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Part 17
WARNING: This part has a Logan/Creed pairing AND a Remy/Peter pairing. If you don’t like these—… skim on past ‘er somethin’. *growls* Sheesh.
Remy was beginning to see why Peter like this Buster fellow as he laughed at another hilarious moment. Laughing as well, Peter was so delighted to share this with him and was disappointed when the credits came, though he was still snickering slightly.
Remy glanced at Peter's clock and started next to him. He hadn't realized it was that late. He would move his things tomorrow, he reasoned, and got uneasily up off of Peter's bed. He was feeling a little awkward now because he didn't want to be alone... but he knew staying with Peter would be a very bad idea. "Thanks fer... lettin' me stay. I see you later, oui?" he asked.
“You're leaving?” He had fancied Remy might fall asleep on his bed and they could cuddle.
"I... really should go t' sleep," he said. It had been a draining day. "I'll come see you tomorrow, non?" he said with a smile. Right now he would have to go back to his room and cry himself to sleep. Or maybe he would go on a heist...? No, it was too late to plan anything like that and he had long been out of the habit of stealing things from random people. That was below him. The image of his room was looking awfully lonely to him though. He pulled himself away from Peter's bed.
“All right... If... if you wish to fall asleep to Buster Keaton, though... I would not stop you... and it might lend to pleasant dreams....” Giving him a small smile, Peter knew he was being obvious but wanted him to stay.
"Non, I really— should go," he said knowing full well what Peter would have liked... and that it would probably be pleasant in the moment. He almost convinced himself that it would be worth it to just jump head long into another relationship like this, but restrained himself. He didn't want to do that to Peter. If he was going to start a relationship with him... he didn’t want him to be just a replacement.
Nodding, Peter said softly with an eyebrow up so Remy would know he was kidding with him, “You do know that I am too damaged to make any moves on you, yes?”
The smile Remy gave let Peter know that he enjoyed the joke, but a note of sadness touched his face and he thought he would start crying right there if he wouldn't have been completely humiliated by it. "Oui," he said and headed the rest of the way to the door. "Anythin' I can do for y' before I go?" he asked. He figured he could maybe get him a midnight snack or a change of bandages... or a glass of water. His eyes crinkled at that last thought, but the pain didn't show more than that.
Starting a little, Piotr remembered, “My bandages! I have forgotten….” Smiling at him, he said, “Thank you for the reminder.” Rising, he intended to do them himself. “Sleep well, Remy”
Remy nodded a little detached feeling and left Peter's room to head over to his own. His was only a couple of doors down.
Starting to struggle with the bandages, Peter thought he should have swallowed his pride and asked Remy to help... I look like a retarded mummy. Swearing in Russian, Peter thought he was going to damage himself further with this and got up and knocked on Remy’s door quietly, in case he was in bed.
As Remy entered his room he noticed that something was wrong with the way he had left the room. Something was missing... his sword!! What happened to his sword? Granted, it was a piece of junk, but it had sentimental value... it reminded him of the sanctity of life. That was the sword he killed Julienne with. He had felt so horrible the moment the light fled from his eyes. The sword helped him to hold onto that moment.
About to go and look for Scott, Remy remembered what time it was when he reached his door. He would be asleep with 'Ms. Freeze.' He looked perplexed at the knock on his door and opened it tentatively. Seeing Peter there— with half exposed, nasty gashes startled him into action. "Pete, what are y'? Lemme help y' wit' dose," he said taking the bandages from Peter.
Chuckling softly, Peter said, “I thought it would be easier than this....”
"De placement o' de wounds make it particularly difficult, oui?" he said as he wrapped the bandage around his torso, noting that Logan had been aiming to kill him. That made him pause and frown. "I'm sorry," he said again. He didn’t want to be responsible for this....
“It is not your fault. I provoked him,” he explained, giving Remy a small smile to show him that he didn’t blame him.
Remy also felt sick when he thought about how upset Logan would be if he knew that Remy was even talking to Peter since they broke up. Remy nodded numbly and finished wrapping Peter up and securing the bandage around him. "Not too tight, is it?" he asked, trying to pull himself out of the emotional slump he just entered.
“No, is good. Hank said for it to be tight, helps it heal.” Smiling at him, Peter looked up at him and saw the sorrow he was trying to conceal and gently touched his cheek. “Be gentle with yourself, Remy.”
Feeling the lurch in his chest at being touched so gently Remy felt frozen in place. "I... know—consciously dat dis isn' my fault... but I can' help but feel dat it is. If I hadn'—" he choked on the words, "fallen in love wit' Logan... den none o' dis mess wouldda happened." Creed would have been able to have his lover back, Logan would have been able to help him get his head on straight and Peter wouldn't have been hurt. He wondered how things would have turned out if he hadn't fallen in love with Logan.
Smiling, Peter said, “I cannot tell you to not feel that way, since emotions do not understand logic. But think of this: Do you think any force in the world could have kept Logan from falling in love with you? He is the most stupidly stubborn man I know.”
"He was in love wit' me f' years, but never said a word," he whispered.
Bluntly, Peter pointed out, “If Rogue were not a lady, he would have beaten up on her, I guarantee.” Smiling, he said, “You remember how he defended Jean from Scott?” He remembered how ridiculous that was.
Remy blinked at Peter. "Y' tink he wouldda— said somethin'...?" So if I was a girl dis whole ting'd be different, he sighed.
Shrugging, Peter said, “Probably. Men do not typically alert straight men that they are attracted to them.” I never wanted you to know I was attracted to you. “Sometimes there are consequences.”
Remy nodded. "Consequences f' alertin' anybody, strait er not, it look like, oui?" he asked a little sadly. "I'm sorry, Peter. I really am. I'll... see you tomorrow?" he asked.
Ouch. “Yes.... of course, Remy... goodnight....” Wobbling off, Peter wanted him so badly. Remy went back into his room and closed the door. Sword forgotten, he went to his bed and hugged his pillow tight, crying himself to sleep.
Waking up in the morning, Peter put a shirt on, since he didn’t want anyone to know he had been wounded and tried to act normally as he went downstairs for breakfast. Ducking out of breakfast early, Peter wanted to avoid questions and invitations— He would be humiliated to explain what happened to him and he went back upstairs to hole up in his room— he felt too shy to go and check on Remy.
Still gripping his pillow Remy woke with a horrid head ache. He drug himself out of bed and took a shower. He wasn't feeling hungry. Once the shower was done, he drug on his colors and headed down to the Danger Room to complete the program he had been running the other day. He got Hank to supervise him.
Watching from the control booth, Hank could see that Remy was struggling, and carefully eases up the difficulty so gently he wouldn't notice. Remy was getting tired as he fought— having not eaten that morning, but still pushed himself until his muscles gave out. He landed on a flip from avoiding a flying droid and collapsed on impact to his knees.
Wincing, Hank should have stopped the program sooner, but stopped it then. “Remy?” Rushing down into the Danger Room, Hank collected him up in his arms. “You haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?”
"I'm... fine, Hank," he panted. "Jus' need ta rest," he said struggling to his feet.
Not letting him walk, Hank said, “I think you and I need to have a long conversation, Remy...” Taking Remy’s hand in his enormous paw, Hank practically drug Remy out of the Danger Room. “Over a warm meal…..”
"I'm not hungry, Hank," he protested, but didn't bother trying to get his hand out of Hank's grip; he knew it was an impossible task.
Hank didn’t care and took him into the kitchen, getting him a steaming plate of eggs and toast and ham. Taking his hand again Hank marched him upstairs to his bedroom. “You will eat, you will shower, we will talk and you will sleep. Understood?”
Blinking at Hank, Remy nodded. He took the plate from Hank's grasp and started shoving food in his mouth that he didn't taste. Gently, Hank admonished, “Chew, Remy.”
Remy put down his fork with a clank. "I'm not a baby, Hank!” He had been chewing, but certainly not as much as Hank would have liked.
Very calmly he said, “I would beg to differ,” because you're certainly acting childish!
Everybody in dis house tinks I'm a kid! Remy almost didn't eat his food out of spite, but found his stomach growling and didn't want to prove Hank right, so he ate, chewing sufficiently, like Hank instructed. Hank would be mad if he found out what Remy was doing with Logan before he was completely healed, that was for sure.
Waiting until Remy was done, Hank then ordered him into the shower. Remy hopped into the shower and took a five minute one, then came out naked after toweling off. He flopped onto his bed and crawled under the covers. With just a little bit of imagination, he could pretend that Logan was there with him, but the illusion didn't last long.
Sighing, Hank said, “Remy. I cannot force you to talk to me, but I hope you understand that I cannot allow you to stop taking care of yourself,” knowing he would, because he’d seen him do it before. “I'm trying to nip the proverbial bud.”
"I know y' care, Hank... I jus'..." miss Logan so much, "wanna be left alone." It's my prerogative t' not take care o' myself.
Hank wouldn’t have agreed with him on that if he heard it. “Very well. I can respect that. Just know that if I see you have not been eating, resting and otherwise taking care of yourself, I will manhandle you in a most unpleasant fashion!”
Remy chuckled with what little humor was in him and nodded. "Threat noted," he said.
“Good.” Scooping him up and hugging him close even though he was naked and a little moist, Hank said, “We all love you, Remy. You can talk to any of us... We're here if you need us.”
"Tanks, Hank," he said quietly feeling his weariness set in at being held.
Stroking his back and letting go of him to tuck him in, Hank said, “Try to sleep,” and ruffled his damp hair. Remy was asleep before Hank left the room.
Asleep on Creed’s barrel chest, Logan was making soft snuffling sounds, his hands curled against Victor’s sides. Victor woke up with Logan against him and felt like he might've died and gone to heaven. He was so cute when he slept and it had been so long since he'd seen it. Muttering and snuffling, Logan pressed his nose into Victor’s neck, curling his wrist into him.
Quietly, Victor petted Logan knowing that it would probably wake him up, but not being able to help himself. Muttering again, waking up a little, Logan said something that sounds like, “Igghn junonn up?”
Victor grinned at Logan's muttering but couldn't figure it out even with super sensitive hearing. Noting that he was awake, he asked, "What was that, Logan?" gently.
Blinking a little, his eyelashes fluttering against Victor’s neck, he asked, “Ghmhgn...?” and sat up a little bit.
"Hey," he greeted.
Flopping down again, Logan sighed, “Hi... Suppose we should... get up and... help.” Victor nodded and waited for Logan to get off his chest. Not moving, in fact Logan snuggled a little more. Victor took that as kind of a small victory and let his arms still around Logan and held him close. He didn't want to wake up either.
All curled up and happy against him, Logan heard someone coming down the hallway to their little corner storage area. Logan scrambled to get off of him, but got his foot caught on Victor’s and ended up crashing to the floor.
"God damnit, Logan!! Watch where yer steppin' in the mornin'!" he shouted as a cover. Grunting, Logan looked up at the hand that was walking in.
A vision of Remy Le Beau walked in and smiled just like the Cajun charmer, although the young man's hair was shorter. "Good morning." He looked around the cabin for something, but apparently wasn't seeing it. "Breakfast on the Mariner is going on in the mess hall right now. It's gobbled up pretty quickly, so you two probably want to get there as soon as possible," he smiled brightly to Logan who was on the floor. The young man left when he didn’t find what he needed, closing their door behind him.
Blinking up at the hand, Logan then looked up at Creed. “D’jou see what I just saw?”
Victor stared at the place the young man had been in awe and nearly started growling. His eyes had been brown though, so it couldn't have been Remy. "Yeah, I saw it." Cajun's gonna haunt me ferever, ain't he?
Sitting up, Logan noted however, “Well... He don't smell like Remy....”
At least there's that, Victor thanked Athena.
Dusting himself off, Logan said, “C'mon, lets eat.” Victor got up and followed Logan out. Going into the mess hall, Logan smiled at all the able-bodied seamen and went through the food line choosing to sit at an empty table. The Remy-look-alike sat one table over and kept looking at Logan. Victor's back was turned to the boy though, so he didn't notice as he ate.
Trying to ignore the boy, but giving him a small smile when he was too obvious to ignore, Logan got cautious about anything that could set Creed off. Victor looked up at Logan and wasn't sure how they were going to fare on this voyage. Not with that piece of Remy roaming around the ship. He kicked himself for thinking— even thinking about hurting one of the crew members. He had promised Logan that he wouldn't, and thinking about it wasn't going to help him restrain himself. He needed to calm down. Logan wasn't about to go off and fuck some ship hand instead of him, he grumbled to himself.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Logan was like 'what's up?'
"Nuthin’... just... Remy," he gestured behind him with his fork. He was surprised that he was able to say his name civilly.
Looking up at the kid... yeah, he was hot. At an earlier time I'd take him into storage and fuck him, but not anymore. “He's not Remy, Creed”
"I know that," he said sadly. He almost felt like he wanted a new start with the kid. Had he the opportunity, he would probably take it to start over with Remy. He had liked the kid after all. His sentimental thoughts showed in his tone.
“Careful, you'll sound like ya miss him.”
Victor looked up at Logan, thinking he heard accusation in his tone. "I don't..." I don't hate the kid any more, Logan. At first I was really jealous... still am. But I still... like him. He was silent other than that.
“Y' don't what, Creed?” Is that kid still lookin’ at me? The Remy-look-alike was still looking at Logan.
"I don't hate Le Beau anymore," he said with a sigh. Maybe sleeping with Logan like that last night had mellowed him out, he didn't know. Maybe it was their distance from Le Beau that made it easier to feel that way. He still felt mildly threatened by the kid, but he didn't hate him like he had when Creed first found out they were lovers. Before Logan had inadvertently let that emotional bomb drop onto him, he had actually respected the boy and his skills.
“Anymore? One night and everything’s cool?” he asked raising his eyebrow at the kid like 'do you want something?'
"I wasn't mad at him until I found out... about you two," he said uneasily, hoping that prying ears weren't prying too much. "I don't know why I don't feel the same way any more... maybe it was because he came and talked ta me about what happened between us all them years ago. Made me think about back then... an' how much I... respected him," he said quietly. The Remy-look-alike had a broad smirk spreading over his features and his stare became more predatory.
Scowling a little, Logan shifted his eyes back to Creed. “So ya wouldn't mind if I called him?”
Victor was a little taken aback by the question, but he shrugged. "No, go 'head," he said quietly and turned back to his food. He felt a little pang in his chest for what the kid thought of him... but Remy had been willing to let Logan go so Creed could get better.... "I think ya should call 'im," he said more firmly.
Nodding, Logan just got up and made his way to the Captain's Office. The captain let Logan use the phone, and then went off to give him a little privacy. Calling the mansion, Logan waited a couple of rings. The phone was answered by Ororo. "Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, this is Ororo Munroe, how can I help you?"
Grinning, Logan asked, “Hey, ‘Ro, how ya doin’?” Please don't hate me, please don't hate me.
"Logan!? Are you all right? Where are you? What's going on?" Ororo had just gotten back from an urgent trip to Africa.
“I'm fine, ‘Ro, just headed for Greece... Hey, is Remy there?” He really didn’t want to go through the whole turmoil with her.
"I will look for him for you," she said and ran to Remy's room. She knocked on Remy's door, but Remy wasn't responding, so she knocked harder. "What???" Remy asked and Ororo opened his door.
"Remy, Logan is on the phone for you." Remy was out of bed and down the stairs before she could get over the shock of how quickly he moved. She was barely able to move out of the way in time to not be bowled over by him. He ran downstairs in his sweats and picked up the phone. "Logan?!" his voice cracked.
Immediately Logan smiled at the sound of his voice. “Hey, baby....”
"Logan..." Remy sounded like he was crying on the other end of the phone, and tears stung his eyes, but hadn't fallen yet. "What's goin' on?" he asked a little more in control now.
“Nothin’... I'm on the ocean.” Smiling, he loved the sound of Remy’s voice even if it was a little hoarse. “I'm an able-bodied seaman-slash-stowaway.”
"W—why?" he asked.
Licking his lips, Logan said, “Remember what I told ya about my son...?”
"Yeah..." he said uncertainly. Logan hadn't told him much.
“Well... Creed's takin’ me ta where he's buried... In Sparta.” He was cradling the phone like it was Remy.
"Ohhh," he breathed unsteadily into the phone. "Take a while by sea, non?" he asked.
“Yeah... couple a weeks...” He swallowed a little, wanting to kiss him. “I, uh... I'm gonna git yer sword fixed.”
"Dat's where my sword went!" Remy caressed the microphone of the phone wanting to feel Logan's skin instead. "I... I miss you," he said quietly, his heart aching.
Giving a breathy smile, Logan nuzzled against the phone. “I miss ya, too, baby...” He really did; oh, god, he wanted to hold him so badly.
"Logan... I—" I wan' you back! Please tell me y'll come back... I know I'm jus' bein' selfish, an' I know y' can't... but I wan' y' t' com back so badly.... "You... havin' any luck wit' Creed?" he asked to change the subject from his feelings.
“I... Yeah... He seems ta be normalizin’...” Giving a slight smile over the phone, he continued, “But ah... there's this kid on the boat, kinda looks like you... it's makin’ him edgy...”
"Like me?" he asked. "Really?"
“Yeah... Without the eyes or the accent an' all that... don't smell as good as you, either...” Logan was obviously still smitten with Remy.
"Logan..." Y' not gonna... Remy didn't allow himself to finish that thought. "I... I made such a big mistake, Logan..." Remy cried into the phone.
Gut squeezing up, Logan wanted to hold him. “Darlin’? Don't cry... Baby....” Shifting, he wished he was with Remy so badly. “What's wrong? What mistake?”
"Lettin' you go," he said sadly. He didn't know if Logan could ever come back... not with Creed on his heels like he was. It was selfish of him to even say that. Logan needed to be able to devote his attention to Creed— to give him everything the madman needed, and Remy knew that.... he just felt so awful. He wanted to tell Logan that it was okay if he slept with Creed, but he couldn't get the words to come out.
Heart clenching up, Logan couldn’t breathe for a little bit. “I'm comin’ back, darlin’! I love you!”
"Y'— really?" Remy felt like his heart was going to burst. He couldn't breathe— he felt so... relieved.
Sounding almost hurt, Logan said, “Yeah, Remy.... Yeah... Didn't ya know that?”
"It— it all happened so fast," Remy admitted. They had never settled if this was to be a permanent parting or not. Truthfully, Remy hadn't thought Logan would be able to get away enough for them to ever see each other again.
Wincing, Logan said, “Yeah, I know, darlin’.... I just… I dunno what ta do....” He really, really didn’t… he wanted them both. “I'm so sorry, baby....”
"Cher... you know dat it's okay if you... y' know—?" That was as close as he was going to get to giving him permission to cheat on him. He felt much better about it knowing that Logan was planning on coming back. Remy would be okay with anything Logan needed to do in order to get him back.
Logan winced, catching his drift. “Remy... if... when I come back... this time apart is somethin’... I won't ask ya about....” Oh, god, there's my heart, right there, on the floor, still beating... “I mean... just so long as... yer... happy.”
"Logan--I'm not gonna cheat on you!" He admitted that when he thought that Logan was going to be gone forever, he was looking... he knew that he would eventually heal and start another relationship, but now that Logan was coming back... he didn't want to disappoint him. He couldn't bear it.
Wincing, he said, “Ain't cheatin’ if I say you can.” His heart thumped painfully, wanting to be the only man to touch him but not wanting him to resent Logan either.
"Logan... I... I'll hold out as long as I can, oui? I tink you'll have more pressure dan I will in dat respect," he said thinking of Creed versus Peter.
Sadly, he said, “That's not the point, Remy....” Bowing his head, Logan wished he could reach through the phone and touch him. “God, I miss you....”
"I miss you too, Logan. I... I tink get y' point," he paused. "Don' ask, don' tell?" he asked if that was the agreement.
Feeling his throat squeeze up, Logan managed to croak out, “Yeah.”
Remy felt his chest tighten. "I— Aishiteru." [I love you]
Basically hugging the phone now, Logan repeated, “Aishiteru....”
The tears that had been threatening to fall through the entire conversation finally came down and he sniffled into the phone. "Will y'... call me when y' get t' Greece? Maybe gimme a progress report?" he asked with a tight throat.
“A course, darlin’... I'll... I'll send ya postcards, too....” Smiling, Logan tried to elevate Remy’s mood.
Making an affirmative sound into the phone, Remy asked, "Any idea how long y' be gone for?" fearing the answer.
“Well... It'll be a while, baby... Me an' Creed can't go by plane... So unless we get a private jet, we gotta take a boat again... Maybe... two er three months?” Probably three with travel, actually, but he didn’t want to say that to him. Nodding, Remy then realized that he was talking on a phone and made another affirmative sound. Swallowing, Logan asked, “You gonna be all right?” If you say 'no' I may just have to turn this boat right around.
"Oui," he choked out, his voice cracking a bit. He wasn't heartened by the length of time that Logan estimated he would be gone for though.
Softly, Logan said, “I'm... I'm always thinkin’ a’ you, Remy....”
"Oh, cher... I tink about y' too." A lot. "You take care o' y'self... an' Creed, okay?" he asked. He would hate for this whole thing to be in vain.
Nodding, he said, “Yeah... Same ta you... Be sure ya eat enough....” He had seen him do that self-destruct thing, when under stress. “An’... sleep enough.”
"Will be hard t' sleep widout y', cher... but I try," he said.
Smiling, Logan was reluctant to stop talking to him and said again, “I love you....” He would literally kill someone if it meant he could kiss him right then.
"I love you too, Logan," he said equally unwilling to leave the phone. "Logan...?"
“Yeah?” Standing against the wall, Logan’s head was pressed to his forearm.
"When y' get back... will y'... would y' wanna— maybe get... rings?" he asked tentatively knowing how Logan avoided the subject before, but he didn't want to have to go through any of this uncertainty again.
Trembling, Logan said, “I want to, darlin’... I do....” so bad, but I don't know what's gonna happen here!
"Okay... we talk about it more when y' get back," he said recognizing the uncertainty in his voice.
“Yeah....” The captain walked by, telling Logan to cut it short since phone calls cost a mint. “Darlin’, I gotta go....”
"Okay, cher. I love you!" he called before letting him go.
“Love you, too, baby... So much... Bye....”
"Aurecoute," [kind of like, “until I hear from you again.” That's not actually a French word, but it might be understood by a Frenchman....] he said and waited for the other end to be hung up.
“.......Bye.....” Carefully Logan set the phone back in its cradle and proceeded to gently bang his head against the wall.
Across the vast span of water, Remy settled the phone back down where it came from and sank to the floor, hugging his sides, his mind whirling with uncertainty.
The Remy-look-alike crept in on Logan who was banging his head against the wall and looked concerned at him. "You... okay?" he asked in a voice that was so similar to Remy's.
Spinning, Logan thought he was going crazy there for a second, hearing Remy everywhere. Then he saw the sailor and shook his head, a little dizzy from the banging. “No... No, I'm... I mean, yeah, yeah... I'm ok....”
The smile that appeared on his face was a little skeptical and he stepped into the room. "Name's Mark," he said extending his hand.
Nodding, and extending his hand, he said, “Logan,” introducing himself and took Mark’s hand firmly, giving it a shake. Leaning back against the wall, Logan was still a little overwhelmed and teary eyed.
"I wanted to apologize for barging in on you and your room mate this morning. I'm new to the ship and the First Mate sent me to look for something and I... got a little lost." Mark's eyes softened when he noticed the wetness on Logan's face. Biting his lower lip in a gesture that was very unlike Remy, he asked, "Girl?" and gestured to the phone.
“No....” wait... I should've lied. “Well, I mean... no.” Sinking down to the floor, Logan ran his fingers through his hair.
"Hey..." he said comfortingly and sunk to Logan on the floor, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "You wanna talk about it?" he asked with concerned eyes.
Being short with him he said, “No,” and stood up. “Nice meetin' ya.” Mark looked hurt as Logan stood up. He slowly stood up as well... though his eyes lingered on Logan's crotch as he lifted himself. Realizing he was being a bit of a dick, Logan said, “Hey... I'll see ya around, ok?”
Tentatively, Mark nodded and took that as his cue to leave. He went about his duties on the ship. Swallowing, Logan took a moment, watching the kid walk off.... wanting Remy... and dejectedly started down the hall toward the deck. Victor was back in the cabin, watching the waves. Going down to the little storage room, Logan saw him there. “Hey, ya lazy butt.” Creed often found that it was more difficult to smell things on board and ship, what with all the salt smells and the wind... but in the relative stillness of the Mess Hall, he had smelled the familiar scent of arousal from behind where they had sat.
"You gonna ask me ta do some work, 'cause I could use it. Nobody's said squat ta me yet, so quit callin' me lazy," he growled. If he didn't know better, he'd have said that the arousal he was smelling came from that Remy-look-alike, but he couldn’t be sure in the room packed full of men.
“What crawled up your ass?” Logan was already feeling shitty, Creed didn’t want to make it worse.
"Awe, nothin'," he dismissed. He was just feeling edgy around the kid especially since it looked like he might be attracted to one of them. If he was attracted to either of them it would spell bad news.
Nodding, Logan deflated a little. “C'mon... there's gotta be somethin’ fer us ta do topside... These kids don't know how ta run a ship proper.”
Victor smirked at him. "Since when would you know anythin' about runnin' a ship?" he challenged.
Shrugging, Logan said, “Just know it when it ain't right.” He went up top, loving the blast of the fresh air. He nodded a little to the Remy-look-a-like as they passed.
Not missing the exchange, Victor asked, You startin' ta go crazy without yer boy? to Logan in his thoughts, but otherwise ignored it. He did however take a long look at the lean piece of work as he strutted down the hall. Yup— it was him that he smelled the lust on. Now came the task of figuring out what, or who it was for.
Resisting the urge to look over his shoulder at the boy who passed, Logan deflated... he missed Remy so goddamn much, but was so pleased he got a chance to talk to him on the phone. “C'mon... Let's help with the ropes.…” He saw some young men tying the ropes wrong.
"You go ahead, there, Logan. I'm gonna go see what else I can't do." He didn't feel like correcting people who'd been taught how to do something. Victor split up from Logan to find a task for him to do. He found that the Remy-look-alike was on cleanup duty in the kitchen.
Walking up quietly, Logan didn’t say anything, but took a rope, and rinsed it with saltwater before putting it away. The other crewmen look a little abashed and start using the saltwater, too.
Victor stepped up next to the Remy-look-alike and started washing dishes with him. The scent of lust started pouring off the kid in waves and Creed couldn't control the smile that was crawling up his face. The Remy-look-alike cleared his throat and said to Victor, "I'm ah... sorry that I barged in on you and your bunkmate this morning."
"That's okay," Victor responded casually and handed a dish to the side to be rinsed. "You weren't messin' with nothin'," he explained. He heard the heartbeat next to him pick up.
"No?"
"Nah." He's too much of a prude at the moment ta be gettin' randy like a pirate.
“But his... um— his bunk wasn't...." he tried to say, but wasn't able to get out completely.
"His bunk?" That's right! Logan hadn't slept in his bunk last night, so it wasn't messed up. Victor grunted. "Yer pretty observant there, kid. What's yer name?"
"I'm Mark," he said and offered a soapy hand to Victor. Victor shook it and introduced himself. "So are you and he...." he asked and hoped that Victor would finish his sentence for him.
Victor sighed. "I wish. We're not exactly at that stage in our relationship yet, if ya know what I mean," he explained.
"Oh. I see. Still, you have something to look forward to. I don't even have that," he said kind of sounding sorry for himself, kind of sounding like he might be offering if Victor chose to see it that way.
"You uh... on the top bunk or on the bottom bunk?" Victor asked in code and the young man laughed at him, putting a dry wrist over his mouth to hide his smile.
"You have too nice of a smile ta hide it, Mark," he said gently.
Mark set his wrist down and smiled brightly at Victor. "I think I’d choose the bottom bunk." Victor's smile wasn't exactly predatory, but it was close to it.
"Glad ta hear it," he smirked and Mark smirked conspiratorially back. "Workin' in the kitchen do ya get sneak peaks at what desert is gonna be?" Victor asked.
"From what I've heard from people who've been on the ship before, there's no such thing so— looks like we're going to have to come up with desert ourselves," he smiled innocently.
"I could go fer that."
"So could I," Mark echoed.
Victor let himself look at the kid and noticed how young he looked. He was much like Remy when he first met him so many years ago— so young looking. He noticed that he was staring and tore his gaze away to concentrate on the dishes. It was relaxed work and Victor had that familiar feeling of working alongside his lover on a ship— though this boy was hardly his lover yet... but he was entertaining the thought. He wondered how Logan would react. He'd probably be relieved. Than again, he would probably be angered that he was interested in somebody who looked just like his own lover.
They started talking about more mundane things like where Mark came from and what he was doing on a ship bound for Europe anyway. He said that he wanted to get out of the states and to see the world but didn't have the money to do it. Working his way, he figured that he would be able to support himself and travel a little.
Coming in, a little wet from the ropes, shirt sticking all over himself Logan was immediately struck with the scent of arousal that had already been generated, and looked at the two of them sharply, “Hi,” he scowled.
"Oh, hey, Logan. Mark was just tellin' me how he's gonna travel around the world, ain'tcha kid?"
Mark smiled at Victor and looked at Logan a little shyly. "Well, that's what I figured would be the best way. I have to learn a couple of languages to get by though, so I've gotten some language tapes to listen to."
"What languages you wanna learn?" Victor asked him amiably and turned back to the dishes.
"I figured I'd start with Spanish... is that a good one?"
"Sure, that or French," he said. After all, French used to be the language of diplomacy, but it wasn't so much any more. Victor acted like nothing in the world was up.
Licking his teeth, almost growling, Logan thought, now you're fucking flirting in front of me, and turned on his heel and marched out. He started doing some heavy body work to vent his anger. Almost throwing the crates that normal men need two men to carry, Logan was really fucking pissed off, and he might gut someone who got too close. Eventually the other crewmen just sat back and watched him tear through it, since he had enough energy in his anger to do all their work combined. Snarling a little Logan suspected the other crewmen didn’t want to get too near him, either because he was visibly dying to lash out with his claws at something—preferably Creed, he thought, finishing with the cargo. He just stood there, chest heaving and glowering in Victor’s general direction.
Victor smirked and turned his attention to Mark, but Mark was looking at Victor oddly. "He seemed kind of upset...."
"Yeah, but he's gonna have ta get over it eventually." He's the one who doesn’t want a relationship with me in the first place. He should be encouraging' me ta sleep with this kid!
"I though... you said that you wanted a relationship with him...?" Mark ventured.
"I did, kid. But he... doesn't want one with me."
"You're sure? Why was he sleeping in your bunk last night?"
That made Victor think. "He just wanted company. He's just usin' me," he said a little angry.
"Maybe... you should go talk to him about it. It's about time for us to take a break so... why don't you, Victor?" Mark looked concerned.
Victor nodded. "Yeah... I'll do that." He headed out in search of Logan after drying his hands on a towel. "Logan?" he called on the deck and sniffed about for him. He found him a moment later and saw how upset he looked. Just standing there, Logan was very still, glaring venomously. "C'mon," he motioned with his hand. They needed to talk, but they didn't need to talk with everybody staring and in the way.
Folding his hand into a fist Logan gently rested it against Creed’s stomach. Ejecting his claws into him so they went through his entire body, and poked out the back, Logan didn’t tear his shirt in the back, and snarled, “That's all I gotta say ta you. Don't bleed too much.” He pulled his claws back in and stalked down into the hull.
Cringing in pain Victor tried to hide from the other members of the crew. He staggered into the kitchen where it was mostly deserted... mostly except for Mark. "Victor!!!" he shouted. "I'll call the surgeon," he said and made to leave, but Creed held his arm.
"No—Mark. I'll be fine. Look, it's healin' right now," he said as he pulled his hand away and lifted up his shirt. Mark stared at him in awe.
"You're a..."
"Yeah. I'm sorry, Mark," he said sadly. Mark would run away now and he let go of him so he could, but Mark just stood there.
"What happened? That didn't look like a ship injury..."
"Wasn't. Logan was madder than I thought," he said.
Mark frowned at him. Logan did this? "You shouldn't be bunking with him, Victor—he's dangerous."
"I'll be all right. He can beat me up, but he hasn't killed me yet," he said.
"I... don't want to see you hurt," he said with emotionally cloudy eyes.
"Awe, kid.... It's really complicated right now...."
"Will you tell me about it? After dinner tonight maybe? Then you can stay in my bunk if you... don't feel comfortable going back to him...."
"Nah. I better not. Logan'll just get even madder and I wouldn't want ta get you in trouble with him."
Mark nodded. He didn't know why he cared about this big man but he felt like... Victor would protect him. Victor stared at the boy for a little longer and finally dragged himself up. "I better go down and see if he's calmed down enough to talk. Will ya do me a favor and clean up all this blood and not mention it to anybody?" Mark nodded and grabbed a rag, looking at the floor while Victor headed out the door.
Creed went down to their bunk to see if he could actually talk to Logan in a manner resembling civility. Pacing around in the hull, Logan’s claws were fully extended, but he knew he couldn’t leave any permanent marks. Creed sure as hell wouldn't! Logan wondered where the hell he was and why he hadn't come down to grovel for forgiveness.
"Hey. You gonna gut me again, 'cause I could just leave now if ya are," he said on entering.
Logan was still and glaring, waiting for him to come through that door, but this time his claws were out.
“You'd better start explainin’ yerself quick.”
"What? I thought you'd want me ta find somebody else, Logan. You sure as hell aren't plannin' on stayin' with me," he stated.
Wielding a claw at him, Logan shouted, “That ain’t the point!! D'you have any idea what I sacrificed ta come out here with you!? You have any idea what I gave up ta try an' help you!? You'd better fuckin’ appreciate that, Creed, cause I'm not here for a fuckin’ pleasure cruise!! If you don't need me as much as you wanna fuckin’ pretend ya do, I'm getting’ outta this fuckin’ boat and swimmin’ home if I fuckin' have to!! I gave up Remy ta help you an’ now you're fuckin' sniffin’ around someone else!! Or maybe ya think Mark can take that homicidal rage outta you with is fuckin’ boy ass!!”
Victor looked at the floor at Logan's feet. "I do appreciate it, Logan. I thought... that was what you would want. I hadn't thought it through and I was just talkin' to the boy. I still need... ta make peace with you. Needed ya ta show me how ta control myself... but it don't look like you got as much o' that as you were boasting."
“Fuck you, Creed, I don't kill fer sport! Goddamnit!!” Pacing, Logan pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I could be with Remy right now...” His eyes snapped up to him. “Is this some power play on yer part!? Ta prove ya can just threaten me a little an I'll do what ya ask!? Fuck you, Creed, Fuck!! You!!” Claws pulled in, he smashed his fist into the bulkhead of the ship with those last two words, actually denting it a little.
"Logan...." Victor huffed and went to sit on his bed. He didn't know what to do. "I don't get it. I don't get what ya want me ta do, Logan. I try ta do what I think ya want... but it just ends up hurtin' ya, and I don't want that... So you need ta tell me what to do, Logan." He looked up at Logan seriously.
Turning to look at him, Logan leaned against the dent he made, cooling a little. “Well, I know fuck all about you, Creed. I still don't know if ya really want my help or if yer really fuckin’ with me. If ya need me ta stay sane or yer just fuckin’ greedy. I mean, what? You tryin' ta make me jealous so I'll let ya fuck me??” Huffing, Logan stroked his hand over his face.
"I... wasn't tryin' ta make ya jealous... wasn't even sure if you would be…."
Grinding his teeth a little, Logan growled, “I didn't come all the way out here so you could find yerself a boyfriend. You could do that on yer own.” He sighed a little. “An’ fer the record, I wasn't jealous! I'm not!” He was a little.
"You came out here so I could show you Anchius's grave, Logan," he said hoping to remind him that his motives weren't entirely altruistic. "And you came here ta help me."
“Yeah, I came here fer both, Creed! But I lost Remy fer you an’ that's what I care about.” His heart still ached for him. “So, if ya want me, I'm here for ya. If ya don't, lemme go home.”
"I said that I would try ta get better an' that's all I been doin', Logan. The best I know how. You think I know what's best? You think I know how ta fix me? I don't. But you been through this before, Logan. Would ya just... talk ta me about what ya did fer you ta overcome the rage?" Victor didn't want Logan to go home just yet. He didn't want to be without his comfort. He decided that he was just going to have to ignore Mark if that's what Logan wanted. "I dunno... maybe Remy could fly ta Greece an' meet us there...."
“Nah....” He approached him slowly, knowing if Remy were here, Logan would only pay attention to him. “I...” he sighed, frustrated. “I want ta help you, Creed.” He was standing in front of Creed, so his head was level with Logan’s stomach and leaned over a little to get a good sniff of him.
"Then tell me what I need ta do, Logan? If it's ta stay here in this room with ya the whole way, I'll do that." If what I need ta do is try an' ignore ya so I can get ready ta live without ya, I'll do that too....
Snorting, Logan said, “No. I just... thought ya were takin’ me fer granted... makin’ fun a’ me....” Pressing his nose into Victor’s hair, Logan relaxed at the way he smelled.
"I'm not makin' fun o' you." He wasn't sure about the taking him for granted though. Maybe he was.... "C'mere," he said and pulled Logan onto the bed with him, laying back on it.
Jerking and wriggling a little bit, Logan finally settled down against him and grunted a bit. “Ya better not be... don't like bein’ made fun of....” Blinking he looked up at him, “And I hate bein’ taken fer granted.”
He really thought it was just his conscious mind trying to come to grips with the thought of Logan not being around any more, but maybe there was more to what he was feeling and thinking. "Logan... no matter what happens... I'll always love you," he said with a brush of a finger across his cheek. "It don't matter if one or both of us moves on... that's always how I'll feel."
“............. Are you sayin' yer not gonna go crazy if I'm not with ya?”
Victor looked at Logan's mouth instead of his eyes. "It ain't road tested yet, but... I'm startin' ta feel... more okay with the idea. Will I still get ta see you? Just— as friends... old lovers?" he asked, fear touching his voice.
Sitting up, Logan threw his feet over the edge of the bunk. “Fuck. Sure, Creed. Whatever ya want.” Holding his head in hands, he stared at the deck.
Victor sighed. "Do you want me ta be head over heels with you or not, Logan? 'Cause I'm startin' ta feel as tossed around as you!"
Looking at him over his shoulder, he said, “I just want ya ta be honest! If ya want me, want me! If ya don't, lemme go!”
"Logan, I will always want you. I want you this very second! But you won't let me do anything about it, will you?" he growled.
Staring at him for several moments out of the corner of his eye, Logan leaned forward, tipping his head and giving Creed a deep, sweet kiss. Victor whimpered and brushed Logan's cheek. Gods he wanted him so badly! Grumbling a little, Logan put his hands on Creed’s hips and slid them up under his shirt, slowly crawling on top of him.
Victor's heart was beating wildly. He started running his hands up Logan's sides and feeling more frantic. "Logan..." he mumbled against his lips.
Feeling his frenzy, Logan stroked his neck, saying softly, “Shhh, relax, I ain' goin’ nowhere....” He pulled his shirt off quickly before kissing him again. Victor moaned and felt up Logan's front, playing with his nipples, letting his tongue slide into Logan's mouth.
Purring at that, Logan started rocking his hips into Creed and reached for his belt buckle. One hand was playing with Logan’s nipples and the other reached down into his jeans, just brushing the small of his back. Victor's heart skipped a beat as Logan undid his pants. He couldn't believe how good Logan felt and his hips bucking against him was just heaven.
Shifting to push Creed’s pants off, Logan started biting and nibbling along his neck, working on the fly of his jeans, making soft purrs and growls. Victor growled and slid Logan's pants off of him and lifted his hips up so he could get out of his. He flipped Logan over to the side of the bunk so they were laying side by side. They could get each other's clothes off then.
Naked before him, Logan felt a little vulnerable, watching him patiently. “You still have yer shirt on.” Victor peeled it off him in a nanosecond, having forgotten that he was still wearing anything, and felt his heart soaring at being naked with Logan again. It had been so long since he had seen Logan like that. He stared at him to make sure he was the same as he always remembered, but of course he was.
"You're so damned gorgeous," he whispered.
Raising an eyebrow, Logan said, “Never been called that before...” Letting his eyes trail down Victor’s body, Logan was pretty impressed— he was so fucking huge all over. Stroking up his sides, and around to cup Logan’s ass, Victor felt that this was so... right. He smirked at Logan's reaction. He wasn't going to bring up Remy at the moment though— that'd get him an ass kickin' real quick.
"You are, ya know."
Jerking a little when Creed squeezed his ass, Logan said, “Ain't been a bottom in a long time, bub... Go easy on me.”
"I ain’t gonna make ya bottom, Logan. I want ya inside me…." He remembered that the few times he had let Logan they had both liked it, but Creed had always been pretty riled up. And he was riled up then.
Quirking an eyebrow, Logan said honestly, “I wanna do it like we usually did it... I wanna remember what it's like ta... ta be with ya....” He thought it would have to trigger something, seeing as it was so different.
Victor wanted Logan to possess him and didn't want to scare him either. "Ya sure I won't scare ya?" he asked gently.
Grinning, he said, “Takes a lot more than you ta scare me, bub....” Looking down at his dick... ok, he was a little scared, but certainly not enough to stop. Trailing a hand down his chest Logan grabbed his dick. “Impressive.” He begrudged admitting it.
"Ya always liked it— so ya told me." He figured they would need some pretty heavy lubrication though and he quirked an eyebrow and scooted down to lick at Logan's cock. "Awe, y' taste good," he moaned as he lapped at the tip
“Shit...” He started panting pretty hard, pushing his cock towards Creed’s lips wantonly, but at the same time looking around for something to grease me up. “Gotta...” he huffed, “Have somethin’....”
"Mmm," Victor agreed as he sucked Logan in and made the affirmative noise around his hard cock. Eyes crossing, Logan loved having his cock sucked. Victor was considering using a natural form of lubrication if they couldn’t' find anything useful around the bunk area....
Snarling and huffing, Logan sank his fingers into Victor’s hair. “God, yeah....” He had been sexually frustrated since not having Remy and desperately needed release, especially with all the lusty scents wafting around the boat. “S' good....”
Sucking hard at Logan Victor hoped that he would cum in his mouth... then he'd get to taste Logan, which he hadn't done in years and he'd get to have some lube. Victor was so hard from just tasting Logan and having his hardness in his mouth— it was so familiar, such bliss.
Running his hands down his chest, Logan toyed with his nipples a little before gripping onto Creed’s hair and thrusting harder into his mouth, sweating slightly, and grunting incoherently. His mouth was so huge. Victor's hands went around caressing Logan's ass. He loved the shape of it and how his body quivered. He would have smiled had he been able to divert the attention to doing so. Instead, he was far too impassioned to spare any attention to anything but Logan’s thick cock. It was certainly not as big as Creed's, but it was thicker than most. Victor growled and let the vibrations run through Logan's entire body. He ran his hands from his butt up his sides, having missed the feel of his skin.
Logan could just feel Creed’s worship of him, and suddenly had a quick flash of what could have been a time before— maybe it was part of that dream, but he remembered the smell of him and sex and extreme pleasure and the memory was enough to make him arch up and come into his throat, snarling savagely.
That's what Victor missed most! He missed the way Logan convulsed in his grasp, he missed the taste of him, he missed the cries of intense pleasure... he missed Logan so much and any thought he ever had about Mark or Remy or anyone else he'd ever been attracted to just flew out the window and he knew that he belonged to Logan. Trembling pretty badly in the throes of pleasure, Logan was still hard in Victor’s mouth. Relaxing his grip on Creed’s hair Logan ended up just stroking him, loving the way his hair fell over his hips like a waterfall. “Fuckin' hell....” His chest was heaving.
Making sure to keep the cum securely in his mouth so they could use it, Creed wanted to be inside Logan so badly now. He wanted to possess Logan as he felt possessed. Logan’s words washed over Victor and he did manage a slight smirk around Logan's cock.
Blinking heavily, and getting up on his elbows to look at him, Logan asked, “What... What're you doin’?” Taking his hair, Logan pulled on it a little. Victor smirked at Logan. He couldn't exactly speak, so he lifted Logan's legs up and spread his legs gently. Licking at his as cheeks, with a mouth closed around the cum he had, he wound his way slowly to Logan's opening, letting him make any objection that he needed to.
A little tenser, knowing what he was doing, Logan swallowed hard and tried to relax. His chest still heaving, he managed to grunt out, “Never let... anyone near there b'fore....” He got incredibly testy and maybe a little claw-y whenever anyone moved in that direction. Victor licked down to Logan's opening and relaxed his mouth so that all of the cum he had from Logan could pour out of his mouth. Tongue now more free, he let it slide into Logan as far as it could, which was more than a normal person would have been able to. He gently pushed the cum inside him and let his saliva accompany it so the whole area was well slicked with natural lubrication.
Making a soft noise, Logan clamped down nervously on his tongue, but used his force of will to not jerk away. "You okay, love?" Victor asked gently before licking up his perineum to Logan's balls and lapping at them.
“Yeah... I just...” he panted, wincing, “Your tongue's huge...”
"You better relax a lot then," 'cause my cock is about five times as big. "How about you try your finger then?" he asked. That way, Logan could control things a little more and he wouldn't get scratched from Victor's claws. Sometimes he hated them. He would have to do something to get them removed.
Carefully reaching down, Logan was definitely nervous. “Never done this, Creed....” Shifting uncomfortably, he pushed a finger in, wincing and tried to think of what he did to Remy, groaning and wiggling a little. Victor leaned over Logan and kissed him as Logan was wriggling. He sucked Logan's tongue into his mouth and played with it and let a hand play with his nipples a little.
Liking that, Logan pressed his finger up further, kissing Victor hard. He could sit on this finger easily and tried to push in another one, wincing again. “Shit... Haven’t done this since... well... you...”
"Breathe, love," Victor cooed smoothly. He didn't know why this would be so uncomfortable for him, but wasn't going to push him.
“Yeah....” he growled, spreading his legs open, gripping onto Creed’s shoulder. He didn’t know why he was so nervous about this, either and got a third finger up him. “Creed....” he moaned grabbing his hair in his fist, giving him a harsh, passionate kiss.
Victor growled at the passion and returned it, letting his hands flow all over Logan. He loved the way his hands gripped his hair so it hurt, but it wasn't unusual for them. There had always been a little bit of pain intermixed with their passion... when they were too absorbed in each other to notice that they were being a little rough. Setting his hand on Logan's, he moved Logan's fingers in and out of him gently, causing the friction Logan had always gone on and on about being the best part.
Grunting, Logan pushed his hips hard into Victor, and rubbed against him. “Creed… Fuck me....” he said hooking his knees over Victor’s hips.
The request shot electricity from Victor's ears down into his groin. He had wanted to hear that for such a long time. He leaned over Logan and gently pushed in feeling a lot of resistance still. Victor grabbed Logan's cock, and massaged it with a saliva soaked hand as he penetrated him. He was so incredibly tight! Interrupted moans were ripped from him and he kissed Logan as he slid past the tight rings of muscle that prohibited his access. He was almost unable to control himself! He had Logan again! His arms came to rest on either side of him and he supported himself and hugged Logan at the same time.
Snarling against his shoulder, because it hurt, Logan scraped his nails down his back. “C'mon... do it... Fuck's sake, do it!!” Victor started sliding inside Logan and fucking him. It felt so wonderful! He could feel him clench around him familiarly and hoped that the sliding motion brought back... at least familiar feelings, if not actual memories. He felt himself brushing up against the nub at the back of him and felt Logan clench up whenever it was brushed across.
Not only did Logan clench up, but he actually bit into Victor’s shoulder and throws head back with a loud bark, “Creed! Fuck! Yes!” Thrashing a little, Logan never let anyone touch him like that before, and was a little overwhelmed. Logan was grabbing at him like he might explode.
"Awe!!!" Victor hissed into Logan's ear when he was bitten. That couldn't stop him from enjoying the sheath of his old lover. His thrashing and shouting made Victor's heart soar. With the encouragement, he rammed into Logan harder, but not anything near as hard as some of the times they had while in the height of their relationship. It still felt wonderful!
Running fangs along Creed’s neck and lifting his hips into him, Logan started struggling to overthrow him and get Creed under him. Victor smiled a little and obliged Logan, rolling underneath him. He couldn't wait to see what he would be like on top. However it turned out, he was sure that he would drive Victor nuts. He ran his hands over Logan, loving his moving body.
Snarling, Logan grabbed the top of the springs from the bed above and started thrashing on him, driving him deep and directing him exactly where he wanted it, roaring like a beast and thrashing hard—he may be bottoming for him, but he was always a top.
Logan looked incredible over him like that, thrashing his body all around. feeling like he was going to cum from just the sight of it, Victor wanted the incredible moment to last just a bit longer so he controlled what could have turned into an orgasm and started pumping up into Logan. God, the way he slid over his hips—Victor felt down Logan’s thighs and up to his ass to feel those globes of flesh and squeeze them. He looked into Logan's face.
Eyes clenched shut, Logan then looked down at Creed with that ravenous, the-animal-has-taken-over look, and stared at him like a predator thrashing madly against him. “Creed....” he growled out and fell over him, hands on either side of his head, and slowing down his hips just to drive Creed crazy.
"Aaah!!" Victor moaned. His face looked gorgeous contorted in pleasure like that. He even liked the look of the beast that had taken over. As far back as either of them could remember they had always had a predatory relationship. Logan did drive him crazy as he slowed. Grabbing onto Logan's hips Victor tried to encourage him to move, but Logan was being stubborn.
Growling lowly and dangerously, Logan started shifting his hips around in circles, trying to keep eye contact with Creed, but sometimes it felt so damn good he couldn’t keep them open, and his lips trembled hard. Taking Creed’s hands on Logan’s hips he let Creed know it was all up to him. Victor squeezed Logan's hips and removed his hands from them to let him know that he acknowledged Logan's place. He let a hand start playing with Logan's cock and the other ran up his body to a nipple. He wanted to give him such pleasure!
Liking that, Logan grabbed his hand from his nipple and brought it to his mouth, biting and kissing it all over, then pressing it back against his nipple. “Creed....” He locked eyes on him again. Victor just lost it then. Logan’s lips and tongue had felt so good, and that look Logan was giving him set his entire body on fire and he surged inside Logan. His hips rocked up uncontrollably into him as Victor came deep inside him. He made a sound somewhere between a moan and a roar, thrashing underneath Logan.
Hitting his head on the top bunk, Logan ground his teeth and thrashed against the last of Victor’s erection, making him stroke Logan off. He came on Creed’s chest and nipples, snarling like a werewolf.
Awareness faded back up on Creed and he slid his wet hands up Logan to hug him tightly. He truly felt in that moment that he belonged to Logan again... and that at least in some small way— Logan belonged to him. Panting against his chest, Logan was slowly coming back to himself and muttered, “You... hit my... head on the... thing....”
"Sorry 'bout that..." he mumbled. "You okay, Logan?" he asked, using his name, hoping that for the first time in fifty years he would use Victor's. His hand traveled up to his head to make sure he was all right, even though he knew it would heal.
Growling against him a little like he was angry, but just kidding Logan shifted a little, so his soft cock flopped out. “Not bad,” he commented. Victor shuddered at that as aftershocks poured into him
Licking his neck over and over, like he was cleaning Creed off, Logan grabbed his hair to make him move his head around. After he could speak, Victor said, "I'm glad you... liked it." He went with Logan's directions and sighed happily, still rubbing his sides. Now he was ready for some serious cuddling.
Biting along his neck and shoulders before finally settling down, naked as a jaybird atop him, Logan was grumbling happily. “Was it... good for you?” He was a little self-conscious because he hadn't bottomed in so long.
Victor smirked and pushed Logan away so he could look at him. "Are you kiddin'?" he asked stroking the side of Logan's face. "You were so beautiful there I had ta stop myself from cummin' a couple a times. You were so good, Logan," he praised, his fingers brushing over Logan's lips.
Letting his eyes flutter closed, Logan bit on his thumb. “I think I... really remember you... in my body... body memory....” Victor was really happy about that and he smiled brightly.
"That's good, love," he said and enjoyed the biting of his thumb. He didn't know how many things Logan was going to find that were like that though. There were so many things he could remember how to do— like sculpting or playing that damned fife. He smirked at the memory of the annoying fife. He wasn’t going to tell Logan about that one for a long time.
Shifting a little and bowing his head, Logan carefully crawled off of him with shaky legs, and used the bedsprings from the top bunk to lift himself up. Victor scooted over to make room for Logan to lie beside him. Not lying down, Logan in fact, got off the bed and went to find his pants. “We should get back... up... they'll be lookin’ for us.”
Victor stared at Logan for a moment and nodded. He got up and cleaned up and got dressed after he had watched Logan get dressed. Once they were ready, Victor tried to put on a grumpy face, but just wasn't able to pull it off. He didn't want to stray from Logan's side again, and he stuck by him when they were assigned to work.
Peter was sneaking downstairs to put his dishes away, not wanting to be bothered, so was very sneaky. The children weren’t quite up yet, so it was safe for him to be conspicuously staying out of possible view.
Remy felt much more... and much less like eating as he made his way into the kitchen. He knew that Logan wouldn't pry into this time... but he certainly didn't want to start a relationship with Piotr only to have Piotr's heart dashed to pieces upon Logan’s return. He was sulking as he looked around for something to shove in his stomach. Maybe he would just jump-start his night life. Hmmm... that might work. He should take Piotr out and get him a boyfriend or something— he looked normal enough so he wouldn’t have to worry about all the mutant hatred crap.
Creeping in, Piotr nearly dropped everything at the sight of him. “Remy! I did not see you there!”
"Didn' mean t' startle y', homme," he said thinking how ironic it was for the subject of his musings to walk right in. He looked a bit flustered too. Remy's throat still felt tight.
Nodding, Piotr put his dishes in the sink. “How are you?” he asked very carefully.
Confused—and torn. He decided to answer his question by telling him what he knew. "Logan's comin' home in 'bout a month or two."
Piotr’s heart sank “... Oh....” He smiled. “That must make you very happy.”
Remy half chuckled in a sarcastic way and leaned against the wall, afraid he might fall down it. If only it were dat simple... He wanted to let out some of his frustration and his energy, but it just wouldn't be possible with anyone in the mansion. Once Logan got back, he would be drawn to him invariably. "Relieved... but—“ not. "Say Peter... y' wanna go t' New York wit' me some night?" he asked. Maybe they could both get out some of their frustrations, maintain their friendship and not complicate things that way.
Going a little weak in the knees, Piotr said, “I... I would love that... Remy....”
"D'accord. Lemme know when y' wanna go," he said and drew himself off the wall and headed down into the Danger Room. He hoped to be able to actually complete a session this time and get some of this energy out and hopefully the exertion would clear his head.
Watching after him longingly, Piotr wondered if this was his dream come true.
Waiting in the locker-room, Piotr was struggling to get the bandages off his sticky wounds. After his session was done, Remy was sweating like a racehorse as he came out of the Danger Room. He stumbled in on Piotr and stepped over to him. "You need some help dere, Peter?" he asked.
Smiling sweetly at him, Piotr was entirely smitten with him. “Thank you, Remy... I cannot take a shower with them on....”
"Oh," he said and realized afterward that it should have been obvious. "Here," he said and helped to remove the bandages. "How long Hank say dese gon' take ta heal?" he asked as he worked.
“In a day or two I can take the bandages off... in a week or so, I get the stitches taken out.” He smiled at Remy, wanting to hug Remy to him. “Are you... heading toward the showers?” Oh, god, oh, god! Softly, Peter said, “I won't leap on you in the shower, I swear on my honor as a gentleman.”
Remy pursed his lips and swallowed. He was quiet for a moment while he thought about it. He certainly was planning on it, but now that Peter was there.... Warring thoughts raged inside him. He had wanted to give Peter a look at him, but... he didn't want to hurt the man either, and that was all that would happen if he led him on. "Peter... I don' wanna hurt you," he said quietly and leaned away from him, bandages fully off then.
Carefully, Piotr brushed Remy’s hair behind his ear. “I know you do not wish to hurt me.”
"Peter... I meant... I don' wanna lead y' on. I would love t' show y' everythin'... t' even kiss you, but—I..." I can't hurt a friend like dat.
Heart picking up, Piotr put his hands on Remy’s hips, thinking he might just faint. “If you wish to, I will not stop you.”
"What I'm tryin' ta say, Peter, is dat... if I get involved wit you... it'll only be for a month er so. When Logan gets back—I love him," he supplied hoping that explained it. "So... I don' wanna hurt you...."
Thinking that Remy was so delectable, he said, “I can live with that.” Gripping him tightly, Piotr pulled Remy against his wounds and kissed him hard and passionately.
Remy's stomach wrenched as Peter said that. He admitted that he was attracted to the big man—who wouldn't be; he had an incredible body. When Peter pulled him against him and kissed him though, Remy nearly melted. He pressed his tongue to Peter's mouth, asking his lips to be let in.
Hardly able to breathe; Remy felt so good, Piotr pulled Remy flat against him and lifted him off the ground a little. He let him into his mouth, twining his tongue with Remy’s.
Feeling light headed as Peter kissed him Remy held onto him tight. He eased away from Peter slowly and whispered to him, "Peter... Y' wounds... you okay?" he asked, not wanting to hurt them. He also wanted out of his uniform.
Nodding, Peter didn’t bother with words, and started struggling with Remy’s uniform, since his wounds were sticking to it. He managed to bare his shoulders, cradling Remy’s head and tilting him to kiss him deeper and more thoroughly.
Remy thought he was going to faint! Peter had him off balance—literally and he could have fallen over at any second had it not been that Peter held him so closely. He moaned against Peter's lips and started feeling along the pristine skin that was so smooth, around his shoulders and back, down to his waist.
Pushing his uniform all the way off, Piotr got rid of his towel, and stumbled with him over to the showers, turning on the hot water. Pushing him up against the wall Peter started kissing down Remy’s chest, saying his name over and over and over.
Peter's voice was like fire in Remy's ears. His lips felt so nice as they trailed down his body. They were wet and Remy could feel his raging hard-on against Peter's hard body and he could feel Peter's turgid rod against his leg as Peter knelt in front of him. Remy's body jerked, his hips moving toward Peter.
Nipping and nibbling along Remy’s hipbone, Peter panted against his cock, it was so beautiful, and he sucked it down his throat and took a long pull. Remy shouted and it echoed around the tiled room. His mouth! It was so good! His hips jerked more and he couldn't help but fuck Peter's mouth. "Peter," he moaned out in a whisper.
Pleased that Remy remembered his name, that he was not Logan, Peter fondled his bottom even trailing his fingers across his hole. Peter groaned around Remy’s cock. Remy whimpered when Peter caressed his entrance. The vibrations sent through him reached from his cock all the way back to his ass. They were going to need something if they wanted to go all the way, but Remy had started keeping lube in his jacket since Logan had pounced on him by surprise twice now. He didn't know how he was going to convey this to Peter though.... Remy's hands caressed Peter's short hair.
Happy just to suck on him, Peter took him all the way down his throat, and tickled his perineum. Pulling off Peter moaned Remy’s name.
"Peter..." he swallowed. He really wished there were something he could do for Peter as he felt very selfish at the moment... He drew Peter up for another kiss.
Kissing him deeply, Peter had him pressed against the cool tile, his heart beating like a jackhammer, pressing his hips into Remy’s. Remy could feel their erections meet and rub. Oh, it felt so good! He broke away from Peter and slid down his body, licking at his nipples before settling down at the erection he'd just been pressed against. Remy licked at him teasingly, hoping that he would enjoy the thrill before taking him completely into his mouth. Peter was huge! He couldn't take him in very far and had a little trouble with his girth, but he was still gorgeous.
Pushing his hands into Remy’s hair, he said smokily, “Remy... You don't have to... You don't—“ he panted, imagining people wouldn’t want to take his cock because it was far too big for most people’s mouths. Remy moaned around him. He could get at least half way down it, but that was about it, and that was with all of his skill at deep-throating. He made sure to relax his throat muscles and glide down him, then to squeeze them so his head could feel the muscles working. Peter tasted different than Logan, but Remy pushed the comparison aside viciously. He started moving up and down Peter's manhood and sucking in earnest.
Seeing that Remy was struggling, Peter stroked his hair, panting hard. “You don't have to, Remy....” Swearing a little in Russian, he continued, “You don't have to do that....” He started pulling him off. Remy moaned in a complaining voice and kept working at him eagerly. He finally came off at Peter's insistent pulls, but he licked at the end of his cock and looked up at him.
"But I wan' to, Peter," he said and made sure to make his eyes flash bright crimson.
Panting at the sight of him, Peter had always dreamed of having him like this. “Remy... It's too big,” he stated.
Smirking, Remy went back to Peter's incredible cock. A hand joined him this time so he simulated taking him all the way in, letting his hands slide following his mouth. The wetness of Remy's mouth was spread around his shaft. The other hand moved to his balls and caressed them and rolled them in his hands.
Heart thrumming, cock pulsing hard in Remy’s mouth, Peter stroked his fingers through Remy’s hair. He hadn't been touched in years and years. “Remy... Remy I am going to—“ he tried to pull him off again, so he wouldn’t come in his throat, but it was too late. Remy wouldn't budge, but the hand that was fondling his balls, trailed around his hips to caress inside his crack and ghost over his hole. He knew how long it had probably been since Peter had any contact like this. After all, he was kept alive and tortured since the last time Remy saw him alive. Wanting this to be the best experience he'd ever had, he made love to his manhood with his mouth, twisting his head, sucking on him.
Feet almost slipping on the slick floor, Peter tried to not drive into Remy’s mouth and damage him but it felt too good. His entire body was trembling and he came hard, years of blue-balls getting released. He almost passed out.
Peter's cum went straight down Remy's throat, and what couldn't fit down filled his mouth, but not much spilled out the edges. He worked the orgasm for all the pleasure he could give Peter and slowly came off him. Rising along his body, Remy kissed Peter hard and let his tongue play with Peter's so he could taste himself on Remy's tongue.
Almost unable to kiss because he was panting so hard, Peter started to slip to the bottom of the shower. “Remy….” Trailing his hands over him on the way down, kissing what he could, Peter sank until his butt was on the shower floor. Remy followed Peter down to the floor, letting the warm spray cascade over them.
"You okay?" Remy asked with a grin.
Reaching out for him, Peter crushed Remy to him, kissing him deeply. Reaching down Peter took Remy’s cock in his hand and started stroking him off agilely—he had lots of practice. Swirling his tongue in Remy’s mouth, he could taste himself, could taste Remy and could almost get hard again.
"Mmm," Remy moaned at Peter's strong hands and especially his tongue. He was a playful kisser.
Grabbing up Remy’s bottom, Peter loved how soft and strong it was and shyly flickered a finger against his hole, too shy to go anywhere deeper, but he would like to have him someday—even though it would be impossible. All the while, Peter was curling his fist over Remy’s lovely cock, milking him expertly.
"Peter... you feel great," he said as Peter brushed and rubbed all the right places on him.
Smiling, Peter blushed and shyly said, “You are perfection, Remy.” Kissing him again, Peter got a little bolder with his finger, rubbing against his small hole, twining his legs around Remy’s. Moaning at the praise, Remy's hips jerked around as Peter started toying with his entrance a little more. He relaxed all he could, wanting his finger inside him.
Resolved that he wouldn’t go inside him without Remy explicitly asking for it, Peter just kept stroking on him and kissing him wetly, worshipping him physically. He had dreamed of him for so long, and rubbed his hole a little harder.
"Nn! Peter, please!" he said against Peter's lips and bucked his hips.
With an accent that was much thicker, Peter asked, “Please what, Remy....?” sucking on his lips, kissing against his neck, Peter thought Remy was so beautiful he could just die.
"Please... come inside me?"
“You... You want me… To... With my finger?” he panted against his cheek, kissing his neck, giving him hickies... that disappeared.
"Oui," Remy said with shallow breath. He leaned against Peter more because it felt so good to just let go. Nodding, Peter very, very carefully began to work his finger inside Remy and gasped a little at the pressure down there. He rubbed his mouth against Remy’s. Remy shuddered at how big just his finger seemed and relaxed to allow him in.
Giving Remy deep kisses, Peter pushed his finger up further and moaned against Remy’s lips, stroking his thigh before returning to his cock. Pushing his hips against Remy, Peter’s own cock was getting fuller.
Moaning and bucking, Remy caressed Peter... the feel of his smooth, wet skin turning him on at his fingers. "Peter..." and Remy whimpered.
Scott rounded the corner to the showers with just a towel around his waist and stopped dead in his tracks, almost falling over at the sight of them on the floor. “HOLY—!!”
Starting, Peter stood and pushed Remy behind him because he was a gentleman. Confused for a moment, Remy stood up behind Peter trying to calm down and not die of embarrassment.
Setting his jaw firmly, Scott didn’t look at either of them. “Get dressed.”
Starting to explain, Peter stuttered a little, “Scott, we didn't mean to... right i—“
“Get dressed and get out!”
Remy felt like he was going to cry as his chest squeezed tightly. He went about mechanically gathering his uniform and settling into it, and ignoring Peter. He could still feel the depth of Scott's anger lapping at the outsides of his shields. He wasn't experiencing it full force, and he was glad for that, but he did see it plainly. Having turned metal, Peter was so embarrassed and angry at Scott. Getting his uniform on pretty quickly, he looked up at Remy to see what he was going to do once he was dressed.
Headed out of the locker Remy was going up to his room to shower alone or not be naked for the rest of his life—he didn't know. Trotting after him, Peter followed closely. “Remy... Remy, wait....” Trying to get up the stairs as quickly as he was, Peter felt awkward because they hadn’t even dried off.
Rubbing his eyes, Scott couldn’t believe he just saw that.
When Remy got into his room, he let the door open since Peter was following him. They probably should talk, Remy admitted. Shutting it behind him, he started off, “I'm sorry Remy, I had no idea he would be coming in....” He was so embarrassed. He wanted his first time with Remy to be absolute magic.
Carefully, Peter reached out and touched Remy’s shoulders, stroking them. “Remy.... I wanted... I wanted it to be better....” Remy blinked at that, assimilating the information.
"Peter... I don' tink he was so mad about us makin' out as much as he was upset at where we were makin' out," he observed.
Smiling softly at him, Peter turned Remy to face him. “That is probably true.” Unless he's upset you're cheating on Logan.... “Admittedly a student could have walked in on us.” Stroking a lock of hair out of Remy’s face Peter tucked it behind his ear.
Cringing at the thought that a student might have walked in on them, Remy crumbled to his bed. Grinning a little, Peter sat next to him on the bed, stroking him gently. “Remy... A student did not walk in on us. It was Scott Summers, the most uptight, homophobic mutant in the universe.” He leaned down and kissed his ear.
"Oui..." he trembled out. But it could have been a kid! Why wasn't he thinking about that? Remy felt very tired and dirty then.
Kissing his neck a little more, Peter curled up behind him. “Remy... Relax.” Stroking his side, Peter wanted to get to making love to him again, but saw that he was not in that frame of mind.
"Peter... I don'... know if dis is such a good idea..." he said shakily.
Heart sinking, Peter removed his hand from him. He didn’t want to face the reality of what he was saying. “We... We’ll never get intimate in the shower again, then....” Swallowing, Peter pled in his mind, don't drop me now because of Scott....
With Scott's anger fresh in Remy’s mind still, it left a horrid taste at the back of his mouth. Tentatively touching him, Peter’s hand gently stroked Remy’s hip. “Remy...?”
"Could y' jus'... lemme 'lone... f' little bit?" he asked, his voice cracking. He really valued Scott's opinion of him, and to have made such a stupid mistake— He knew better than that. His berating session started and he just wanted to be alone.
Metaling up again, from shame and heartbreak, Peter croaked out, “Sure, Remy.” Getting off the bed, Peter went off, tail between his legs to retie his bandages. Remy curled tightly into the fetal position and cringed with shame. Going to find Scott Peter wanted to glare at him when he got out of the shower.
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