Part 15

 

Throwing his senses out to the world to find what Remy was talking about, Logan heard, but also smelled the little girl, Laurie.  Huffing, he said, “Oh, god....” getting up to find their clothes.  He could still smell the sex, and opened a window to air it out—but then again, it could be that extra sensitive nose of his.  Remy got up and quickly went for the room to grab some real clothing.  He was back just in time to hear the knock at the living room door.  It was soft and contrite.

Logan was dressed as well, trying to not look too rumpled. Remy went to answer it.  Peeking out, Logan considered not getting it, but just shrugged and girded his loins for the kid.  Opening the door, he was greeted to the sight of a Laurie in tears.  She rushed into Remy's arms and balled uncontrollably.  Remy's shields had been up ever since he got dressed, having felt the girl's incredible upset.  "Petite, what is it?" he asked the girl.

Greeted by the pheromones that were pretty strongly emanating from the girl, a horrible wash of sadness swept over them both.  Raising his eyebrows, Logan thought he smelled tears and he crossed his arms and sat patiently in the background, trying discreetly to snuff the smell out by moving to the window.

"It's... it's Josh!" she cried out, unable to stop her tears.

Huffing softly, Logan tried to not be offensive, maybe he could go heat up some gumbo or something to block out the smell.

"Oh?" Remy asked.  His little friend had helped Remy to see again and he hoped he could stay impartial to whatever situation was going on between them.  She was incredibly upset about it.

"Logan, would y' mind startin' some tea f' our guest?" he asked.

“Yeah!”  Thank you, Remy, you're a sparkling beautiful creature, he thought to his lover as he went into the kitchen and started the kettle, searching for the most pungent tea in the place.

Closing the door behind them Remy scooted the girl over to the couch.  Coming in a few minutes later with some wonderful, incredibly pungent black tea, Logan could be much more accommodating now.  Laurie had been crying the entire time the tea was brewing.

Up until then, Remy had just let her cry, but he felt that maybe he should try to get something out of her.  "So... wha't goin' on wit' y' two, cher?" he asked.

Handing Remy and the girl a cup, Logan took one for himself and kept the steaming teacup directly under his nose.

Laurie shook her head.  "It's not—  We just found out today, Mr. Le Beau...  Josh... just died."  Remy felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach.

“Holy shit!”  Looking at Remy, Logan knew that would affect him pretty badly.

Remy tried to talk, but couldn't get words out.  Eventually, he let his shields down and hugged the girl to him.

"I'm sorry, petite," he said, his voice cracking.  He tried to wash feelings of comfort over her, but he was having trouble cultivating them.  "He was a good boy," he said, his face squinting sharply in pain. 

"He didn't deserve to die," she cried out.  Remy could feel the anger boiling just under the surface of her pain and grief and was surprised that he recognized it... and identified with it.

"Nobody does, petite," he cooed to her gently. He wondered why she chose him to go to, but decided that he wouldn’t ask that question just yet.  Logan didn’t really agree with that statement but he supposed it really did apply to kids.... 

Sitting down behind Remy, Logan wrapped his arms around Remy tightly, knowing he was hurting....  Focusing on his love and adoration for him, Logan knew he may not be willing to open his shields with the girl so close, so he had to tell Remy the old fashioned way.  He nuzzled the back of Remy’s neck supportively.  “How did he die, darlin’?”

"It was David..." she trembled out.  "He was doing an experiment with him— he didn't tell the rest of us!  He killed him!"  She broke down after saying that and Remy held onto her shoulders and rocked back and forth with her on the couch.

"Dat doesn' sound like David," he said to her, perplexed.  He didn't know Josh's room mate very well, but he knew they were the best of friends.

“What experiment?” Logan asked, a bit sensitive about 'experimenting'.

"It was to cure cancer... he says he did it, but Josh—!"  Remy knew exactly what she meant.  Josh didn't deserve to die even if it was for a cure like that.  He remembered all these strange feelings when Colossus gave himself the Legacy Virus Cure and he had died from it.

"Did Josh... consent?" he asked quietly to her.

Bowing his head against Remy’s back, Logan went silent in anticipation of that answer.  The tears seemed to come on harder than ever as she nodded and burst out in a wordless cry of pain.  Sighing, Logan stroked Remy’s back with an arm around his middle, knowing that Remy needed support to support the girl.  He kissed the back of his neck and mumbled soft nonsense to him.

Reaching one hand to cover Logan's Remy squeezed it.  "Y' tink y' could sip some tea, petite?" he asked Laurie gently.  She shook her head in response and he let go of Logan’s hand to wrap her in his arms completely.  "Okay.  Y' should tell me 'bout Josh, petite," he encouraged.  "Logan, would y' mind takin' a walk for us?" he whispered to Logan.

Oh, ouch.  “Yeah, ok.”  Ouch, ouch, ouch….  Logan got up and puts on his jacket and his cowboy hat, quietly slipping out of the door....  Ouch.

Taking some dinner down to Creed, the room was dark when he got there, so Logan just slipped the plate through the bars quietly and got up to go. Logan had been walking around outside for about an hour before he came down, so he was just going to go back out. 

"What, yer just gonna sneak off like that?" a gravely voice came from the shadows.

He stopped a little and said, “Yeah.  Yer gonna threaten my lover, then yeah....”

"I haven't even said anythin' yet.  I ain' gonna threaten the brat," he said easily.

“You did.  You told him if he didn't back off, you'd kill some kids.”

"I said I wasn't sure if I would get better without you.  Better get what I said right before y' go puttin' words in my mouth.  'Sides, he looked like he just might go for it."  That was clearly the wrong thing to say, but he felt just cocky enough to do it.  He'd been imagining he and Logan together again for hours since Remy left.

Marching right up to the bars, Logan growled, “Come over here an’ say that again,” because... OUCH!   He certainly wouldn’t tell him he just got kicked out.

"Hey, I wonder if yer feebe'd wanna have a threesome," he nearly laughed at the thought.  He would rip the kid apart if he ever got near Logan's ass.

“Creed.  You want ta be left here ta rot er somethin'?”  He really didn’t want to take shit from him, and started considering just going out into the woods and getting away from all the mean assholes.

"Preferable ta smellin' his sex all over you," he accused with venom in his voice.

Wincing... there was that.  “Fine.  Catch ya later, flea bag.”  He made for the door.

"Next time I'll just ask him fer favors, since he's such a loose slut!" he shouted at Logan's back.

Charging back at him, Logan needed to lash out at something could smell where he was in the cage and thrust his claws hard in that direction, hoping to reach him.  “SHUT THE FUCK UP, CREED!!”

Victor growled against the claws sticking into his chest and slid further up the claws to get closer to Logan.  "I'd shut the fuck up if you'd fuck me," he snarled.

Retracting his claws, Logan slumped a little.  “Can't, Creed.  Don't be stupid.”  He sagged against the bars.  Remy kicked me out!!

That didn't get as much of a rise out of him as he was expecting... something was off.  "Oh?  What' the matter, Logan?  He not spreadin' his legs for you enough?" he taunted, probing in the same action.  He was healing pretty quickly.

Pulling his arm back to his side of the bars, Logan snarled, “Fuck you, Creed, mind yer own business.”  Crossing his arms, Logan pulled a cigar out of his coat pocket.

"I think I hit a nerve," he smiled.  "Tell me, what's the problem with the thief?"  He really wanted to call him a whore, but he wasn't going to press that button today.  He wanted to probe how their relationship was— wanted to find its weakness.

“There isn't one!  All right?”  Lighting the cigar, Logan took a long drag.  “Just... a kid just died.  ... The kid that gave Remy his sight back....”

"And this has tensions between you two— why?  Ya'd think he'd be 'pathin' all over you an' cuddlin' you an' stuff.  No emotional connection?" he guessed casually.

“What the fuck do you know, Creed!?  No, he just wanted ta be alone!  Can't he mourn the way he wants ta!?  You're one fuckin’ judgmental bastard, you know that?

"Only o' whores like him," he groused under his breath.

Tearing the cell open and slamming it behind him, Logan started sinking his claws into him repeatedly.  “SHUT UP!  YOU DON'T FUCKIN CALL HIM THAT, YOU HEAR ME!?”

Creed wasn't expecting that strong of a reaction.  He was expecting Logan to blow up at him, and he was expecting him to pop his claws, but he wasn't expecting to be attacked that ferociously again.  He fought back half-heartedly, mostly from shock, but partly because he didn't really want to have to keep watching them.  If Logan was going to kill him, then that was fine by him and he'd keep calling him foul names until Logan cut off his last breath.  "Fuckin' whore," he grunted in pain in Logan’s ear.

Stopping with his claws in his chest up to Logan’s knuckles, he snarled, “Stop baiting me.”  Retracting his claws Logan tried to calm that violent animal in himself.  “Don't you fuckin’ bait me, Creed.”  He was covered in his blood.  Straddling his hips, Logan swallowed convulsively as if to push down the horrible feelings.

"I'll bait ya whenever I can, Logan.  'Cause you deserve better than a boy who's willin' ta sell himself ta kill a bunch of his own kind," he spat.

Ejecting his claws into him again, he spat, “I deserve better than a lunatic who's raped me, insulted me and damn near killed me.”  He could still see the blood on the floor from when it was mostly his blood.  “Yer a piece a shit, Creed.”

"Yeah... but so is he," he mumbled through bloody lips.

“He's better than you, Creed.  He's younger, sexier, smarter, kinder and way more loving.”  Ripping his claws out of Creed, he pulled them back into his body.  “An' I can't even remember you.”  He was taking his hurt out on him.  He was really hurt... he always wanted to be there for Remy when he needed Logan the most… and when he needed him the most he sent Logan away... did Remy not love him?  Not trust him?  Not think he knew how to be in situations like that?  Did he want to have sex with that girl to console her?  What the fuck!?  Banging his head back against the bars, Logan told himself to stop being so fucking paranoid.

"Okay.  That's it.  I'm not talkin' ta you about yer past any more," he said with a note of finality.  "You can do whatever you want ta me, Logan, but yer not gonna get another god-damned word outta me, so you might as well have Laser-brains come down here an' finish me off!"  He tried to ignore Logan banging his head against the bars.

Swallowing, Logan shut his eyes, not really listening to Creed’s babbling, and suddenly took his jumpsuit, pulled Creed to him and kissed him hard, pleading to be loved.  He felt so fucking rejected, he needed all that stability and security that Creed offered.  He just wanted to be held.

What the fuck??? Creed thought to himself.  He wrapped his arms around Logan, not really feeling the love through the anger, and feeling more and more like a yoyo.  He didn't care though.  If Logan was going to toy around with him, then that’s what he was going to do and he couldn't really stop him.  Logan had proven time and time again throughout the centuries that he had a kind of power over Creed that he couldn’t ignore.

Huffing, Logan pressed his head against Victor’s shoulder and sagged into him, holding him tight.  “Dammit...  Stupid kids....”  He would have been crushing Creed’s ribs if he were anyone else.  Creed kept his mouth shut and held back onto Logan.  His hands roamed reassuringly along his back, but they didn't venture far.

Swallowing, Logan said harshly as if it was an apology, but almost sounding like a criticism, “I do remember you.”

"Yeah?" he asked, having lost hope completely for any kind of permanence between them.  He was just grasping for the vestiges of what they had and the remains of their shattered love.  "What do you remember?"

Shaking his head, he admitted, “Nothin’ concrete... other than some sex an' getting’ thrown in a snowdrift...  But I just know ya...   Like yer a part of my body er somethin’....  They could only fuck with my head, y' know?  But my body's got a memory too, s'much more reliable these days.  My body remembers you....” and my heart, but you don't get to know that.  “Remembers you perfectly, I think.”

That was more painful to hear than he was expecting.  "So... what does yer body tell ya about me?" he asked, morbidly curious at this point.

“.....  Yer hurtin’.  Ya need me.  Ya love me.”  With his heart feeling heavy, Logan was never planning on telling him this.  “Yer a good lover...  Protective.  Ya saved my ass more'n once...  Yer....” he sighed.  “Ya feel like an old, worn blanket I had since I was a kid....”

"And fer all that, the little bratt gets you instead?" he asked skeptically, and hurt.

Pressing his face into his neck, Logan muttered, “'M with you right now, though, ain’ I?”

"No yer not.  You'll barely let me touch you."  He admitted to himself that he would be a lot happier if Logan would just fuck him, or let him suck his cock, or suck on his—he didn't care—he just wanted something more substantial than this barely-petting yoyo shit.  He wanted to reinforce their emotional connection through sex too.

Huffing, Logan asked, “You just ain' gonna be happy less you can fuck me, huh?” He growled a little.  Beggars couldn’t be choosers.  “I'm spillin' my fuckin guts to ya here an all ya wants ta get in my pants!”  Getting out of Creed’s lap, Logan felt unappreciated at every fucking turn.

"The content of yer gutts told me that that's what ya wanted, but I guess yer not listenin' to yer body anymore.  You should know by this point that I'll take what I can get from you, Logan.  But what I really wanted was ta give you somethin' you ain' felt in years."

Feeling like he just got struck by a bolt of lightening when he said that... Logan did want to feel it... wanted to feel it so badly that his entire body started aching.  “Creed...” you bastard, I want you so badly….  “I gotta go.”  He opened the bars, reminding himself he promised Remy there'd be no sex with Creed.  He couldn’t break his heart, couldn’t make him miserable.

Creed felt at that point that it was only a matter of time, and he was going to figure out a way to whittle him down... one way or another.  Leaving the room, trembling a little, Logan used an iron will to not run back in there and just devour him.  He heard the sounds of a bunch of people congregated in one area of the house and went to see what it was finding a bunch of kids sitting with Scott and Emma and crying over the death of a friend....  He felt his erection wilt in their presence.

Watching for a few minutes, Logan skulked off, bitterly thinking that he wouldn't be allowed in there, since he was not allowed around sensitive things... as if he wouldn't understand death.  Wandering out into the woods, still smoking, still bitter, still confused and hurting... Logan stayed out there for several hours, just stalking around.  Coming back in quietly in case she was still there, he could smell the pheromones she put out... oh, god, what if she seduced him...?

Remy was in the boathouse on the couch with his head in his hands.  He was trembling with fear and grief and anger... and guilt.  His shields were tightly closed and he didn’t even hear Logan come in.  Seeing him, Logan carefully approached and very quiet, whispered, “Remy?”

Jumping a frickin' mile in the air Remy turned to Logan in a flash.  "Y' scared me, cher," he said, his voice shaky.

Holding up his hands, like 'I'm harmless', he asked, “You ok?”  Obviously he wasn’t, but, well... he started to approach him again, hoping he didn’t focus on the blood all over him.

Remy noticed it and looked at him curiously.  "Didn' go punish David, did y'?" he asked at the blood, but wasn't freaking out at it, it seemed.  The tone of his question was rhetorical because Remy knew that wasn't what Logan had done.

“No.”  Logan sat down, waiting for Remy to relax.  “You ok?”  He couldn't smell sex, but he couldn’t really smell anything past the pheromones.  Did you have sex with her?!

As he trembled, Remy’s lips quivered.  "Non," he said and leaned back over to put his head in his hands.

Softly, he asked, “Josh?” or did you have sex with her!?

"Oui....  He was so young, Logan..." he started to shed tears that hadn't appeared before when Laurie was there.  He had needed to be strong for her.

Stroking his face, Logan pulled Remy into his lap and folded him close.  “I'm sorry, darlin’...”  Did you or did you not have sex with her?

"Not y' fault, Logan."  Remy was like a leaf caught in a storm and seemed uncontrollable in his shuddering.  "Why couldn't he live?" he asked himself.  Josh had to have been Remy's favorite student.  Logan couldn’t do anything for him but hold him firmly against his chest, pressing his face into the back of Remy’s neck and stroking him firmly, one hand in his hair.  Letting Remy cry all over him Logan wanted Remy to know that if he fell to pieces Logan would be there to put him back together again.

Remy's private thoughts were full of much more turmoil than this.  He'd been through deaths in close family and friends before, but there was more... complicating this situation.  Things he couldn't tell Logan—or anyone else about.

Lifting him carefully Logan carried him to the bedroom, thinking he may like a nice hot bath in a little bit...  His own thoughts were on Anchius; his body remembered mourning him this deeply and thoroughly...  He carried Remy to the bed and helped him get comfortable, never losing physical contact with him.  Once they were both in our boxers, Logan curled his arms firmly around Remy again, holding him close.

"Logan... you know what it's like t' lose somebody close to y', right?" he asked gingerly as they lay there in each other's arms.

“Yeah....”  He had lost a lot of people.  “I do.”  Leaning against the wall, arms locked around Remy, Logan cradled him between his legs as well, with warm, heavy blankets on them.

"How'd y' get over it?" he asked with sorrow soaked curiosity.

Pressing his nose into Remy’s hair, he said, “Ya gotta let yerself mourn.  It's painful.  But ya just gotta do it.”  He had no idea that Remy was so close to him.

Remy nodded.  Josh wasn't nearly as close to Remy as he was to Laurie or any of the other students, really.  Remy really did like him though... he saw a lot of himself in Josh.

“You an’ Josh were close?” he asked, massaging Remy’s scalp, knowing he must be getting a headache from all the crying.

"Not so close as I would have liked.  I'd have liked t' get t' know him better....  But I'm more worried 'bout Laurie... she said dey were goin' out, but it wasn' dat serious yet.  She still had a lot of emotional attachment to 'im....  I wonder how much o' de truth she was tellin' me."

“Why would she lie, baby?”  He wished he was telekinetic so he could summon some water in here for him.

"Maybe afraid t' say how far deir relationship really got?  I don' know.  I mean—technically we're not teachers here, but we're still adults.  She coulda been afraid t' tell anybody else because she tought she might get in trouble."  Remy started trembling again and he pushed thoughts from his mind that came back to him.  She had definitely gotten physical with Josh, he concluded.

“Y' think she was too scared ta tell ya she'd slept with him?” he asked squeezing him tight when he started trembling, suspecting there was something more going on here with him.  “Remy?”

"I don' know how physical dey got... but she definitely did," he shuddered.

“What do you mean, darlin’?”  Do you mean she knows how physical they got, or only she got physical?  Or that she cheated on him?  Is she pregnant?  What are you saying here?

"I mean... I tink dey mighta had sex, Logan.  'M not sure.  Afraid t' ask, really... none o' my business...."  He closed his eyes in pain.  He turned around and held onto Logan tightly and started crying onto his shoulder again.  This time without explanation.

Nodding, he asked, “Why is that so important to you, baby?”

Shaking his head against Logan’s chest Remy figured he'd need to take a psychology class in order to understand all of this shit more fully now that he was a spook. 

Nuzzling him, Logan pressed, “Lover, you c'n talk to me....”  He could feel him hurting.  “You can tell me what it is....”  Curling in on himself tighter, Remy knew that he couldn't.  Not with... he abruptly cut off the thought and clenched his eyes tighter.  “Darlin’?  What is it?  Why can't you tell me?”  He could see it just gnawing away at him.

"I don' know enough... 'bout people... 'bout psychology—t' be able t' say... t' be able t' help...."  He couldn’t tell why Laurie had kissed him out of the blue like that.  He didn't know how to help her around the need.  The fact that she felt the need spoke to him of having had a physical relationship with Josh... and taking it out on Remy.  But he didn't know what to do.  He felt so lost....

“Why don’t you just tell me what happened?” he asked stroking his neck, adoring him, keeping him close.

"I can't, Logan... I... did somethin' I— shouldn't have," he stated bluntly.  He was trembling worse than before at that point.

Oh, God...  Trying to keep his voice even but feeling the panic spread, he asked, “What did you do, Remy?” very calmly.

"I...."  He clenched up and was in the fetal position next to Logan.  "We were jus' talkin' an'... she kissed me," he whispered.  "I don' know why she did it—Dieu, Logan, I feel so sick," he cried.

Nodding, he whispered, “Remy, it's okay...  What happened then?”  He wouldn’t let him wiggle away, and kept him right up against his heart.

"I was so confused, Logan....  I stopped her... an' she seemed okay wid dat, but I... don' know how t' help her.  I'd jus' be messin' her up if I let her kiss me...  I let her talk 'bout oder stuff t' get her stable enough so she could leave widout bein' upset... an' she went back t' de mansion...."  Remy's head was still spinning.

Nodding, he just knew those pheromones were for him, Logan held him tight.  “Don't worry about it, darlin’...  She's young, she wanted comfort...  She wanted to feel life and love and a warm body...  It's not yer fault...”

"But I... I kissed her, Logan!  How could I have done dat?!"  The kiss had lasted longer than he would have normally expected it to under the circumstances.  He had expected to feel the touch of her lips and flinch away, but instead, he touched her soft lips and they brushed together and she leaned in toward him, as she brushed his stomach.  "She's just a kid!"

“Remy...” he comforted, stroking his hair and face, “Remy, ya didn't do anything wrong...  Okay?”  Logan knew how attractive young women could be, especially when they were needy.  “Okay?”  He nuzzled him. 

"I don't tink so, Logan," he said uncomfortably.  The Professor would have had a cow and Emma still might if she found out about it.

“Remy...  Look...  She kissed you, all right?  That's not your problem...  Look...” he said, petting him all over.  He didn’t want him freaking out.  “When you lose someone you really love...  Death is... it's such a hard blow, doll...  You do anything ta feel alive again an’ sex is... Sex just feels right.”  Stroking his arms, he continued, “It makes ya feel alive.  The opposite of dead.  Healthy.  Look, she just chose you, but she coulda chosen Scott, er Hank, er me, er anybody.  But she chose you, and that ain' yer fault....”

Taking deep breaths Remy nodded to Logan.  His trembling slowed and he was just in a state of grief and depression in Logan's arms, instead of near hysteria.  He thought that was an improvement. 

Kissing his head he confessed, “Lord...  When Mariko died, I was in every whorehouse on the seaboard...”  He sighed into his hair.  “I didn't care who it was, if it was a boy or a girl, I just wanted to sink myself inta someone alive and be alive with ‘em....”

Remy hugged Logan.  "'M sorry 'bout her," he said quietly.  He didn't mean to bring up painful memories for Logan.

Shaking his head, he said, “I've dealt with it.”  Stroking Remy’s hair, he said, “And so will Laurie.”

Nodding, Remy buried his head in Logan’s chest.  He just wanted to go to sleep now.  He'd been exhausted by interrogation, love, sex and grief and he wasn't in the mood for anything else.  Logan could tell that Remy was exhausted and stroked him gently so he could fall asleep on him, making sure he was warm.  Remy was out cold in five minutes.

 

 

 

Having not gotten to sleep until late last night, Logan was just holding Remy forever.  He was conked out in the early morning, slumped against the wall, arms still around his lover.  Remy snuggled deeper into Logan's arms, cringing in his sleep.  He was having a nightmare.  He hadn't had many recently because he felt safe with Logan, but he supposed he really couldn't keep them away forever.

Feeling Remy wiggling a little Logan tensed in his sleep, the smell of fear touching his nose and he started to wake a little.  “Mrrm?”

Voice coming out in a whimper Remy started to thrash more.  He was trying to get away from the arms that were grabbing at him from beneath the graves.  They were shouting his name, trying to pull him under, and when they succeeded, he fell into a place of complete cold and whiteness— Remy's hell.  He froze and screamed at the top of his lungs, waking himself up.

Totally awake now, Logan was freaked out by that... and watched Remy carefully before touching him.  “Remy...?”

Once Remy realized where he was, he grabbed onto Logan and held into him like a life raft.  "Logan!  I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he mumbled out shakily.

“Shhhh... Don't apologize, darlin’, ya just had a nightmare....”  Rocking him gently, Logan stroked him all over, realizing he must be feeling fragile again.

"Non, non... about de— de Morlocks.  I'm so sorry...."

Softly, he said, “No one blames you for that, lover...”  Folding him you close, he continued to rock.  “You're totally exonerated....”

"What about dem?  Hunh?  I can still hear deir screams—" he choked on his own words.

Nodding, holding him close, Logan knew how guilt could take hold.  “You didn't have a choice....”

"Are you kidding me??  Of course I had a choice!  I couldda told Sinister ta go fuck 'imself, but I didn't!  I wanted... t' be able t' touch people too much."  Remy felt sick again.

“Sinister woulda found a way ta make ya do it even if ya did tell him ta fuck himself, Remy...  He would've made you do it no matter what you said.”

Remy hugged Logan closer.  "I was so stupid...  I didn't even see it— until it was too late.  I—"

“Y' were so young, darlin’....”  Stroking his bare skin Logan played with his long, silky hair.  “Y' were so young...”  You still are so young.

Sighing unsteadily into Logan's chest Remy tried to calm down.  He didn't know if it was Laurie yesterday that made him feel so guilty again and if those feelings triggered it, or just his general horrible feeling of loss from the news about Josh.  Maybe a bit of both, he realized.

Swaying him and holding him, Logan kissed his hair, struck again by how young he really was and pulled the blankets back around them.  Remy just wanted to be held.  He loved the way Logan was so strong for him.  Making sure his shields were up Remy was trying to deal with the emotional residue in his mind from yesterday still.  He was going to have to experiment with that.  Some emotions were just like... sludge, and they stuck around when he wanted them out.

“Y' wanna stay home from practice t'day?”

Remy shook his head.  "I... I need t' start livin' wit' dis.  Dere gon' be times when I feel jus' like dyin'... but I'm still gon' need t' fight."

Nodding, Logan pulled him up into his lap even though he was a big guy.  “Yer a good ki—...  Cajun, y' know that?”

"It... it's okay, Logan.  Y' can call me ‘kid.’  I won' get mad anymore."  He really felt like a kid there and supposed that to Logan, everybody was always going to seem that way. 

Nope, Logan was not going to do it, since it upset Remy, but he did cradle him closer.  “Hang in there, darlin’...  Just hang in there....”

Remy nodded and peeked open his shields to feel what Logan was feeling.  He seemed calm on the outside, but he wondered if he maintained such composure on the inside....  Logan was actually really concerned for Remy, but tried to hide it as soon as he knew he was in there.  Then he got embarrassed about hiding it and let Remy see.  “... Sorry...” he grinned sheepishly.

"S' okay, Logan.  What're y' worried 'bout?" he asked.  He could understand that someone would want to hide their worries.

“You...”  He trailed his finger down Remy’s cheek.  “You feel so guilty over things that you have no control over...  It'll tear you apart, darlin’….”

Remy thought about that.  Before the empathy, it might have... now it might literally.  Emotions seemed so much more... real to him now.  He could see them and interact with them... he just didn't know if the emotions in himself he could ever get away from.  "What should I do?" he asked.  It was harder than it seemed to control guilt.  He could concentrate on other emotions to make the feeling wane... but it always seemed to be there in the background.

“Be gentle with yourself...  Get someone to help you....”  Kissing his forehead, he clarified, “Just... go easy on yerself, darlin’....”

"I'll... try, Logan." he said.  He didn't know how successful he was going to be, but he would try.

Smiling, he said, “Thanks....” and gave him a soft kiss.  “Good morning, by the way....”

"Mmm, morning," he said contradictorily.  It was morning, but he didn't really think it resembled much of anything good.

Sighing, Logan wished he could mend these things for him, or kill someone for him, something easy...  but he knew it was his battle....  Kissing him again warmly, Logan he just loved him.  Remy stretched and yawned.  He wanted to get up before he finally convinced himself to stay in bed.  He headed for the shower and looked back at Logan.  "Y' training t'day?"

“...  Maybe.”  He hadn’t trained in a while, having been too busy with emotional stuff.  Remy nodded and went to shower because he felt awful still and hoped that the shower would put him in a better mood.

Sighing, he didn’t know what to do for Remy.  This whole thing with Creed wasn’t helping...   He wished there were some easy cure, some quick fix...  He just wanted to love him and now all these complications had to mess it up.  Remy showered and tried to clean out his mind at the same time.  He tried singing... and that actually seemed to help when he got a good, cheerful tune in his head.  Before too long, he was dancing in the shower.

Logan could hear him in there and wondered what the hell he was up to, but grinned.  “Remy....”  He went to the bathroom door, and stood outside it, listening through it, chuckling softly.  He was singing in Creole and it was kind of a Zydeco tune. 

Grinning, Logan shook his head at him then hopped into some jeans before going to the kitchen to make breakfast.  Remy was out in a few minutes and came out to the kitchen with a towel rapped around his waist.  They had decreed after all that there would be no clothes in the boathouse. 

Also making up a quick breakfast for Creed, since he didn’t trust Emma or Scott to keep feeding him... Logan swayed his hips a little to the racket Remy was still making in the shower.

Remy came down, whistling with a towel wrapped around his waist and damp hair.  "Smells good in here," he said with a small smile.   After coming out of the shower and seeing the tea pot still set up where he had tried his best to console Laurie... and had ended up making a huge ass out of himself, his mood was brought down.  Especially when he thought about poor Josh.  "Dat's an awful lot o' food f' de two of us," Remy commented.

Kissing his cheek, he ignored Remy’s comment.  “How ya feelin’?”  Taking two plates to the table, Logan waited for him to sit at the dining room table.  Remy stared at the third plate a little uneasily and wandered over to the table.  "Preparin' f' seconds?" he asked, not thinking that was the answer but knowing that Logan would have asked him to put some clothes on if they were having company.

“Nah,” he said simply, really not wanting to bring this up first thing in the morning, but he couldn’t just dodge or lie to him all the time.  “They haven't been feedin' Creed...” he supplied with a little shrug, and he winced.

Blinking at that, Remy said, "Oh," with his stomach sinking.  He still knew that Logan had feelings for the huge feral mutant, but Logan's expression of them was a little hard to face.  "I'm sorry," he said and turned to his plate.  Watching him, Logan was suddenly not so hungry, and wanted to say something reassuring, but didn’t know what that could be...  he just stared.  "'S hard not t' treat somebody like dat... when dey hurt ya," Remy said, understanding exactly where they were coming from.  He wouldn't have fed Creed either.

Wincing again Logan felt like such a shit, his stomach clenching up.  Crossing his arms, he muttered, “That's fair.”  It didn’t feel like it was fair, though... but that could just be because Logan loved him.

"It ain' fair, Logan... I'm jus' sayin'... I understand.  I don' know how t’ feel 'round him... after everythin'...."

Crossing his arms, which was the manly version of hugging himself, Logan said, “Well...  I don't know how ta feel round him, either...”  He probably shouldn't have said that.

Remy nodded.  He didn't understand what it was like to care about somebody and not know why, but he had a first hand look at Logan's feelings for the man... and Logan couldn't change them, so he had to respect them.  "What's he been tellin' ya?"  He realized that Logan might be uncomfortable about that.  "If y' wanna talk about it," he amended.

Feeling torn about talking about it with him Logan would kill to have someone to confide in, but he was not so sure Remy was that person, being his lover and all...  but there was one thing he probably should know.  “....  We had a kid...”

Eyes flying up to Logan along with his eyebrows, his stomach clenched and sank and rolled all at the same time.  "How?" he asked.  His heart was pounding in his chest loudly making the stomach sensations all the stronger.

“Was a long time ago...  over 2,000 years ago...  adopted him, really....” 

Remy's mouth trembled as he tried to say something.  "O-oh," was all that came out.  No wonder Logan was so reluctant to discuss anything permanent with him.  He was either still attached to Creed or he was afraid of getting attached to Remy... and having him turn out like Creed.  "Um... he a good kid?" he asked, hoping to probe his associations with having children.

Watching Remy, Logan could sense his depression.  “... He's long dead, Remy.  He died in battle.”  H repeated it.  “Over 2000 years ago....”

"Was he a good kid, den?" he clarified.

Feeling his throat close up, Logan tried to swallow it down and managed to croak, “Yeah....  I think so...  I don't really ....” he huffed.  “Remember...”

Remy nodded.  "Sorry.  Um... H... how 'bout dem Yankies?" he smiled.

Giving him a weak smile, Logan appreciated the effort.  “Not baseball season, ki—“ dammit.  “Remy....”

"Well, it wouldda been obvious eider way, right?"  Remy smiled charmingly at him.

Arms locked around his ribs, still, Logan nodded.  “Suppose....”  Grunting a little, Logan wanted to get out of this funk.  He didn’t want Creed looming over them every time he was with Remy.  He just didn’t know how to get out of it.  “You, ah...  How're yer shields?”

"Dey're fine..."  He closed his eyes and checked.  "Dey're actually good as new," he smiled.

Grinning, he said, “Good,” relieved that Remy was doing so much better.  “Eat, darlin’....”  He still didn’t know if he could eat, but he could at least pretend for Remy’s sake.

Digging into his plate, Remy nodded.  "Logan... how do you feel 'bout... me bein' like you?"

Stopping and blinking a little, Logan asked, “Whaddya mean?”

"Like—bein’ able t' heal like you."

“Well...”  He hadn't thought about it really.  “It's great, I guess.”  He grinned.  “Don't have ta worry bout ya so much an' I get ta take ya places...”  He nodded.  “Yeah, it's good.  Great.”  Logan beamed like a happy puppy.

Remy nodded.  He was glad that Logan saw it that way.  He ate, feeling pretty hungry, actually.

“Why?  Issit botherin’ you?”

He wasn't eager to run into Laurie at the mansion, but he would have to go there for his training session.  "Non... I was jus'... makin' sure."  He wondered how Creed would take it.  He'd probably be jealous as hell now that it would take ten times more effort to kill him.  "Wonder how Creed would take it," he joked.  Well... jealous that Logan would see him as an equal now.  And mad that he would be harder to kill.

Blinking up at him, he hadn't really thought about it in those terms.  “Huh.  Well... He doesn't have ta know, way I see it.”

Remy shook his head.  "I wasn' plannin' on tellin' him," he elaborated.  "Just wonderin' what he'd do if he found out."

Thinking the reaction would be very, very, very bad, Logan said, “Yeah...”  He looked up at Remy.  “You goin' to talk t the kids today?  About Josh?”

Remy's mood instantly fell.  "I... what would I have ta say?" he asked.  "What right do I have t' talk t' dem aobut Josh?"

Shaking his head, he said, “Y' don't have to, I was just wonderin’ if you wanted to...” he shrugged a little and started eating.  “Saw Emma talkin’ to them about it last night...  Kids are all probably upset still...  An’...  Well, yer good with that touchy-feely stuff....” he smirked slightly.  “Just so long as the kids don't overdo it on the 'feely.'”

Remy looked at Logan oddly.  "I'm good wit' touchy feely?  Y' kiddin'?"

Bluntly, Logan said, “No.  You know what ta do when people get all soggy!”  I, on the other hand, am a complete mess.

"I wouldn' trust m'self wit de kids anymore," he said putting his head in his hands.  "Dieu, Logan—I kissed a girl!"

Logan couldn’t help it, and nearly shot water out of his nose, laughing behind his hand, even though he was trying to stop it.  “I'm sorry...” he snorted a little, rubbing his face on a napkin.  “Shit, kid y' sound like yer scared ya got cooties....”  Whoops, called him 'kid.'  “I mean, Remy...” he waved a little apology.

"Logan... I wouldn'a been upset if I’d kissed a woman, but I kissed a girl.  A little girl.  How can y' laugh at dat?"

“Because, Remy...” he leaned forward, taking his your wrist.  “Y' got it all screwed up in yer head.  She kissed you.  She's a little girl who just lost her boyfriend and who’s probably had a crush on you.  You did the mature thing an’ put her off an' sent her home ta be with her peers.  Look, ya didn't do anythin' wrong, all right?”  He was quite familiar with little girls with crushes.

Remy shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.  KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!  Grumbling at the intrusion because he thought he was maybe making a little headway with him, Logan threw his senses out to see who it was.  Remy hunched over in his seat.  He didn't want to get it. 

Really not wanting to get it either, Logan muttered, “S' Rogue...  Wanna pretend we're not in?”

Remy groaned.  He really didn't want to talk to her, but the knocking persisted.  "I'm tempted t' answer de door naked t' embarrass her away... but dat probably wouldn't do it."  She would probably just yell at him more than she was obviously already planning to.

“Want me ta tell her yer asleep?”  He got up, not wanting Remy to have to deal with her.

Rising from the chair Remy secured his towel around his waist.  He sighed.  "Non.  I'd appreciate it if y'd get de door so I can get decent, dough," he said.

Nodding, Logan said, “Sure...”  He liked him indecent better though and went to get the door.  “Hi, Rogue.”

Rogue looked like she was just barely containing her anger as she stood there with a DVD clenched in her hands.  "Ah... didn't—need—ta see this!!!" she shouted throwing the DVD across the room.  It landed intact.  "God damn you, Remy!" she shouted and stormed away from the boathouse.  Remy came out of the room to see Rogue marching away angrily. 

"What de hell?"

“Rog—  Wh...”  Logan looked around to where she threw the DVD and lifted it up and read 'Remy and Lili P.'  “Aw, hell.”  He looked up at him.  “I hope she doesn't think I sent her this.”  Between his touching her and getting this DVD, he thought maybe poor Rogue had been beaten up too much.  He had heard her shout and wasn't pleased at what she had said.  "What is dat, Logan?"

Holding it out for him, Logan figured he would know what it was pretty fast.

Remy's eyes widened at the label on the DVD.  "Awe—fuck!" he shouted.  It was one thing to know that someone was cheating on you... it was another thing entirely to see it.  He could tell why Rogue had damned him on her way out.  He sighed and looked at Logan.  "She didn't have ta see dat," he said wishing that Ginny hadn't sent that to her.  She had been through enough during this break-up.

“Yeah….”  He was a little glum, really loving Rogue.  He cared for her deeply and hated seeing her go through this.  “Who sent it?  Do you know?”

"Name's Ginny.  She was upset dat I wouldn' sleep wit her after Lili."  He cringed putting a hand over his face.  She had been the only person who had access to it.

“Oh... right.”  Remembering her, Logan recalled how she'd stink up the room with want when Remy was there... but he was used to that from both genders in relation to him.  “Should probably... go talk ta Rogue, huh?”  He meant himself.

"Yeah, I'll go apologize," he said and headed for the door.

Grabbing his wrist, he said, “Not you.”  He pulled him back against him, wrapping his arm around Remy’s waist.  “Me.”

Blinking, Remy asked, "Why you?" he asked.  "I'm de one who hurt her," he explained.

Because if she gets mad, I'd rather have her tear my head off than yours.  “So I c'n explain ta her what happened... That I wasn't the one that sent it....”

"It don't really matter who sent it, Logan.  It matters dat—what she saw!  She didn't need t' see dat!"

Sighing, he said, “Ok...” he just wanted to be there to protect him all the time.  Logan squeezed him a little.  Remy kissed Logan before he headed out the door after grabbing his shoes and jacket.  He was going to make sure that Rogue understood what went on and that they didn't send that to her on purpose.  Remy went in search of Rogue.  He found her in her room, crying.  He was grateful for his shields because practically everyone in the mansion was crying.  He could feel the tension in the air even through his shields.  He knocked lightly on her door.

 

 

 

Logan watched him go...  and went into the kitchen to clean up breakfast stuff, then got Creed's plate of food and took it down into the holding cells.

“Creed?” turning on a light, Logan wondered who turned it off.  Victor looked up at Logan.  He was still wearing those danged coveralls that were too tight.  “Nobody brought you yer clothes yet?” he pushed the plate through the bars, sending it sliding across the room at him.

"You didn't," he explained, then shrugged, as if to say 'why would anyone else?'  He did perk up at the sight of food though.

Huffing a little, he said, “You eat, I'll get yer clothes...”  That is if no one burned them or stuffed them and used them for a voodoo doll.  “I'll be right back.”  Marching out to the laundry room Logan figured he was going to have to search for his clothes.

Creed dug into his food while Logan left, anxious to be out of the tight clothes.  Coming back with his still ratty, but now clean clothes, Logan handed them to him through the bars.  “There.”

"Thanks," he said and started to strip out of the jump suit, enjoying the opportunity to be naked in front of Logan again.  He wasn't completely hard, but he was... certainly interested.  That was always the case when he saw Logan.

Looking away, Logan knew how he got at the sight of Victor naked, and was not going to go there today.  He was not going to get in that cage with him, either.  Creed took his time dressing and sat down next to the bars of the cell.  He wasn't going to offer anything today.

Looking over at Creed once he had dressed, Logan said, “How is it ya haven't tried ta bust out, yet?”

"Oh, I've tried," he said.  "But the X-feebes built this thing outta adamantium fer just such an occasion," he grumbled.  There was no way he could break out of there.

“Not like ya ta give up so easy....”  After all, he had been opening this cage on a regular basis, Creed could've taken advantage of that.

Creed snickered at himself.  "It wasn't easy.  I'm not even sure I've given up yet," he said.  But truly, his goal wasn't necessarily to get out of the cage.

“Hghn.” Logan muttered licking a canine tooth.  “Y'know, I remember when ol' Chuck said there was no helpin' ya...  Y' remember that?”

"Yeah," he grumbled.  "What of it?" he asked grouchily.

“He was gonna turn y' over t' the Feds...  First time he ever gave up on anybody...  Said y'd always be a feral lunatic an' there was no fixin’ ya....”

"Yer point?" he asked angrily.

“Were y' puttin’ on a show that even the ‘paths couldn't see through?”

No, runt, I was fuckin' crazy! he thought to himself.  "What do you care?" he muttered.  He turned his eyes away from Logan.

“I wanna know.”  He puts his arms through the bars, leaning against them.  “'Specially if yer countin' on me ta sort ya out.”

"I'm not," he growled.

Narrowing his eyes, he countered, “That's what ya told Remy.”

"Then you came in an' yelled at me again.  You treatin' me like shit doesn't give me any incentive ta help you, runt."

Watching him, Logan ran his fingers across his lips a little.  He really had no idea what their relationship was.  Who was helping whom, after all?  “I don't treat ya like shit, Creed, I treat ya like a criminal.”  There was a difference, you know.

The thought of conjugal visits popped to mind, but he wasn't going to bring them up.  "Worse than shit," he commented.

Grinning at him, he said, “Self pity doesn't suit you, Creed. An' puppy dog eyes don't work....”  Not today….

"Then fuckin' let me outta here," he groused.

“Don't think so.  I know what ya do when yer not caged up.”  Sitting down across from him again, Logan was being a bastard to him so he wasn’t tempted to go in there and cuddle.

Victor sighed and sat there, waiting.  He had decided that he would make Logan pay for each piece of memory that he got, but didn't figure he'd be able to make a whore out of Logan, so wasn't going to say it verbally. 

Licking his teeth, Logan watched Victor a little while, then sighed and loosened up a bit.  “I been dreamin’ a bit more...  But I'm not sure if I'm dreamin’ a’ you or Anchius...  Just see a lotta gold hair....”

"Close to ya?" he asked.  "In the dream?"

“Yeah...  Lotta touchin', too…  Made me think it was you, but not as heavy as you are...”  Logan shrugged.  “I dunno if I was even dreamin’ coherently...  Couldda just been patchin’ things t'gether....”

"If it was Anchius, I'm gonna go an' spit on his grave."  Fuckin' kid, tryin' ta fuck his father, he growled to himself.

Perking up, Logan asked, “Y' know where it is?”

"We—" he shut up, reminding himself that he wasn't going to tell Logan anything he wanted to know anymore.  "Yeah."

“Where?” he asked excitedly rushing up to the bars, gripping them tightly.  “In Greece?  Where is it?”

"Yeah, it's in Greece!" he said like Logan was stupid for suggesting that it would be elsewhere.  He looked away from Logan, trying not to give in and tell him what he wanted to know.  He was just so tired of feeling used... and unappreciated.

Reaching through the bars, Logan grabbed his shirt.  “Tell me where it is!  Is it still standing?!”

Victor wrenched out of Logan’s grasp and backed away from the bars.  He sat quietly against the wall.  If Logan wanted anything, he was going to have to come inside and show him that he appreciated Victor in order to get it.  He wasn't entirely sure about his shaky resolve though.

Snarling, Logan said, “Don't push me, bub.”  He had resolved to not go in there, but wanted to know this so badly his hand was already fingering the lock.  “Tell me where it is!!”

"Like I could even tell ya!  There's no way you'd find it without bein' led to it.  It's not like ya can just go to the National Greek Cemetery an' look 'im up!" 

Slumping against the bars a little bit, Logan asked, “What city's it in?”

Where did we live, dumb-ass? he asked himself, but didn't say anything.

“Sparta?” he didn’t know how much they moved around.  “Did we bury him on a battlefield?  Cremate him?”  He knew they did that back then.  “Send him off to sea?  Damnit, Creed, tell me!” he lashed out, striking adamantium claws across adamantium bars, feeling it resonate up his arms in an uncomfortable, unfamiliar way.  He was used to just clean slicing through.... ow.

"That's what ya get, runt.  I ain't tellin' you shit," he grumbled.

Baring his teeth at him, he shouted, “Why not!?”

"<You venture a wild guess,>" he said in Greek.  He hadn't spoken it to him in a while.

“Because yer bein a shit.”  He didn’t even notice he had used a different language.

"Then that's yer answer."  He couldn't believe he was being so dumb.  Like even if Victor explained it to Logan he would understand if he couldn't understand on his own.

Giving off an angry rworwrl, Logan opened the door and slammed it behind him.  “Yer actin’ like a love hungry pup, Creed.”

"At least ya recognize it," he grunted, shifting a little when Logan came closer to him.

Huffing at him, he asked, “Whaddya want?  A cuddle?”  Creed looked away from him.  Logan barked “What?!  I'm here, I'm offerin’, tell me what ya want!!”

Anything, he thought.  He was desperate.  He nodded and looked at Logan’s feet.

“Lookit you....”  God, you're so pathetic.  Sighing heavily, Logan carefully approached him and crawled into his lap, settling in.  “Better?”

"What?  What about me?" he asked, though he accepted Logan into his embrace.

“Never known ya ta be so desperate....”  He shivered a little when Creed closed his big arms around Logan, never knowing himself to be such a ...  submissive sap.

"Never been so desperate, Logan," he admitted.  It was a new experience needing him so badly.  Hell, he had gone insane without him.  He held Logan close feeling the tension in his chest release at having him in his arms.  He had held Gambit that way while he shuddered, bleeding.  It was only a temporary relief, but the memory occurred to him because he had felt the same release of pressure in his chest.

Wanting to promise that he would visit more often, Logan realized that he probably wouldn’t because he needed to be with Remy.  He rested a hand on Victor’s arm, figuring it would be insensitive to ask after Anchius's grave now.  Victor stuck his face in Logan's neck and breathed in.  He had done that to Gambit too, and Gambit had shivered in fear.  He hadn't smelled anything like Logan, but he did smell good.  He liked Logan's smell a lot more.

"Gods, you smell good."

Bowing his head, Logan didn’t doesn't know anything about how Victor behaved with Remy and smiled a little at that.  “Haven't showered t’day....”

He did smell that brat on him, now that he thought about it.  Maybe that's why he was remembering holding Gambit that way after fucking the stuffing out of him.  "Smells like you... and Remy," he said quietly.

Smiling again, Logan really liked that smell... the Logan-Remy smell...  It was probably his favorite smell in the world...  Clearing his throat and willing the smile to go away... especially because the Victor-Logan smell was a close second, Logan said, “Well...  Yeah.”

"He still good in bed?"  Or did I take all the life outta him fer fuckin'?

Going a bit stiff, Logan asked, “Y' want me ta leave?”  He was not going to put up with him baiting Logan.

"No.  Sorry.  I could always take you to Greece, you know?" he said with out much of a segue.

“Don't know I could trust ya anywhere outside a this cage....”  He didn’t really trust him in this cage, but that was moot.

He nodded.  He really was being treated like a prisoner and he probably wasn't going to get outside this cage.  He nodded.  "The terrain's probably changed since I been there last... in the twenties," he said in introduction to his instruction on how to get to Anchius' grave.

“Did I go with ya?”

"Of course.  He was more your son than he was mine.  You two had a special bond that I just never fit into.  That probably had somethin' ta do with him bein' attracted ta you, but it went deeper than that.  There was no way I was goin' ta visit him without you there."

Eyeing Victor very carefully, he asked, “Did he ever sleep in our bed?  I mean...  even when he was grown?”  He had this image of being held in Creed’s arms while he held Anchius in his own...  he thought that could be where the dream came from.

"He'd sleep with us on a regular basis until he was ten.  Then I started makin' him sleep in his own bed."

“Hgn...”  He smiled, remembering all that gold hair, Creed’s and Anchius’, but that was all, just the memory of a memory.  “Bet I spoiled him,” he said partly because Creed told him and partly because that was just something he would do.  “I bet I let him sneak back in when you were asleep...”

Victor grumbled.  "Caught ya doin' that a couple o' times.  Never thought anythin' of it until he was fifteen though." 

Almost crying that his assumption was right, Logan asked, “When he tried ta kiss me?  It was at night?”

"When he was kissin' you, yeah, it was night time.  I had just gotten home," he grumbled, but wasn't forceful with his anger.  It was so long ago and Logan had proven his love to him over the centuries ever since then.

“I let him kiss me?”  He couldn’t believe that.  “I let my own son kiss me?”

"Don't ask me why you did it—you always told me you didn’t know."  He had tried to get it out of Logan for centuries.  "It was short, but yeah, he kissed you."

Knowing Creed probably wouldn’t know, Logan had to ask.  “Was I... attracted to him?”  God, I must have been a horrible father.

"He was an attractive kid.  He had ladies practically burstin' down the door, but he never showed any interrest in 'em.  I think he always had eyes fer you."

“So he never had any children of his own....”  Damn, damn, double damn.

"No.  No kids."

“.....  Damn....”  Logan slumped against Victor a little... and carefully reached up taking his hair out of its pony tail, pulling it over his shoulder and burring his face in it. Oh, yeah.  That's home.  Victor put his hand on Logan's back and rubbed it comfortingly.

"I asked you if you wanted ta encourage him ta go marry... but you said we should let him be who he was, an' I wasn't about t' argue with that."

Sighing a little, Logan stroked Creed’s neck and started feeling pretty hot.  “'F I was thinkin’, I woulda demanded he have a kid....”  Just so there would be a part of him around now.

"You loved him too much ta force somethin' like that on him, Logan," Victor observed.

Swallowing, he asked, “He have any other family that survived?”  Wrapping another arm around his waist, Logan pressed his nose into Creed’s neck and hair.

"He might have had an uncle that passed down his line, but that's it.  Even if he did have kids, Logan, there's no way you'd be able ta tell who they were or who their descendants were now.  Records like that weren't kept."

Huffing a little, Logan nuzzled into him, wanting to be comforted...  He understood how he wanted affection so much, and whispered, “M' sorry I keep ya down here alone with yer memories...”

If yer sorry, why don't ya do somethin' about it!?  He nodded his head, not really understanding why Logan could keep him there and not visit him more often at least.  He wished that he and the thief could come to some sort of agreement about Logan.  He was desperate enough to compromise.

Really wanting to kiss him... Logan felt if he were honest, he would admit that he really wanted to make love to him... but instead just curled in Victor’s arms, snuffling into his hair, nuzzling his neck.  Victor hugged him tighter and sniffed his hair.  "Just keep comin' ta see me," he pleaded.

Nodding against his neck, Logan said, “Yeah... Sure....”  Thinking of a way to go visit Anchius' grave together, Logan wished there were more he could do for Creed.  “Ya must get damn bored....”

"Yer tellin' me.”  That’s why he felt like he was rotting.  “They give guys more ta do in prison than ya do around here, that's fer sure."

“I think guys in prison are maybe a bit less dangerous than you....”  Sighing, he said, “I might be able ta talk Cyke inta lettin’ you play in the Danger Room sometimes...”  Looking at him, Logan said, “But if ya fucked up at all, it'd be my head on the choppin’ block.”

"God, yer people are uptight.  I just want somethin' ta do.  Maybe y' could scrounge some books 'er something up.  You probably wouldn't trust me with anything more dangerous."

“Y' can read?” he asked just joking with him.  He liked to get his goat.

Oh if looks could kill he would have Scott's optic blasts!  He growled in his throat and was about to boast that he read more languages than Logan did, but knew he spoke and read just as many of the same languages even though he didn't remember learning them.  To be fair, Victor didn't remember learning Ancient Greek, of much of his childhood.  Knowing that Logan was just being a jerk, he decided to be a jerk back and nipped at his collarbone. 

Immediately getting a hard-on, Logan snarled at him, biting into his neck and trying to wrestle him to the floor.

Oh, is that all it took? he asked, noting Logan's heartbeat and stiff flesh as they wrestled.  Victor growled at him and sucked on his neck as he was gotten to the floor.  He really wanted Logan to kiss him.

Pretty effectively pinning him down, Logan pulled away and looked at him.  “Zat it?  I win already?”

That’s it, I win, Victor smiled inwardly as he moved his sucking to Logan's collarbone, noting that he could suck him just fine from the floor.  Breath hitching a bit, Logan knew he should get off him and say something catty and make for the exit, but he just went rigid, waiting to see what he would do.

"Yup, ya win already.  There's a prize in here for ya," he mumbled against his throat.  But you hafta unwrap it!  He didn't stop biting him even as he spoke.  He was being pretty gentle and let his tongue slide all over Logan's neck and shoulders, loving the taste of him.

Snarling and baring his teeth at Creed a little, Logan bit onto his shoulder hard before lapping at it and moving up to capture his lips in a hot, deep kiss.  Victor purred against Logan's lips and let his teeth grazed his lips, but wasn't going to bite him.  Letting go of his wrists Logan wrapped an arm around him, his other hand stroking Creed’s jaw and his neck, his mind completely empty but with ghost memories of Victor.

Concentrating on the moment Victor was really, really hoping that Logan would let him suck him off.  His mouth tasted wonderful and familiar as he let his tongue taste the inside of him.

Sinking his fingers into the long hair Logan growled a little against Victor’s lips, gently rocking his hips against his stomach.  Oh Victor loved that feeling!  That was the feeling that said Logan was ready for a good fuckin' and Victor wanted to give him what he wanted.  His hands since being freed, started roaming over Logan's back and through his hair.

Logan was ready for a good fucking and wanted one from him pretty damn badly....  Unintentionally his mind started sifting through files trying to find the last time he had sex and came up with Remy...  Oh, God, Remy!  Sitting up fast Logan scrambled off him so frantically he landed on his ass hard on the floor.  “Oh, shit...”

Victor sighed, still lying on his back.  Damn that kid and his interference with their relationship.  Maybe he could talk him into a threesome, but he doubted that the Cajun would stand for that.  Not after what Creed had done to him.

Trembling a little, Logan’s mind had been somewhere else....  somewhere where the last person he had sex with would have logically been Creed...  He was not really remembering anything, just starting to think and sense like he used to...  Swallowing really hard, Logan muttered, “Sorry...”

"If yer sorry, then get back over here," he chided gently.

Shaking his head, Logan rubbed his eyes.  “No...  That's not why I'm sorry....”  You're getting harder to resist, damn you...  Slumping against the bars a little, Logan thought he really should be on the other side of them.

"What are you sorry for, then?" he asked.  He could feel the answer already, but wasn't willing to let it go unvoiced.

Not really knowing, Logan fumbled, “F'r crossin the line….”

"You think I mind when you cross the line?"

Licking his lips, Logan huffed a little.  “No.  But ya mind when I remember that I can't go any further.”

"Sure enough," he observed. 

Swallowing, he said, “Yeah.”  Feeling like a very, very bad boyfriend Logan stood up.  “I gotta go.”

"Logan—"

“What?” he asked stopping for just a second to look back at him.

"We got a problem here.  You want to stay so we can talk, but I need you to stay because I need you.  If we don't get this sorted out now, we're never gonna get anywhere... in conversation," he said though he meant either in conversation or in getting all over each other.

“You don't give a shit about conversation, bub....”  Backing out of the cell, he continued, “This is my problem...”  Until I can resist you, I'm not allowed in the cage... He shut the door.

"Yer mostly right, but I do care about ya gettin' yer memory back.  I just have more immediate needs," he explained.  It's yer problem, but that won't keep me from askin' the kid, he chuckled to himself.  He didn't think Remy would come near him in a million years, but what harm was there in asking, he smiled.

“I can't fuck you, Creed, I got someone else!”  And to think, I was getting on his case about being monogamous!  Logan shook his head.  “I'll see ya later, Creed...” He did intend to go find Scott and ask him to let Creed out to play every once in a while though.

"See ya," he called as Logan left.

Sighing, Logan went up to Scott’s office, hoping he was in thinking maybe some exercise would maybe take the edge off of Creed's lust.  Scott was up in his office doing paperwork from hell about losing one of their students while he was enrolled.  How was he going to explain this to his parents?

Not bothering with knocking, Logan just went in.  “Oh, hey...  You're here, good.”

"Yeah?  What?"

Remembering this was a sensitive time, Logan sat down.  “How ya holdin’ up?”

"Pretty good for having one of my students kill another one."  Scott shook his head and looked away.  "And we gave him an academic award," he said uncomfortable with the irony of the situation.

Nodding, Logan said, “I'm real sorry ta hear about all that...  I guess folks're takin’ it pretty hard.”

"We've had to experience deaths of our students... but none like this.  There are so many issues that this brings up... it's difficult to know what to tell the kids."  He was glad that Emma was dealing with them mainly.

“Yeah....”  How am I going to segue into this?  “Look, I... I got a favor to ask of you, Slim....”

Scott looked at Logan and straightened.  "I thought you had Gambit for that," he cracked.  He just had to go into a different mode than he was in now in order to take the request.  “Shoot,” he said finally.

Logan gritted, but ignored the comment.  “We need ta let Creed get some exercise...  ‘Zere a way we can let him inta the Danger Room a somethin’...?”

Scott was definitely frowning behind his visor.  "No," was the curt reply.  He wasn't about to deal with any more of his students dead.  Creed could rot down there for all he cared.  "Tell him to do pushups or something," he advised.  "There's no way I'm letting his cage door unlocked for an instant," he growled.

Licking his teeth to distract himself from the mounting anger, Logan said, “He'll behave.  “

"No, Logan, he won't!  Even if I thought he might behave, the possible health of a criminal versus the possible lives of another one of my students is not an acceptable risk!  My answer is still no.  The only way he'll ever be allowed back and forth is if he was unconscious, and I'd be pushing it then because he just might wake up." 

“Look, bub, I know ya don't like him but nobody deserves ta be treated that way!  What happened ta all yer speeches on equality, huh?  It's bullshit, Cyke, yer not even feedin’ him!”

"I understand that you have a past together that you can't change now, and I'm sorry that I can't be more accommodating, but equality or not, I won't risk another student.  I have been feeding him, Logan.  He's actually on the chore list," he snorted.

Standing up, Logan growled, “Well, yer not feedin’ him enough!!  An he's got no way ta wash down there an he's only got one set a clothes!!  That's just a 12 by 12 cell for fuck's sake, Cyke, keepin’ him in there's just cruel an inhumane!!”  ..... Ok, maybe that was a little defensive.

"Logan, damnit!  We aren't a penitentiary!  That holding cell was intended for temporary confinement only.  If you want him to have better accommodations, we're going to have to turn him over to the Federal Government."

Well, that’s entirely unacceptable.  Logan saw there was no use talking to him. “See you round, Cyke.”  He marched out, going to go find Remy.

Scott sighed and thought he might actually have to install a lock that Logan couldn't open, but wasn't happy about the prospect that he might have to.

Going and peeking in the Danger Room to see if Remy was in there Logan found that Remy was in the Danger Room and was charging things in mid air.  He held his arm up to cover his face from the resultant explosion.  More bots were attacking him and he turned to look at them before they exploded before they got within ten feet of him. Something with a laser was shooting at Remy and he rolled out of the way. 

Grinning, Logan went up to the Control Room to watch, wondering who was in there. 

Logan walked into the control center, expecting to find Hank or Alex in there, as usual, but instead he saw the shiny silver glimmer of the Russian, Piotr Rasputin.  A greeting was on his lips before Logan was struck with the pungent aroma of an aroused male.  He noticed further that Piotr's arm was moving in the well-known pattern of a man jacking off.  It took a moment for Logan to assemble it all:  Piotr, masturbating, watching Remy, Logan's boyfriend, perform acrobatic feats while sweating in a skin-tight spandex costume.  Oh, lord. 

After leaning against the door in what Logan surmised to be a particularly casual stance, he cleared his throat.  Immediately, the jerking stopped and Piotr, with dexterity one wouldn't expect from a man his size, put himself away and turned with frightened eyes to see who it was who had caught him in his most indecent state.  His face read of even more terror when he saw Logan standing there.  There was a moment's silence, both men staring at the other.  Piotr, Logan could see, was a bit too terrified to instigate a conversation, so he took it upon himself, "Ya think Remy'd be pleased ta know the guy who's supposed ta make sure the Danger Room doesn't fly outta control has got his hand around his dick?" 

It wasn't the first time Logan had walked in on someone wanking.  Previously, he'd simply been amused.  After all, it was a private school, boys and girls separated, boys and girls suffering the onslaught of hormones.

More than once he'd told a young male or female that seeking relief of sexual frustrations was a very normal thing, but perhaps it was something that should not be done in the public showers, the Danger Room, the kitchen, etc...  But this was different.  This was the mature, respectable Russian that was fisting his dick at the sight of Logan's lover and who, quite frankly, intimidated Logan with his attractiveness.  There would be no light hand, here. 

"I am sorry, Logan..."  Piotr's metal exterior seemed to glow as he sweat it out, "I am so sorry—" 

Logan cut him off, "Isn't me you should be apologizing to." With a fast, decisive motion, Logan's hand slammed upon the 'Abort Mission' button and all the robots battling with Remy in the Danger Room went limp as did the contents of Piotr's pants. 

"Logan... Please...  Remy does not have to know of this, it would only embarrass him..." 

"No..." Logan became a little sharky with him, "It would only embarrass you.  You've been sniffin’ aroun' what’s mine for far too long, Pete!  Remy's mine an’ he don't need you puttin’ his life in danger just so you can get off!" It was obvious, of course that despite Logan’s adoration for Remy, this was more about ownership.  It didn't take a telepath to see it, and in his metal form, Piotr decided to take the pain of unrequited love out on that same unrequited love's love.

"I like to think of it that perhaps I am readying myself to be the one he turns to when you finally leave him for Sabertooth."

There was only a heartbeat before Piotr found himself sailing through a plate glass window and crashing down into the middle of the Danger Room below.

Landing with a heavy thunk, Piotr thankfully missed Remy and the robots, doing damage only to himself and the floor.  Standing atop the computers, Logan looked through the hole in the glass with his claws extended, ready to leap down on Pete and tear into him.

Holy shit!! Remy thought as Piotr came sailing through the window and nearly landed on Remy, but he rolled out of the way hoping that he would be able to take the fall himself.  That was the second time he'd avoided having Piotr plow into his back.  As soon as he had landed though, Remy was over to Piotr making sure he was okay. "Peter, are you okay?" he asked the big Russian worriedly.

Ire rising double seeing Remy care for Piotr like that, Logan leapt from the Control Room and grabbed Piotr's knees and dragged him out from under Remy.  Tearing into him with his claws, Logan was not able to penetrate the metal, but was leaving several deep scratches.

Managing to get a hold of one of Logan's claws, Piotr swung him off of himself and hurled him into the wall.

"Logan!" Remy shouted.  "Stop!  Both of you stop!"  He ran to get in between them.

Having a disjointed arm and one or two ribs, Logan ignored the pain and moved to launch himself at Piotr again, but stopped when he saw his mate in the way.  Piotr was standing, braced for another attack.  “Move, Remy.”

"Non! What has gotten in' you?" he asked angrily. 

Derisively, Piotr said, “It seems your boyfriend has gone feral. It seems to me he might be better suited for that mutt locked away in the—“  He didn’t get a chance to finish.

Leaping over Remy and onto Piotr, Logan was in quite the feral state, desperate to feel a claw sink in, but he was so disappointed they only glance off.

"God damnit!"  Remy rushed over to Logan and wrapped his arms around him.  "Logan, listen to me!  Come with me, we're just goin' to leave, oui?" he asked getting angry quickly.

Clattering to the floor again, Piotr noticed one of Logan's arms hanging limp and useless.  Logan wasn’t going to thrash in Remy’s arms for fear of hurting him, but snarled and growled at Piotr like an angry dog.

"Logan, please!" he asked loudly.  "He's not wort' it," Remy said to him.  "Come on, let's go."

Deflating a little when Remy mentioned he was not worth it, he knew Logan probably couldn’t understand him, but it still hurt.  “I will leave you.”  He marched out the door, letting it slide shut behind him. Going to Beast in the lab, Piotr knew when he went back to flesh, he would have some grievous wounds.

 

Remy huffed.  He was going to clean up the mess.  There goes a friendship, he sighed.  Still snarling and huffing, Logan ached to go after him and rip his head off.  He was going to take a while to settle down.

“Logan, cher... what happened?" he asked Logan worriedly.  He watched Piotr go, but only for a moment.  He was more worried about Logan.

Retracting his claws, Logan sank to the floor, concentrating on calming down and coming back to himself.  “Ghrhgmm....”

"Shhhh..." he whispered, holding Logan in his arms.  "'S okay, cher.  I'm here," he cooed.

Saying, voice still rich and snarling, “He was ...  jerkin off, watchin’ you,” Logan glared at nothing.

"He was... what?" he asked with a perplexed face.

Softly, already a little exhausted, coming off a high, Logan said, “Y' heard me, darlin’...”

"Oui... I heard y', I jus'... don' understand why he would do dat... durin' a Danger Room practice..."

Turning a little to look at him, he said, “Because he's in love with ya.  And...  Well....  Yer dead sexy.”

"You—"  You said he was attracted t' me, but—in love?  How could things change so drastically?  Remy hugged Logan tighter.  "I'm sorry, cher." 

“I... mighta overreacted...” he admitted quietly stroking Remy’s arms.

"Remy get his face disfigured for y', oui?" he joked.

“.....  No.” he twisted in his arms to look at him.  “But y' are too damn good lookin’....”  Grinning a little, he kissed him.  Remy kissed him back, letting his hand run through his hair.  Cradling his face, Logan gave him a thorough snogging before pulling back.  “You talk to Rogue?”

"Uh... she wouldn' answer de door," he said.  "Dat's why I came down here t' work out some frustration.  Pete offered t' spot, but I... I didn' know dat he was gonna— y'know."  Remy paused and an awkward silence trailed.  "Are y'... mad at me?" he asked gingerly.

Furrowing his brow, Logan asked, “Why would I be mad at you?  Were ya strippin’ for him?”

"No!" he shouted insulted.  "F' not spurnin' Pete enough..."

Stroking his hair away from his face, Logan shook his head.  “No.  It's not your fault.  C'mon...”  He extended a hand to Remy.  “Wanna go lift some weights?”

Remy took his hand and got up, but was feeling a little worn out from all the exercise and the adrenaline rush.  "Sorry, Logan.  Could I mebbe take a rein check?  I don' wanna drop anythin' on m' fool self," he said shakily.  "Can we jus'... go home?" he asked.

Nodding, he said, “Sure...”  He knew he was probably going to have to answer to Cyke for what he did to Piotr... unless Piotr didn’t tell.  Taking his hand Logan walked slowly back to the boathouse.  “Y' wanna check on Rogue again?”

Remy closed his eyes.  "I've had enough a feelin' like a slut f' one day, tanks," he griped.

Stopping in the middle of the hall, Logan looked at him.  “What?”

Remy looked away from Logan.  "I jus'... feel so..." dirty.  He walked down the hall without Logan, heading toward the boathouse.  He really wanted a shower when they got back.

Following after him, Logan called, “Remy...  Hey, Remy...” and trotted up along side him, taking his hand again but not making him stop.  “Will ya tell me? In the boathouse?”

Remy nodded his head.  "After a shower," he said and shivered to himself.  He'd felt wanted before, but this was a little much.

Nodding, Logan opened the door once they got to the boathouse and pulled him through, going to the bathroom and starting the shower for him.  He realized that he could be a little overprotective at times.  Remy got a towel, but waited for Logan to leave the room after the shower was started before undressing.  Eyeing him, Logan knew something was up, and crept out of the bathroom, heart feeling a bit heavy.

Remy showered and scrubbed his skin until it was raw... that way he could be sure that the skin he was wearing was different than the skin he had been in a moment ago.  He felt sick.  What if he had gotten into a situation with Peter like he had with Laurie?  Logan would leave him!  He almost started crying in the shower, but stopped himself from making any noise.  The hedonistic egoist he was, he liked the idea of being desired by so many... even was flattered by the though of Peter masturbating to his Danger Room session... but the buoying feeling of being desired was just sunk like a rock at the shame of that feeling.  Remy made sure his shields were locked tightly around his mind so Logan wouldn't get any of this.

Wondering what was up with him Logan asked himself if Remy was embarrassed like Peter guessed?  Or even worse...  did he agree with Piotr that Logan was only fit for someone like Sabertooth?  Oh, fuck.

Remy came out of the shower and got dressed before going out to see Logan.  He was dressed pretty conservatively too, with a long sleeved shirt and a pair of his looser jeans.  He was barefoot though.  He plopped on the couch in the living room.

Logan had been doing a bit of cleaning, mainly to keep occupied and cautiously enters the living room.  “Remy?”

"Oui…?"

Wanting to scoop him up in his arms and make love to him until you felt better, Logan just wasn’t getting that cuddly vibe from him at the moment.  “Y'...  Will ya talk to me now?”

Nodding, Remy was resigned to the prospect of explaining his feelings to Logan... who probably had never felt this way before.  Wanting to touch him, Logan resisted.  “What's on yer mind?”  He was noticeably keening towards him, though.

"Remy jus' feel... "  Dieu, I feel like a whore up f' auction.  Everybody wanted him strongly... and there was nothing he could do about it.  Normally, he wouldn’t' mind, but with Logan... he needed that to stop.  He was glad he hadn't been opening up his shields while he was in the Danger Room because otherwise he'd have gotten a mindful of Peter's masturbation and he didn't need to feel that.  He was having trouble with words.

Forgetting about his will to not touch him, Logan gently stroked a lock of his wet hair behind his ear again, then quickly retrieved his hand when he remembered that touching may make him uncomfortable.

Chest squeezing when Logan touched him Remy’s eyes closed in pain.  People just couldn’t keep their hands off him.  "Logan... y' were right... I'm not good enough for y'," he said quietly.

Going still, Logan felt his heart seize up.  Not even having the patience to be tactful, Logan gagged a little and wheezed, “Y' breakin’ up with me, Remy?  If y' are, tell me right now, I don't wanna hear any placating bullshit....”

"I don' want to... but I can' stop people from... wantin' me.  Dat's why I was showerin' wit dat stuff y' hated in N'Awlins— it got rid o' de pheromones."

Logan didn’t really relax; terrified Remy was going to leave him.  “Wh…  Remy, people are going to want you no matter what ya smell like...  I wanted you even when ya stank ta high hell...”

"Den I don' know what I'm gonna do, Logan," he said feeling awful still.  "I feel so—dirty," he whispered.

“Why?  Remy, why?”  He couldn’t help it, and pulled Remy into his lap wrapping his arms around him.

Remy started shaking in Logan's grasp, like he was crying without tears.  "I feel like whore, Logan," he practically did cry then.  After all— he had only sold himself once and that memory made the tears really start to flow.

“Darlin’...  Yer not a whore...  Yer desirable...  It's different.”  Stroking him firmly, he went on, “Look, y' never let Pete touch ya, and Laurie's just a young girl who flung herself on ya...  Yer nothin’ like a whore, doll....” His hands went up to stroke his hair.

Wanting to crawl into Logan's lap and cry that he was, Remy didn't think that would help.  "Cher..." what 'bout Creed?

“What?  What, darlin’?”  He wanted more than anything to assuage his fears, stroking his back repeatedly.  “Tell me...”

"Creed..." y' know 'bout what I did...  How can you wan' me after dat?  Remy was feeling very confused.  It felt like his head was spinning.

Swallowing, Logan cradled his face.  “What about him?”

"Even he wanted me...  Am I jus' a good lookin' piece o' meat?" he asked, his voice cracking.

“Remy...  Creed...  Creed wanted ya for a lot of reasons...  But...” he gave him a sad little smile.  “Yer gorgeous, Remy...  A course people want ya…”  He was a bit confused as to why Remy was so upset, having seen Remy use his good looks to his advantage.

Remy felt... used.  That was it.  "Logan... I feel like... I'm nothin' but m' body t' people.  Feel... insignificant... used," he nearly spat the last word.

His heart hurt at that so badly Logan thought he might throw up.  “Do...  Do you think I use you?”  His mouth got wet in that pre-vomit way.

"What?" he asked, looking up to Logan.  He smiled sadly confused at Logan.  "Non, Logan.  Y' de only one who treats me like a person," he explained, hoping he'd understand.

Swallowing hard, Logan said, “Remy...”  He thought he was so far off the mark, he just had to mutter.  “Remy, even Creed cared about ya a little…”  He knew Remy didn’t want to hear that.

"What?!" he shouted looking at Logan hard.

Bowing his head, yeah, he shouldn't have brought that up.  “I...  I talked to him about it, Remy...  He....”  Oh, Lord, why did I bring this up?  “He liked ya...  As a person....”

"...How?" he growled.  His energy started crackling around him and he had to fight for control of it.

“Darlin', calm down!”  He didn’t want him blowing the place to shards and took his hands.  “Remy...” he shook his head.  “I'm sorry I mentioned it, just forget it, all right?”

"No, I need t' know, or I'll damned go down dere an' ask 'im myself!"  He took Logan from the couch just in case the energy got out of hand, but he saw that it hadn't and relaxed, standing up in the middle of the living room now.  He was still looking at Logan sternly.

Raising his eyebrows, he said, "Maybe you should.”

Remy's lips trembled and he marched out of the boathouse.  "Fuckin' Creed," he muttered along the way to the mansion.

Following him, Logan called, “Remy...”  Dammit.  “Remy, come back...”  He grabbed his elbow.

Remy let himself be stopped.  "What?"

“I...”  He wasn’t very good with words either.  “When yer not so angry, darlin’...  When yer not so angry, maybe you should go talk ta Creed about it...  It might help...”  Pulling Remy against him, he said, “I just don't think it would be good for y' ta see him right now...”  Stroking his neck, Logan didn’t want him to have a heart attack or anything.

"Why do you tink I should talk t' him?" he asked with a knot in his throat.

“Closure.  Catharsis...  I dunno, darlin’...  ‘Cause he may have some things ya need ta hear about what happened between the two of ya...  But I don't think now would be a good time...”

"If it's fer catharsis, now de perfect time, oui?" he said as he broke free of Logan.  He wanted to talk to Creed.  He had no idea what he was going to say... but he needed to do this or he was going to go crazy.

Oh, fuck.  Logan started after him, knowing he couldn’t stop him if he want to go.  Rubbing his hand over face in stress, Logan was not letting him go in there alone.  Remy let Logan follow him down into the halls of the mansion, but when they got to Creed's cell block door, he turned and stopped Logan, putting a hand on his chest.  "Logan... I don' care if y' stay out here, but I don' want y' t' come in.  Y' know I can take care o' myself now.  I'll call y' if I need help, d'accord?"  He seemed calmer, but the fire of anger was still in his eyes.

Watching him, eyes flicking back and forth between Remy’s, Logan had to protest that.  “Remy...  If he wanted to, Creed could get out....”

"How?  Why hasn' he already?" he asked.

“I dunno, darlin’, I just don't wantcha goin’ in there alone....”

Remy sighed and looked at the floor.  "Logan, de reason I don' wancha in dere is so Creed don' ignore me an' use you t' side track me, okay?"

Swallowing, Logan bowed his head and nodded.  “If he don't treat ya right, though, I'm comin’ in there an’ tearin’ his heart out.”

"I'd prob’ly blow it up b'fore y' could get to it," he chuckled before squeezing Logan's shoulder.  Remy knew that Logan could probably hear whatever was said outside the door and was comforted that he wouldn't have to explain what went on to him later.  He went into the cell block and approached Creed.

 

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