbating privately, only Logan was right behind him, making it so much better.  He wished that he had a mirror that he could look into to watch Logan fucking into him; it would be so hot!

Trailing his lips all over Remy’s back as he fucked him, Logan groaned, “Mmmmmrrr... whatcha thinkin’ about, baby?”  He shifted his angle a little, searching for his spot.

"Ah!" Remy shouted as Logan found the spot.  "Tinkin' 'bout how y' look, fuckin' int' me like dis... it feels... nnn-- inrcoyable, Logan.  I bet you look so fine," he whispered.  He loved the way Logan looked-- so rough hewn and dangerous.

That was a good answer...  he started fucking him harder, trying to keep his hips from slamming into the counter too badly, pounding into him in a way that would leave him sore for weeks.  “Sexy darlin’....”  He panted against Remy’s skin, overwhelmed with his ownership of him.

Remy threw his head back and came uncontrollably at the hot rough words Logan said, brushing hot air past his skin.  He was so hot and hard it made his entire body clench in rapture and he sprayed hot liquid over the counter.

Banging into Remy mercilessly when he contracted because that was the best fucking thing in the world and he just lost his mind...  He couldn't withstand the feeling of his orgasm, and probably never would.  He shot warm, wet come into him, pressing it deep and filling him to the brim.

Remy grunted, overwhelmed and leaned against the counter, resting on it.  Panting...

Panting steadily against his back, Logan muttered, “Good?”  He meant 'are you good, was I good, was the sex good, are you still breathing?'

"Oui, cher--" he panted.  "Bien...."  So gooood, he finished to himself.

Stroking his hips, Logan gently pulled out, and wrapped his arms around him, wondering how he was going to cuddle in the kitchen, but just pressed his face against Remy’s back.  “Ahhhhhh, Remy...”

Remy shuddered at Logan's retreat and lay his arms over Logan's.  He just rested against the counter until he felt he could move.  "Livin' room?" he suggested.

“Yeah...”  Logan stumbled into the living room, flopping on the sofa and pulled Remy down on top of him.  Remy ooffed and snuggled up on top of Logan.  He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Logan.  He felt so protected in his arms.  It wasn't often that Remy felt he needed the protection, but on occasion... he enjoyed it.  He liked being able to relax completely and not have to worry about fighting or fleeing for his life.

Rubbing up and down Remy’s back, Logan stroked his hair, massaging his scalp.  Remy hummed contentedly.  "Logan...?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah...?” he smiled stupidly and happily.

"D' you tink it's a bad idea f' me t' keep m' shields down while we're at de boathouse?" he asked kind of gingerly.

“Well.....  It's just me... an I don' mind...  But ya never know who's gonna drop by....”

"Well... dat's kinda why I wanted ta do it... so we could have a warnin' if somebody got widi’n range, y' know?"  He also wanted to test his limits with these new powers now that they were imminently controllable.

Smiling, he said, “Well, yeah....  Sure, darlin’.”  He hoped he could smell them or hear them before they startled him.  “Yeah...”

"I mean... you're still here an' I woulnd' wanna invade y' privacy," he said offering a way for Logan to back out.

Pulling him up, Logan gave Remy a wet kiss.  “I don't mind, Remy...”

Remy purred against Logan's lips and they vibrated a little.  "Bien," he said and lowered his shields.  He sighed when they were down.  It was like unclenching a muscle.

Smiling, Logan could feel his shields go, then was hit with a small pang of apprehension.  “Darlin?  'M I the best sex ya ever had?”

A slow smile crept up on Remy’s face at the question and thought about it.  He had many lovers over his lifetime, half of whom he didn't even remember the names of any more, but he had few experiences that resembled anything close to Logan.  He was so... passionate-- so virile and tireless.  Remy's smile grew as he compared Logan's love making with others.  "Oui.  'M pretty sure," he said after having gone over his memory sufficiently.

“Really?”  Yer just sayin that…

Remy nearly glowered at Logan.  "Y' don' believe me?" he asked.  "Of all de men I've been wit, Logan... you're de most fiery an' wild-- qualities dat I value quite a bit," he said.  "Most de oder guys I was wit' were nice an' gentle, but dey couln' out perform y' in a million years.  An' dat's de men, t' say absolutely nothin' o' de women.  Women so much work," he complained jokingly.

Chuckling at that, Logan said, “Work?” tsk-ing at him.  “Ya ever topped a guy?”

Remy looked away, but nodded.  "Oui."  The experience had been a little awkward, but wasn't bad.

Stroking his hair, Logan let it curl around his fingers.  “Not good?”

"Non, it was good," he said.  "It was a little scary 'cause it was his first time," he explained.

“Ohh....  I've never had a virgin, I don't think.”

"I tink he was doin' it f' de wrong reasons, but dat's jus' me.  Didn' have de empaty at dat point."

“What're the wrong reasons, Rem?”  He was very curious as to his answer to that one.

"Well... he was attracted t' me, dat much I could tell... he jus' wasn' ready for it, y' know?  I tink he tought dat if he didn' do it f' me den I wouldn' like him any more.  I hadn't really experimented much wit' de same sex at dat point.  Was pretty young."

“Oh...”  Stroking his cheek, he loved the stubble and wished he could remember a time that he didn't know much about sex.

"De whole ting was pretty awkward.  I mean, he ended up likin' it, even dough Remy was a bumblin' fool.  I shouldn'a let it happen dough... on de oder hand, we were jus' kids."  Live and learn, was the sentiment that came to mind.

“How old were ya when ya first had sex, Remy?”  He knew that was probably a sensitive question for him and he wrapped his legs around Remy’s and held him tight.

"Ah geeze... I was... twelve?  Musta been sometin' like dat," he answered.

Swallowing hard, Logan tried to not show the shock and curiosity.  “Twelve?”

Remy looked at Logan and quirked an eyebrow at him.  "Oui.  What's wrong?" he asked.

“Twelve?” He didn’t want to ask, but sort of had to... he hesitated.  “Was it...  consensual?”

"What??  Logan!" he balked.  "What' y' tink I was raped 'er sometin'?" he asked.

“Well...  Twelve is...  That's young, darlin’....”  He really had no concept of age in relation to maturity.  “I thought 12 year olds still had cooties.”

Remy chuckled.  "Oui, I s'pose t' most people dey did.  Remy was an early charmer, dough," he explained with the casual waive of a hand.  "'Sides, it was useful f' Remy t' be a charmer at an early age.  De femmes really tought Remy was cute.  Dat was useful on de streets.  'Til I was eight, I always favored pickin' from women."

“Huh.”  He wished he had a story or two to relate, but all he had was what he knew from Creed which wasn’t even remotely useful.

"Dat answer y' question?" he asked with a smile.

“Yeah...”  He had always heard rumors about him, that he sold his body for money and shelter and food....  Logan held him even tighter, cherishing him so much, tucking him into his neck.  “Y' cold?”  He knew Remy hated the cold and they were cooling.

Remy assessed the temperature and found that it was just fine.  He had the thermostat running pretty much constantly now.  "Non... Logan... what's dat?" he asked, feeling the worry that was in his mind.

“What's what?”  He didn’t hear anything or smell anything, then suddenly threw his senses out there to detect something.

"What're y' worried 'bout, cher?" he asked.  He found the emotion and felt it... and tried to bring it to Logan's attention in his mind.  "Dis one," he said and showed it to him.

Jerking a bit, that was weird, having someone actually finger one of your emotions.  He really didn’t want to tell him because this moment was so nice and discussing nasty rumors would ruin it.  “Nothin’...”  He settled him on his chest and tried to push the ugly emotions away, enjoying the feeling of Remy’s skin.

"Y' sure." he asked.

“Yeah.  C'n you see a clock?  What time is it?”

"Remy got no use f' time when cuddlin'," he moaned and snuggled further into Logan's chest and neck.  He wanted to ignore the world when they were together like this.  He purposefully didn't look for a clock.

Chuckling, he kept him close and nuzzled against his neck, kissing and trailing his fingertips against Remy’s back and shoulders.  “Yer such a...” he tried to find the right word.  “Kitten.”  He grinned, having found the right word.  Remy meowed in Logan's ear.  Chuckling, god Remy was sexy, Logan felt a flair of desire for him, kissing his lips softly and sensitively.

"Mmm, Logan," he said a little surprised and teasing him for it.  "Y' insatiable, y' know dat?"  He winked at him.

“Nah, yer just too sexy fer yer own good,” He tickled his lovely bum just to make him squirm.

Remy's naked body did squirm against Logan's and he giggled.  He was surprisingly ticklish on the bum.  "Stop dat," he warned.

Chuckling, Logan said, “No.”  He loved touching his bum and feeling him wiggle far too much.  He licked Remy’s neck and purred at him.

"Y' don' stop dat I’m gon' end up torturin' y'," he said trying to be threatening, but wasn't quite able... not with the type of torture he was thinking about putting a sly smile on his face.

Grinning, Logan said, “Sounds more like a challenge than a threat…”

"Six o' one," he said rocking his head to the side in a gesture of indifference.

“Huh?” he asked stroking up his back, leaving his bum alone for a moment.

"Y' know-- six o' one, two pi o' d'other?" he said, butchering the phrase with a grin.

Chuckling, Logan said, “Have it your way, ki—… Remy.”

Remy smiled.  His eyes defocused and he squinted at something far away.  "Logan...?" he asked.  "I tink we better get dressed," he said worriedly, his expression quickly turning into a frown.

 

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