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Part 19
Realizing since he scared Mark into the hull, he was not getting his chores done Logan crawled out of the dish pit and went to work, telling everyone Mark was not feeling well. Again he was doing the job of 10 men, just because he needed the physical labor to keep his mind off his problems but at this juncture, he felt just one hair away from hijacking one of the safety vessels and going home to Remy. Sitting down after several hours for a break, Logan saw a lackey giving him a dirty look. Glaring back with much more venom than he was given, Logan snarled, “You got a problem, bub?” and watched him skitter off in terror.
Victor was down below the deck, cleaning up the charred bunks with a bunch of other guys when Mark stepped into the room and looked around. He stepped over to his bunk and started looking for his things. So much was burned up....
"Hey, Mark...." Victor said. “This yer bunk?" he asked as Mark knelt next to his things. Mark nodded numbly and looked in the drawer. He looked so relieved when he pulled out a pair of scorched pants, but from that removed a wallet that didn't seem too bad. There were a couple of damaged photos and other papers that Victor didn't look too closely at. "Yer things okay?" he asked. Mark nodded and smiled weakly at him, but didn't really feel—that he had a right to speak to Victor any more. He was just causing a mess.
"Well, okay, kid. Lemme know if ya need anything, okay?" Mark nodded again and didn't say anything else. He really had been very fortunate in this situation. He hadn't been fortunate when it came to Victor and Logan though. He couldn't stop thinking about them and he kicked himself for it.
Going to help on other bunks Victor gathered up the things of the man who didn't make it, cleaning up the scorch marks around his bunk. The place looked almost good as new for the men to return home to after most of them had finished their smoke inhalation treatment. The days work was just about done and Victor placed a few new blankets on the bunks before the dinner whistle was heard.
Not feeling hungry, Logan knew he needed to eat, so skulked down to the mess hall, glaring at anyone who looked at him too long. He wanted off this damn boat. Victor met Logan there and hoped that he had calmed down. He also noted that Mark steered pretty well clear of them, choosing to sit with his newly recovered bunk mates instead. He didn't say anything though.
Still pretty rip-roaring disgruntled, Logan didn’t look at Creed and sat down in silence. Victor didn't try to make conversation. Not that the conversation that needed to happen could have been had up here anyway. He ate quickly and was down to his bunk just as quickly, noting the sinking sun on the horizon... behind them.
Going out to the deck Logan watched the sun set by himself. He didn’t want to go down in the hull until he was sure Creed was asleep. Victor waited for Logan, but when he didn't come down after half an hour, he decided that he had better get some sleep. He'd be waking up alone again, that was fer damn sure. Victor was settled in his bunk, but he couldn't get to sleep until several hours later. He tried, but his thoughts were full of Logan... and Mark... and Remy. Damn bratt, he growled to himself.
Logan was hurt, mostly. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was just the bone deep hurt of not being interesting to an ages-long lover anymore. Maybe it was that as soon as he got Logan away from Remy, he didn’t want him any more. Why was he so angry when he and Remy were dating? Was it because he couldn't be with Logan or because he couldn't be with Remy...? Why else would he start lusting after a Remy look-alike only hours after we started having sex again? Well. Doesn't this hurt like a motherfuckin’ bitch.
Maybe he was just the thrill of the hunt? To see if he was good enough to lure Logan away from Remy? Maybe he was having his vengeance on Logan for all those years when he didn't remember him. Maybe everything Logan was remembering was some other mind fuck designed to activate right now and Creed and Weapon X were just having another fucking go at him. Leaning over the railing, Logan probably looked sea sick, but he blinked when he realized the sun was coming up again and he had been standing here thinking all night.
Victor woke up and as he expected he was alone... but he was more alone than he expected, actually. He thought Logan would have come down at some point to sleep, but he didn't hear him breathing. He got worried and ran upstairs to the deck and was relieved to see Logan looking over the railing. He went over to him and leaned against the railing next to him. He stayed for only a moment—not talking, because really, at this stage—what would that do?
Letting is nostrils flare a little, Logan tried to smell if Creed had fucked Mark last night... and was momentarily relieved to smell he was clean.
Creed ignored Logan's reaction to him and took off to the galley, just sitting at the empty tables until the cook asked him if he wanted to help. He apparently was a little short handed and Victor jumped at the opportunity to do something.
Wincing a little, Logan let his hair whip about in his eyes and started to right himself, in searing pain from standing hunched over for hours on end. Shit, even with a healing factor that hurt. He figured as long as Creed was out of the hull he might as well catch a little shut eye, and he went down and curled up on the bottom bunk Creed just left. Not admitting it, Logan just wanted to smell him a little.
When the breakfast bell rang Mark got up groggily, as he hadn't been able to sleep either and drug himself out to the galley with the other men from his room, most of whom were on light duty today because of their recent recovery from CO2 inhalation.
Snoring like thunder, Logan dropped off to sleep pretty fast. Mark was passing Logan and Victor's room when he heard the loud snoring. He was about to knock, but decided that he should just leave him alone. He walked past with only his scent lingering behind.
Making an appearance about mid day, Logan made a point to not look for either Creed or Mark, and got to work with that same determination. Victor was in the kitchen all day, helping with the meals and cleanup. Apparently the chef also liked him. They got along well and Victor got offered a position in the kitchen that was permanent, but it would mean he'd have to wake up earlier than everybody else. Victor readily agreed and worked single-mindedly.
Watching Logan when he could, Victor tried to ignore Mark. He was making this situation a lot more complicated. If only he didn't look like that damned kid! Stopping a little before dinner Logan looked around... he didn’t want either Mark or Creed to see him go, but he headed to the captain's office and called the mansion.
Emma picked up. “Emma. Hi.”
"Yes, Logan?" she asked, a little perturbed from the sound of her voice.
“Remy there?” He didn’t want to talk with her any longer than necessary.
"Let me see if I can find him." She telepathically called him and Remy scrambled out of his bed from his half conscious state and ran down the hall in jeans—only just remembering to not be a nudist. He grabbed the phone from Emma and shoved her from her office.
"Logan?!" he cried into the receiver.
Winces, Logan hadn’t been expecting such volume, and smiled sincerely. “Hey, darlin’...”
"Logan..." Remy said into the receiver as if he were crying, but he wasn't quite yet. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to tell him about how stupid he was being with Peter, but he didn't want to lie to him either....
“You all right?” he stood with his back to the door, training all senses on him, even though he could only hear him right then.
"Mmmm..." he thought about what he should say. "Hm-mm," he said negatively.
“What's wrong, darlin’?” he asked, his heart beat picking up.
Remy started sniffling as the tears made their way down his face. He wanted Logan back so much. He wanted his help in controlling this damned accelerated power and the urges that were running through him. He wanted to cuddle him at night and fuck him senseless in the morning.... But he wasn't going to be with him again for a long time.... "I... I know y' said y' weren't gon' ask, Logan...."
Feeling a sharp pang deep in his gut, Logan said, “Oh... So that's what we're talkin’ about...” He slumped a little, muttering, “Or not talkin' about I guess...” Closing his eyes against the ache, he said, “Don't feel guilty darlin’, I told ya it was all right....” I can't believe I left you for a man that doesn't even love me, this has just turned into one enormous fucking mess.
"Logan, I do feel guilty. I feel so guilty I'm sick. I can't—I'm not gonna do dat any more. It's not wort’ it," he said, choked up.
“Don't... Darlin’, don't....” he bowed his head, feeling his eyes well up because he let Creed fuck him... Oh, God, I let Creed fuck me. “I'm comin’ home soon, darlin’.... I promise....”
Remy sniffled on the other end and nodded, but then let out a tiny affirmative sound. "Creed... doin' any better?" he asked tentatively. He was pretty sure that with the feelings they had for each other that they had made love by now... but he didn't blame Logan for that.
Heart squeezing up, Logan paused to control his voice, and tried to make it sound lighthearted when he said, “Yeah. I think he's gotten over me.” He gave a soft snort like it was funny, but he mostly felt shattered to pieces inside about it.
"Y’ kiddin'!" Remy said his voice dripping with concern.
“Nah....” Swallowing, he continued, “Don't worry bout it... He's not lookin’ like he's gonna kill anyone....”
"H-how.... would he be over you so quickly, Logan... I don' understand. He had deep feelin's f’ you—I saw dem." He didn't want to, but he had glimpsed them.
Feeling the rock in his throat get heavier, Logan said, “Think ya mighta been seein' things.” He managed to hide the hurt pretty damn well—he’d been doing it all his life, after all.
Mark was crouched outside the captains office, holding his breath so he could hear what was being said by Logan to this... Remy over the phone.
"I wasn' seein' tings, Logan. I know what I saw," he said emphatically. "What's goin' on over dere...?" he asked.
Taking a deep breath, Logan explained, “Creed's a nutcase, Remy... He's not normal when it comes ta feelin’, he could feel one thing one second and another thing the next, ya saw how he tore me open! Ya musta just caught him on an up swing er somethin’!” He shook his head in answer to Remy’s question. “Nothin’, Remy, nothin' ya need ta worry about. Everythin's fine... Just gonna visit my boy's grave an then I'll get a charter jet back home.”
"Okay, Logan... Be careful," he said, still concerned, but knowing that he didn't want to talk about it. "So... de kid dat look like me—what's his name?" he asked, as if that would be getting them off the subject.
Swallowing, Logan said, “Mark. Creed's gotta thing for him.” He let his head thunk against the wall because that was some painful shit right there.
"What??!" Remy asked angrily. He didn't like the things that said about Creed and clenched his teeth.
“What're you so angry about? He knows he's not you, Remy.” because if there was any fooling anyone that Mark was you, I'd be the first one at him.
"How could he be goin' after somebody else already? Dat's ridiculous!" What did I give you up for??? Remy clenched his teeth and they ground into the receiver.
Bowing his head because that was what his own reaction was, Logan said, “Yeah...” He didn’t say anything else, because he honestly thought he might start sobbing right then.
"Logan... y' still... care 'bout him?" Remy asked gently. He didn't want Logan to be hurt, but he also needed to know how extensive the emotional damage to his lover was.
Voice a little croaky, Logan managed to grind out, “Yeah.”
"Get him on de phone." Remy's voice was tight.
“No, darlin', it's...” he took a moment, needing to get Remy on another topic, and he mentioned, “I've been rememberin' things....”
"Good, cher. I'm glad. But I need t' speak t' dat madman while I can't charge his heart."
Ignoring that last part, Logan needed to tell someone. “This mornin’... nah, it was yesterday mornin’, I woke up, thought I was in Greece... Was speakin’ in Ancient Greek, thought I could smell the furs and the fire a our old place on the beach....”
"An'...?" he asked gently after he saw that Logan was just going to ignore him. "You remember tings 'bout y' life?"
“Yeah... I... before all I remembered a Anchius was his hair, but... I could see him...” his breath got shallow, tears welling up again. “I could see all a him... an' smell him too... Coulda sworn he was right outside the door waitin’ fer us ta wake up....” Pushing his fingers into his eyes, Logan said, “Felt so fuckin' real.” If it was real, how the hell could Creed throw it away?
"I'm sorry, Logan." He wished that Logan could still have that happiness in his life, but things were much more complicated now.
“Not yer fault darlin’...” I'm the fuckin’ idiot who was duped.
"Cher... I'm still sorry... dat I made y' go."
“You didn't make me come out here, darlin’... Its not yer fault....”
"But I did. Y' couldn' decide what t' do... so I chose for y'... I shouldn'a done dat..." Although, it probably would have turned out worse had he not made Logan go. This way at least he'll have some healthy closure... but what about Creed? Can they just leave him like he was?
“Don't blame yerself, love...” he cradled the phone. “How's yer energy levels?”
"Dey're... fluctuatin'... but I'll be fine till y' get home." It was thinking about Creed's sanity that made him ask about Mark again. "Mark a good kid?" he asked. He admitted that the question was out of the blue.
“Yeah... Yeah, Remy, he's a good kid.”
Remy nodded. Maybe there was hope for Creed after all... but he didn't know how he would go about asking this kid to take on Creed. "Dat's good. You gettin' used ta bein' on a ship?" he asked.
Muttering, “Yeah.” Logan felt tears slide down his face, and he wiped them away, not letting Remy hear the sorrow in his voice.
Remy grumbled something like, "God damnit, Emma," under his breath distractedly and turned his attention back to Logan. "Sorry, cher, but I need t' go. What's de number dere? Will I be able t' call y' f' very much longer?"
“I don't know, darlin’...” he looked at the phone, noting that it was just a big black... thing! “I don't know... I'll call ya, all right?”
"Okay. What's de name o' yer ship at least...?"
“Uh... The Mariner….”
"Okay, cher." He paused. "I'm a gettin', I'm a gettin'. Aishiteiru, Logan." he said in parting. [I love you—Japanese]
“Aishiteiru, baby...” God, He loved Remy so much. “Take care of yerself all right?”
"I will. You too. Au recoutes," he said and hung up the phone gently.
Mark heard the fare-welling and crept down the hallway so Logan wouldn't see him when he came out.
Not hanging up the phone, Logan just cradled it against his neck, and cried against the wall. Hearing the creaking of metal, Logan wondered if it was Creed and swung the door open, but saw Mark instead.
Mark cringed at being caught and tore down to the lower decks. He had seen all he wanted to see. His lover was dying—that's why he was there with Victor... trying to keep himself from the hurt. He felt so sorry for Logan. He didn't stop his dead run until he was in his cabin with the new door shut.
Following his scent to his door, Logan calmly knocked. “Mark?”
Mark peaked out the door and then opened it wider for Logan to come in. Everybody was upstairs, so they would be alone in there for the moment. Shutting the door behind him, Logan said deeply but calmly, “Tell me what you heard.”
"I... I just heard... a bunch of 'yeahs.'" Well, and that your lover is dying... he thought, his eyes full of deep sympathy.
Eyeing him, Logan tried to not look dangerous. “You heard more than that.”
"I... yer lover... he's sick?" he asked.
Sighing heavily, Logan said, “Kind of. He'll be all right, though....”
Mark nodded, his eyes still full of pain. It wasn't often that someone had energy levels to worry about who wasn't sick. Swallowing, Logan asked, “Y' won't tell Creed, will ya?”
"N-no... I won't tell him," he shuddered out.
Logan nodded. “You an' Creed... Ya been talkin’?”
Mark shook his head. " He's been ignoring me," he said looking at the hull.
Furrowing his brow, Logan said, “Since when?”
"All of today..." He paused. "Some of yesterday. We've just been avoiding each other."
“Why?”
Mark shrugged. "You said I was makin' a mess."
Sighing, Logan looked away. “Yeah. You are. 'M sorry... But it's my problem, not yours.”
"What's the problem...? It's about Victor hurting people, isn't it?" he asked heavily.
“No. The problem is I came out here because I thought there was somethin' deep an’ meaningful between me an Creed... The problem is that I found it, but he found you.” Sucking on his teeth, Logan said, “That's the problem.”
"Oh...." Mark said looking at the deck below him. "I'm sorry, Logan." His brow crinkled in confusion, then he asked, "Then... you wanted both of them?"
Scoffing a little, he said, “Yeah, kid.”
Mark's brow stayed furrowed. "I... I know that this was unexpected... and I sympathize with your feelings... but that's not fair to anyone."
“Thanks for that sage advice kid,” he grumbled advancing on him, sort of cornering him. “Now you tell me: If you had ta decide between me an' Creed right now, could ya do it?”
Nodded tentatively, Mark knew that he really liked Logan, but frankly, he had a much better shot with Victor... and Victor seemed less angry than Logan.
Throwing his hands up, Logan shouted, “Fine! Yer a fuckin' bodhisattva, then!!” Turning his back on Mark, Logan opened the door. “But if you had ta decide between your past and yer future, could ya do that?” Take that smart guy! He shut the door on him.
Mark looked shocked as Logan left the room, but tried to understand what he was going through. He just crumbled to his bunk and put his head in his hands.
Logan was down on his bunk, playing cats cradle with himself.
Victor stayed upstairs until all the dishes were done and crept back down stairs, hoping to not upset Logan in doing so. For all he knew Logan expected him to sleep outside tonight. He knew he wanted sleep though because he was really tired from working all day. Opening the door, he saw Logan perched on his bed with string twined around his fingers.
Glancing up at him, Logan then looked back down. Victor figured he would get a response similar to that. He didn't bother offering a greeting if Logan wasn't even going to acknowledge him. He went about getting ready for bed.
Watching him, Logan’s hands slowed to a stop in concentration. Victor crawled into his bunk after getting down to his skivvies and tried to settle in. It didn't feel right... not with Logan having been there for several nights in a row now... except for last night.
Sighing, Logan took his shoelace off his hands and started stringing it through his boot again... I have to talk to him... I have to... but what the fuck is there to say?
Victor didn't know how he was going to break this silence either.... For all he knew they would just never talk to each other again... but he couldn’t' have that! "Logan..." he started, without anything to follow up with.
Swallowing, Logan cleared his throat. “Yeah?”
"I..." I didn't have anythin' ta say.... "I'm sorry." For whatever the hell I did wrong.... he finished silently.
“You even know what yer apologizin’ for?”
".... Fer... havin' feelin's fer a kid?" Not like I could control that, thanks.
Ouch, Logan’s heart squeezed up. “That'd be part of it, yeah.”
Victor sighed. All he could do really was put it forth and hope he could understand. He didn't know if he would....
Heart aching severely Logan thought maybe when Creed went nuts it fucked him up in other places, too... but it was not like he was ever going to be able to have a heart to heart with him, so fuck it. Victor grumbled and tried to roll and get comfortable. He wasn't really successful.
“So...” God, what the fuck am I going to say? “What am I supposed ta say ta you?”
"You don't have ta say shit, Logan." Not like I'd ever get ta be with you ever again anyway.... but I hoped... maybe we could be friends... Looks like that's goin' out the window too.
“Yer a bloody mind fuck, ya know that?”
Can't you see I'm tryin' ta let you fuckin' go?!!! You think I could be with you one minute then let you go off ta that... bratt again, just like that??
"Yeah." I know. What, you think I want it this way? This way... is probably the best for us though, Logan...
“So this is how it's gonna be, then, huh? We're gonna go ta Greece, yer gonna show me where Anchius is buried, then we're gonna go our separate ways and I'm just gonna trust you ain't out there killin' people? Zat what you wanted when you lured me out ta Canada, bub?”
"I wanted you when I lured ya out ta Canada, damnit! I didn't know you were with-- Remy then."
“You got me now, so why you pushin’ me away, dammit!!” Hopping off the bunk, Logan glared at him. “Why izzit as soon as I let ya fuck me yer sniffin' around some prepubescent Remy look-alike, huh!?” he hollered at him.
Victor stood up and leaned into Logan. "You think that I don't know that you ain't mine!? You think I don't know as soon as you think I'm 'better,' you're gonna run off and be with that whore again?!"
Striking him hard across the jaw, Logan spat, “I TOLD you not ta call ‘im that!!”
Victor rolled with the punch and glared at Logan, staring him down. "Whether he is or he isn't... it doesn't change nuthin'."
Bearing his teeth at Creed, he said, “I’m givin’ you a chance now, bub. Y' think I don't got any idea a what we used ta be ta each other....?”
"Chance? What chance? Yer just lettin' me out ta try an' fix me so you can get me outta yer fuckin' hair!"
Grinding his jaw, Logan growled, “Wouldn'ta let ya fuck me, 'f that were the case Creed...” In fact, he was quite insulted Creed would think Logan would whore himself for him. “You think I'd let you have me fer any other reason than I wanted ya to?”
Rigid, if Creed gave the wrong response, there was going to be bloodshed.
Victor moved closer to Logan. "I know... I can sense the way ya feel about me, Logan. But does that really change yer intent? Yer still plannin' ta dump me like rotten trash when ya think I can handle myself. If ya really love me... if ya let me love ya back... it'll just hurt more when ya leave."
Bowing his head a little, Logan couldn’t look at him, and whispered harshly, “I'm always gonna love ya, Creed...”
"Ya think that'll make a difference ta me when I can't hold ya 'cause yer in his arms?"
Mumbling, Logan asked, “Does it make a difference when I'm in yours?”
"Yeah. It does. If ya didn't love me, Logan, we'd still be fighting so bad there'd be nothin' left of us."
Huffing, Logan’s eyes were wet. “Then why you chasin after that kid!?” he snarled.
"Logan...." Victor said noting the unshed tears. His hand reached up to caress his face, but he stopped himself. "Because... I'm tryin' ta be better fer you... because I don't think I have a chance against Remy... and I can't do this alone," he said looking down in shame.
Trying to let his muscles relax a little, Logan said with a rough voice, “Do what alone?” Logan thought Victor was trying to push him away.
"This—" he said stretching his arms wide. "Life. And I can't heal alone either, Logan. You think I can put my life together with you... and then have you ripped from me again? If I rebuild my life... I have ta do it with somebody who's gonna stick around... an' I know you ain't."
Baring his teeth, Logan growled, “You said you needed me. You said you went crazy without me! You think some kid is gonna do for you what I can't!?”
"I don't know!!!" His eyes started to water and he fought tears viciously. "I don't know, Logan. I don't know...." he repeated. He felt like he was flying blind.
“Well I ain't willin' ta risk it!!” he huffed, pacing a little. “He's just a kid with a crush, Creed! You think he's going ta be ready ta handle someone like you!? You need me whether you want to or not, whether I want you to or not, but this thing is gonna fall all ta shit if we don't... trust each other...” and he realized that sounded really stupid.
"Trust? Trust you with what, Logan? My heart? When I know already what yer gonna do to it? I need more of a commitment from you than this boat trip if I'm gonna trust you with that." Victor paused. "I know the kid ain't ready. I know he couldn't handle it." Yer always right, Logan.... why are you always right...? Victor looked away from Logan and shook with tension.
Eyes flicking all over him, Logan took in his tension, his exhaustion, his pain, all of it. He heart ached to comfort him from that place that remembered. Shakings head Logan sat on the bottom bunk. “Fuck....” He ran his fingers through his hair, getting a cigar and lighting it not caring that there was no smoking below deck. “I wantcha ta be a part of my life Creed, a big part.” He exhaled a puff of smoke, looking up at him. “Right now I can't make no promises.” but I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. “But I want ya back in workin' order an' I don't want all the fightin’ we had before, no matter what....”
A big part... o' yer life...? How? How could I ever be when Remy’s
there to fill the void I left... <Gods of Olympus,> I'm sorry, Logan.... "I want ta be part a yer life, Logan... I just don't know how we'd ever pull it off...."
“Yeah...” Taking another long drag, Logan exhaled, “Neither do I. Remy don't like sharin’ from what I make of it.” His heart ached again, this time for his pretty Cajun.... I'm such a fuck “An' neither do you.”
"Can we... play it by ear...? Just... sayin' we love each other...? There's no way we'll be able ta figure this out without Remy...." Not and have the kid not blow me into outer space.
Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah...” and handed his cigar up to Creed. “Supposin' that means no more sex.” He couldn’t go for very long without sex.
Victor took the cigar and pulled a drag from it. "Why'zat?" he asked calmly. He thought that backing off to let them cool down and get comfortable with each other again would be a good idea, but he didn't see why Logan would suddenly be opposed to any sex if he had been willing before.
Because the more we fuck, the deeper I'll fall in love with you... but he shrugged casually, “No reason I guess. But I see you sniffin’ round that Mark kid again, I'm cuttin’ off yer nuts.”
Victor crouched down to Logan. "Logan... I..." I wanna stay below deck fer the rest o' the trip....
Watching him out of the corner of his eye, Logan chewed on his cigar, waiting for Creed to say what was on his mind. Victor took a deep breath. He knew it wasn't possible. They would go up, they would work, they would come back here and be just the two of them. He would talk to Mark about staying out of their way and that it would never work between them. "I just wanna stay down here with you fer the rest o' this... but I know we can't. So I'll talk ta Mark, okay? He won't get in our way again."
Grinning a little, Logan kind of wanted to stay down there with him, too. He looked over at him. “Go gentle on him, all right, bub? An’...” he rubbed his forehead, “Tell him I'm sorry.”
Victor nodded and went to search for the kid, but he stopped and went back over to Logan. "I'm sorry too," he said and pecked Logan lightly on the lips. Then he was gone.
Logan almost stopped him, thinking that if the kid batted his eyelashes at him that may be enough to get Creed to throw that whole talk out the window, but then he remembered all that he told Creed about 'trust' and let him go. Victor sniffed out the boy and eventually cornered him in the cleaned up room. "Hey, Mark... you got a minute?" he asked. Mark looked shyly at him and nodded. He went with Victor above deck and they leaned against the railings watching the sea. "Logan and I talked... a lot. I know that you were interested in us from the beginnin'... but our situation is too complicated ta even get into right now. My situation is complicated alone, and that's without includin' the runt an' the bratt in New York. What I'm tryin' ta say Mark, is that you should stay away from Logan and me. We aren't the kind of guys you can just... go out with."
Mark looked saddened, but nodded.
"I understand... I think."
"Okay. Just give us a wide birth, okay?" Mark nodded again.
"But you ever have any problems with yer power—er whatever it is..." he dug a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Mark. "You call them and tell them you're a mutant. Show up on their door an' they'll take ya in," Victor grinned. "I guarantee it." He had swiped a few once to remember what the hell their number was. Victor patted Mark on the shoulder and headed back down the deck to his bunk with Logan.
Finishing his cigar, :Logan looked up at Victor. “How'd it go?”
"Kid didn't say much, but he understands what's goin' on... sorta. He knows ta stay away." That was the really important thing.
Snorting, Logan sprawled out on the bottom bunk. “.... C'mere.”
A smile spread over Victor’s face and he made sure the door was closed and slunk the few feet to the bed and crawled into it on top of Logan. He breathed him in and couldn't help but get turned on by him. The way he said, 'c'mere' was so sexy he could hardly contain his hard-on! A growl developed deep in his chest and he stifled it a little, not wanting to jump Logan too soon. He didn't know what to do really...
Looping his arms around Victor’s neck Logan kissed him... He didn’t really have a plan with this, he just wanted to reconnect with him after the coldness between them the last day and a half. He loved how heavy Creed was on top of him.
Victor tried to take a little of his weight on his elbows, but wasn't holding up much considering his size in relation to Logan. The growl that he had been holding in came out into Logan’s mouth and Victor nipped at his lower lip. A sense of relief washed through him and he couldn't believe how weak it made him feel. He had Logan in his arms again... and he might actually get to stay there... in some sort of fashion... His kisses became more insistent.
Letting Victor kiss him however it pleased him, Logan let the kiss go where it would... if he wanted more, he could have more, if he didn’t, that was fine with him, too. He just followed Creed’s lead, completely relaxed now that they had figured some of this shit out, at least for the moment. “I c'n bear yer weight y' know...” He was adamantium after all.
Smiling at that Victor relaxed onto Logan. Then it just felt like two bodies melding in harmony and Victor's kisses became deep, but not as insistent... like he didn't want to rush anything... he wanted to experience it all fully.
Purring a little against his lips, Logan let his tongue lazily twine with Creed’s, bending a knee and settling into the thin bunk. “Can't wait ta be off this damn boat...” he said nibbling his bottom lip. “You got any cash saved away? European currency?”
Victor nodded against Logan's lips. He had quite a bit actually. You never knew when it was going to come in handy. His hands caressed Logan and he agreed that he couldn't wait to get off the boat.
“Good….” he licked his skin, and continued, “I wanna sleep in a decent bed 'least once.” Kissing him again in mid-sentence, Logan finished, “'Fore we gotta go back ta hostels....” Reaching above him Logan crossed his hands over his head. Victor smiled. He marveled at how much he was willing to do for Logan. He must have been crazy to not be willing to do anything at all for him at any point in time....
Kisses getting slower as he got sleepier, Logan eventually nuzzled into Creed’s neck. Victor caressed Logan to sleep, holding him close. He didn't want to let go for hours... and he didn't need to until the sun lit the porthole that served as their window.
Planning on going out tonight... to make his first step into gay society at a gay club in Manhattan, Peter was putting thought into what he was going to wear. He was going just to get his mind off Remy and how much his toying with him hurt.
Remy was searching for what to do. Could he ask this poor kid to take on Creed just so he could get to be with Logan guilt free...? He was sitting in the rec room just off the lobby and trying to think when peter drifted past. He glanced at him and tried to concentrate on what to do instead of his social snafu with Peter.
Stopping to look at himself in the hall mirror.... oh, god, I look like a slut... he thought looking at the tight black pants and a sheer blue shirt. He had better go change... and started back upstairs, nervous as all hell.
Remy chuckled and watched Peter chicken out.
Coming back down in a pullover, Peter passed the room, then stopped again... I'm going to get way too hot in this... and I look like someone's grandfather... and he went back up the stairs.
Remy's snigger wasn't so much of a chuckle as a snort that came out his mouth like a short raspberry before exploding into suppressed hysterics. Peter was so lost.
Hearing him laughing... oh, god... Peter made it to his bedroom and just sat on the bed... feeling like a laughing stock and a failure. What did I ever see in him?? He's cruel! Tears off the pull over, finding a black button-down that made him look absolutely delectable, although he would never think anything made him look anything better than moderately acceptable, and he puts on his coat and walked past Remy, grinding his teeth.
Good luck, mon frere, he wished him sincerely as he walked out the door. He turned back to his inward contemplation and tried to ignore how much of an ass he was. Remy sighed. Poor Peter... I really screwed up with him... God... he's probably really upset... what de hell do I do...? Remy considered going after him, but really, what would he do? Try and comfort him when he was the one being a shit to him? Try and show him the ropes? What a joke! Peter... what should I do...? Logan... what do I do...?
Almost breaks down crying in the car... he was going to go out, get a boyfriend and... well... make him beat Remy up was the first thing that came to mind, but he realized that was mighty ridiculous. Pulling out of the garage Peter headed into the city. Walking into the club with the pounding music, Peter didn't care much for the look the bouncer gave him. He went to the bar and ordered a beer, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin, fighting hard to not metal up under the scrutiny of the other patrons.
Unable to put up with this for long... Peter found none of the men there got to him like Remy did... I'm not attracted to a one of them... They're just not... Remy.
Rejecting several dance offers, Peter got called a queen more than once, and huddled over a 5th beer, miserable but making himself stick it out.
Jerk! Remy shouted at himself and stormed off to his room to think privately. What a mess he had made out of all of this!! Remy went to seek out Hank.
Having fallen asleep on my sofa in the Med Lab, Hank’s super hearing picked up on Remy’s presence. Remy sighed and turned to leave the Med Lab. He didn't want to wake Hank up. Starting with a sudden snort, Hank blinked around with big yellow eyes. “H'lo?”
"Hunh? Oh, I'm sorry, Hank. I didn' mean t' wake y' up..."
“ No, no!” he said, sitting up, rubbing his eyes. “Not a problem, I am always receiving visitors!” Clearing away the Twinkie wrapper mountain, he invited, “Come! Sit!” Remy grimaced and went to sit on the couch. He folded his hands in his lap and sighed. “It seems that something is amiss, my friend...”
"I... I feel bad... f' what I did t' Peter.... He seemed really upset. I don' know what ta do fer him dough...."
Han nodded, but he wasn’t good with relationship advice. “Well... I would recommend being kind to him and letting him figuring it out on his own...” Remy felt like locking himself in his room for a month, but knew that wouldn't solve anything. He stared at the floor thinking about what Hank said. It sounded reasonable... it just sounded... harsh. Well, the whole situation sounded harsh.
Feeling a little awkward, because he was Piotr's friend, too, Hank remembered Peter speaking with him at length about this. Clearing his throat, Hank said, “He's hurting very badly. He feels abused and humiliated by you...” He said very softly and gently, “It might be best if you left him alone for a while.”
"Yer kiddin'...." He had no idea he felt that way. Abused? And who got to come in the showers? Remy pushed that thought away. "I... guess I should leave him be..."
Nodding a little, Hank said, “Piotr's heart has always been a delicate thing... Especially now that he has...” he cleared his throat, “Come to grips with his sexuality.”
[22:14] Esprit013: Remy nodded. He felt like going and banging his head into a wall for a couple of hours and decided that was what he was going to do. "T-thanks, Hank," he said and left the Med Lab, headed for his room.
Hank was pretty sure Remy had no idea how Piotr felt about him... He knew because he had seen his sketchbooks... Nothing dirty, but they were filled with beautiful sketched and painted pictures of him. “Remy.....?”
"Oui...?" he asked as he reached the door.
“Don't be too hard on yourself, please? Piotr will come around. Just give him time.
Why did y' tell me ta leave him alone in de first place...? I shouldda jus' let him decide... Hard on myself? Yeah, right, Hank. Nodding, Remy left the room.
Coming home after only an hour or two at the club, Peter felt even more embarrassed than he did before he left. Hanging his coat up Peter slumped against the wall in the foyer.
Passing Peter in the hall Remy stopped a little startled to see him. "Um... back early?" he asked gingerly.
Giving him a hard look out of the corner of his eye, Peter thought of nasty, nasty responses he should fling at him, like 'we're not all two-bit whores,' but just marched upstairs without a word. Remy went to his room and started banging his head against the wall.
Going into his bedroom Peter took out two fat, well loved sketch books, leafing through them both quickly, and goes back downstairs into the drawing room, where he started a fire. Stripping off pages, Peter put them into the fire, watching the colors curl away, burning greens and reds and oranges. Looking at the clock, Peter realized it was nearing midnight, and started tearing out more pages at a time, getting tired and wanting this over with... but this hurt... it was probably the best work he had ever done.
Remy's head hurt by the time he figured he'd had enough. He curled into bed and tried to calm down enough that he wouldn't wear holes in his shields, even though they would heal.
Peter was really tired... eventually Peter put both sketchbooks on the fire, trusting they would burn to be unrecognizable by morning and that the fire would die out and he went upstairs and goes to bed.
Remy woke to find the air chillier than he expected it to be. Not being able to abide the cold, he rushed down stairs to start a fire and stand in front of it because the thermostat took too damn long to do anything. Once he got downstairs, he noticed the partially burned sketchbooks and pulled them out of the fire. Destroying art was a cardinal sin in his line of work. Opening them up to see what was left, he found a few of the pages were still intact. Opening the book he found a sketch of a man with long hair... and his eyes—this was him! It wasn't like looking into a mirror or anything, but it was definitely supposed to be him....
The drawings were done of him in public places, when he hadn’t notice he was being observed—Remy never once noticed him. But all the settings looked just that much more beautiful because he was in them... The drawings had his hair silky, his smile broad and confident, his eyes smiling... only the best of Remy.
Remy stared in awe at the surviving pictures... he remembered doing some of these things.... Had Peter... drawn him when he wasn't looking...? His heart beating much faster, he ran up the stairs to his room and hid under the blankets having stashed the books under his bed. He didn't want to look at them at the moment... but they were too good to throw away! Which brought up the question, why was Peter throwing them away? Because y' an ass, o' course!! he berated himself. Beating his head into the wall behind his bed Remy felt nauseous from the implications.
Waking up around noon Peter decided he would probably sleep the rest of the day, but his stomach grumbled and he figured, what the hell... Might as well have breakfast first... then he pulled a robe on around his healing wounds and thudded downstairs, steeped in melancholy.
Remy stayed in bed, even when his stomach grumbled. He couldn’t' afford to be emotionally upset and full of energy, otherwise he'd blow the place up. Coming back upstairs with a bowl of oatmeal, Peter shut the door behind him. He didn’t want to speak with anyone. He was not even feeling well enough to watch Buster Keaton.
Curled up under Creed, just the way Logan like it... he was expecting another informative flashback like before, but… dammit... nothin’ comin’. Victor grumbled and shifted in bed, slightly squishing Logan in his sleep. Grunting Logan smiled. There was something familiar and warm about all this and he gently licked his neck, just to see what he would do. Victor breathed in deeply and moaned at the warm scent of Logan under him. He wrapped his arms around him in a semi-conscious haze.
Sighing, Logan wrapped his arms around Creed and pressed his face in his neck again, muttering, “Mornin'....”
That woke Victor up completely and he smiled at Logan. "<Morning.>"
Grinning at him, Logan thought he looked cute all sleep-rumpled. “Tryin' ta trick me inta another flashback with yer fancy Greek?” he teased.
"< Always,>" he said. He wanted Logan to remember more of their life together. He knew he remembered some of it, but he didn't actually know if he had retained anything he remembered from the last and most vivid one.
Softly chuckling, Logan said, “Well, nice try, but no cigar.” He shifted his hips a bit. “This ain't our lucky mornin’...”
"<Remind me to tell you more about our life after work,>" he said and kissed Logan on the lips.
Settling into his kiss, Logan kissed back. “Mrrrrr.... Let's not work today.”
Victor's heart skipped a beat and he drew Logan closer to him, kissing him again. He didn't want to work again either.
Purring a little, Logan said, “Y' know what?” kissing him. “The other mornin’...” he bent a knee to cradle Victor between his legs. “I remembered all a Anchius… every bit a him.”
Victor's eyes were searching Logan's for what he meant by that and there was worry written there with the awe. "What... did you remember..?"
“The way he looked....” The way he tasted.... “The way he talked....”
"<That's great, love....>" Victor said smiling. His expression changed and became closer to a frown. "<Did you remember... the day I came home and...>" he couldn't finish his sentence.
“...... No. I don't think so....” Tugging gently on a strand of his hair, he asked, “What happened, again?”
"I... came home... I had been later than usual...." he started out. Stroking a hand down his arm, Logan listened. "When I came in the house you were just... sitting on our bed with him like you usually did... but he had been kissing you...." Victor clenched his hands into a fist. "You were... putting your arms up to push him away when I came in...."
“.... like I usually did....” He could see that a little, curling his hand against Victor’s arm as he thought. “We did do that.... Sit and talk...”
Creed nodded. "He... he was a good boy, Logan..." He was just so in love with you... he finished to himself. A part of him deep down... was actually hurt and jealous that Anchius didn't feel that way about him. He loved Anchius just as much as Logan did.
Nodding, Logan, said quietly, “Yeah... He was the best.” Ouch... his heart squeezed up at that. “Give anything ta remember more...”
"There's still... that doc... but I understand if you... don't want to."
Shaking his head, Logan said, “Don’t want to...” huffing. “My head's been fucked up enough.... an if it's comin’ back on it's own, it's probably safer...”
Victor nodded. He was happy that Logan's memory was coming back and even happier, now that he thought about it that Logan didn't want to have his memory renewed mechanically... it meant that Logan would still need him until he remembered everything. He smiled softly at the thought.
Looking up at him, Logan grinned with him a little. “Whatt're you grinnin at?”
"Locrus," he said and smiled. He hadn't called Logan that in... a millennium, he thought.
Grin widening a little, Logan said, “Not so hot soundin' these days, izzit?”
Victor shook his head. "<It still sounds wonderful to me.>" Continuing in English, he said, "But other people don't like it much, no." Still, Logan did sound cool.
“That's cause yer a soddin' romantic....” He remembered that about him.
Victor snorted. "Yeah. Fuckin' kinda pansy you turnin' me into, hunh?" he asked nuzzling Logan's neck.
Chuckling, Logan leaned into him. “Ya always were one... Don't go blamin’ that on me.” Victor pulled Logan closer to him. Breath catching a bit, Logan snagged him and reeled him in for a deep, wet kiss, petting Creed’s calf with his foot. Moaning, he took Logan’s lower lip in between his teeth and nibbled on it playfully.
Lifting his hips into Creed’s, Logan wanted sex, and pushed his hands under the waistband of Creed’s boxers, squeezing his arse. Victor breathed heavily against Logan's lips and let his tongue find its way into Logan' mouth. His heart was racing and he was hard in an instant. Growling, Logan loved how easily his buttons could be pushed, and rubbed his hard cock against Victor’s. “So, bub... What're ya gonna do about it?” he said like he was threatening him.
Growling, Victor abandoned his post at Logan's mouth and slid down his body, under the covers and shoved his legs apart. His tongue dove into Logan’s sweatiness and he moaned. That tasted good.... Lifting up into Creed’s mouth, Logan groaned. “Dammit... No grease again....” He meant to get something from above deck, a stick of butter or something, but he forgot.
Victor was salivating so much that he thought he created a river in Logan as he stuck his tongue inside him. Sometimes they would have used an oil or something, but normally, they just used natural lubricant.
Groaning, Logan lifted up hard. That was so damn good! “Yeah...” he sank his fingers in Creed’s hair, trying to lift his hips higher for him. “That's good.... deep...”
Wanting to shove inside Logan so badly, Creed positioned his hardness up against Logan and kissed him, but didn't enter quite yet. He was still afraid of hurting him.
“M' okay,” he said tugging on him, kissing him deep and hard. “Do it...” He bit on Victor’s lip. “C'mon...”
Insides clenching at the prospect of being inside Logan again, he thrust in and had to stifle the sound he made. It was like making love to him for the first time over and over again. He was never unsurprised by the power of the sensation that overtook him.
Letting out a short bark, Logan could feel something tear, but didn’t mind, the feeling of it healing over around Creed’s dick was incredibly hot, and he huffed against his neck. “Christ…” Running his teeth along Victor’s jugular, Logan demanded in a snarl, “Fuck me.”
Victor felt like he was going to cum from the growl in his ear. It was so hot... his breath was hot, his words were hot, his body underneath him and around him was on fire.... Gently at first, he bucked into Logan's body and felt the squeezing of muscles, then he couldn't control the speed of his thrusts any more and he felt like he was going crazy inside Logan. He shook over him as he fucked into his ass. Gods, he felt so good!
Almost gagging on the pleasure, Logan drove his heels into Victor’s back to make him go harder, clutching him. Devouring his mouth Logan shudderd around Creed’s cock, and panted hard against his lips, snarling, completely open to him. “Yes... Grrgughrrr... Fuck!” He could be a demanding little bottom. “Deeper!! Dammit!!!” he cried arching up, trying to get more.
"Logaaaan!!!" he howled and pounded as hard as he could into Logan, making loud clapping sounds against his flesh as hips hit hips. He bit into Logan's neck, tasting the slight tang of blood after a moment, though he hadn't meant to break the skin. He came deep inside him, with smaller, more concentrated, but equally uncontrolled humps.
Really unable to resist the feeling of the wet heat Victor pumped into him, Logan snarled against his skin, trying to bite him back, but too overcome by the power of his orgasm. Ending up roaring against his neck Logan dug his fingernails into Creed’s arms. “GGRRARAGGGHHRRRHGHH!!”
Smiling, Victor felt as Logan clench around his cock and it sent aftershocks through him. He clutched Logan to him hard. Trembling above him, he panted in his ear.
Panting as well, in long harsh gasps, Logan thought that damn, that was a bloody treat, and licked his neck as soon as he had his breath back. Logan grinned. “How long ‘til you c'n go again?”
Victor's cock throbbed inside Logan at that question. "Think in about thirty seconds, with that mouth a yours," he smirked and kissed him hard. He hadn't known Logan to be this... demanding. At least not in a long time.
“Ughn...” Kissing back, wet and deep, Logan gasped when he pulled away. “Little slower this time,” he said and kissed him again, sucking Victor’s tongue into his mouth. He forgot what it was like to have a lover that didn’t tire like him.
"You got it," he said and pulled almost completely out of him, but left his head just inside him. He waited there for about five seconds and then slid easily back in, feeling the smoothness of his cum inside him along his muscles. He loved pushing his cum deeper inside Logan and he was hard by the time he finished the stroke.
Gurgling in pleasure, lord that was nice, Logan looped his arms around Creed’s neck and blinked up into his eyes, panting nicely. “Ya got a fine cock, Creed... I'll give ya that.”
Victor smiled... but it faded and he ducked his head to rest beside Logan's and he breathed in his scent and slid inside him, slowly. The scent turned him on more than the sinking in his heart turned him off. Stroking his hands up and down Victor’s back, Logan nuzzled against his neck and went painfully stiff around him, clamping down hard when he rubbed slowly across his prostate. “Oh, God, yeah...” He thrashed a little before trying to calm down.
"Like that?" he whispered.
Huffing against his ear, Logan managed, “Yeah.... Do it again....” and shifted under him, panting in his hair. Smiling at that, he moved back inside him and slid over that sensitive nub near the back. He rubbed it with small strokes, concentrating on it.
Barking and roaring, Logan pushed up at him. “Creed... wait...” He knew he was not going to be able to put up with that long, and tried to buck him off. “Lemme turn over.”
"No, yer not," he growled, knowing that Logan wouldn't be able to take much of that. He rubbed at him mercilessly, clutching him to him. He wanted to make him cum whether he wanted to or not.
Defenseless and helpless in his grasp for a moment, Logan started fighting, struggling to get him off of him. He wanted it from behind.
"You gonna cum fer me?" he asked.
“Lemme....” Of course I am, you idiot! “Lemme flip... I'll... I'll come for ya...” he bit his ear. Victor growled and let Logan up after nipping his bottom lip.
Huffing, Logan scrambled onto his front and pushed his butt back against Victor, thighs spread wide. “C'mon!!” Grabbing his hand, Logan laced his fingers with Creed’s. Victor didn't even need to be told and he was inside Logan’s snugness again, nudging his gland. "Ah, Logan...." He bit Logan's shoulder lightly and licked all the way up it to his ear, then decided that was good to nibble on. He was in a bity mood this morning.
Growling deeply, Logan rocked back against him, clenching tightly on his cock, and muttered, “Deeper....” Victor did the splits to get his entire length inside Logan, and he was above average size, even for his height.
Huffing and snarling hard, Logan really really liked that. “Gonna... come again... c'mon, hard! Fuck me hard!!” Smirking, Victor rammed into Logan hard, but his pace remained the same, moderate pace he had maintained. Over the next couple of strokes though, he couldn't hold back any more and impaled Logan in his instinctual rhythm. Baring his teeth, Logan was glad he sped up or he might've exploded. Sitting up a little more, Logan worked his muscles around him, thinking he could come again without Creed touching his cock.
Victor lost himself in the pleasure and the rhythm... gods, Logan felt so good... how could he keep feeling this good? How could they ever have stopped this? Gripping onto his hand hard, Logan warned, “Gonna... Creed... Fuck...” and he roared wordlessly, spilling his seed again, his bottom squeezing tight around Creed, his body rigid with pleasure.
"Yeah...." he moaned as Logan clenched around his shaft. He felt great, but he was enjoying taking in Logan's reactions from his orgasm, not concentrating on his own pleasure.
Sitting up fully Logan craned his neck to kiss him and started concentrating hard on creating friction around Creed’s cock. “So fuckin' good... C'mon, come in me....”
"Ahh..." he moaned. Logan was practically squeezing the cum out of him! Bucking into him, he grabbed Logan’s hands and brought them back to Victor's hips. He loved it when Logan would play with his ass as they fucked. He shuddered inside Logan's body as Logan clamped around him like a vice. His hips jerked in and out of him sporadically as he came.
Logan nearly came again from Creed’s orgasm alone, and squeezed his butt and cock simultaneously, wishing there was something of Creed he could bite.
"Logan..." he whispered in his ear.
“Yeah...” Slowly Logan curled up on the bunk, but didn’t want to move so fast Victor would wrenched out of him.
Creed breathed against his ear for a moment. "Can we... just stay like this for a while?" he asked. He didn't want to be outside of Logan quite yet.
“Yeah...” Pulling him flat against his back, Logan liked him there, and shifted until he was comfortable with Creed inside him, then closed his eyes, gently stroking his arm.
Victor relaxed up against Logan and felt like hew as going to drop off to sleep again. "<I love you, Locrus,>" he mumbled in a daze.
Grinning a little, Logan said, “Yeah... Yer ok, too...” He kissed his hand fondly, basically saying 'I love you, too.' Victor's eyes clenched shut and he felt nauseous, but he clutched Logan in a hug... then let him go again. That was what it was going to have to be like, wasn't it? Embrace him hard... then let him go... “Hey...” Taking his hands, Logan tried to wrap them around him. “M' sorry, all right? Y' know I love you, doncha?”
Feeling like he was going to cry Victor nodded against Logan and hugged him again. "Yeah," he said with a tight voice. "I'm sorry, Logan. I'm just..." scared.
Shifting so if he leaned back enough, they could kiss, Logan pulled him into one. “Yeah... I know.” He could smell it, could feel it in every atom of Creed’s body. “I know...” Kissing him again, Logan’s fingers tangled in his hair. Victor’s hand touched Logan's face as they kissed, brushing it back into his hair. He tried to tell himself over and over that he wasn't going to loose Logan.... that Logan wanted him to be a large part of his life... but the fear seemed to leave an aftertaste in his mouth.
“Hey...” he broke away from his kiss. “Yer panicking...” Looping his arm back around his neck, Logan nuzzled him gently. “Stoppit. It stinks.”
Creed smirked and wrapped his arms gently around Logan. "Sorry." He took a deep breath of Logan's scent and noticed that he... wasn't afraid. Sighing, he hugged Logan gently.
Knowing if he thought about things beyond this moment, he would be in a state of such panic he would disintegrate on the spot, Logan said, “We're just... goin' ta visit Anchius. Just you an' me. That’s all you gotta worry about.”
Nodding, Creed relaxed into the bed. "What else do you remember about him?" he asked. "You remember any o' the things you'd talk about?"
Logan muttered, “Remember... talkin’ ta him about boys... wantin’ him ta show interest in someone other than me...”
"Did he ever tell you... that he wanted you?"
Thinking, Logan said softly, “Not that I remember...”
Victor nodded. "He ever say he had a crush on any o' the local boys?" he asked with a smirk. He could have sworn that he saw one of those boys hanging around a lot more than he should have, but he couldn't ever tell if Anchius returned the affection. Anchius... would never talk o him about that sort of thing.
Wincing, Logan said, “I... can't remember... I just remember the way he'd look at me an’ how much I didn't like it.”
"Yeah... I remember that look. Used ta give it to ya over dinner... then I'd kick 'im under the table." He chuckled at the memory of that.
“Ya did...?” Logan blinked a little. “He'd stink too... of want...” He swallowed, thinking that man, was THAT a weird experience.
"Which was particularly disturbin' at the table," he said, with less humor.
Muttering, not even aware of how ridiculous it sounded, Logan asked, “Where did we go wrong?”
"Wrong...? Logan, we were gay parents.... He thought that was normal... an' yer just... such a wonderful man," he said getting choked up. "There was no wonder he'd fall fer you." Victor paused. “After all, we didn't get old. To us Anchius was always a child, but to Anchius, he became our equal in his own eyes," he tried to explain.
“But I was his dad!”
"Logan... I was his dad. You were... more like his mom." He had been more approachable.
Finally wriggling free of Victor’s cock, Logan twisted around to look at him. “You wanna say that again ta my face?!”
"Sorry, Logan," Victor said, trying to hide his smirk, but not entirely successful. "You were... you two were closer than I was with him—that's all I meant by it." I also think you were more attractive to him.
“Still...” he flopped about until he was comfy, “That's fucked up... ta want yer dad...”
"It... wasn't so wrong in our culture. I mean, it was frowned upon, but not the, you're goin' ta hell an' burn ferever, kinda frownin' that ya get in this society. So... I guess we just never talked about it."
Looking up, Logan asked, “Incest?” He shook his head, not believing it, but he guessed he was the authority. “Damn... An' it ended with him dyin’ on the battlefield...” Victor nodded remembering Logan's reaction to Anchius being struck. They didn't win that battle.
Throwing his an arm over Creed, Logan sighed into his chest. “He ever watch us? When we were fuckin’?” He seemed to remember something like that. Victor looked away at that. He nodded and his heart rate increased. It happened a couple of times when he was very young and didn't know any better and they had stopped and sent him off to his room, but once when he had reached puberty, he had washed well, so they couldn’t smell him and watched at their door for Victor didn't know how long before they noticed him.
Furrowing his brow, he asked, “It happen... a lot?”
"We caught him once... never caught him again... but I don't know if he was watchin' anyway. He mighta’ tried lookin' in at the window instead o' the door, ya know. He was a smart one."
Sighing, Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Damn. An' this was the kid what sculpted the Venus de Milo?”
"He always said that people were beautiful. I don't know why he chose a woman."
Grinning a little, Logan said, “Ta make me jealous.” He was just kidding, and snuffled into Creed’s armpit.
"I think... I think it mighta’ been an offerin' ta Aphrodite..." Victor said with a frown.
Muttering, Logan said, “Stop bein' so logical,” he paused. “Was he a big fan er somethin’? Of Aphrodite?”
"No... I think he wanted ta make her an offering... like a prayer... to get you," he said quietly.
Swallowing, feels a little sick at that, Logan said, “Fuck... bit obsessed, wasn't he?”
"You could say that," he smirked. "Then again, I think I'm obsessed with you."
“S' long as there ain' no skinny, virgin sailor boys around...”
"I haven't even touched the boy," he said with a smirk and ran a hand through Logan’s hair. You oughta know why I did that, he groused.
“Ya wanted to...” he pouted a little.
Victor hugged Logan. "So did you," he teased.
Pulling back, Logan glared at him. “I did fuckin’ not!”
"Yer tellin' me that he looked just like yer boy back home and you didn't wanna fuck 'im through the deck?"
Glaring at him a little longer, Logan said, “It was fleeting. Wasn't droolin’ after him like you.”
Didn't think I had any other commitments, really. "Sorry," he said and kissed Logan’s shoulder.
Grumbling, Logan said, “Yeah.” He wasn’t going to let that drop for a while, but shut up about it for the moment. “What you think he saw in us?”
Breathing in deeply, he had to think about that one. "Can't say," he said. "Ya could go ask him," he smirked.
Chuckling, Logan said, “'M sure he'd appreciate that.”
"Think he might actually deck ya." That or he'd run crying.
“Kid doesn't have the cajones... Skitters away I so much as look at ‘im.”
"Yeah... poor kid," he smiled. His Logan had balls.
“.....” Logan smiled a little. “He an Anchuis woulda made a good pair.” Victor didn't say anything to that. He stared off into space with a frown. “‘Cept for the... obvious age difference.” He was getting a little stupid now that he was sexually sated and comfortable as all hell in Creed’s arms.
Victor was quiet, then said, "Yeah."
Muttering, Logan said, “Gonna sleep a bit... anyone tells us ta come up an' work, we fell overboard.”
Chuckling Victor nodded. "Yeah." He hoped that if anyone did miss them they will have earned a day's rest.
Getting up around noon, Logan stretched, all nekkid and happy. Logan's body stretching against Creed’s was a unique experience, but one he'd had several times before and loved every second of it... just like making love to Logan... or doing anything with Logan really. He smiled to himself at that. He ran his hands down his sides lightly.
Rolling out of bed, Logan stretched again, and smacked his lips in that happy morning way. He shuffled off to the communal bathroom, walking past sailors in his birthday suit. Oh gods, is Logan even awake?! Victor asked himself as Logan left.
Still too tired to care that he was naked, Logan shuffled into the communal shower and winced pleasantly under the blast of hot water, grumbling contentedly. Victor got some jeans on before he went to the bathroom and saw Logan showering. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so he wasn't going to shower with him. He used the rest room and washed up, then went back to their room to wait for Logan so he could go shower after. Gods, he looked hot though.
Waking up fully after a while, Logan started scrubbing... fully healed down there after their morning session, and scrubbed away all other remaining traces. He just gave anyone who walked in a big friendly smile like a guy who... well, who got laid.
Mark wandered into the bathroom, but froze like a deer in the headlights when he saw Logan. Slowly, he got his senses about him and backed out of the room, planning on finding another rest room to use. But they both knew there were no other restrooms on board. “Hey...” You can't get one past me, kid, Logan thought. “Don't be shy, y' can come in... I'll be done here in a minute.”
Waiting outside, Mark needed his fear to subside along with his hard-on before he could think about using the toilet. God, Logan had a hard body! Mark tried to not think about it, but wasn't having a whole lot of success with that.
Shrugging, Logan turned the soap on his hair, because it hadn't been washed in a good long while, and scrubbed so hard, some hair came out... but he could feel it growing back just as fast. Turning off the water, Logan looked around... damn.... “Hey, Mark?” He could smell he was still there. “Get me a towel, wouldja?” He didn’t want to put on a show again... besides, if he walked outside wet and naked he would be just as filthy as he was before he took a shower.
Glad he only mildly badly needed to go, otherwise he'd have been in trouble, Mark bounced outside against the bulkhead until he heard Logan calling him, when he froze. A towel? Mark went to grab one from the communal closet and tip toed back in to hand the towel to Logan. His eyes were on the tiled floor and not on Logan as he passed the folded fabric to him.
Taking it from him, Logan said, “Thanks...” doing a quick preliminary pat down, then folding it around his waist. Logan smirked. “You c'n look now.”
Mark didn't look, but went instead to the urinal and tried to pretend he wasn't still hard as he took care of the needs of his bladder. He took deep breaths and had to point the wayward thing in the correct direction in order for it to work.
Grinning a little, Logan couldn’t help but be flattered that he find a dusty, craggy old thing like me attractive. Padding out of the bathroom and back into their little closet, Logan took his towel off again to dry himself good and proper, hair sticking up all over the place. Victor chuckled at the sight and decided it would probably be safe to go and shower, but kissed Logan good and deep before he went off. "Be back," he said.
Taking that kiss, Logan felt it set in his bones, and started getting dressed before going to actually earn his keep on the deck. Finishes tying on his boots, Logan started heading toward the upper deck, cigar already clenched between his teeth. He was going to have to go back downstairs later today, though, since he lost the bet to Creed to clean the latrines and it was our turn this week. Washing and drying the dishes, Logan had a horrible propensity for breaking some. The cook just laughed it off and said not to bother, but he was just not good around delicate things.
Going into the showers Victor found Mark standing under the spray of the last shower, in the very back... with a hidden, but familiar arm movement pattern. Victor tried to ignore him as the kid jacked off across the room. After all, that was all he had left, wasn't it? He grumbled to himself and made sure he had a towel and everything available before getting all wet and naked. The water felt good but he made sure not to use too much of it—he knew how hard it was for ships to filter the stuff.
Because he was trying to ignore him, Victor didn't pay attention to the boy's comings and goings until he felt his hand tentatively on his shoulder. Victor snapped and whirled, stepping back away from Mark. "Whadd'y' want, kid?" he asked. Mark looked struck, but Victor hadn't touched him.
"I just... wanted to say that I was sorry."
“Fer what?" he asked, a little bewildered.
"For everything," Mark said. "I... still like you..." even though I really shouldn't at this stage. What's wrong with me?? He was confused, but he dried off and went to work. The smell of his completion hadn't been completely washed away and Victor got a whiff of it, but tried not to let it affect him. He was mostly successful because of his worry about the boy.
Victor joined Logan in the kitchen and started helping the cook with dinner while Logan washed the breakfast and lunch dishes. Grinning at him, Logan caught him when he was in the kitchen. “What took ya so long?” He could smell that ever so faint wisp of lust on him, but it wasn’t from him or Logan, but when he asked his question it was in a friendly, conversational manner. He was a bit too content to be suspicious.
"That was long? Man, three minute showers just aren't good enough for ya. I'd a stayed in there any shorter I'd still stink." He said under his breath, "Mark was there... Kid didn't look happy, but don't worry; he'll get over it."
Eyeing him a little, Logan sighed. “Dunno what ta do with 'im....”
"Ignore 'im. That's the best thing we can do right now, Logan. Best thing for the kid." Aside from a threesome, but the thought was only passing.
“I think I spook him,” he said scrubbing another dish a little too vehemently. “I don't like that, Creed.” I want to be nice to him, but I don’t want to lead him on.
"That's why we should steer clear, okay? I mean, you can say, hi an' whatever, but he doesn't need confusin' more than he already is. I dunno." They could try and find him a boyfriend, but on this ship... he wasn't sure how to go about doing it without upsetting people.
Sighing, Logan shook his head. “Boy needs ta get laid,” but then he realized that there really wasn’t a chance of that happening on this ship. “The sooner we get ta Europe, the better...” Victor nodded in agreement. Pushing him in the chest with his shoulder, Logan said, “Get back ta work, ya lubber.”
They would be rid of the boy once they hit Europe, that was certain.... Victor kept peeling the potatoes and smiled at Logan. "Yeah, yeah. Nag, nag." Victor paused in his work. "Uh.... Logan..." He just thought of something. He had given him Xavier's contact card...
“Yeah?” he looked up, finishing with a dish.
"I gave the kid one of Chukie's callin' cards... That okay?" he asked. Well, they were Scott's now, technically, but he had always thought of the place as Xavier's and he wasn't about to stop now 'cause the old man took off.
Shrugging, Logan said, “Yeah. That's fine... I mean, there're enough pretty boys there ta take his attention offa us refuse.”
Victor smirked. "Yer not careful, he's gonna fall in love with that boy a yers in his mirror,” he said meaning Remy.
Raising an eyebrow at him, Logan wondered if he was just being mean. “I don't think he'd be Remy's type.” Because only I am Remy's type! Me!! ME, ME, ME!
"Nah," Victor smiled. "Remy likes 'em tougher than him," he chuckled. It wasn't meant to be a jab, but Victor realized that it could be taken like one....
Not liking talking about Remy with him, Logan switched topics. “I gotta do the latrines t'day.”
"Joy," Creed said with a smirk. "Have fun with that."
Grumbling, Logan said, “I never lose at cat's cradle... You musta cheated...” he protested playfully.
"You musta been distracted," he teased.
“Don't flatter yerself, bub...” he smirked and shook his hands dry, wiping them on his pants. “While yer enjoyin' yer cushy kitchen place, you just remember I'm sufferin'.”
"Oh, I'll remember," he smirked. Flipping him off Logan swaggered downstairs, where he equipped himself to battle the harshest of elements.
Peter was in the danger room, tearing things to shreds. Remy was going to go in the Danger Room, but decided that he had better not, when he saw Peter was already in a session and decided to go take out his aggression on the trees outside instead. Getting completely hidden in the forest, Remy started his routine when a tesseract doorway opened and Sinister smiled down at Remy. "Ah, Le Beau. To think you actually voluntarily cursed yourself again." Remy was charging him as soon as he showed up.
The charge blew and Sinister was unharmed. "You know better than that," he said chidingly and grabbed for Remy. "Now try that and see if you don't blow yourself up." Remy knew he would blow himself up if he actually did charge Sinister again, so he tried to struggle out of his grasp. "No, no, boy. This way," he said as if he were leading a wayward child home and carried him bodily through the tesseract. Remy sent out a mental cry for help to Emma, or anyone that would listen, but he wasn't a telepath so it just ended up feeling like a scream.
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