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Part 21
Seeing the mansion come into view Mark was awed by it, especially when they went underground in the jet. He was really impressed by that. Having said hardly anything most of the way home, when Logan got out the first thing he said was to Kitty. “This is Mark. Would ya show him a room?”
Mark looked at Kitty and then back at Logan. "What's... what's going on?" he asked. No one else was disembarking.
“We got work ta do, kid... rest up, you gotta big day t'morrow....”
Looking at Logan for a moment, Mark then stepped over to Kitty. "Okay. Um... good luck?" he said, more asking if it were appropriate than implying he didn't feel it.
Reaching out, Logan patted Mark on the cheek affectionately. Going back into the plane, Logan sat down across from Creed, wishing they had more privacy from Hank and Rogue.
Staring out front, Hank really didn’t want to see what was going on back there between them. Rogue was used to having Creed around... just not used to having him around... and not chained up....
Swallowing, Logan sat in the back of the plane with Creed and said hoarsely, “Sinister took Remy, Creed....” Victor looked at Logan and his eyebrows drew up. Part of him cheered and part of him felt sorry for Logan. The two waged war inside him as he sat there in shock.
".... Why would he want the kid?" Victor asked, having less trouble calling him by not so derogatory names—to Logan at least.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “I dunno. His genes, probably.” Watching him carefully, Logan said, “We need to know where his lab is.”
"Which one?" he asked derisively.
“Where ya think he'd be most likely ta take Remy?” Victor thought about that one. The best place to take him if he wanted to keep him would be his Antarctic base, since the X-Men had left him there and he would think twice—and maybe three times, about going headlong into the snow. "Antarctica," he said quietly.
Feeling his gut clench up Logan’s heart went cold. “Hank!”
“I heard, Logan,” he said, taking the Blackbird into the air. Victor closed his eyes and suppressed a growl at having to help Logan get back his beloved whore. Remy would be less likely to let Logan go again.
“Hey...” Logan looked over at him, having heard the tiny growl. “Thanks.”
Victor's stomach twisted and he nodded. He wasn't eager about breaking the kid out either. The expression on Logan's face when he first saw him would be painful. He started preparing himself for that moment.
Noticing Creed was sort of drifting away Logan was suddenly concerned he would go feral when Logan needed him the most. Carefully unbuckling his seatbelt Logan sat next to him. “Hey... Creed?”
Why can't ya call me Theron, er somethin', he grumbled to himself and then looked at Logan. "Yeah?"
“You okay?” he asked putting a hand on his forearm and squeezing.
"Yeah," he muttered, looking at the deck of the Blackbird.
“Hey, look at me,” he said taking his cheek, making him look into Logan’s blue eyes. “You sure you're gonna be all right?” He was really concerned.
"Why wouldn't I be, Logan? It's just a little jail break," he smiled.
“It's more'n that, Creed, stop pretendin' it ain't.” Wanting to pull him back somehow, Logan couldn’t help but see how far away he was all of a sudden.
Creed had to get his mind on the job, and not on the kid he was going to be helping to rescue. "I know what it is," he whispered emphatically. "I know what it means... and that's the problem."
“You gonna go feral on me?” he asked, holding tight onto his wrist.
"Feral?" he asked. He snorted. "No, Logan. I ain't gonna go feral on ya." Gods. What a selfish jerk. Here I am tryin' ta be on my best behavior and he thinks I'm gonna go berserk! Ya didn't used ta be suck a jerk, Locrus... guess I wasn't either.
Pulling on his arm a little, Logan leaned in to kiss him under his ear. “Hey, no matter what happens, I'm always gonna love you,” he whispered.
"Don't say that too loud," he said, not as quietly as Logan. He didn't think the others would be able to hear him over the humming of the jet, but it would still probably get on Logan’s nerves.
Snarling a little, Logan groused, “I tell ya I love ya and all you gotta say is, ‘Dont' say that too loud?’” He was still keeping his voice down.
Do you really, Logan? He thought about that. If he hadn't loved him, he would never have bothered to let him live, let alone have stayed with him... been offering his companionship and his wonderful body. Victor bowed his head and leaned into Logan. It hurt to say it, but he did anyway. "I'm sorry, Logan... and I love you." He didn't know which hurt more to say.
Kissing the side of his mouth, Logan cradled his head and held him for a little bit. Victor wrapped the arm closest to Logan around him and squeezed gently.
"Remy know yer doin' that?" asked an angry voice from the cockpit.
Victor let go of Logan immediately. Baring his teeth at Rogue, Logan spat, “Mind yer own business.”
Rogue huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She would be telling Remy exactly what was going on back there. And Logan was worried Remy would cheat on him. Really fuckin' steamed, Logan thought, of course Remy knows, you mangy bitch!
Victor put a hand gently on Logan's shoulder. "Hey... don't listen ta her. The kid ain't gonna get weird about it," he assured. He didn't know that, but he had left so that they could be together... which he was starting to be grateful to Remy for, but he pushed the errant thought from his head.
Leaning back in the seat, Logan nodded and stayed silent. He was mostly angry because of the guilt her little comment caused him. Victor casually put his arm over Logan's shoulder and stroked the arm his hand fell on. "Any idea how long it's gonna take us ta get there?" he asked.
Grumbling, Logan said, “Few hours.” He hated being useless for so long. Victor nodded. It might take a while to find being as he didn't remember its exact location and with everything looking like a big white blur, he would have few landmarks.
"You wanna get me a map so I can try an' remember where the damn thing is?" he asked Logan gently.
Remy dozed and felt Nathaniel petting him much like a cat, he thought. He was grateful for the chance to sleep, but his body didn't turn out to need much at that moment. Slowly, he let his shields down so he could see how Nathaniel was feeling.
Having been sitting there all night, holding Remy, Nathaniel could see the sun coming up through his windows and was content, for now, happier than he had been in ages. Still, he couldn’t help but dread the moment that damnable jet landed and he had to let Remy go. Burying his nose in Remy’s hair at the thought, Nathaniel breathed in his scent.
"How we gon' know dey're here?" Remy asked sleepily.
Smiling down at him, his smile beginning to look a little more natural, Nathaniel said, “Good morning,” stroking his hair a little. “I have my systems on the lookout for them... Eager to leave so soon?”
"Jus' don' wan' Logan ta rip ya t’ pieces," he commented.
Rolling his eyes, he said, “Your concern is most heartwarming.” Wrapping his arm around Remy’s waist, Nathaniel pulled him back against him. Remy snuggled back into him.
"Nathaniel..." he said in a whisper, grinding his ass against the warm body behind him.
Growling, Nathaniel liked that, his cock quite hard from the night of admiring him and he thrust his large, plump cock against Remy’s bottom. Nathaniel growled into his neck. Remy moaned quietly and angled his hips so that penetration would be easier than not. Hooking his hand behind the knee of Remy’s top leg Nathaniel folded it further against Remy’s chest, rubbing the tip of his penis against Remy’s hole. He found Remy was still wet, and carefully started pushing in.
Remy sucked in his breath hard and squirmed at the intrusion. His hand went to cover Nathaniel's that was still under his knee. Groaning deep in his chest at the pleasure of being inside him, Nathaniel sank in him until only his silver balls were free. Nuzzling and licking his ear, Nathaniel said, “Remy... You are incredible...” and he started to thrust. Remy smiled at the praise and wondered where in the world it came from, idly. Had Nathaniel always liked him? He sent his flattered emotional response to Nathaniel and hoped that he picked up on it... because Remy was picking up on what Nathaniel was feeling. It was... mostly good. There was still this feeling in the back of Nathaniel's mind that was akin to fear, but there was a tinge to it that he didn't recognize. On the forefront though was his enjoyment of the sex and his admiration.
Moaning into Remy’s ear Nathaniel let his lips trace its contours. “I'm going to miss you.” He felt a pang of jealousy that that mangy, unfit mutt Logan got to experience Remy like this, and clung tighter to him.
"Nathaniel..." Remy gasped at the motion sliding across his prostate. Wouldn't the clone he was going to create be just as wonderful for him? Remy felt bad for him... and felt the jealousy from him, but brushed over it with reassurance.
Still rocking steadily into him, Nathaniel was sweating for the first time in ages. “Is he good to you?” he asked thrusting his cock up in him deep as if asking 'is he this good to you'?
Remy let his breath out in a sigh of passion. He didn't know whether he should answer him truthfully or not. Logan was... easily just as good, if not better. He was different. Rougher... but Remy smiled remembering both his rough... and gentle touch. A pang went through him as he missed his... absent lover.
Stroking his hands over Remy, Nathaniel took him a little more possessively. “I'll take that as a 'no'....”
Biting his bottom lip at the lie, Remy let Nathaniel run with his fantasy. He started bucking into Nathaniel. Running his mouth over Remy’s neck, Nathaniel pushed into him harder and harder. “Then stay,” he thrust against his prostate with well aimed jabs, curling his large, strong hand around his cock.
Closing off his mind after a quick retreat, he hid the wrenching of his stomach. He couldn't do that to Logan! It hurt that Logan was with Creed... it hurt that he felt emotions for him that were so closely echoed in the ones he professed to Remy... but he was still too precious to lose. "I can't, Nathaniel," he said quietly. Besides, Nathaniel had a solution for his problem. He could just create another Remy easily. Still, it probably wouldn't be the same.
Nathaniel liked Remy though, and no clone was ever the same as the original. He started pumping into him harder, wanting to leave his come in him in a possessive gesture, and wanting to have the echo of their orgasm in his mind when Remy left. Once Remy felt that he was controlled enough to handle it, he let himself back into Nathaniel's mind and broadcast the pleasure, and soaked it up at the same time.
Rolling on top of him, Nathaniel wanted to thrust harder and deeper, kissing his ear and moaning his name repeatedly, still fisting Remy’s cock furiously and driving his large penis into Remy’s nub.
"Ah!!!!" Remy shouted. He bit his pillow hard to keep from calling out a name—fearing it would be the wrong one. He felt like he was being fucked senseless.
Fucking into him hard and fast as his orgasm approached, Nathaniel gasped and panted into Remy’s ear, and he lifted his hips and came with a mighty roar. Only pulling out to slam back in again, Nathaniel wanted to fill Remy’s lovely pink hole beyond its capacity.
Moaning into the pillow, Remy thrashed around the cock impaling him and gripped the sheets tightly. Nathaniel's orgasm hit his mind and Remy shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice accompanying Nathaniel's. The orgasms bounced around each mind for an entire 30 seconds as they faded slowly, each buoying the other until they evened out. Remy was shuddering by the time he couldn't feel the intensity any more.
Nathaniel was only barely supporting himself enough to not crush Remy into the mattress, his head bowed against Remy’s back, hair spilling over his shoulders. “Remy....” Remy squeezed around Nathaniel and enjoyed his warmth. Groaning again, Nathaniel muttered in his ear. “I want to make up for lost time with you....” God, sex is so fucking good, how could I ever have given it up?
"Don' worry, Nathaniel... you'll have lots o' opportunity... jus'—" not wit' me. "Wit' my... clone." He really felt he needed to take a shower. Logan would freak out if he smelled like someone else's sex.
Completely deflating at that Nathaniel thought it would've been better if he had just screamed for Logan during his orgasm, and he pulled out of Remy, not ungentle, but decisively, and flopped to the side. Remy sighed and thought that this was probably a bad idea, but it was done now. He leaned in for a last kiss and when it was finished he said, "Nathaniel... I have to get ready to leave," quietly.
Wrapping his arms around Remy quickly so he couldn’t escape, Nathaniel pulled him into his lap and muttered hurriedly to him, “Don't waste your time on him, Remy! You think I don't know what happened between him and Creed? I do, and I know you can't possibly hope to win him. They have millennia together, Remy, a history you could never hope to replicate... Stay with me, we could have our own endless commitment. I would never let anything hurt you.”
Remy's jaw clenched. "I know what I'm up against, Nathaniel. I also know what Logan feels. De love he feels f' me is just as strong as what he feels f' Creed. I can't just give up like dat. I... would be miserable widout him." He paused, digesting what Nathaniel was saying. "I also could never live here... locked up like dis. Protected like you wanna protect me. I need t' live my own life, Nathaniel." He looked into his red eyes... eyes that he used to see as cold, but were steadily warming up. "You have ta let me go," he whispered.
Pressing his forehead to Remy’s, his red diamond a little cooler than the rest of him, Nathaniel stroked his bare back. “If you're unhappy, I want you back.” Kissing Remy’s neck, he said, “We don't have to stay here... I can take you wherever you wish to go.” He had the money.
"I know, Nathaniel." Remy pursed his lips. "I have to try... f' my sake—t' get Logan back. I don' expect y' t' understand why I love him... jus' dat I do." The thought of promising to come back flitted across his mind, but that would be a horrible thing to do. He should encourage him to move on, because it was best for him and because he didn't think that he would loose Logan.
Tracing his thumb over Remy’s lip one last time, Nathaniel mumbled, “I'll have clean clothes for you when you come out.” Remy nodded and slowly slipped out of Nathaniel's grip and his bed. He headed for the shower.
Falling back on the bed Nathaniel thought, yeah, sex is good, but... this hurts like a motherfucker.
Remy scrubbed the first layer of his skin away and it healed over... and he scrubbed away again. He cleaned himself out so that minimal traces of Nathaniel would be left.
Victor looked at the map and had gotten them pretty close to where he thought the base was. Within... fifty miles or so, he thought. Still, that was a ways. Having eagle eyes sharp on the look out for any base of operations, Logan was being an obnoxious backseat driver. Rogue was monitoring for heat sources and found one. "Hey, Ah got a readin'! It's about... thirty miles from heah. Ah think it might be Sinister's base!" It looked too big to be a research facility, and they were all closer to the south pole, since that's where most of the interesting stuff happened.
Looking over at Creed, Logan said, “Sound like the place?”
"Yeah. Sounds right."
Swallowing, Logan got one of Remy's coats from the back of the plane, in case he was cold and stayed back there a little while to collect himself. Victor went to the middle of the plane, preferring to be away from the two X-febes, but wanting to give Logan the space he obviously needed. Carefully walking into the body of the plane again, Logan nodded to him. “How ya doin’?” Still feeling sane?
Victor nodded and said, "I'm holdin' up. What about you?"
“Yeah. Doin' all right.” Feeling like he needed to do something, kiss him, lick him, something so Creed would know that no matter how excited he got over Remy, he still loved Victor, Logan couldn’t bring himself to do anything. Victor was going into infiltrate mode and started getting quiet. Quiet breathing, calming down, focusing on his knowledge of B&E. Feeling the jet begin to land, Logan braced himself.
Here we go, Victor thought to himself and hoped in the back of his mind that the kid was killed by an experiment so Logan could have someone to blame (Sinister) and someone to cling to (him).
Nathaniel was in his loft, not wanting to be there when Remy got out of the shower, and watched the X-Jet land outside through the scattered monitors and defense systems surrounding his fortress.
An electronic voice informed Remy that his friends had arrived. Remy was in his clothes in record time and ran to the entrance to let them in. He knew the basic layout of places and just wanted to leave with minimal confrontation. It would be better for everyone, especially him, if Essex didn't say good-bye to him. Remy opened the door and ran out into the snow, shivering instantly. He had braced himself, but he was still unprepared for just how cold it really was. He let out a cry like pain at the intensity of it.
Leaping out as soon as the door opened, Logan skulked up to the compound, suspicious and jumpy. Unable to resist, Nathaniel pressed a button that triggered a small machine gun hidden in the snow. Watching it come up, and shoot one bullet into Logan's side, Nathaniel let the machine gun sink back down into the snow again.
Leaping a mile, Logan tore at the little security device and ripped it out of the ground, looking menacingly around for anything else that may want to start something. Nathaniel laughed sincerely.
"Logan!" Remy jumped around the corner toward Logan and the sound of gunfire.
Looking up, Logan had Remy’s coat tied around his waist, and immediately unwrapped it, flinging it about Remy’s shoulders when he came into reach. Logan scooped Remy into his arms and sniffed the air before carefully prowling back to the jet. "Logan...." Remy wanted him to kiss him madly, even out there in the snow. His heart sank that Logan wasn't kissing him madly even out in the snow.
Standing in the snow at the open maw of the plane, Hank couldn’t believe it was that easy, and was awaiting something to come out of the sky and just blow them all to hell. Remy scrambled up the ramp with Logan and shivered violently in the cabin, even with the coat around him that Logan had given him.
Hurrying Remy into the plane, Logan yelled at Hank and the rest of them, “C'mon!” He didn’t trust this luck, and bundled Remy into the back of the Jet where there were heat vents. Immediately rushing in, Hank made sure everyone was accounted for, then started the jet and took off.
Setting him down gently Logan started checking him all over, smelling and inspecting him. “You ok, darlin’?” He was expecting him to be covered in bruises and welts and sores.
"Non, Logan, I'm fine. I jus' wanna get outta here," he said, his voice cracking.
“Yer fine?” he asked doubtfully, checking him all over once more, knowing there was something different and... funny smelling about him. “Remy... Did he... do... anythin' to ya?” Remy's lips quivered awfully as he looked at Logan and tears welled up in his eyes. Eyes going wide, Logan cradled Remy’s face. “Remy....?” Suddenly, Logan was horrified of what could've happened. “What'd he do? Darlin’? What'd he do to ya?”
Remy shook his head. "Can we jus'... go home? Please?" His voice cracked again on the please.
Stroking Remy’s hair out of his face, Logan said, “Baby... Please...” He was leaning into him pretty heavily, forehead touching his.
"Non!" he cried. "We have to get out of here," he said urgently, on the verge of tears.
Nodding, Logan said, “We're leavin’, darlin', we're leavin’!” Hank was in the air already, heading home. Getting up Logan pulled Remy into his lap, and tucked him under his chin, still trying to smell him. “Did he... experiment on you?”
Unsteadily, Remy shook his head.
Curling Remy in close to him, so they were in their own little shell, Logan whispered, “What is it, darlin’? Y' just scared? Y' cold?”
Remy nodded. "C-c-cold," he trembled out. "Scared." He gripped Logan tightly. Could he tell him about what he had done? He was so relieved to see him. He didn't want to loose him. Logan had told him that he wouldn't ask about their time away... so this was going to be what he kept to himself. He started to relax and sighed in Logan's arms. "Missed you, cher," he whispered and kissed Logan’s neck.
Trembling, Logan’s eyes fluttered shut, remembering Remy’s lips, cradling him close. “Missed you, too, baby,” he said giving him a soft, wet kiss.
Victor growled quietly in the corner, but didn't look at the two of them. He was feeling too sick to. Remy didn't hear the growl and nuzzled into Logan. Clinging to Remy pretty tightly, Logan pressed his nose in Remy’s hair and just smelled him, too engrossed in him to listen to any non-Remy noises. It felt so good to have Remy back in his arms.
Calm again, Remy opened his eyes to see Victor across the plane from them and stiffened slightly. Emotions warred inside him from a sting of jealousy to the egotistical feeling of supremacy that he was in Logan's arms and Creed wasn't. Relaxing again, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore Creed.
Feeling Remy tense up, Logan looked up and saw Creed sitting there, too... and felt guilty. Logan shouldn't have been doing that in front of him and smiled at him by way of apology. Victor looked away quickly as if to imply that he hadn't been looking—or hadn't been upset, but it was far too obvious that he was.
Smelling it on him, the suppressed emotion, Logan wanted to reach out to him, but... Remy.... He sighed heavily; this was so fucking hard. Remy opened part of his shields to look at Logan. "Cher?" Dis okay? He brushed lightly against Logan's mind, trying to keep the others out, but not completely able to. He felt Creed's longing most fiercely of the ancillary emotions he was picking up.
Turning his attention to Remy, Logan stroked his cheek. “Maybe not now, darlin’....” He didn’t want Remy to see the turmoil he was in. Remy nodded and pulled back in. Still, the feeling of Creed's jealousy and hurt made a bigger impression on him than he thought. He sat up and looked at Logan.
"'S good t' be back, cher." He kissed Logan lightly on the lips and said quietly into his ear, "Go sit wid him." His heart lurched as he said the words.
Heart lurching as well, Logan bowed his head a little. “No....” He hugged Remy tighter. “No.”
Remy nodded against him and hugged him back. "I'm all right, cher. He needs you... just as much as I do." Which was a problem they were going to have to address.
Feeling overwhelmed at this decision, Logan looked up at Creed, wondering if he asked, if Creed would come sit with them. Victor looked over—at both of them, with longing apparent in his eyes, then looked away again. “Hey,” Logan said directed just at Creed, as he offered out a hand. “C'mere...” Victor got up, trying to keep a stone face on and stepped over to the two men curled up tightly with each other and sat down on the other side of Remy, where the only other seat was. He leaned across him to hug Logan and draped one hand lightly over Remy.
Tensing at first, Remy thought, If I can forgive Nathaniel... can I forgive Creed? He relaxed after a second and turned slightly to nuzzle Creed in the chest. Victor's heart nearly stopped at the small display of affection. He never thought.... His mind kind of stalled.
Blinking at that as well, Logan was just as startled by it as Creed was and looked up at him. Remy smiled apologetically and dug back into Logan's shoulder. His face grew hot. Smiling, Logan couldn’t help it, and stroked his hair, saying softly, “Don't think 'e minds...” Remy nodded, but stayed in Logan's shoulder. He was too embarrassed to show his face at that moment. Grinning, Logan nuzzled him back into the open and gave him a fond, soft kiss. Remy sighed at the kiss. Logan could probably see how red Remy was when he opened his eyes, and the thought only made him blush worse.
Logan could feel how red Remy was and let him hide back in his shoulder, but he looked up at Creed and smiled warmly at him, threading his fingers into Creed’s. Remy slightly leaned his head onto Creed's arm and closed his eyes.
Needing to accept this... Remy hoped that if Victor didn't mind... that they could just... both love Logan. Not that any of them could stop either of them from loving him. Remy swallowed hard and leaned back into Creed's chest.
Twisting his body so Creed was more accessible and he could press his face in Remy’s neck while holding Creed's hand Logan thought they were like a puppy pile. Victor looked at Logan very perplexed. What the hell is this?
Smiling, Logan reached up to touch his face, grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled him in for a soft kiss, because Logan just loved him, too. The tiniest whimper escaped his lips and Remy smiled at that. He hadn't ever heard Creed whimper before. It was slightly endearing. Logan found it endearing, too, and kissed Creed again lowering his hand to sink into Remy's hair.
Remy watched the two of them kiss and saw the love and passion in it. He couldn't get in the way of that. His body tingled and his cock started to throb at the sight though. They looked really good kissing. Tugging Creed’s bottom lip between his teeth a little, Logan let his nose flare... and he smelled something. Looking down at Remy Logan raised an eyebrow. Remy hid his face from Logan—in Creed's chest though. Victor shrugged at Logan that Remy was nearly cuddling him.
Grinning, Logan decided to not push it, and curled Remy more comfortably in his lap and held him cradling Creed's hand in his. Victor squeezed Logan’s hand before letting it go. He raised it to Remy's cheek, having not missed the smell of arousal on him either. Gently, he pried Remy's face away from his chest and looked into his red on black eyes. Remy was staring at Victor, wide eyed.
Leaning down, Victor caressed Remy's lips with his own and hoped that he didn't get a growl from Logan. Remy's heart picked up to double-time. Watching what happened between the two, Logan was a little nervous, both that they might start throwing fists or that he might. Logan did growl, softly, but even he didn’t know why. Victor let Remy go and Remy wanted to curl up into a little ball. He heard that growl just as much as Creed did, but he probably feared it more.
I don't want to know what's going on back there, I don't want to know what's going on back there, I don't want to know, I don't, I don't was the mantra that was going on in Hank’s mind in the cockpit.
Leaning away from Victor, Remy curled up under Logan again. He didn't know if it was for protection, or because he was trying to apologize to Logan about letting Creed kiss him. Heart beating pretty fast as well, Logan didn’t know what he felt about that. He could smell the fear on Remy, but smelled his response to Creed. Looking up at Creed, Logan tried to read him, smell him, figure out what the hell was going on. Victor looked at Logan and wished he didn’t' screw things up all the time. Can't do anything right! he chided himself.
"Sorry, Logan—" he whispered. He was going to say sorry to Remy too, but he was probably trying to ignore him.
Grunting softly, Logan was just really not at all used to the idea of the two of them getting along much less kissing. He leaned in and kissed him, interrupting his apology. He could taste a little bit of Remy on his lips, but was sort of trying to tell him 'it's ok.' Remy was reassured by the kissing that was going on above him and came uncurled a little. He started licking at Logan's neck, then slid along his jaw toward his occupied lips. He wasn't sure what he should do next.... He was sorely tempted to kiss them simultaneously, but he hesitated.
Trembling a little at that, because that was nice, Logan bowed his head to kiss him and could taste Creed on him, too ... or was that Logan? Remy kissed back and it was Victor's turn to watch the action in his lap. He was certainly enjoying it. Finally Logan managed to piece together some words in his head, and muttered against Remy’s lips, “Thank God yer safe, Remy.” Nuzzling him gently, Logan pushed Remy further onto Creed so he could get further onto him.
Remy smiled against Logan's lips that were still pressed against his. Victor accepted the burden and rubbed Logan's back as they made a sandwich of Remy. Leaving Remy for a moment to kiss Creed as a sort of 'thank you', Logan realized Remy didn’t know. “Creed helped us find ya….”
"Figured dat's why he was here,” Remy said with a nod. “Uh... tanks," he said looking up at Victor.
"Don't mention it...” he debated what to call him. Logan would absolutely freak out if he called him a whore… not that he really felt like doing that any more—not now that the man had expressed acceptance of him. “…kid."
“Careful...” Logan grinned, stroking Remy's bottom lip. “He gets prickly if ya call him that.”
Remy was about to say that he only got that way around people that fucked him and called him that... but Creed had. "Eh, yeah. You a pedophile too?" he asked trying to find levity with a grin.
"When it comes ta you, kid... I guess so." Logan was after all, the only man alive who was the same age as Victor. Victor smiled at Logan.
Smirking, although he was still not sold on the idea of the two of them getting cuddly Logan supposed it was better than them at each other's throats. He should be grateful. Not wanting to ask 'what now' and ruin the moment, either Logan just grinned at them both and settled down. Remy hugged Logan to him again and let out a relieved sigh. Victor got cozy too and settled in to enjoy the ride home... although, he would probably regret getting there. Everything would change when they had room to move around again... room to avoid each other... room to think about the situation they were all in.....
Rogue saw the mansion coming into view and looked back at the boys, still all cuddling with each other. It made a disturbing shiver go up her spine. Waking a little, Logan nudged Creed, trying to let Remy sleep. “Wake up...” he muttered so only his hearing could pick it up.
"Mmm?" Victor muttered and lifted his head from Remy's.
Collecting the Cajun up in his arms as the jet settled, Logan said, “We’re home...” and I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do now.
Hank also felt a little disgusted by... well... Logan, primarily. He always took him for a respectable fellow... and was a bit disappointed. Getting out of the jet Hank headed inside, trying to see as little of them as possible.
Stirring, Remy woke up. He started at being so close to Creed, but calmed down now that they were home. Everything was going to be all right. He hugged Logan and sighed. Wishing he felt as relaxed as Remy obviously was right then, Logan was a little high strung. Carrying him inside, Logan didn’t even know which room to take him to, and decided on setting him in his room, putting Creed in the containment cell and having him stay in his own room. It was only fair.
Liking to be carried by Logan, really, Remy thought he was probably a bit big for the man. "Hey, Logan, I can walk, y' know?" He hadn't been hurt after all. Not so certain he hadn’t been hurt, but also just wanting to hold him, Logan said, “I know...” He opened his bedroom door, settled him on his bed and went about clinically removing his clothes and getting him ready for bed.
"Logan!" Remy objected, holding his shirt on himself, blushing furiously.
Leaving his skivvies on, Logan made sure he was not sleeping in jeans. “Relax, kid.” Getting him down to his drawers Logan pulled back the covers. “Get in...” Remy hopped in, glaring at Logan and pulled the covers up tightly around him. He wasn't looking at Logan or Creed any more. Hugging the big man was one thing... getting naked in front of him was another completely. Especially since it didn't look like Logan was going to be staying with Remy tonight.
Leaning over, Logan kissed Remy’s ear and muttered, “I'll be in my room if you need me...” Nuzzling his ear, he clarified, “I'll be in my room... alone.” Stroking his hair a little, he whispered, “I love you, Remy.” Remy's expression softened at that and he smiled at Logan. He was grateful that Logan was planning on spending the night alone... but what about Creed? Was their problem solved... or were Creed and Logan still technically together...? Remy frowned at the thought, but nodded and snuggled down under the covers.
Stroking his thumb across Remy’s eyebrow, he said, “We'll talk in the mornin’, all right? You need ta rest...” Remy nodded and closed his eyes.
Kissing his eyebrow again Logan got up, looked at Creed with a bit of a warning glance, and then led him outside. “Sorry, bub, but you gotta sleep in yer cell again.” Softly, he shut Remy's door.
Victor had waited in the doorway of Remy's room, not going in, but definitely watching. He frowned at Logan, but then nodded. He knew he wasn't going to get such a long leash so soon. He admitted that it would be a lot nicer if Logan would stay in the cell with him, but he felt he could keep himself in check because he knew that Logan cared for him.
Silent as they went down the hall and down the stairs, Logan felt like he swallowed a rock... and unlocked the containment cell nodding for him to go in, eyes apologetic. Victor went through and let Logan close the bars on him, but he reached out for Logan's hand through the bars when he was in. Stopping, Logan looked at Creed’s hand, but couldn’t look in his eyes. He didn’t say anything.
"<Locrus... I'll be okay.>"
Nodding, he said, “I know.” but lets see how ok you'll be tomorrow when all the decisions have to be made. “G'night, Creed.”
"<Good night...> Logan?" he asked before Logan left.
Stopping at the doorway, he said, “Yeah.”
"Do you remember... my name?" he asked hopeful.
Shifting a little, he said, “Yeah.”
Victor sighed and nodded. "<Can I hear it... please?>"
Leaning against the wall, obviously uncomfortable Logan whispered, “....... Theron......” It meant "hunter."
Theron smiled relieved and rested his head against the cool adamantium bars. He could stay in there for days now if he had to. Logan was remembering more about them all the time and he was grateful for that. He looked at Logan, who was still not looking at him and then headed to the little cot where Logan had nearly broken down despite the love he harbored for the young thief.
Swallowing, Logan leaned up and moved out the door, saying, “G'night....”
"Night..." he mumbled and sat on the cot. He relaxed as Logan left and thought about the recent memories he had of his lover.
Going outside, Logan knew he was not going to be able to sleep all night. He was still out in the woods when the sun came up.
Remy was curled up on Logan’s bed, hugging his pillow tightly, sleeping deeply. Going back into his room, finally, Logan saw Remy there, and wanted so badly to crawl in bed with him and cuddle and make love to him when he wake up, but that wouldn't be fair. He went out to the Rec. Room and slept on the couch.
Several hours later, Remy woke up and Logan still wasn't back. Logan had said he would be in his room if Remy needed him... He had had a nightmare last night and really wanted Logan... but he had found an empty room instead. He had curled up to smell Logan's sheets to ease his mind and chided himself for not thinking of this earlier when Logan had been gone. He stretched and imagined Logan behind him, petting his sides as he lengthened his body. Sighing, he found that it wasn't dark enough in Logan’s room for him to sleep in and decided that he had had enough sleep. He got up to go to grab a shower and get changed so he could go find Logan... and some food. But only a little, he chided himself for being so hungry.
Unable to sleep on the sofa, either, Logan got up and started playing pool. Hitting the balls particularly hard, Logan had a lot of frustration to work off. Wishing he could get drunk, Logan kept pounding back beers just to keep that slight buzz going.
Remy came down to the kitchen and heard the hard crack of the balls and curiously peaked around the doorway to see who was up playing this early. He was surprised to see Logan up with a frown on his face, smacking the balls all across the table. "Y' gon' mess de table up, if y' keep doin' dat...."
Looking up, Logan put the pool cue against the table for a second. “.... Mornin’.”
"Mornin', cher. Couldn't sleep?" he asked worried.
Shaking his head, he said, “Nah....” He slammed back another beer.
"Nah, y' could sleep, or nah, y' couldn'?"
“No, I couldn't sleep...” Crumpling the can in his hand, Logan tossed it into the trash can that already had several crumpled cans in it.
Remy grimaced. "Wanna tell me what's keepin' y' up?" he asked, nervous that Logan wouldn't open up to him.
Shaking his head, he said, “Not really... But I reckon you could guess...”
"Creed?" he guessed, biting the inside of his cheek.
“That's part of it,” he said pulling out a cigar and lighting it up.
"Oh...? Den, I'm ‘fraid I'm lost on de rest of it, unless... unless de oder part o' de problem is—me."
“It ain't a 'problem', darlin’... Just a sticky, shitty situation....” Chewing on his cigar a little, Logan bent back over the table.
"Logan... I understand... if y' need more time. Everythin' kinda got interrupted...."
Bowing his head, Logan muttered, “Ya could say that again....” Looking over at him Logan straightened up. “You sure yer okay, kid?” He noted that he smelled a little... off.
Grimacing at Logan's first comment, Remy said, "Oui, I'm okay... pedophile," he smirked, hoping to set Logan off.
Shoulders bunching up, Logan said, “Sorry.”
"I'm teasin' ya, Logan," he smiled. "You hungry at all?" he asked. After being up all night Remy was usually hungrier than if he had gotten sleep.
“Nah....” He thought he would throw it up. “Thanks, though.” Remy nodded and headed toward the kitchen, intent on eating a little so he wouldn't have to fight with Hank about it.
"I see you later den," he said before he left.
Nodding, Logan immediately went upstairs and sat on the end of Ororo's bed, watching her sleep, waiting for her to wake up. He was completely unaware that it was totally creepy.
Ororo woke up soon after, believing that the sun should wake a person up every day. She was very natural that way. Noticing Logan on her bedside, she smiled at him, because he looked like he needed to see a smiling face. She could understand if he didn't feel like smiling himself. She knew most of the situation with Creed and Remy. "Good morning, Logan," she said.
Staring at her for a moment, heart heavy, Logan muttered, “What do I do?”
"You certainly have yourself in a pickle. I won't deny it. Have you asked them how they both feel?" she asked him gingerly.
Shaking his head, Logan lowered his eyes. “Nah. 'Fraid Creed might freak out again... Or Remy might just shut down or explode er somethin’...”
"While I cannot give any projections on how Creed might act, I can tell you that Remy is much stronger than just before his empathic episode."
With a gravelly voiced, Logan said, “Be that as it may, he's still a kitten inside...” Looking out her window, Logan said ashamedly, “He's just a kid….”
"Remy would not be pleased to hear you say that," Ororo observed. "Why don't you give them both a chance to put their feelings on the table so to speak?"
Throat closing up, Logan managed to grind out, “Cause I'm scared, 'Ro.”
"Logan... what will happen if none of you ever talk again?"
“........ Was thinkin' 'bout that....” Indeed, he had considered running off in the night and hiding in a rice basket in Japan for the rest of his life. “Wouldn't work, don't think...”
"Remy would not let you avoid him for any lengthy period of time. You know that, Logan." Ororo was meaning to be constructive, but she admitted to being a little stern there.
Nodding, Logan said to himself, if I'm honest with myself, I couldn't stay away from either of ‘em for very long. “...... What if they make me choose, Ro?”
"They tried that before, Logan. Remy understands how you feel. Creed may make you choose, but if that's the case, Remy would let him have you. He understands how you feel too well and cares too much to have you be torn in two. It is much like the parable of the mothers fighting over a child when the wise man suggests that they cut the child in half so each lady could have half... he would not harm you just to have half of you."
“But he'd harm himself, Ro.” Feeling his throat close up, he continued, “He'd go on pretendin' everything was fine just so long as I'd hold him three an' a half nights outta the week... That ain't fair... Not ta either of ‘em.”
Ororo noted that Remy’s attitude was one the mother who had given up rights to her child so that it would live had had. She had been willing to live with the pain of someone else raising her baby and never seeing it again. "Then perhaps you must come up with a more... creative solution than even the one the wise man came up with," she suggested with a smile that was meant to be encouraging, but wasn't completely pulled of due to the weight of the situation.
“An' what's that?” Just tell me what to do!
"I cannot say, Logan." She didn't know what solution they might come up with. "You might all decide that time share is the best for you all. You might find that the three of you starting a relationship would be best. Or you could let Remy go entirely and condone Peter's affection for him. I don't know, Logan. This is why you need to talk to them about their feelings. No one can decide for you what you must do to be most considerate to them both," she said squinting at him in concern.
Wincing, Logan bowed his head a little, shifting to change the topic. “How's the kid? Mark?”
"Mark? I'm sorry, I haven't met Mark yet. I just got in last night from a mission with Kurt...."
“Oh...” He looked down at her bedspread. “How did that go?”
"We were successful," she smiled. "With a few difficulties, but nothing we couldn't handle."
Nodding again, he said, “Good. Glad ta hear it...” He slowly got off her bed. “Thanks, 'Ro... Tell Scott I won't be in t'day...” He lumbered over to her door.
"I will tell him, Logan." She watched Logan leave and said a silent prayer to her goddess that Logan would find a way to work things out that was best for everyone.
Shuffling downstairs, Logan was going to go into the kitchen and look for Remy.
He found him in the kitchen sipping tea, warming his hands around the cup. He was looking off into space, but looked up at Logan when he saw him out of the corner of his eye. "Oh. Hey, cher," he tried to smile.
Giving him a small quirky grin, Logan thought how he was so lovely sitting there, and just blurt out, “I love you.”
Remy's heart squeezed in his chest. "Love you too, cher." He rose from his seat and went to kiss Logan soundly.
Kissing him back, Logan folded his arms around Remy’s waist and pulled him close so he could feel the thrumming of his heart. He put his head on Remy’s shoulder. Remy hugged Logan. He swallowed and wanted to ask—what now? but figured that he would really have to wait until Logan was ready to deal with the situation before he would really get any answers. Judging from Logan’s sleepless night, he wasn't quite ready to deal with everything.
Pressing his face in Remy’s shoulder, Logan rubbed the small of his back. “Darlin'?”
"Oui?" Remy asked, controlling his voice with an iron fist to keep from sounding like he was trembling.
“Would ya come down to the holdin' cell an' talk with me an' Creed? Please?” He felt like he was asking him to cut off his arms. Remy swallowed and nodded his head. He reached out and took a last sip of his tea and followed Logan down to the detention cells, holding his breath along the way.
Able to hear him, Logan admonished, holding his hand, “Breathe, baby....” He would be carrying him if he didn't think Remy would protest. He was just as scared as Remy was if not more so. Remy nodded and took in audible breaths, trying to convince himself to keep breathing. He could feel the ominous moment as they neared Creed's cell. Remy was getting more and more nervous. He tried to stop because he probably stunk to Logan, but he didn't feel like there was much he could do.
Stopping before the door into the containment cells, Logan took both of Remy’s hands and kissed his knuckles. “Relax, darlin’...” He knew Remy wasn’t worried about the physical harm, but he said, “We c'n keep him behind bars...” anyway.
"Logan... I don' tink he gon' attack me... not after yesterday—which was real weird, by de way.... I'm afraid... o' loosin' you... an' I'm afraid o' you loosin' him...." he finished sadly. He couldn't keep Logan away from Creed and couldn't keep Creed away from him either... not if they needed each other....
Pulling Remy against him, Logan said, “I don' wanna lose either a you, either...” Sighing, he squeezed Remy pretty hard. “Y' know I love ya, right?”
"Oui. I know," he said softly.
“Good....” he said and let the door to the cells slide open. Taking Remy’s hand Logan carefully walked inside, and called softly, “Creed?”
Victor sat upright and approached the bars. He smelled the both of them. "Hey, Logan. Remy. What's—" the fear hit him pretty hard and he started getting nervous. Were they going to leave him in there forever? What was going on???
Letting go of Remy's hand Logan approached the bars. “How'd ya sleep?”
"Pretty good..." he said tentatively. He had been comforted that Logan had been able to express some affection for him and had remembered something important about him.
Shifting, Logan looked back at Remy, then back to him. “I was wonderin’.... if we all could talk?” He cringed, hating talking.
"About...?" he asked suspiciously.
“Us....” Logan was very still.
"Okay... You boys wanna come in?" So I don't feel like yer free ta do what the hell ya want an' leave me here ta rot.
Looking over at Remy, Logan decided it was up to him. Remy nodded slightly at Logan. Opening the cage for him, Logan left it open, and came inside to sits on the cot. Remy followed and closed it behind him out of habit. He was there for a reason, after all. Remy sat on the floor against the wall nearest the cot and Victor chose to sit down next to Logan. "Okay, so... what about 'us?'" Victor asked.
Swallowing, Logan had never facilitated a conversation like this before, and had no idea what to do. “Anyone got any ideas?”
"What are we tryin' ta do, fer starters?" Victor asked. Remy stayed quiet over in the corner. He wasn't heartened by Logan's... lack of direction.
Slumping a little, Logan needed their help, and shook his head. “Fuck, I dunno.” Getting up, Logan leaned against the bars. “Never been inna situation like this... that I know of...” He would kill for a cigar right now, he really would. “All I knows we all want somethin' we can't have.”
"What is it ya want that we can't have, Logan?" Victor prodded. Maybe he could convince Remy to be cooperative if he found out exactly what Logan wanted.
Eyeing the both of them, Logan said, “I can't speak for both a you... I just...” he swallowed. “I just don't wanna choose b'tween tha two of ya....” He felt a little sick at the thought of it... and knew if he was forced to make a decision by either one of them, he would have to leave both of them.
Victor and Remy looked at each other. Remy sighed, closing his eyes and bowing his head. "Logan... leave me an' Creed alone fer a minute... please?"
Oh, shit, was that ever scary.... “Y'… y' promise ya won't kill each other?”
Remy nodded and Victor nodded as well. They weren't looking at each other... fondly, but they didn't look like they were about to rip each other apart. Swallowing, Logan left the cage and then the cell block without a word, thinking he might just throw up. He shut the door to the containment cells behind him. Logan wanted to listen in so badly, but if they were going to have a relationship based on trust, that just wouldn’t work.
"What the hell was that yesterday, anyway, kid?" Victor asked as soon as Logan was out of the cell. Remy smirked at Victor's... directness.
"I figured dat I better start toleratin' ya," he said simply. "An' from what it looks like, dat's gon' be really important here, real soon."
"What are ya tryin' ta say, Cajun?" Victor nearly growled.
"I'm tryin' ta say dat we gotta get along f' Logan's sake. I... I'm willin' ta share 'im," he mumbled looking at the floor. He had let Victor's eyes go and stared sadly at the adamantium flooring. It signaled that Victor had a power over him that he couldn't deny... he had Logan’s heart.
"Share?" Victor asked the boy suspiciously.
"Oui... I don' know what kind of arrangement ya wan'...." He nearly choked up.
Victor slid off of his cot and glided next to Remy, landing just next to him. His hand went to Remy's face and hair, his fingers tangling in the silk locks lightly. "Arrangement?" he asked leaning into Remy. He was trying to smoke out the thief's desires, whatever they might be.
Getting nervous, Logan was pacing anxiously up and down the halls, claws going in and out.
Remy's breathing became a little more labored with Victor's closeness. The fear accosted Victor's nose and he leaned into Remy’s ear. "Don't be afraid, Remy... I ain't gonna hurt ya." Remy wasn't completely convinced, but calmed down a little. "What do you wanna have happen?" he asked in Remy's ear.
"I jus'—I jus' wan' Logan," he whimpered. He didn't care how often he would have him, he just wanted to be able to be with him.
"That's what I want too, kid. So. What're we gonna tell 'im when he comes back in here, hunh?" Remy was surprised to hear that.
Stroking his hands through his hair, Logan asked himself, what are they talking about?? What if they’re hurting each other... no... if they were, I'd hear it.
"I... maybe we tell 'im dat we wanna share him equally?"
"There's a question o' division, here, kid." Remy sought out Creed's eyes tentatively and questioned him with his own. "Lengthwise or widthwise?" he smirked.
"Hunh?" Remy cocked his head to the side. He didn't think they were actually going to split him up!! His heart started to beat rapidly. "What are y' talkin' 'bout? Y' not gon' hurt Logan...?"
Unable to help it, Logan ducked into the nearest bathroom and threw up.
Victor smirked. "No, kid. I mean do ya wanna share 'im at the same time or always be separate." He had noted recently how good a body Remy still had, and had smelled—and liked the smell, of his desire. He wouldn't mind a threesome with the young man, although he would understand if he was unwilling to put himself in such a vulnerable position again.
Huddling over the sink a long time, Logan splashed water on his face.
Remy's mouth hung open slightly. "I... Creed... maybe some day, I could trust y' enough. But not any time soon. Separate—f' now."
Finally, Logan came out of the bathroom, shirt wet from splashing his face so much, and paced up and down the hall. What are you talking about in there?
Victor nodded and invited Remy to go get Logan. Remy nodded and left the unlocked cell to go find Logan... and found that he wasn't in the hall. Opening his shields, he searched for Logan’s mental signature and found him in the nearest bathroom down the hall.
"Logan!" Remy intercepted him as soon as he saw him in the hall. "Cher, y' all right?" he asked, having felt his turmoil.
Nodding, Logan looked up at him for any sign of what was going on. “Yeah...” He waited for his cue.
Remy nodded relieved and lead him back inside. "We decided," he said.
Without me?? “Yeah...?” He looked up at Creed, feeling sick again.
"We decided dat we'd be willin' ta share y', cher... if it's okay wit you."
Eyes flickering between the two of them, Logan asked, “Share me?”
Remy swallowed. "We couldn' come up wit' anythin' else..."
"It solves everybody's problems... mostly," Victor said from inside the cell.
Looking over at Creed, then back at Remy, Logan asked, “How... How're you gonna 'share' me?”
"We hadn't figured it out... Long as y' wit' both of us, I don' tink it really matters," Remy said shyly.
Trembling a bit Logan tried to relax... no one was leaving... no one was leaving... he could still love them... they still loved him.... “Yeah....” He was so relieved; he had to sit down, so he staggered over to the bunk and dropped his weight on it. “Yeah...” Remy was relieved and went over to hug Logan. He pulled back to kiss him lightly before leaving the cell.
Swallowing, Remy said around the knot in his throat, "I see you soon, cher."
Reaching out Logan grabbed him before he could go too far. “Where're you goin’?” he asked almost panicked.
"Um... up t' my room," he said perplexed.
Logan swallowed, not letting go of Remy’s wrist. “Why?”
Remy's lips trembled. "I... tought you an’ Creed might wan' some time alone, so...." he didn't get through the rest of his explanation. He couldn't get the words to come out. Victor was quiet. He let Remy handle this part. They were going to have to come up with a system of ‘passing the baton,’ so to speak.
Tugging on him, Logan pulled him into his lap and squeezed him close. He had thought he wasn't going to be able to have him anymore. He missed him so much, and pressed his nose in Remy to smell him all over. Remy embraced Logan back, but looked over at Creed nervously. When they had been in the Blackbird... everybody had been so relieved that a little intimacy didn't seem to bother anyone—they all understood the circumstances... but now... things were different. There wasn't such a weight pressing down on everyone....
Sighing, Logan could tell Remy was uncomfortable, and loosened his arms around him. “Ah... So... How we gonna do this?”
Remy swallowed. "I jus' tought..." Remy sighed. "I don' know," he huffed and became completely boneless in Logan's grasp.
"Make something’ small, Remy," Victor said.
"Make somethin'?" Remy asked Victor.
Looking over at Creed, Logan asked, “Huh?”
"Yeah. Somethin' we can carry around ta pass between us—like a relay race," he smirked. Since ya don't want anythin' ta do with me, anyway.
Remy blushed at the thought of Logan being a relay race. Shaking his head, Logan didn’t get it. “What're you talkin' about, Creed?”
"Well, of course, y'll factor inta this, too, but fer me an' Remy. Think it'd be good ta have somethin' physical that says who has... priority?" Remy understood. Asking for a small trinket wouldn't seem so... embarrassing and lowering as compared to asking someone for the attentions of their lover.
Swallowing, Logan thought this was going to be tough. “Look... I don't...” He didn’t want to be tossed around like a thing. Shaking his head stiffly, he said, “Can't we just come up with a schedule?” Looking over at Creed, Logan was suddenly struck. “An' where are you gonna stay?”
"Well, I either stay here or somewhere outside the mansion an' you come ta visit. It ain't like Cyke is gonna let me wander around with all them kiddies here."
"We could come up wid a schedule, Logan..." Remy said. He didn't really have faith in those though.
Staring at the floor for a minute, Logan said, “I dunno how ta do this... I dunno what's right....”
"I dunno either, Logan," Victor said.
"What happens if y' wanna be wit' Creed on a day dat y' scheduled ta be wit' me?" Remy asked contritely.
Rubbing his forehead, Logan admitted that shit this was complicated. “I don't... I don't know....”
"You wanna play it by ear, Cajun?" Victor asked to him.
"Dat was m' first plan," he said looking at Victor.
"There, ya see. Kid knows what he's doin'."
Really nervous that they were both going to get jealous or feel neglected, or Logan would get worn out trying to keep two lovers happy he just swallowed and nodded. Remy looked down at Logan and grimaced. That's why he was going to leave. He was going to offer—first shift to Creed. Remy's stomach twisted and he got up from Logan's lap. "I leave y' two alone now," and he headed out of the cell.
Letting him go, Logan watched his retreating back, thinking this had gone downhill already. Remy was going to leave him first. Remy had just been trying to be polite... and he also wanted to go cry or vent or something so he could get over his feelings about sharing Logan.
Resting his elbows on his knees Logan held his head. “Ya really think this is gonna work, Creed?”
Victor watched Remy go too, hoping that the kid could get past his feelings about him and their dark past. "None of us have ever tried anything like this before, Logan. I doubt even the Cajun has juggled two relationships that know about each other at the same time. He doesn’t know what ta do."
Remy headed out to the Danger Room. He felt like he was going to explode in ten seconds and ran to the room so he wouldn't blow up the mansion.
Logan had been thinking so hard for so long that he finally just let loose and ended up throwing Creed against the wall, crawling into his lap and kissing him savagely. Victor was a little surprised at Logan’s forcefulness, but he took all of it willingly. He ground against Logan and grew hard at Logan's smell, but even harder at the lingering smell of Remy in the room. He so wanted a threesome with the thief. Nipping at Logan’s lips, his hands ran down his back and slid into his jeans.
Pulling away from him while he groped Logan’s butt, Logan said hoarsely, “You ain' gonna fall in love with my Cajun, are ya?”
"In love—probably not. In lust—oh yeah." This relationship must not really be a triangle, but a 'v.'
Swallowing, Logan asked, “You gonna try ta fuck him?” Logan was going to lock him in there forever if he said yes.
"No." That ass is yours, Logan. "Might be fun ta make a sandwich outta you though," he smirked. "Remy an' I talked about it."
“....... Ya did?”
"Well, not in detail, but we talked about havin' ya at the same time. I'm shocked that the kid is even entertainin' the possibility."
“...... He is?” Logan remembered being shocked all to hell when Remy let Creed kiss him last night. “Yer not pressurin’ him, are ya? He's just a kid, Creed.”
Victor thought about it. "What do ya consider pressure? I asked him about it, he said he'd think about it. Haven't mentioned it again."
Sighing, Logan crawled off of him. “C'mon....” Standing, he said, “Let's go find Mark... make sure he's settled in all right....”
"Um... yer forgettin' that I ain't allowed outta here."
“Y'are if yer with me.... C'mon.” Victor shrugged and followed Logan. Creed did admit that he felt much calmer when Logan was with him. Sniffing Mark out easily, Logan gently knocked on his door, hoping he was awake. Mark answered the door almost immediately, but there was a little bouncing around from inside the room as he jumped off of his bed to get the door.
"Logan! Victor!" he shouted relieved.
Smiling a little for him, he said, “Hey, kiddo. How are ya?”
"Good. Did you—find who you were looking for?" he asked worriedly.
Smiling, Logan said, “Yeah... He's safe an' sound... How'd ya sleep?”
"Fine. What's going on?" he asked coming out of his room. "Kitty gave me a short tour of the place, but she said I'd have ta have medical examinations or something?" he asked.
“Yeah...” he shrugged. “It's nothin’ much... Just run ya through a few tests, take a few samples.”
Mark nodded. He didn't really have a problem with hospitals at all. In fact, he had some fond memories of there... that he couldn't really place, when he thought about it. He looked puzzled at the wall. Hunh. That was odd. "So—what... do I do?" he asked a little shyly.
Starting to walk down the hall, Logan assumed he was going to breakfast. “Well, you got any family ya need ta call? Tell ‘em where you are?”
"Sure. Lemme call my mom. She'll be worried about me when she finds out I’m not on the boat," he said. "Where's the phone?" he asked.
Nodding, Logan said, “Down this way,” showing him the phone in the hall then wandering back over to Creed. Victor watched Mark closely. The kid moved pretty naturally, but there was an element of his grace that was inherent. He looked way too much like Remy to be a coincidence and he was thinking about it when Mark dropped the phone from his hand in shock. He started trembling.
Turning to see what happened, Logan asked, “You all right, kid?”
"No...." he mumbled out and his hands flew to his head. "What's going on?" he asked before looking at Logan. "My... mom... she's not there...."
Furrowing his brow, Logan carefully braced Mark’s shoulders. “Well.... Maybe she went out shoppin’....”
"No... some guy answered... said I had the wrong number...."
“Well.... You could have dialed wrong”
"I know my phone number!!!!!" he shouted. "I know what I dialed!!!"
Petting him a little, Logan said, “Don't shout, darlin’, don't panic... Look, why don't ya try again?”
“Calm down, kid," Victor eased a little perplexed that he would call the boy ‘darlin’ which he seemed to reserve for Remy.
Hand shaking, Mark took the phone and tried to dial it again. "Make sure you see what I dial," he said as he pressed the buttons.
Nodding, Logan watched over Mark’s shoulder. Mark waited with sweat pouring down his brow as the phone was answered by the same man. "I...is this the McCain residence?"
“No, kid. You really have the wrong number," the man said over the phone.
Mark sniffed and was about to shout at the top of his lungs, but instead mumbled, "Thanks," and hung up the phone. "It's not right...."
“Hey... Hon, don't freak out yet, all right? Relax.” Pulling him against his strong chest and Logan sent out a gentle call to Emma.
Emma came over and saw Logan embracing the young man who looked like Remy. "I believe yours is taller, Logan," she said when she saw them. Victor smirked at her comment, but otherwise stayed quiet.
Blinking for a minute, Logan got it, and huffed slightly. “Emma, you think you could look up a human for me...?” Looking at Mark, he asked, “She's not a mutant, is she? Your mom?” Mark shook his head. Looking over at Emma, he asked, “With Cerebra?”
“I can try, Logan. Humans are notoriously more difficult to find. Where is she?"
Pawning Mark off on Emma, Logan said softly, “You go with her, kid, she'll help you.” Mark nodded and went with Emma to find his mom. Folding his arms, Logan commented, “Well, that was weird.”
"Logan... I ain't so sure he an' Remy aren't related, ya know?" Victor said uncertainly.
Licking his teeth, he said, “Thought a that.”
"And? He smell like Remy?" Victor asked. He hadn't gotten a real chance to smell Remy as intimately as Logan had for as long, so he would know better.
Shrugging, Logan said, “More'n you smell like Remy.”
"Fine. Be difficult," he shrugged.
Smirking a bit, Logan sobered up. “I wanna see Hank's test results when they come in.” Climbing up a couple of the steps so Creed didn’t tower over him any more an explosion rocked the mansion at its foundation. Stumbling a little, Logan’s claws popped out. “The hell wazzat?” Suddenly he put his nose to the air and started searching for Remy.
Remy had gone down to the Danger Room so his scent was very faint upstairs. Logan had a damn fine sniffer though, and was in the subbasement, racing down the hall with his claws out—very unsafe, that. He tore open the Danger Room door. Victor followed after Logan and helped with the door only to find a smoking room beyond the door. The place looked like a huge bomb went off and Remy was in the center of it.
“REMY!” he called pulling his claws in so he didn’t walk right into Remy with them. “Darlin’!! Remy!!” He couldn’t see well through the smoke.
Remy actually looked pretty bad, with burns all over him and pieces of shrapnel being expelled from his skin. "Ouch," commented Victor from behind them. Remy was on his knees and teetering as it was.
"Logan...?" Remy mumbled and started to collapse.
Sinking down next to him, Logan’s heart thumped, not touching him because he knew that hurt like hell when nerves were raw and he was trying to heal. “Yeah? Darlin’? What happened?” Catching Remy under his arms, Logan lowered him gently to the floor.
"Remy... jus' a big ol' bomb..." an’ a fool, he added silently. His thoughts were a jumble and he was really dizzy.
Stroking his hair away from his sooty face, Logan said, “Thank God ya got that healin’ factor, darlin’.” He was trembling a little as well, refusing to allow himself to think of what would've happened if Remy hadn't had his healing factor, and he gently scooped him into his arms, careful to see if he was still sensitive.
Remy swallowed. "Remy jus'... got li'l carried away, cher. Sorry. Didn' mean t' worry y'..."
Folding him against his chest, Logan said, “Gonna take ya upstairs, getcha cleaned up... nice bath.” Carrying Remy away from the wreckage, Logan forgot about Creed for a moment, acting like all of this was completely normal and he was not about to freak out with his nerves fried like this.
Victor left the Danger Room and headed back to his cell. The kid had passed the baton.
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