Part 23

 

Standing in the hanger with his arms folded, Peter was very pissy about having to do this.  Mark walked into the hangar with Victor beside, just trailing after him.  He stopped at the big man standing in front of the jet the X-Men had just been using.

 

Turning to look at him, Peter saw Creed first.  “You?”  Letting his eyes wander, Peter then saw Mark and did a double take, just staring.

"Take it easy, muscle head," Victor warned and teased at the same time.  Mark blushed at Peter's stare.

Swallowing, Peter heard something about this boy maybe being related to Remy, and he forced his eyes elsewhere and turned to get into the jet saying conversationally to Victor.  “If you try anything, I will kill you.”

"Believe me, it's in my best interests ta not already.  Ya don't have ta try an’ convince me o' that."  Mark nodded at Peter, but didn't hold his eye for any length of time.  He was embarrassed at the way everyone seemed to be looking at him when they first saw him....

Getting into the pilots seat, Peter said over his shoulder, “This will be a two hour flight.” and I am really pissy about having to help you, especially with a goddamn Remy look-alike.

When Mark stepped onto the jet, he folded his hands between his knees and stared at the deck plating.  He could tell that rather large man was mad, but he couldn’t tell why, so he was determined to stay out of his way.

Starting the jet and setting out, Peter heard the boom when they accelerated, and despite all his pissiness, he did enjoy flying the jet and he relaxed a little.

Victor had the intense worry from Gambit in his head, so he didn't need to have a reminder that he should stay away from the boy.  He sat next to him though because he didn't want to make him uncomfortable.  "So, why we headed to Antarctica, kid?" he asked conversationally.                                       

"We're going to see Dr. Essex... Remy said that I was his clone.... I have so many questions for him...."  Mark looked upset as he spoke.

Well, that explains it, Peter thought and looked over his shoulder at Mark again, struck by the similarities... wincing because he still, and probably always would, have a thing for Remy.  Mark glanced self consciously up at Peter and realized that he was being stared at again, then looked away startled.

Looking away quickly as well, Peter didn’t want to be caught ogling him and sighed heavily with a hint of heartache.  Mark squinted at that.  He wondered why Peter was reacting that way to him.  Swallowing, he went up to the copilot's seat.  He bit the inside of his lip and asked quietly, "Can I sit here?"

Glancing at him, Peter then looked out the window.  “Da.”

Mark squinted perplexed at Peter and raised his eyebrows hoping he would elaborate.  He still stood waiting for permission.

Noticing Mark was just standing there, he said a little more kindly, “It means 'yes'.  Sit.”

Nodding, Mark took a seat.  He looked at the control board for a little bit, then up at Peter.  "Do you know what all of this does?" he asked curiously referring to all the instrumentation of the jet.

Staring out the window so he was not caught peeking at him, Peter said, “Da.”

Victor smiled at the boy and settled in for a nap.  Logan was gonna be proud of him yet.  "Neat.  I'm Mark... what's your name?"

“Piotr.”

"That's uh.... you're not American, are ya?" he asked with a smile.

“Russian.”

"Oh...."  That's why he's not speaking on more than one word sentences... wait—he gave Victor a pretty wordy warning.  "So... I don't know a whole lot about you people....  What do you all do?"

“We protect the humans who hate and fear us from the mutants who would do them harm.”

Mark stared at Peter with a sad face.  "That sounds like a rough job...."  He knew he wouldn't want to do that.  He didn't really feel like he could either, really.

Just nodding, Peter thought it wasn't as hard as being toyed with by the one you love in a brutal and public way, then being tossed aside and having to take said loved-one's look-alike across the world with afore mentioned loved-one's lover's lover.

Okay, so this guy obviously didn't want to talk.  He looked like he was getting angrier by the second.  Mark bit his lower lip and sunk into his chair. 

Looking over at Mark, Peter realized he couldn’t take out his frustrations on him and said gently, “You are very brave to seek out Sinister...  With Creed, nonetheless.”

"Um.... what's wrong with Victor?" he asked quietly.  A normal person wouldn't have picked up on the question, but Victor could still hear it fine.  He didn't show any signs that he overheard their conversation though.

Not caring whether Creed heard it or not, the slobbering lunatic, Peter was prepared to beat him snot-less at a moment’s notice.  “He is a raving madman.”

Mark's eyebrows shot up.  "What?"  He remembered the things that Logan had whispered to Victor that night on the boat, but learning from everybody that his friend was... a social deviant at best... wasn't comforting.  He started out at the clouds.  He thought that he hadn't seen him act that way yet, but didn't voice it to Piotr.  "This... Sinister guy.... he—" he made me.  Mark cringed at the thought.  "He has answers for me....  I can't just keep going without answers...."

“You sound like Wolverine.”  He tried to keep the resentment out of that statement.

"Who's that?"

“Logan.”  He stole a glance at Mark out of the corner of his eye.  “You do not know much of the men you travel with.”

Mark looked at the controls.  "I don't know much of anybody, to tell you the truth," he said sadly.  "I don't really have a family.  I didn't know any of the people aboard the ship I was serving on... Logan and Victor were the first people that I actually go to know any...."

Sighing, Peter said, “I am glad you have found someone.  Although Wolverine and Sabertooth were probably not your best options.”

“I don't wanna stop getting to know people just because I know two people sort of well.  Like you said, I really don't know anything about them anyway."  Maybe it was the language difference, but that first sentence Peter just couldn’t understand... well, he had no idea about the point Mark was trying to make, so Peter just nodded.  "So, what do you do?" Mark asked curiously and a little more cheerfully.

“What do you mean?”

"Well... everybody has powers around the place where you live, so—what are yours?"

“I can transform my body into organic metal.”

Mark's eyebrows flew up.  "Woah."  An image flew into his mind and he blushed furiously and coughed to cover it up. 

Looking over at him, Peter asked, “What is troubling you?”

With how big Piotr was, he could only imagine the size of his manhood, and imagining that in metal was just—wow.  Clearing his throat he said, "Nothing.  So, do you have any hobbies?" he asked trying to get far away from the subject of sex even though it had not come up.

Softly, he said, “I like to paint... and draw.”

"An artist.  Nice.  I wish I had a skill like that."

And I recently burned what were probably the best drawings and paintings I have ever done.  “Then you must cultivate it.”

"Gimme a break.  I'm actually a prodigy for my age," he smiled, trying to find humor in his situation.

Looking at him, he asked, “Are you?”  Then he realized what Mark meant...  He was a clone.  “Ah... Yes....”  Peter was embarrassed, but smiled apologetically at Mark.

"Yeah, I know.  Fucked up, isn't it?"

Really looking at him for the first time Peter said, “Nyet.”

"Um...?" Mark asked shyly, hoping that he would translate again.

“No.  It is not”

Mark snorted.  "Why not?"  He'd really like to hear this one.  After all, how could being a clone of somebody not be fucked up?

“It does not matter how you were conceived.  It only matters who you are now.  If you let it taint or sour you that you are a clone... that is fucked up.”  It was obvious that Peter didn’t swear much.

Trying not to giggle at Piotr's swearing attempt, Mark smiled big at him.  "I guess all I can do is be the most I can, right?" he said, trying to sound optimistic.

Nodding stiffly, Peter looked out the window again.  “That is all any of us can do.”  Mark smiled and was suddenly very glad that he decided to talk to Piotr.  Flipping a few buttons to put the jet on auto pilot, Peter said, “We should arrive an approximately one and a half hours if you would like to rest.”

"I think I'm too nervous to rest... unlike Mr. Nerves-of-steel, back there."

Looking back at Sabertooth, Peter scowled at him, then faced forward again.  “I cannot blame you.”

Mark smiled shyly at Piotr, noticing how handsome he was and blushed again.  He was more of a clean cut looking man than either Victor or Logan... but just as manly and just as handsome.  Looking over at Mark wiggling in his seat, Peter asked, “You have met Remy, then?”

Nodding, Mark frowning a little bit.  He didn't know whether he liked Remy or not.  He didn't think Remy liked him much, but he thought that the main reason they were both so uneasy was because of their relationship.  That huge bomb was one of the first things he said to Mark and it didn't help his impression of the man.  On the other hand, he didn't know what it would feel like to be the original and have somebody just make a copy of you like you were so much ink and paper.

Carefully, Peter asked, “What did you think?”

"Of Remy?"  Peter nodded.  Mark grimaced, and said, "Well, it's nice to have his face, but I sure hope his personality isn't intrinsic."  He would hate to just write people off like that.  He sighed.

Actually smiling for the first time when he said that, Peter said, “You are proud of your body then?”

Mark bit his lower lip shyly.  "Well... I mean—Remy's.... y' know....?" he tried to spit something out that was affirmative, but not haughty, but it just wasn't working.

“Beautiful?”  I have a scores of words and paintings to describe him.

Mark's eyes flashed to Piotr's when he said that, trying to read them.  His face became a little hurt.  "You—" like him, don't you?

Raising his eyebrows at Mark, Peter was not going to help him with that one.  “Yes?”

"Never mind.”  He sighed and looked back out at the clouds as they rushed past.  He didn't need to know that Piotr liked his 'original' too.  That just—sucked.  Mark frowned and sunk farther down in his seat.

Matter-of-factly, Peter said, “You are beautiful, too.”  Mark bit the inside of his cheek and his lip trembled a little.  Why did he have to say that?  Now I like him.  Not like I didn't like him before, but, god!  He made sure not to cast his hurt eyes anywhere near Piotr.  He didn't want to let him know how much that felt good... and hurt at the same time.  How could that hurt at the same time?  Mark felt like he was going to cry.  He didn't want to continually be compared to this man, but everyone knew him before they knew Mark.

Looking at Mark, Peter was confused as to why he got so quiet and he looked so sad.  “I have... upset you?”

"No..."  I was upset before hand, I think it's just all coming out now....  He didn't notice that his tears had been welling up until they spilled out over his cheeks.

Not knowing what to do, Peter carefully put his hand on Mark’s wrist.  “You do have a home, now, you know.  If you will have us, we will be your family.”  Catching a tear on his finger, Peter tried to be supportive.

Mark cringed at that offer, but his eyes opened wide as Piotr wiped a tear away.  He just wanted to break down at that moment, and he wasn't sure if he could stop himself.  He caught Piotr's hand before it could get too far away, and held it to his face as the other tears that he could not keep at bay ran down after the first.

Carefully lifting him Peter held Mark in his lap, thinking he was not as muscled as Remy and not so angular... not much like Remy, really....

Mark cried harder when he was in Piotr's lap.  He felt like he was finally being accepted.  With Logan and Victor, there had always been each other in the way of feeling really accepted, especially after he learned about Remy.  Piotr's hold was gentle, and he was surprised being that he was such a large strong guy.  Just holding him silently, Peter watched the world pass beneath them until he had to shift Mark about to take control of the ship again much later.  “We are almost there, tovarisch...”

"Oh... umm... Piotr..." he said as he got up.  "Thanks," he said genuinely.  He had clamed down quite a bit as Piotr had held him.  He started to feel comfortable again....

Smiling at him, Peter said, “Do not mention it...”  He saw the compound on his screen, and found a suitable landing place, watching the snow kick up as the blackbird settled.  “Would you like to wake your pet or shall I?” he asked looking back at Sabertooth.

"Look, Piotr... I know he may not be the greatest guy... but you don't have to call him that.  Logan... said something about him getting better and I—I have faith in him...."  He was uncomfortable contradicting Piotr, but he didn't want to have to stand for people making fun of a man who had been a friend to him when he knew no one in the world.

Smiling, Peter said, “Then you will fit in here.”  He lowered the hatch.  Mark smiled slightly at that.  He didn't know if that was a test on Piotr's part or if he was just pleasantly surprised at his reaction, but Mark wasn't going to read into it so much.  The snow hit him hard and he shivered in the cold.  Victor was behind him instantly with an arm around him protectively.

 "Stay in the jet in case we gotta take off in a hurry, okay, metalman?" Victor growled to Colossus.

Going metal from the cold and just because Creed was around, Peter glowered at him.  “Do not take too long.  I may be tempted to leave without you.”  He would never do that, but he just didn’t like Creed.

Mark cast a hurt glance at Piotr before going down the landing with Victor.  The compound was nearly completely covered in snow, but they managed to find the entrance.  Victor punched the key pad at the front where Gambit had come out and looked for a genetic signature reader, but found none.  No one could get in here without knowing how.  "You gonna let us in, old man?!" he shouted to the air knowing Sinister was probably monitoring the area.

Inside, Essex had his image inducer on so Mark would see him as he knew him—flesh colored and normal.  The door slid open and he was waiting for them in the parlor.

Victor went inside with Mark and smelled Sinister in order to make sure the unfamiliar man was him.  Mark stared at him for a long time, shaking, at first because of the cold, then because of the amount of fear he felt.  He had been on an emotional roller coaster for the past several hours and it didn't look like it was going to even out any.

Staring at them both a moment, Essex hadn’t expected Creed, but he nodded to him.  “Come in.  Have a seat.”  Mark nodded and sat in the chair closest to Dr. Essex while Victor chose the one furthest away.  The question that had been haunting Mark all the way across the globe was finally going to get a chance to be answered, but he felt he needed some preliminary greeting or something before they got into the nitty-gritty. 

"Um...." he floundered.  "Thanks for seeing me...." he said shyly.

Smiling a little, Essex didn’t really care much for pleasantries, but sat across from him.  “Do you recognize my home?”

Mark looked around... and then was suddenly struck.  This was his home!!! "How—I was raised in—"  Wait—none of that actually happened, you moron!  "I recognize it," he said simply after he got over his shock.

Getting up Nathaniel poured himself a cup of brandy.  “Do you really?”  He held up the snifter to ask if Mark wanted some.

"This... this looks just like my living room... the one in my memories...."  Mark shook his head at the brandy offer, but Victor looked interested, even though he didn't say anything.  He was just going to let them be and was just there so Mark didn't feel threatened.

Looking over at Sabertooth, Nathaniel grinned and poured him a glass.  Walking over to hand it to him, he muttered, “Good of you to join us, Victor.  I hear your love life's getting interesting.”  He went back over to Mark.  Victor snorted and leaned back into the chair comfortably with his drink.  He paid attention to Mark and Sinister as they talked shop.

Standing before Mark, Essex asked, “Would you like to look around?  Your old room perhaps?”

Mark's eyebrows shot up.  "It's still here?" he asked amazed.

“Yes...” He swirled brandy in his glass.  “I haven't touched it since you left.”

Tears welled in Mark's eyes and he dashed from his seat to his room, not needing to look for where it was.

Sighing heavily and following him, Nathaniel watched him explore.  Mark burst through his door and curled up on his old bed... it was a mess, just like he remembered leaving it.  Looking around, he could almost believe that this whole nasty thing was a dream and that he could then go down the street to Ronnie's house and see his friend... but Ronnie was probably just a construct like his mom.  He squeezed his pillow and noticed when Essex stepped into the doorway.

Almost inaudibly, Essex said, “I'm sorry, Mark.”

"Why did you create me??!" he shouted into his pillow, sobs wracking his body.  Why did he have to be put through such pain?  Why was everything about him false?

Coming to the bed, Nathaniel sat next to him and placed his brandy on Mark’s bedside table.  “Because I needed you...” he explained and put his hand on the small of Mark’s back.  He had missed him dreadfully.

Mark looked up from his tear soaked pillow.  "Needed me?" he asked through the tears that stained his face.

Stroking Mark’s hair, Nathaniel said, “Yes.  I needed you.  I needed... someone.”  It was so lonely before, but he was lonelier without Mark.

"So you just made somebody?" he asked in disbelief.

Sighing, he nodded.  “It was before I... truly came to terms with who I was becoming... while I still had...  difficulty with ethics and... compassion.”

"If you... if you needed someone... why did you throw me away?" he asked, his voice cracking.

Curling up behind Mark on his bed, Essex wrapped his arms around him.  He had held him like this before... back when he didn't use the image inducer for Mark.  “Because this is no life for a young man.”

"I don't understand...  What's 'this?'"  Would he have been in danger because he was there with Essex?

“Isolated on an empty continent with an emotionally unstable geneticist who had designs on you.”

Eyebrows rising in shock, Mark wanted to start out of his grasp... but he couldn't bring himself to.  This felt so familiar....  "You were the only family I ever had...."  I would have been whatever you wanted....  You could have made me whatever you wanted.  That thought saddened him and he was glad that Essex had let him go to be his own person, but at the same time, why not let him remember who he was?

“You see?”  Gently stroking Mark’s cheek, Nathaniel thought, god, you really aren't Remy at all...  you're exquisite.

Mark nodded.  "Still, it would have been so easy for you to keep me...  Were you... Ronnie?" he asked tentatively, suddenly uncertain of the reality of anything in his memories.

“As much as I was anyone you remember...  So, yes, I was Ronnie.”

Mark nodded.  He sighed deeply.  "Do you... want me to stay?" he asked, and then clenched his teeth, not knowing what he was hoping the answer would be.

“You are welcome to stay.  But you are allowed to go where you please.”  Essex would love for him to stay, as he was just rotting away down there, but he had grown a goddamn conscience.  Mark didn't know if he wanted to stay or not.  He didn't want... the man who was the closest thing he had to a father to have to live alone down here... but he didn't want to be just some copy of another man who wasn't himself either... he wanted to go out and experience the world... he thought he would be able to do that working ships, but since meeting Logan and Victor, his image of what the world was and what one might do in it changed drastically.

"I don't know—" he searched for a name.  He wanted to call him something other than Dr. Essex, but what could he call him really?

“You can call me Nathaniel,” he offered holding him closer, knowing Mark was going to leave and basking in the joy of holding another human.

"O-okay... Nathaniel...." 

Stroking his neck gently, Essex said, “If you like, I can arrange for your return in a week or so...  Or however long you like.”

Thinking about his offer, Mark turned over in his grasp and had his face in Nathaniel's chest.  What was he doing?  He might want to stay and get to know the only family he had...  Wait—if he was everyone in his life...  what about his father?  "Um... Nathaniel... were you—my father, too?" he asked, very afraid of the answer.

Sighing, Essex rubbed his cheek against Mark’s hair, pleased to have him there.  “You had a single mother, remember?”

"But... the man she was married to... he beat her all the time—he beat us...."

Looking down at him, Nathaniel said, “You...  Mark, you didn't have a father.  I didn't give you one.  I gave you a supportive uncle. No father.”

Mark blinked.  Then who was the man in his nightmares?  His uncle had died early on in his memories.  "His name was..."  What was his name?  He had a premonition of fear about going home one day and found that he had beaten his mother nearly to death... where did that come from then...?  "Why do I remember a guy beating my mom and I then?"

Closing his eyes a little, Nathaniel said regretfully, “Remy.”

"So... Remy's past affected mine...?"  Mark sighed.  "Okay.  I'd like to stay for a while... if that's okay...."  He figured that questions would filter in and he would need them all answered.

Almost hopping around the room in pleasure, Nathaniel rested his forehead against Mark and said, “Thank you...”  Mark nodded his head.  He squeezed Nathaniel.  He was home!

Staying like that for some time, just holding him, Nathaniel was so thrilled, and he kissed the top of Mark’s head.  Relaxing from the emotional ride, Mark fell asleep in Nathaniel's arms.

 

 

 

Remy stirred in Logan’s arms and looked up at his lover.  Watching him with sleepy, happy blue eyes, Logan had a hand on Remy’s stomach, and was stroking him gently.  “Hey, darlin’...”

"Hey, coeur," he smiled.  Remy's stomach protested the injustices of the world, all of which it considered to be not getting any food.

Nibbling on Remy’s ear, Logan was up for another round with Remy, but he heard Remy’s stomach grumbling.  “Hungry?”

"Sorry, cher.  Haven't eaten in a while."  Since blowing up the Danger Room anyway, which had taken a lot of energy out of him, and then this—?  Remy was feeling pretty drained.

Kissing him wetly, Logan said, “C'mon, lets go feed ya,” stroking his thigh before letting him up.  Remy hopped up and threw on his clothing, then went down to the kitchen to find some grub, waiting for Logan and hanging on him the entire way.

Grinning, Logan kept a finger through Remy’s belt loop, hoping he would let Logan fuck him again that day.  Remy not only didn't seem bothered by the snickers they got from the kids, but was actually encouraged by them.  He heard laughing and kissed Logan deeply, leaning him back slightly right in front of the kids and he didn't care.

Starting at that, Logan snorted because of Remy’s kiss, and pushed him playfully.  “Stop that!”  Smiling mischievously, Remy pecked him on the lips before seeking out the Mecca of a growling stomach—the refrigerator.

Waiting in the doorway, Logan grinned at Remy, a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be limping after a good fucking anymore.  Logan just liked knowing his lover was going to remember him with every step he took.  Remy threw together something that didn't look like it was going to satisfy him with how hungry he was, but he didn't want to blow anything up unintentionally, so he made himself think about Logan instead.  Yeah.  The only thing that could get his mind off of food was the only thing better than food.  He smirked to himself.

“Well?  Ya gonna eat?” he asked using some of the stuff Remy pulled out for to make something for himself.  Remy inhaled the sandwich he made, but made himself stop after he had finished it.  He belched a little and relaxed in his seat across from Logan.

Taking his time with his own sandwich, Logan chewed thoughtfully, grinning at Remy.  Sighing, Remy really wished he could eat something else... especially since Logan was taking his sweet time with his sandwich.  Remy grimaced.  He smirked though when he thought of eating Logan.

“Kid...  Your stomach's still grumblin’.”

"I'm jus' digestin'," he assured and grinned wickedly at Logan some more, trying to keep his thought away from food.

“No, yer starvin’ yerself so ya won't blow shit up.”

"How—"  Remy looked at Logan perplexed.  "How did you kow dat?" he asked, his voice hinting at anger.

“Cause I know you, Remy.  So ya better start eatin’.”

"You wan' me ta hurt somebody, Logan?" Remy asked harshly.

“Nah.  Want ya ta take care a’ yerself.  Ya won't always be like this, Remy an’ yer not gonna be healthy if ya keep starvin’ yerself.”

Remy's eyes were full of secreted away emotion as he stared at the table.  Is my health wort' somebody's life?  I'm like you now, Logan... my body can handle feelin' like crap.  "Wanna move back int' de boathouse den," he said, pretty sure that no matter the argument, Logan wouldn't let it go.  He at least wanted to have as few people in danger as often as possible.

Shrugging, Logan said, “Fine by me, darlin’.  So long 's ya keep eatin’.  We'll find ways ta burn off yer energy.”

Remy nodded and relaxed a little, then smiled mischievously at Logan's remark.  He rose to make himself another sandwich.  He was tempted to cook gumbo, but refrained.  It took a long time to cook.

Licking his fingers, Logan watched Remy move about the kitchen.  “Ya look hot when yer domestic.”

Remy raised an eyebrow at Logan and stuck his hands on his hips and strutted over to him.  "Don' go tinkin' y' gon' have me barefoot an' pregnant in de kitchen widin' de month, monsieur," Remy growled at him.  He couldn't hold his smile back for very long though.

Pulling Remy between his legs, Logan wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his stomach, grinning.  “That'd be hot, you carryin' my cub… but don't think it's quite possible....”  He nipped at Remy.  “An' ya got sexy feet.”  Remy sucked in his breath and held it at Logan being attracted to that idea.  He didn't think it was possible either. 

Smiling at the comment about sexy feet, Remy hugged Logan.  "Non, but..." he cringed and pushed Logan away.  He wasn't going to bring up the adoption thing again.  Logan hadn't reacted well to the idea of getting rings; what made him think kids was going to be received well?  "Y' silly," he remarked and turned back to the food he was preparing.

Unintentionally pouting when Remy left, Logan loved holding him.  “Wonder how Mark's makin' out.”

"Don' know.  Bet he an'—Sinny got a lot t' talk about," he said, making sure not to call him Nathaniel in front of Logan.

“Y' sure it's safe sendin' him off like that?”

"Essex won' hurt 'im," he assured.  Nathaniel didn't need to, really.  Remy thought all of his clones had something in them that made them obey him.  He wasn't sure about Mark though.  Maybe he had stopped that policy when he got his feelings back.  "Might be stressful f' Mark, but oder dan dat, he should be fine."

Sighing, Logan rubbed his eyebrows.  “Gotta wonder what's goin' on... Makin’ all the baddies go soft.”

Remy shrugged.  "A well deserved change in luck?"

“Don't believe much in luck.”  He was actually wondering if there was any way he could get Remy to take his shoes off.

Shrugging, Remy asked, "What do y' believe in?" he asked, suddenly quite aware that he didn't know what Logan believed in, if anything.

“Huh?”  He had been daydreaming about Remy’s feet.  “Oh, uh...” he thought about it, and was tempted to say it was a conspiracy, but didn’t want to think about that.  “Believe in... people's ability ta change, I guess.”

"Den y' jus' seen de two greatest miracles a born-again's ever gon' see," he smiled over his shoulder. 

Harshly, Logan snorted, “Ain' that a fact...  Or maybe it's just... y' know, love or somethin’...”  He really thought Creed loved him.

"Love?"  Remy was distracted as he cut the salami he was using and sliced his thumb.  He hissed in a breath and shouted, "Fuck!" sticking his finger in his mouth.  He didn't want to think about the implications of all the emotions running around, many of which were love-like.  Logan didn't even want to commit to him... but he sort of understood that.

Rising, Logan came over to him.  “What'd ya—  Oh...”  Grinning, Logan took Remy’s finger out of his mouth to watch his wound heal.  “Lookit that.”  He was so relieved that Remy could heal now, but he acknowledged he was not invincible so he would still have to look out for him.

"Yeah... still feels kinda weird," he said, letting his hand stay in Logan's until he was done with it.

Playing with his fingers a little longer, Logan compared them to his.  “Yer so long...”

Remy smirked.  "Y' wanna find dat out f' sure?" he grinned.  Of course, Logan already knew how long he was from experience, but he liked teasing him.

Leaning forward Logan licked Remy’s jaw.  “Not likely ta forget that anytime soon, Cajun...  Now eat an’ we can get back in the boathouse.”  Remy nodded and turned back to putting his sandwich together.  Wrapping his arms around Remy from behind Logan held Remy while he finished up.  Remy was relieved that they were going to stay back into the boathouse so he could eat all he needed.  He had started feeling weak these past few days.

Reaching up, Logan petted Remy’s hair.  “Yer hair's lost a little of its luster... Needs its vitamins.”  Remy finished and cleaned up then inhaled that sandwich too.  He turned to Logan, his eyes full of emotion. 

Thanks f' carin' 'bout me, cher.  "It'll be back t' it's old self any day now."

“Good,” he said giving him a soft kiss, stroking his cheek.  “You'll even out here pretty soon, darlin’....”  Remy sighed and nodded, trusting Logan’s assessment.  He hoped he was right and that he wouldn't have to regimen his eating habits tightly for the rest of his life to keep from hurting people.

"Jus' need a few tings from m' room," he explained and trotted upstairs.

Smiling a little dreamily, Logan was awfully fond of him and he leaned in Remy’s doorframe while he collected his stuff.  It fit into a bag and Remy was on his way to the boathouse with Logan at his side.

“How ya feelin'?  Energized?” he asked opening the front door for him, following him in to the house.

"Hm, y' could say dat," he smirked and ran to the master bedroom to put his things away.  He made sure he had lube with him and stuck it in its home in the nightstand.  He let the rest of the bag drop to a corner of the room.

Chasing after him Logan tackled him to the bed, biting his neck careful, as always to not crush him, though.  "Mmm, hey, cher," he smiled at Logan.  His teeth sent jolts of electricity through Remy and he twisted under him.

Purring against his neck, Logan said, “I like the way you smell...” he muttered pushing his hands up under Remy’s shirt, playing with his nipples and stroking his back.

"Good..."  Remy gently opened his shields, hoping that Logan was still okay with his presence.  He was also having a devil of a time trying to come up with a way to ask Logan about several things that were on his mind about them... but he was distracted by the lust running through Logan's mind as well as his own.

Pulling Remy’s shirt off over his head, Logan muttered against his neck, “Gonna take ya slow and deep...”  He started taking off Remy’s jeans.  “Fuck you for hours....”  Remy clutched the sheets under him and arched into Logan.  He loved it when Logan talked to him that way. 

"Amoureux...." he whispered.

Pressing his mouth into Remy’s Logan kissed him deeply, wanting Remy to feel like he ran a marathon after this.  Working his pants off so he was naked, Logan leaned back on his heals to just gaze at him.  “Goddamn, yer gorgeous.”  Leaning over and mouthing a nipple, Logan reached between Remy’s legs and started rubbing his hole.

Sharply, Remy's breath flew into his lungs.  Logan was skipping the foreplay today, he noticed with a smirk.  "Logan...."  Remy's hands ran up under Logan’s shirt, up his back.  He felt so nice—hard and soft at the same time.  He undulated his hips a little and deftly reached back to the nightstand for the lube.

Working on his own clothes, Logan got naked and started rubbing up against Remy.  “Good...  Yer thinkin’....” he took the lube from him and popped the lid open.

"Not f' much longer, I assure y' o' dat," he said letting the lube be taken from his hands and spreading his legs wider so Logan could settle comfortably.  Smiling broadly Logan squirted a goodly amount of lube in his hand, rubbing it against Remy’s hole just to see him squirm before pushing in a finger and wriggling it inside.  "God!!!" he shouted.  When Logan's fingers moved inside him—he couldn't describe that feeling.  When the finger pushed the sides of him—his muscled clenched around the thick digit.

Twisting it gently in him before adding another, Logan nuzzled Remy’s cheek and kissed the side of his mouth.  “Y' ever masturbate like this, Cajun?”

Remy moaned wordlessly.  "Oui... j'etais...." [Yes… I have….]

Feeling his skin prickle in excitement, Logan growled a little.  “What'd you think about?” he asked twisting his fingers cleverly inside Remy.

"Dieu!  Je pense atour toi... tes mains... tes yeux... ton corpse...."  [God!  I think about you… your hands… your eyes… your body….]

God he was sexy with his French talk, and Logan slicked up a third finger and pressed it in.  “Yeah?”  Breathing hard, Logan’s forehead was against Remy’s.  “Fer how long?”  He wondered if Remy had been dreaming of him as long as Logan had been dreaming about Remy and his hands, eyes and body.

"De first night we spent t'geder in N'Awlin's....  Started den... practically hasn' stopped since."  He hadn't even dreamed about Logan before then... well, except for once, when he first came to the X-Men and he saw Logan... he was so rough and tumble, and Remy had allowed himself to think about Logan like that—until he had seen Logan looking at Jean Grey.  He figured he was as straight as they came.  He was glad to be proven very wrong though.

Grunting, Logan was a little embarrassed that he had been wanking about Remy for so much longer than that.  “Mmmm...” he kissed Remy deeply, handing Remy the lube with three fingers still up him.  “Grease me up, darlin’.”

Purring, Remy reached in between them and stroked Logan's cock.  "Si peau lisse...."  [Such smooth skin…]  Logan felt great in his hands.

Curling his arm around Remy, Logan cradled him and kissed him deeply and hungrily.  He really did want to make love to him forever, and gently removed his fingers and mounted him.

Remy couldn't hiss because his mouth was covered by Logan's, so he bit Logan's lips instead.  His eyes were closed tightly in pleasure and his hands flew to Logan’s head, holding him into that passionate kiss.  Holding Remy’s knees wide apart to keep his hips up and his bottom open, Logan sunk in slowly, growling into Remy’s mouth at the extreme pleasure of his hot body.  Remy grunted as Logan filled him completely.  He never wanted to stop kissing Logan, but he couldn't pant through his nose very effectively. 

Breaking the kiss to gasp against Remy’s lips, Logan found Remy’s hand and linked his fingers with Remy’s, too lusty to make more than harsh grunts.  Remy smirked with his panting mouth and started bucking his hips, drawing Logan out of him and back in.  Immediately grabbing Remy’s hips to still him, Logan promised him a long deep fuck and if he kept moving like that, it would end up being a fast, hard one... but he could only grunt out, “Remy...”

"O-oui...?"  He let out a breath when Logan stilled his hips.  He was about to pout, but waited for Logan's next move.  Just biting on his lips again, Logan trembled with the force it took to keep the rutting animal at bay.  He usually just went crazy when it felt that good, but he wanted it to be great for Remy. 

“Love you...”

A knot unexpectedly developed in Remy's throat.  He didn't know why he was getting so choked up at that, and he figured that Logan could feel it too.  It was a shock to his heart and he didn't know why.  Logan had said that he loved him before... why was this so different?  Remy hugged Logan close, but the tears didn't start, thank goodness.  It was like he was... relieved.  Relieved beyond words.

Able to feel it, it sort of knocked the wind out of Logan with Remy in his mind as he was.  Lifting himself a bit to look in Remy’s beautiful, striking eyes, Logan nuzzled him, still trembling.  “You okay?”

Remy nodded.  "Oui... I jus'..."  At that moment there were so many things that he wanted to talk to Logan about, but... was this really the time for that?  Did Logan think it was okay to talk during sex?  Remy had never had much luck with it.

Curling his arms around Remy, Logan asked, “Just what, baby?”  Shifting his hips back and forth against Remy to open him, Logan trembled hard.

"Aaahhhh....  Nothin'," he said lightly at the sensation of Logan moving inside him again.

Rubbing his lips against Remy’s jaw and throat, Logan coaxed, “Tell me...” and flexed his cock in Remy as if making a point.

"Nnn... d'accord....  I was jus'... tinkin' 'bou us, an'...."  He didn't want Logan to leave his body.  "Logan—I don' wanna upset y'...."  I'm jus' bein' selfish an' stupid.

Repeating it, Logan said, “Tell me...” taking small kisses from Remy’s lips.  Gently rubbing Remy’s hips and his thighs, Logan nuzzled him.  “Tell me.”

Swallowing, Remy looked at Logan shyly.  "Was wonderin'... if y' maybe... thought about gettin' rings any more..." he trembled out.  That of course was a stupid question because Logan was also seeing Creed.  Remy braced himself for Logan’s reaction and withdrew from Logan's mind before he finished the sentence.  He looked away from Logan, so he wouldn't have to see the hurt he expected from his eyes.

Smiling at him gently, Logan kissed his cheek.  “Yeah, I thought about it...”  He could feel that Remy was not in his mind anymore.  “Where'd ya go, darlin’?”

Remy's lip trembled.  "S'pose I'm jus' a big coward still," he said quietly.  He looked at Logan.  He had been afraid of Logan’s reaction.  Gingerly, he let his shields down and went back into Logan's mind.  He didn't seem upset....  "Dere."  He tried to hide his fear from Logan and sent him his feelings of comfort and love.  "What y' tink about?" he asked, pecking Logan under the jaw.

“Don't be afraid a me, darlin’...”  Gently Logan rocked his hips, going slow and deep like he promised.  “Don't ever be afraid a me...” he said stroking Remy’s hair back to watch his eyes when he fucked him right.  Remy's eyes shook and rolled into the back of his head. 

Grunting, Logan kissed his lips and shifted his legs beneath him to be able to push in Remy harder and deeper, but still going slowly with him to feel his body tremble.  Leaning over, Logan kissed Remy’s nipple, and sucked on it.  Remy smirked slightly when it occurred to him that the last time he had told Logan he wasn't afraid of him it got him thrown out on his ass, soaking wet. 

Seeing Remy, Logan smiled a bit in turn.  “What're you grinnin' about?”

"You... je t'aime, cher."  Y' so cute.

Kissing his eyebrow, Logan fondled his butt, saying in the crappiest French Remy’d ever heard, “Je t'aime, too.”  Remy's smile was big and he rocked his hips up, squeezing Logan.  Huffing hard, Logan had to take a moment to catch his breath after that.  “Oh, darlin’...”  Cradling his head Logan kissed him passionately, thrusting more forcefully inside him.

Victor had heard from the others in the place that Remy and Logan had gone out to the boathouse, so he went down there.  The door was unlocked, so he sauntered on in.  This was Logan, after all.  As soon as he got inside, he smelled it though—lust... and sex.  Creeping to the door where it was all coming from, Victor opened it just in time to see Logan thrust hard into Remy below him.  The breath was caught in Victor's throat at the intensely passionate scene.  His cock throbbed, hardening instantly in his jeans and he just stared at Logan unable to move, jaw slack.  His heart raced, but his muscles were frozen. 

Having all his super senses focused on Remy, so he didn’t even notice someone else was there—who would with a Cajun sex kitten rocking on his cock?— Logan purred and thrust hard in Remy again, lifting his hips to sink into him all over again, snarling softly in pleasure.

Victor had no idea what to do.  He wanted so badly to just go up behind Logan and fuck him senseless, but... Remy was doing that now....  He didn't know if he should be there, he didn't know if he could watch—he really wanted to join in.  He just imagined kissing Remy over Logan's shoulder while being buried inside his feral lover's body.  Oh yeah....  He was so hard from the smells and sounds in the room, to say nothing of the image of the two of them together.  They were gorgeous.  Logan alone was gorgeous, but Logan with Remy—when Logan bucked into Remy again, the soft clap of skin echoing in the room, he nearly creamed his pants.  A strangled moan left Victor's throat and Remy heard that.  Remy went rigid against Logan and fear permeated his mind.

Sitting up fast, sharp and aware, Logan lifted his hand and ejected his claws, panting hard and staring over his shoulder, snarling viciously at whoever was in the door spooking his mate... but he went still at the sight of Creed standing there.

With Logan's claws out, Victor got the message.  "Uh.... yeah," he said and turned to leave.

Feeling a pang of guilt at that, Logan looked down at Remy, not knowing what to do.  He gently pulled out.  “Remy....”

Remy's heart squeezed in his chest.  He scooted up the bed and curled his feet under him.  His breath was shallow and he withdrew from Logan’s mind, but not before the immense hurt came crashing into it.  The hurt continued to crash down around Remy even after he left Logan's mind, and he closed in on himself.  He grabbed at the covers, pulling them up to his chest.  "Go..." he said quietly to Logan.

Wincing so hard from that little taste Logan almost got backlash, he looked over at Remy and pulled on his feet to try to make him unfold.  “Remy, I'm sorry...” he said kissing him, wanting him loose and content again.  Stupid fucking Creed.  “We'll finish this, all right?”  He hugged him tight, kissing him deeply.  Remy nodded, swallowing.

Stroking his sides for a while, Logan kissed him repeatedly.  “Love ya, darlin’...”

"I... love you too, Logan."  The reality of Logan never being able to commit to him became painfully clear and he didn't know what to do. 

Not knowing what to do either, Logan stroked his cheek and got up, taking a sheet to wrap around his lower half.  Tucking Remy in, Logan didn’t want him angry, and kissed him one last time.  “I'm so sorry...”  Remy’s throat became tight as he watched Logan leave.  Okay, that was the last kiss, and he went out gently shutting the door behind him.  He found Creed sitting in the living room.  “You fuck.”

Sitting on the couch in the living room Victor didn't know what to do.  He didn't feel like he deserved punishment though.  He winced at Logan’s harsh words.  "You think I wanted ta walk in on that?!" he shouted.  Victor's face was going crimson though.

Grinding his jaw, Logan looked away.  “You freaked Remy the fuck out.”  Logan was pissed about that, not about him seeing them together.

"Well, I'm sorry.  I didn't know he was so sensitive."  What's the kid's fuckin' problem anyway?

Rubbing his face, Logan said, “Ya could at least have the decency ta not get so fuckin' turned on about it...”  He was actually kinda kidding about that.

Victor's head snapped to Logan and he growled, "You try seein' that fuckin' sexy display with yer lover an' not gettin' a hard-on."

Smirking a little, Logan sighed heavily.  “I don't suppose you'd let me just go back in there an....  wrap things up?”

Victor's eyes shot away from Logan's.  "I'll be out on the grounds," he said getting up and leaving.  God, he wanted to go in there with him!

Logan winced; now he had pissed him off.  “Creed!  Hey, wait...”  Sighing, Logan didn’t know what to do.  “Look...  I… Gh....”  He wished Remy was there; he needed backup!

"What?" he asked as he reached the door.

Shuffling toward him in the sheet, Logan stroked his arm.  “I'm glad yer back safe.”  Going on his tiptoes Logan gave him a soft kiss.  Victor returned the kiss, and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder. 

"Thanks."  He looked sadly at Logan, and said, "Take yer time," and reached for the door knob.

Grabbing his jeans, Logan felt tugged in both directions.  “Hey... Don't go, okay?”

Victor blinked.  "What?" he asked and one side of his lip curled up in what was quickly approaching a snarl.  Logan was asking him to stay in the house while they—tortured him with sounds and smells?  How could Logan ask him to stay—just sit in the other room while they loved each other behind his back!?

Swallowing hard, Logan asked, “Just... give us a second ta get dressed an' everything an' maybe we can go apartment huntin' er somethin’?”  Was that a good compromise?

"No, you deserve some time alone.  I'll be out on the grounds an' we can go after that.  Tell the kid I'm sorry," he growled before heading out of the house, closing the door harder than necessary.

Crumpling on the nearby sofa Logan thought, shit...  I've hurt him.  I can just tell, well, obviously... and it's not like I can ask Remy if he can come to bed with us...   He just sat on the sofa for a while holding his head in his hands.

After hearing the door slam, Remy became curious and ventured out into the living room after a minute.  "Ch-cher?" he asked quietly.

Looking up, Logan tried to not look like he just had his heart torn in two.  “Hey, darlin’,” he said making room for him on the sofa.  Remy didn't know whether or not he should go into Logan's mind... and figured that he shouldn't, but he went and sat with him on the couch. 

"So... what happened?" he asked.  He felt like he should be on the same page as everybody when it came to the three of them.

Sighing, Logan shook his head.  “Nothin’.  Hissed at each other a bit, tried ta make amends, he left.”

"He was mad...?" Remy asked.  He was sorry he had freaked out like he had at his presence. 

“Hurt.”

"Oh....  Sorry, cher.  I didn' mean t' hurt 'im...  Tink dere's anythin' we can do t' make it up t' him?" he asked with concern in his tone.

“No.”  Looking over at him, Logan petted Remy’s cheek.  “Good a you ta care, though.” or pretend to.

"Logan... do y' really tink we can solve dis?  Y' really tink we can work it out?" he asked, fear permeating his voice.

Giving a soft snort, Logan said, “No.  But I still wanna try...”  God, he loved them both, it was unreal.

"How... d' y' tink it'd be best ta try...?" he asked gingerly.

“That ain't up ta me.  I'm not the one that's gotta share.  It's up ta you an' Creed.”

Remy looked at the sheet that was around Logan’s waist.  "Do y' think... Creed would hurt me...?" he asked very quietly.

Swallowing, Logan said, “Now... no.”  Looking over at him, he asked, “What're you thinkin’?”  Fighting over me literally?

"Maybe you could... invite 'im in... den he wouldn' feel so left out...."  Remy turned as red as his eyes as he said that.

“Invite him in....?  Ta bed?!” Logan asked startled.

Oh, he knew that was a bad idea to ask!  Damnit, Le Beau!  "Y' don' have to—was jus' an idea," he defended quickly.  His blush wasn't fading a bit.

Stroking Remy’s hair, Logan said, “No...  Ya don't gotta offer that, Remy.  I wouldn't put you through it…” and he was suddenly struck with how Remy would do anything to keep him and he felt sick with guilt.

"But... if I was okay wid it... would y' want to?" he asked shyly.  He looked at Logan’s face to gage his reaction, then away again quickly.

“No, Remy, I know what he did ta you.”  Kissing his neck, Logan said, “I wouldn't...  no.”  He knew there was no way he could ever possibly feel okay with it considering the history between the two of them and he didn’t even want Remy entertaining the idea of something that uncomfortable for him.

"Logan... it was a long time ago...."

“Remy, the only way he's getting’ near our bed is if you actively want him in it, okay?”  Having Remy’s hand, Logan played with his fingers.

Remy was phrasing things wrong here, then.  "Den, what if I wanted it?  Would y' do it for me?"

Sitting back, Logan suffered a jumble of emotions from 'I'm not satisfying you!?' to 'that would be too hot, I might explode' and after a minute or two, said, “You want him?  You want Victor Creed?”

Remy closed his eyes in pain.  I wan' you t' be happy, Logan!  I wan' dis to work... how else can it?   Creed wasn't the most attractive man he'd ever met... that was Logan, but he wasn't unattractive.  Hell, if he had been ugly, he probably wouldn't have agreed to sleep with him all those years ago when they were working together.  At Logan's accusing tone, his gut clenched and he felt sick.  "F'get I said anythin'," he whispered.

“No...  baby...” Logan said and pulled Remy into his lap, curling him into his chest, kissing his forehead.  “I just don't wantcha ta do somethin' like that just fer my sake.  What he did ta you....  Ya can't just ferget that.  He hurt ya bad darlin’, an’ I don't wancha ta feel obligated ta put yerself in a bad situation just ‘cause yer scared a losin' me...”

"I'm scared a you loosin' Creed, too," he said, feeling kind of numb at that point.

Sighing, Logan didn’t get that part, but rocked him.  “We'll work it out...  We'll find somethin’...”  Remy nodded and got up from the couch to go get dressed.

Bowing his head, Logan thought, dammit.  dammit, dammit.  “Remy....”  He wanted so much to be wrapped up snuggly between his long legs.  Pulling on some clothes, Remy was pretty peeved at the outcome of the situation.  He didn't think that Mark would take that little amount of time to see Essex.... but then again, Logan and he had been busy for several hours since they left....  Remy sighed as he finished getting dressed and left the house, not waiting for Logan.  He wanted a moment alone with Creed so he could talk to him.

Startled that Remy just left like that Logan asked himself, what did I do wrong?  Pacing in agitation, Logan wondered if Remy was going to come back.  God, all he wanted was to love him.

Unable to figure it out, Logan kept pacing as he dressed, eventually grabbing one of Jean's obnoxious little ceramic figurines and shattering it against the wall before marching off into the woods to blow off some steam.  Racing through the trees, Logan was chasing things, climbing up in the branches, and catching things, then letting them go, working hard to exhaust himself.  Eventually he ended up exhausting himself after an hour or so, and curled up beneath a large tree, dropping off to sleep.

Remy was out of the house and looking for Creed.  He found him down by the lake. Remy approached Victor and Victor was startled to see him.  "Wha' do you want, kid?" he asked, a little hostile.

Remy wasn't looking all that happy himself, either.  "Next time dat happens, Creed—jus' do us a favor an' join de fuck in."  Victor was flabbergasted at Remy's assertion and didn't know what to say.

"You want me ta... what?" he asked shakily.

"Join in.  It'll keep dis from happenin' again.  Everybody feels so awkward dey don' know deir head from deir feet.  I tink dat Logan won' mind... too much leastways.  Okay?" he asked, with his hands on his hips.

Victor nodded shakily at Remy trying to read his expression.  He noticed Logan come barreling out the front door and into the woods.  "Is—what's wrong with Logan?" he asked and at Remy’s perplexed look, he ran off into the woods after him.

Victor found Logan sleeping below a tree and watched him sleep for a moment.  He backed off after seeing that he wasn't feral and went to the mouth of the woods.  Remy was gone by that time and Victor sighed and headed for the boathouse.  He would just wait there for them to get back because he was not going to go down to the holding cell again.

Waking up when the sun went down, Logan sighed heavily and wriggled against the rocks in his side.  Eventually he got up and wondered if Remy ever went back to the boathouse.  Going in, he smelled Creed.  “Hey...” he called out, looking for him.

"In here," he called to Logan from the kitchen.  He didn't know when they were going to be back in, but he had started cooking.  He wiped his hands on a dish towel and stepped to the doorway. 

Shuffling into the room, Logan sat on the table, letting his feet hang.  “Remy come back yet?”

Creed shook his head.  "He ain't been back..."  He wanted to tell Logan about what Remy asked of him... but he didn't want to get Remy in trouble either.  He hadn't seemed sure of Logan's reaction.

Swallowing, Logan bowed his head, grunting.  He wasn’t going to go hunt down a lover and force him to be in a situation he didn’t like.  “He got... pretty mad at me, I guess.”

"Mad...?  Why would he be mad at you?"

“I dunno, but he stormed outta here without sayin’ a word ta me...”  Lifting his head a little, Logan asked, “Whatcha cookin’?”

"Spaghetti.  Don't laugh," he snarled.

Grinning slightly, Logan wasn’t in the mood to laugh, and he tried to grab Creed with his feet when he passed.

"You little runt," he growled and pounced on Logan sending him up against the nearest wall.  With his lover trapped, Victor smiled down at him predatorily. 

Letting out a little 'oof' Logan pressed his nose into Theron’s neck, thankful he was there when he was hurting and confused.  Logan tangled his fingers in Creed’s hair.  Victor purred and nipped lightly at Logan's shoulder.  "<Don't worry, lover... he’ll be okay....>"

Wrapping his legs around Creed’s waist, Logan huffed against his neck.  “Don' know what made ‘im run off like that... gets skittish....”  Creed’s arms wrapped around Logan's waist and he was tempted to tell Logan what Remy said again....

"He... he came outside ta talk ta me, Logan..."

Looking up, hopeful, Logan’s arms were around Creed’s neck.  “Yeah?  What'd he say?”

"He... asked me ta join ya next time somethin' like that happened...." he said quietly.  "But I won't, Logan...." he amended quickly.  He thought that was what Logan wanted to hear, but he could never be sure now....

Heart rate speeding up, Logan bowed his head against Theron’s shoulder.  “Shit...  I...  I wanna.  With the two a you... but I got reservations, y' know?”

Victor was confused hearing those words out of Logan's mouth.  "What kinda reservations ya got?" he asked gently.

Shrugging, Logan said, “Just that it'll go bad...  That y'll hurt 'im...  That y'll fall in love with each other an’ not need me.”  He smiled a little at the last one, knowing it was ridiculous, but it was still a real fear.  Victor felt like he had been the one being held up by Logan—and that he'd just been dropped.  Hard.  Logan didn't trust him that much?  He growled and hugged Logan closer to him.  He needed to prove to him that he could be the kind of person he expected... the kind of person he used to be.  He barely heard the part about them falling in love with each other, but he did hear it.  He dismissed it away, figuring that Remy might tolerate him, but he would never fall in love.

Swallowing hard when Victor squeezed him, Logan knew if he weren't made of metal, he would have been crushed.  Nuzzling him when he growled, Logan asked, “Y' okay?”

Feeling kind of sick, Victor nodded and loosened his hold on Logan.  "Yeah.  Don't worry.  The kid only has eyes fer you, Logan.  Ya know that better than I do."  He had been amazed that Remy not only tolerated him, but looked like he was making an effort to make things work between the three of them.

“Then why d' ya look like yer gonna cry?”

Victor's eyes snapped to Logan's.  "I ain't," he growled low.

“Nah...  Yer not the cryin' type.  But yer pissed about somethin'.”

"It doesn't matter, Logan," he said, looking away from Logan then.  Trust with Logan would only come in time... just like with Remy.  He knew Remy in particular would be difficult to win over.

“No, tell me now.  Don't wanna fuck up with you, too.”

Grimacing, Victor looked Logan in the eyes.  "I... know ya don't trust me....  I know it takes time.  I just gotta be patient."  He had never been much good at that though....

Sighing, Logan tucked his head under Creed’s chin.  “I just ain' willin' ta take many risks with Remy...  Poor kid's been through enough.”

Yeah, an' you're the cause o' half of 'em, he chided himself.  He nodded to Logan.

Kissing his neck, Logan bit down on Creed’s ear affectionately.  “Still... you've surprised the hell outta me.”

Victor felt better that he was able to say something like that.  It was encouraging.  Hugging him, Victor nibbled at Logan’s shoulder again, then nuzzled into his neck farther.  His breathing pattern spoke of relief.  Sighing heavily, Logan said, “Love ya, Creed...”  He felt safe in his arms, knowing he wouldn’t drop him.

Victor hugged him hard after hearing that.  He was shocked that Logan had said that.  He kissed him long and deep.

Logan kissed back, feeling at home with his kisses, feeling like he could kiss him ‘til morning.  Relaxing into the embrace, Creed felt himself slip a little bit and really want to devour Logan, but pulled back with his self control.  Remy was bound to be back soon.  Wondering why Creed pulled back, Logan followed him with his mouth a little, then decided to let him go, carefully letting his legs slip from around him.

"You... uh... hungry...?"  Victor knew he was... it was just for something other than food....  He craved Logan's affection.

Nodding a little, Logan said, “Yeah...”  He had the sudden urge to drop to the floor and suck Creed’s cock down his throat.  Victor's hands tightened in Logan’s shirt before he let go.  He smelled the musk on Logan and wanted to take deep breaths of him, and taste him.  Gods, he was getting hornier by the second.  His heart rate was picking up and he stared down at Logan, not stepping away from him to go toward the food in the kitchen.

Smelling the want on Creed, Logan realized they were caught in an upward spiral of Creed smelling Logan and Logan smelling Creed.  He pressed his nose in Creed’s chest and looped his fingers through his belt loops.  Bucking his hips slightly, Victor couldn't help but notice that Logan was getting more turned on.  Was it going to be okay...?  Would Remy get mad?  No.  Remy would understand....  He kissed Logan again, breathing him in.

Kissing him back, Logan went on his tiptoes to kiss him harder, trailing kisses down his neck and gently mouthing his nipples through his shirt like a hungry kitten.  Pretty frustrated since his time with Remy was cut short, Logan let his tongue play with Creed.  Kissing back, Logan went on tiptoes to kiss him harder, trailing kisses down his neck and gently mouthed his nipples through his shirt like a hungry kitten.  He felt pretty frustrated since his time with Remy was cut short.  Not lessening his kisses, Victor held Logan tighter.  His body felt so good against him!  Hoisting himself up, Logan put his legs around Victor's waist again, growling pleasantly against his lips, "Creed..."

"Logan," he purred, pressing Logan up against the wall and grinding his erection into his.  Biting down on his lip, harder Logan panted into his mouth, worked on getting his shirt off and not falling onto the floor.

Helping Logan to get his shirt off, he started working on Logan's.  His skin felt so good....Running his hands all over Victor's upper body, Logan purred at the feel of his skin, then struggled to get his shirt off as well, and started slipping down his hips.  Victor worked to keep Logan up on his hips, loving the feel of his erection against his own.  He growled his appreciation for Logan.  Panting against his lips, Logan asked, "Want me?" struggling with Victor’s belt.

"Gods, yes!" he hissed out.  He wanted him so badly.

Managing to get the belt off, Logan growled, "How do you want me?"

"Right here, on the floor," he said breathless.  He felt the need to have Logan wrapped around him, his legs spread wide.  He loved the way Logan looked when he was like that—his head thrown back in abandon.

Eyes dilating, Logan's hips jerked, "<Then do it,>"and he bit his neck as a challenge.  Growling deep at the challenge, Victor ripped at the rest of Logan’s clothing and pushed him to the floor, kissing him hard, biting his lips.  Panting heavily, pawing him all over, Logan struggled to get his jeans off, immediately grabbing Victor's cock and wrapping his hand around it.

"Rrrrr!!!" Victor shouted at Logan's grabbing of him.  Creed needed to be inside him... his hand felt so good.... being inside him would feel even better...Kissing him ravenously, Logan pulled his cock, opening his legs for him, knees hiked up around his hips.

"C'mon..."

Smiling at him, Victor snuck down Logan's body and lapped at his perineum and followed it down to his tight little pucker.  Moaning at the heady scent, he let his tongue flick out and penetrate into Logan.  His sweat tasted good and salty on his tongue.

Trembling hard, Logan really liked that.  "Ghhhhh....  Yeah... Creed...  Deep…."  Spurred on by Logan’s moans, Victor probed deeper and wiggled his tongue against the muscles there.  He let his saliva pour down into him.  He couldn't help it.  He was so turned on... he was drooling.  His cock was drooling too.

Feeling himself open in anticipation of Logan groaned out, "Creeeeeeeeed...  Please.…"  He needed him in, wanting his heaviness atop him, wanting Victor's heat inside him.  "I can take it, c'mon..."

 Smiling, Victor crawled up Logan's body and kissed him deeply while slipping inside him.  He was so tight!  That grip threatened to milk his cum from him immediately.

Opening for him but not without pain, the blood helped ease the way in and he healed around him immediately, Logan looked up at him with pleasure drunk eyes. "Creed.…"  Gripping onto his shoulders, Logan adjusted Victor in him and lifted his hips higher for better penetration.  "<More...>"  Hearing the Ancient Greek from him made Victor smile and he kissed his lover, his tongue dipping into his mouth.  Sliding in and out of Logan, Theron shuddered in pleasure.  Growling, Logan reached down and grabbed his butt and snarled at him, "<MORE!>"  Licking his neck, Logan nibbled on him a little, kissing him passionately,

Thrusting into Logan's body, he felt ecstatic that Logan was being that affectionate to him and was enjoying the love making that much.  The sound of the door opening was quiet, but not nonexistent.  Quiet footsteps made their way over to the two of them and Remy stopped right next to them and knelt down next to Victor who had stopped thrusting into Logan and leaned up from him when he heard the door opening.  Victor’s jaw hung open as Remy leaned in and sucked on Logan’s nipple, then down his stomach. Breathing so hard he might just pass out Logan grabbed Remy’s hair, perhaps a little roughly, pulled him up to kiss him deeply, stroking his face, and panted, "<I thought maybe you weren't coming back.>"

Remy blinked at Logan and he frowned.  "Logan... I can' understand what y' said...."

Swallowing hard, sweating, Logan said, "Thought... you left...  fer...  fer good, maybe."

Remy smiled.  He kissed Logan and went back to kissing down his body. He started with his neck and ran his tongue down his chest...  His ultimate goal was his cock and he started sucking in earnest.  He pinched Logan's nipple and played with it while tugging on his cock with his mouth.  Coming up momentarily, he said, "Y' worry too much, cher."

Logan's brain had officially melted.  He could smell them both and they both smelled absolutely heavenly. Remy's mouth felt so good, Creed's dick felt so good, he could only gurgle and growl in response.  Victor started moving inside Logan again and tried to establish a rhythm in time with Remy's.

"Gahghn!!"  He didn't deserve this.  He was so hard and needy he might just explode and Logan thrashed a little between the two of them.  Victor's hand tangled in Remy's hair with Logan's.  The image of Remy sucking Logan like that while being inside him was so incredibly hot...  Logan's reaction, his thrashing, made Victor want to explode inside him that instant.

Wanting to tell them how good it felt, what an experience it was, Logan could only make out the words, "Love you... both...  Ggnh.…"  Squeezing on Creed and thrusting into Remy, Logan stroked the back of Remy's neck.  The words Logan managed out made Remy swallow him further and made Victor thrust sporadically into Logan and come watching Remy... as his throat worked around Logan's thickness. "Raarrgggh!!!!!"

Pulling Remy off his cock and desperately grabbing at his balls to keep from coming Logan wasn't going to come until Remy got off, too and he lay there, panting, pulling his balls and watching Creed finish, thinking he was so beautiful.  Then he looked over at Remy and pulled him in for a kiss.  "Your turn, Cajun.…"

Remy blinked at Logan and asked, "Quoi?"

Grabbing his shirt, Logan pulled him down into a deep, heady kiss, only having one hand to undress him, but doing his best.  Victor tentatively helped in getting Remy out of his clothes, but just watched to see what Logan had in mind for the young thief.  Trembling with the desire to cum, Logan looped his arm around Remy and pulled him down on top of himself.  "Whaddya want, darlin'?" he asked, kissing his neck, nibbling his ear.  "Anythin', I'll do it.…"Victor gently pulled out of Logan and scooted to the side to watch the other set of lovers.  

"Cher..."Remy started out.  He knew what he wanted when he saw Logan being made love to when he walked in.  He wondered what it felt like to be inside him, but knew that he wasn't going to get the chance... until Logan forced himself to not cum.  Remy was perplexed by that, but licked his lips and whispered quietly to Logan, "I... never been inside you...."  He didn’t know how to ask better than that.

Wincing, Logan hadn't expected that... he didn't know why, but... that was always Creed's...  as if he had always known it was his, alone...  Logan swallowed hard.…  If this was going to be an equal relationship, than none of him could be reserved for just one of them.…  He didn't want Remy to see his hesitation, so he nodded.  "Sure…."  Even before he knew Creed and he had been lovers, he knew that getting fucked was off-limits.  Remy smiled gently and maneuvered over Logan and between his legs where Victor had been a moment ago.  Watching intently, Victor stayed off to the side. 

Shooting a glance over at Creed, half to be sure Creed didn’t flip out, half because...  this wasn't right, Logan was determined to get over it for Remy.

Shifting his hips for Remy, legs spread Logan didn’t have to hold his nuts away anymore. Remy saw the amount of apprehension from Logan as he slid inside him and frowned.  He opened his shields, trying to lock out Creed, focusing on Logan and felt the gut twisting in Logan.  He pulled out immediately and slid up over him, lowering himself onto Logan’s wet cock.  He locked his emotions back up, and tried to smile at Logan.  It wasn't okay then....  He wasn’t like Creed to him.  That struck a kind of sadness into him he hadn’t felt in a long time. Taking Remy's head, Logan pulled him down for a long wet kiss, knowing that Remy knew.  He didn't know how to explain it to him and kept stroking his face and kissing him, whispering, "I'm sorry...."

"It's okay, cher," he whispered, trying to keep the knot in his throat from effecting his speech.  He hugged Logan and rolled over so he was on top of him.   Remy closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment, then looked over at Victor.  Reaching his hands behind Logan he pulled his cheeks apart and motioned Victor over.  Victor raised his eyebrows at Remy, but was instantly intrigued by his offer.  Crawling over to Logan he found that his cock was becoming hard again.  His healing factor allowed him to get hard again in a hurry, especially for his lover.  Remy looked great under Logan like that.  Logan was certainly the subordinate in their relationship, but he loved to see him being dominant with someone else.

Swallowing hard when he felt himself exposed, Logan leaned over and sucked on Remy's nipple, going slow inside his tight butt, stopping when Creed's hands held his hips.

Moaning and trembling, Remy arched into Logan's mouth.  Victor caught his eyes and Remy nodded slightly.  He really should be asking Logan, but if it were left up to Logan, he would probably say this whole thing was wrong.  Remy smiled to himself at the thought of Logan stopping this now, but was glad he didn't.  He really wanted to see Logan's face in absolute pleasure.

Lifting his legs back further so he could settle more deeply in him, Logan shifted to allow Creed to settle between his legs.  Pressing against Logan, Victor was careful about entering him.  The last thing he would want to do was hurt Logan or scare any of them out of the spell that seemed to be over them.  His hands caressed Logan's ass and slid down his open thighs.  The smells in the room were driving him crazy.  He remembered what Remy smelled like when they had sex all those years ago...  He had felt really good—almost as good as Logan felt now, he thought as he was completely sheathed in Logan's flesh.

Snarling deeply against Remy's neck, Logan liked that a lot, and scooped Remy up in his arms kissing him over and over, stopping occasionally to shift around Creed's cock.  “Mrrrrrgghhh...”

Victor had to keep his mind out of the past because he didn't want to hurt Remy from reliving that moment in his head.  He opened his eyes and saw Remy's fiery eyes below him and his breath caught in his chest.  Logan was biting at Remy's neck—probably a lot more gently than Victor had, and Remy's eyes were glossed over in pleasure.  Victor started to move inside Logan while his eyes remained locked on Remy.  He didn't know if Remy knew what his eyes did to people, or if he just suspected, but Remy closed his eyes to break the spell.  He turned his face away from Victor, masking it in a moan of pleasure.

Panting a little, Logan kissed Remy again, thinking he was so beautiful and open and magnificent.  Trembling as Victor pushed in at just the right spot, Logan arched his back, grabbing Creed's hand.  Growling softly, Victor leaned over to Logan's neck and kissed the soft flesh at his throat, nipping it lightly.  Victor squeezed Logan's hand back, but then let it support his weight, not wanting to crush anybody.  Victor felt like Remy was escaping with that aversion of a look and he leaned down and kissed Remy's fine lips.  They were soft and relaxed enough that he could let his tongue find its way inside the wet warmth.  Remy responded to his kiss and writhed under Logan.  He could only imagine what Logan was feeling at a moment like that.  He wanted to open his shields and let that pleasure in, but he wasn't going to do that with Victor there.  That was something he was only comfortable enough to do with Logan. 

Watching them kiss, Logan was fascinated by it, but also a little upset by it...  He was still pretty damn territorial over the both of them, but he tried to swallow it down...  kissing Remy's jaw and neck gently.  He enjoyed being trapped between the two of them, feeling their bodies.  Remy felt Logan's lips at his jaw and turned his head toward them. "Mmm...."  Victor followed his lips as Remy initiated a three-way kiss.

Kissing them both, Logan then started chuckling cause it was a little weird and they were both so.. well... cute.  Squeezing down on Creed and flexing his cock in Remy Logan attacked Remy’s nipple again.

Remy squirmed below Logan, his muscles spasming around Logan.  "Dieu!  Logan... please, cher..." he panted in frustration.  He wanted more than this, 'a little motion here, a little motion there' sex.

Reaching down Logan rubbed Remy's stretched hole as it grasped his cock.  “Please what, lover?” he panted against Remy’s ribs, squeezing down on Creed again because his rock hard cock felt so good.

"Ghhh!" Victor grunted and thrust hard into Logan. 

"Fuck me," Remy whispered passionately.

Bucking hard, when Creed thrust because that was just incredible, Logan then sank deep into Remy, thinking he might pass out from the pleasure.  “Creed...  Harder...  for Remy....”

With a deep throaty growl, Victor slammed into Logan harder and felt the second impact when Logan ran into Remy.  Grinning, he started a pace that controlled the entire rhythm.  Logan felt so good around him that he couldn't help but speed up.

Hardly able to breathe; it was so good, Logan was getting slammed into Remy with Creed's force and his own.  He was so blissed-out with the pleasure could only make wolfy grunting whimpers.  Logan tried to lick and bite at Creed's arms that framed him.

Remy grabbed onto Logan's ass and felt his muscles move.  He loved the feel of him as he pounded into his body.  He felt Logan's stomach as it scraped against his cock.  He really wanted more than that!  He reached for Logan's hand and tried to steal it for his own purposes.

Nibbling on Remy’s fingers when they wrapped around his wrist, Logan reached down and pressed Remy’s cock flat against his stomach, rubbing hard against it, rocking with Creed's thrust.  “Creed...  S'good….”  Leaning down Logan gave Remy a wet kiss, really scraping his cock.  Remy whimpered loudly into Logan's lips.  Canting his hips a little, Remy found the position that pounded against that spot inside him that made him want to cum so badly.  Sneaking his tongue inside Logan’s mouth, he played with his tongue which made his body sing in pleasure and he started sucking on Logan’s tongue as if it were his cock.  Finally, one more thrust was enough and it sent Remy over the edge, sending white cream up onto Logan’s chest.  He shouted into Logan’s mouth around his tongue, but there was no distinguishable word.

Roaring into Remy’s mouth, Logan banged into his pretty Cajun harder as if it would make him come more.  He was so close to erupting inside Remy.  “Harder... Creed...  Do it... Do me...  C'mon...”

Remy's shout sounded so good to Victor's ears.  He hadn't gotten to hear Remy come the last time they... had sex.  He pushed the guilt from his mind and concentrated on pleasing Logan, letting himself go wild, pistoning into his lover.  Victor held his hips as he pounded into him hard.  "Do ya like that, lover?" he whispered into Logan's ear, biting on the shell of it a little.

Snarling, baring his teeth, Logan said, “Yeah...  Yeah...  God, s'good....”  Still hard as rock inside Remy, he encouraged, “So good an' deep...”  Leaning over to pant against Remy's chest, Logan lifted his hips.  He was so close!  “Close...”

Remy bit Logan's other ear, licking along the lobe and then down his neck.  "Cum inside me, cher," he whispered.

Giving out an aroused, startled sound, Logan took a few more thrusts from Creed, and came hard inside Remy, snarling and pounding into his hot, wet heat.  “Yes!”

With Logan contracting around his cock, and shouting in ecstasy, Victor couldn't take much more and bit into Logan's shoulder as he came again.  He tried not to break the skin, but he noticed the taste of a little blood in his mouth when he became coherent again.

Trembling hard, Logan supported himself so he didn’t smoosh Remy and supported a little of Creed, too, trying to catch his breath.  Remy smiled at Logan and kissed him deeply before attempting to wiggle out from under him.

Letting Remy wriggle away, Logan made a sad sound when his cock slipped out of him.  Remy sighed deeply when Logan was out of him.  He always felt empty just afterward.  He propped himself up against the wall nearby and looked at Logan and Victor as he pulled gently from Logan.  Remy noticed how much care he took with Logan and frowned at the thought.  Trying to rid the uncomfortable thoughts from him, he leaned over to Logan to kiss him passionately.  He didn't know if he shouldn’t have done that, but at least now this wasn’t some weird thing that they would all get uncomfortable about... or was it?  The thought to counter his argument was that Logan had refused him when he wanted to make love to him, even though he'd already been taken by Creed.  That made Remy's gut clench and he tried to ignore it in front of them so he could process the emotions later.

Curling his arms around Remy, Logan kissed him just as deeply, stroking his hips before pulling away and smiling at Creed above him.  Leaning down, Victor licked Logan's lips and purred contentedly.

Purring back, Logan grabbed his hair and kissed him wetly, saying hoarsely, "<I love you...  Thank you.>"

"<I love you too...>"  Victor looked over at Remy who was cooling off against the wall, his sweat glistening in the light.  He wasn't looking at either of them as they spoke unintelligible words of affection to each other.  Victor thought he saw a frown on his face and was afraid.  Crawling over to the young man, Victor kissed his lips.

Grinning, Logan crawled over to Remy, too, and started kissing and licking his neck, nibbling gently on his ear.  Carefully, Logan took Remy's leg and draped it over his hip.  "Remy...." Victor moaned against his lips.  Responding, Remy kissed him back and arched into Logan's kisses.  All Remy really wanted to do was to hug Logan tightly, open up his shields, and never let him go... but Creed was there....

Nuzzling his cheek, Logan whispered in his ear, "Y' okay, darlin'?" noticing he looked a bit sad.  Remy nodded against Victor's lips, deepening the kiss.  He was actually curious if Logan was upset with Victor kissing him so much.

Logan was upset and he watched the two feeling jealous, but he didn't know of whom.  He let them kiss a little longer before shoving Creed in the chest a little to get him off of Remy.  Victor didn't really know what to do when Logan shoved him.  He growled a little, but when he pounced back, he pounced on Logan to kiss him.  He didn't think that Logan was really being fair there, but he wasn't going to bring it up just then.

That’s better, Logan thought and still feared that the two of them would leave him.  Despite the selfishness of it he would probably always respond that way. Remy reached out and touched them both on their shoulders, sort of excusing himself from the tangle.  Breaking away from Creed for a moment to look up at Remy, he asked, "Where ya goin'?"

He had snuck out from underneath them and rose, headed to the shower, but when Logan questioned him, he felt like... a prisoner.  "Jus' gon' go clean up," he said quietly.  Logan was being very possessive of him, and he wouldn't have thought it unusual, if he weren't also being possessive of Creed.  It was as if their relationship couldn't be equal.  It wasn't that he wanted to have a relationship with Creed as deep as he had with Logan... he just felt confined.

Sighing, Logan let him go, looking over at Creed.  "He's pissed at me."  He could've had sex with the two of them all night.

"I am not!" Remy objected loudly as he made to leave.

Victor looked at Logan, "<Yeah, he is.  I don't think he—>"                 

"Stop dat!" Remy shouted upset.

Cringing, Logan looked up toward Remy's voice.  "What? Remy...."

"What language is dat anyway?" he asked.

Turning to really look at Remy who had stopped in the living room, Logan leaned back against Creed a little either to protect him or be protected from Remy’s anger.  "Uh...  Greek, I think."

Straightening, Remy nodded.  "Say what y' gon' say in a language I c'n understand," he said and left for the shower.

Bowing his head a little, Logan felt his gut sink at how he fucked up.  "Shit...  Nothin’ seems ta work...."

"Logan... the kid loves ya.  We just gotta work the bugs outta everythin'," Victor said and wrapped his arms protectively around him. 

"He's been tryin' ta leave.  He thinks it's bein' fair."

"Just goes ta show ya how much he really loves you,” Victor whispered.

Turning, Logan placed his face into Victor's strong, bare chest.  Oh, yes...  I missed you…. he thought as he wrapped his arms around Victor's neck, pulling him really close.  "He's so fuckin' young...  He doesn’t deserve a shared lover..."

"Bet ya he's shared several before ya even met 'im, Logan," Victor said with the hint of a smirk.

Looking up, Logan said, "Nah."  Snuggling his back in against Creed, Logan paused and looked up at him again.  ".... Nah."  He squeezed Creed a little tighter.

"Go ask 'im," Victor dared.

Looking up, Logan asked, "You know somethin'?"

"No, I just really think he's the type.... and he's been really calm about this whole thing."  Calmer than Logan had been, while in the thick of it anyway.... 

Thinking about that a little, Logan said, "Hey... we ever have a three way relationship before?"

Victor shook his head automatically.  "No.  I was way too overprotective of you, not to mention that bein' homosexual wasn't really acceptable until recently in the Christian world."

"Not even before then?  In Greece?" he asked stroking Victor’s chest, running his fingers through his light fuzz.

"I wouldn't let anybody touch you... especially after Anchius...."  Victor trailed off.

Ghost-light nuzzling against his chin and neck, Logan asked, "Why especially after Anchius?"

"After he tried to kiss you... it was like I couldn’t trust anybody...."  Cosiderin', I think we're pretty lucky I ain't rippin' the Cajun's limbs off.

Nodding, Logan trailed his fingers over Victor’s nipples.  "He's incredible innut he?"

Anchius?  What?  "Who—?  The Cajun?"  Gods, yeah. I'd really like another try at that fine ass, but like either a' you would let me near him in the next hundred years.  Victor had found that it took about a hundred years for pain to fade enough to forgive someone.

"Yeah, the Cajun...  Remy..."  He was still quite twitterpated with him, thinking his name was verbal honey.  Logan grinned and pressed against Creed.

"Guess we should clean up, too... huh?"  Victor nodded and clutched Logan to him before letting him up.  Rising, he said, "Don't think he'll let us in therewith him..." he said talking about the shower.  "He seems ....  pissed."

"Just a little," Victor admitted.  "I think the kid'll get over it pretty quickly."

"So...  That means we can't shower t'gether, either..."

"Logan... I'm just really glad that I'm outta that cage and I get ta be here with ya.  I can live with not gettin' ta shower with ya just yet."  Victor smiled at Logan softly.

Smirking a little, Logan looped his arms around Creed’s hips, just wanting to keep touching.  "Okay... The hot water's gonna run out.  You can take the upstairs shower."

Victor nodded and got up to go to the other shower.

"You wanna go— y' know, try an' check up on the kid?"

Maybe if Logan went and apologized to him in the shower, he wouldn't be so hot under the collar when he came back out.

Nodding, Logan said, "Sure," and went on his tip toes to give him one last kiss before gently knocking on the bathroom door.  "Remy?"

"Yeah?" Remy's voice came from the shower.

"C'n I come in?"

"Door's open," he called.

Entering, Logan shut the door behind him.  He was able to see Remy's body through the shower curtain.  "Uh... Just... wanted ta see how you were doin'...."

Remy's sigh couldn't be heard even to himself over the rush of the water, and he thought about his response.

"Logan... I tink we're gon' need ta talk— all of us."

Almost starting to bang his head on the wall, Logan said, "Ooooooookay," and sat down on the toilet.  "Don't suppose y'll gimme a hint?"

"Dere are jus'... tings we need ta work out, okay?  I'll be out in a minute," he said over the spray.

Working his jaw a little, Logan said, "Yeah," and got up to go out, shutting the door behind him.  "Fuck."

Remy cringed as the door slammed.  He couldn't help the desire running through his entire body to have... Logan's cub— as he put it.  Then it would be impossible for Logan to leave him.  Of course, it wasn't possible for him to have a kid, but it was also not right.  He really wanted a kid with Logan so they could experience parenting together.  He admitted that it would probably cement his relationship with Logan, possibly even over that of Creed, but he was going to try and be open minded about this whole threesome thing.

Victor made his shower short and was down stairs in a towel in a few minutes.  Going into the kitchen, Logan started giving himself a sponge bath, and finished up easily.  He saw Creed, and snarled softly.  "Remy wants to talk."

"Uh-oh. That can't be good," he said, although he couldn’t keep himself from staring at Logan's body in the kitchen.

"No.  It can't."  Marching into the bedroom, Logan pulled on a pair of jeans and sat heavily on the bed.

Victor pulled on his clothes from earlier and joined Logan on the bed, although he chose to sit away from Logan so Remy wouldn't get mad.  Knowing what Creed was doing Logan felt put off by all of this propriety and trying to not hurt everyone's feelings.  Folding his arms they waited.

Not taking much longer in the shower Remy was out, toweling his hair.  He was greeted by the sight of Logan and Victor on their bed and blinked at them.  He finished toweling off and decided to climb into some jeans to match them.  Finally, he sat down and looked at them.

Logan wasn't going to say anything until prompted.  He was in one of those moods.  Sighing, Remy figured he was probably going to be in charge of this discussion because he was the one who brought it up.  "I’m sorry," he said, starting off.  "I jus'... don' know what’s goin' on here an' I tink it's gon' be important dat we talk 'bout it.  Is dat okay?"  He wasn't sure it was going to be.

"Yeah."

Victor nodded.

"Kay.  Logan... do y' wan' dis t' be an equal relationship, or do y' jus' wan' Creed an' me t' coexist?"  If they could all manage to not break each other, that would be a good start.

Looking up, Logan asked, "What?"

"How else can I put dis....?" he asked to himself, looking at the ceiling before trying to rephrase to Logan.  "Was it buggin' y' dat Creed an' me were kissin'?  Would it bug y' if I fooled around wid him?"  He figured he knew the answer with his previous behavior.

"No..."  He shifted a little and clarified, "I mean, if I was here... I.…"  Obviously, it bugs the hell outta me.  "No."

Remy kind of thought Logan might be lying from the way he fidgeted.  He was really tempted to open his shields and look at how he felt, but he refrained because he needed to be able to trust Logan... and Logan needed to be able to trust him.  "Cher, I got no vested interest in y' response.  It's y' last chance t' say wheder it's okay or not."  Victor was amused at how Remy was pumping Logan for lies.

Huffing, Logan could see Victor smirking over there.  "Why would you want to, anyway!  No!  No, I can't stand seein' the two a you kissin'!”

The smile that came over Remy's face was... relieved. "Okay."  Remy turned to Victor making sure he heard it.  Victor crossed his arms in response.  "Now, I don' like it when de two o' you are speakin' languages I can' understand 'roun' me, so eider teach me de language, or don't speak it when I c'n hear y'." Remy paused.  "You got any terms or conditions, Creed?" Remy asked Victor.                          

"Why you askin' me?" he said indignantly.  He didn't feel like a member of this relationship anyway.

Looking over at him, Logan was a little hurt. "Creed…."

"Because... I count, one, two three o' us here," Remy pressed pointing to each of them as he counted. 

"Ya gotta have somethin ya want…."

Huffing, Victor looked away.  "I already told ya what I want," he said quietly.  He noted that neither of them had followed his request.

Smiling, Logan crawled over to him, kissing his neck. "Sorry... Theron..."

Theron reached out and clutched Logan to him, finding it difficult to breathe.  His breath shuddered into his body and he felt weak with relief.  He got his clean slate.  He got his lover and his clean slate with his lover.  Theron wouldn't let go of Logan for a full minute.

Staying in his arms, Logan purred at him a little, starting in Greek.  "<Have patience with me, I...>" then he realized he was talking in Greek in front of Remy and decided to direct it to the both of them.

"Yer gonna have ta have a bit a’ patience with me... This old dog don't learn new tricks so good.…"

"You wanna be called Theron... dat's it?" Remy asked perplexed.                                           

"It's important ta me, kid."  Victor didn't think he would understand.  Remy thought about it and nodded. 

“Okay... Theron," he said, suppressing a grimace.

Grinning a little, Logan nuzzled Theron's neck.  "He don' like bein' called 'kid.'"

"I seem ta be able ta get away with it," Theron noted with a grin.             

"Dat's just because I can' call y' a pedophile for it," Remy teased.

Theron cleared his throat and looked at Logan.  "This little boy callin' you names, Logan?" he asked Logan in his lap.

Grinning, Logan crawled out of Creed's lap again, just to not make Remy feel left out.  "Yeah.   He calls me names.  Sexy ones.  And usually before comes.…"  Remy blushed and ran his fingers through Logan's hair.                                        

'Pedophil'e is sexy? Theron asked himself.

Logan wasn’t talking about ‘pedophile,’ of course, and licked Remy's ear.  “What time izzit?”

Theron shook his head and rubbed Logan’s feet.  Remy looked at the clock and read, "Eigh forty-five."

“Mmmmmm....”  He didn’t supposes either of them wanted to go again.  “What do we do for the rest of the evenin’?”

Remy thought about that.  "Everybody eaten?" Remy asked.

Looking over at Creed, Logan asked, “You were cookin' when I came in.”

Theron's eyebrows lifted as he just remembered.  "There's coolin' spaghetti in the kitchen if anybody wants some," he said.  It had probably been off heat for a half an hour, which wasn't too bad.

Grinning, Logan said, “C'mon...” and got up padding to the kitchen, jeans riding low on his hips, with his hair all ruffled.  Both Remy and Theron looked at Logan as he left the room, staring at his ass.  They looked at each other and Remy smiled lopsidedly.  "I don' know how we're gon' do dis," he told the other man.  Was there really enough of Logan to go around?  Theron smiled at Remy, although a little more tentatively. 

Getting out some plates, Logan searched around in the refrigerator for any sauce they may have.  “Hey, Remy!?  We got any pasta sauce?” he called out to him from the kitchen.

Getting up, Theron followed Logan and Remy sat on the bed wondering what he was going to do.  Logan and Theron would probably need a place they could call their own... but since Logan was staying there at the boathouse... maybe they could give him one of the other rooms in the boathouse so he and Logan could have some privacy when they needed it....  Remy heard his name called and shouted out, "Dere might be some canned in de cupboards!"  He was feeling pretty hungry, but he told himself that he wasn't going to eat much for the sake of those around him.  And what the hell were they going to do about sleeping arrangements?  Remy felt like he was going to tear his hair out. 

Knowing about his Le Beau, oh yes, Logan muttered to Creed when he showed up, in that only-heightened-senses-can-hear-me way, “Hey, help me make him eat, all right?”  Opening the cupboards, Logan found the canned stuff, grabbing the can opener.

Was Remy not going to be able to be with Logan with his shields down any more?  He cringed at the thought alone in the bedroom.

Calling out again, “Hey, Remy, ya want any?”

Remy saw the light from under his eyelids and opened them to find a glowing pink pillow.  Startled, he dashed out of the room shouting, "Fire in de hole!"  As he hit the kitchen the blast was heard and he made sure not to touch anything and to keep his eyes closed, reigning in his kinetic energy.  The problem with the stuff was that he couldn't take it back!  He straightened and looked at Logan and Theron when they stared at him, smoke still billowing out from behind him.  Clearing his throat, he said, "Sure, un petit peu," as if nothing had happened.

Swallowing, Logan was actually a little concerned, now.  That shouldn't have happened after Remy had some exhausting sex.  He didn’t know what to think.  “Huh.  Okay,” he said making him a plate, too.

"You... okay, kid?" Theron asked.                                      

"Call me Remy, oui?" he asked with a charming smile on his face.  It was of course, his mask charmer smile, not his 'I'm trying to sleep with you' charmer smile.

Handing everyone a plate, Logan took Remy's wrist, and put a hand on his forehead.  “Huh.  How ya feelin', darlin’?”

Theron nodded and turned to eat the plate Logan had handed him.  "I'm okay, Logan."  Remy made a slightly annoyed face at Logan when he took his temperature.  "Logan, I can't be sick," he said defensively.

“Yer a little warm,” he countered.  Well, obviously, but... well, he was concerned.  Sorry for caring.  Logan dug into his pasta.

"Dat's y' fault," he said with his, 'I'm trying to charm my way into your pants' smile.  Theron rolled his eyes a little, but ate his pasta silently.

Raising an eyebrow at him, Logan knew Remy was just trying to deflect him and it was sort of working— the sexy fucker.  “Eat.”  Remy picked at his food and ate a couple of bites.  It was a pretty conscious effort to not eat the entire thing.  When he got to about half way done, he put his fork down.  "I'll go see what I can't scrounge up t' sleep on.  De blankets are probably toast," he observed as he rose from the table taking his plate into the kitchen and sticking it in the fridge.

Sighing, Logan looked over at Creed.  “What're we gona do about sleepin’?”  Please say I should sleep between you two, please, please.

"Well... I tink dere's only de one guest bed left since I kinda— sorry 'bout dat.  I could go an' sleep in de mansion until we find anoder one...."  Or I could jus' stay out dere permanently.  Give y' some space, dat way Creed— er Theron, wouldn't need an apartment o' his own miles an' miles away.  Remy sighed.

“The hell yer stayin’ at the mansion.”  Logan wasn’t kicking him out.  This was more Remy’s home than anywhere else.  “We can pile on the master bed, doncha think?”

"Uh... oui...." he said a little uncertainly and walked back to the master bedroom to make sure there were enough blankets that nobody would get cold... not that they would with three people sleeping in the same bed.  Remy thought how ridiculous that was, but he really didn't want to offend Logan.  He did seem upset when Remy suggested he leave them alone.

Looking over at Creed, Logan needed help dealing with this kid, and said again, softly, “Fucked up again, didn't I?”

"I don't know, Logan.  I think ya did the right thing.  Pushin' him away ain't gonna be good fer any of us," he said looking at his mostly empty plate.  He admitted that pushing Remy away would make things easier for him, but then Logan would feel bad and that would make Theron sad.  "<I said I would share you, and I am going to keep that promise.>"

Smirking at him a little, Logan thought he was a complete shit for putting them through this, and got up to kiss him softly before going to lean in the doorway and watch Remy make the bed.

Remy looked up at Logan when he saw him in the doorway.  "Hey...." he said for lack of anything better to say.  He really was at a loss for words.  He sort of wanted to bring up the subject of what they were going to do about each 'couple' needing privacy every now and again, but he wasn't sure if this was the time.

“You all right?” he asked noticing he was sketchy all over.

"You sure it's okay f' us t' be... sleepin' t'geder?" he asked instead of avoiding the question by saying he was fine.

Approaching him, Logan pulled Remy against him.  “Not if it’s what's makin’ ya all nervous.”

"I jus... I know how I feel 'bout y'... an' dat C— Theron's gotta feel de same way.  Like I'm... slidin' over f' somebody else in a relationship dat's s'posed t' be jus' de two of us...."  Remy looked at the blankets he was arranging and frowned deeply.  "I'm sorry, Logan.  I wanna be close to ya, but I feel... like I can't...."  That was definitely the wrong thing to say.  Only after his feelings had been expressed did he think about how it would affect Logan... and Theron.

Letting go of Remy, Logan backed up until he was against the wall.  “So...  Ya...  Ya want out?”

Remy shook his head.  His stomach twisted as he did.  His every instinct had told him to nod.  He wanted in.  Very in.  But there were limitations there... limitations that were observed by another person which made him uncomfortable... and other limitations that were overcome by that same person.  Remy sighed, not knowing where his thoughts were going.  The bottom line was that Theron was keeping him from being as close to Logan as he could. 

Putting his hand over his face, Logan thought he might just scream.  “Okay.  I'm takin' the couch, you take the bed an' I'm puttin' Creed back in his cell.”  Sighing, Logan went back into the kitchen.  “Hey, Cre—  Theron.  Got some bad news.  Kid changed his mind, yer back in the cell.”

"Logan, I didn't say that, damnit!" Remy shouted before Theron got a chance to react.

“Ya didn't have to.”

Remy rushed out into the living room.  "Logan— dis is what I'm talkin' about!  I can't just express my feelin's to ya because y'll act on what I say because y' bein' oversensitive.  I jus' wanted ta talk to y' about it!  Dat's it!  I didn' wan' tings t' change."  Remy looked to Theron.  "Y' not bein' caged like an animal," he said definitively.  He looked back at Logan and said, "You gonna let me talk to y' now?"

Now he wanted out.  Was this worth it?  He was going to end up making the both of them furious with him and he replied blandly, “Yeah.”

Remy sighed and stepped back into the master room and waited for Logan.

Logan did not want to go in there with him and get berated, hell, he was older than him by far, but silently marched into the bedroom and shut the door, leaning against the wall again, with his arms crossed.  Remy lay along the bed's width and sighed, looking up at the ceiling.  "I jus' wanted," Remy took in a deep breath, "y' t' pay a little attention to me, dat's all.  I know I don' feel comfortable right now, but I'll get used t' dis, Logan.  I'm sorry I'm havin' trouble sayin' what's on my mind... but I don' wanna hurt you, an' I don' wanna hurt Theron... an' I really don' wanna hurt me."  He leaned up on an elbow and looked at Logan.  "I don' wanna leave, Logan."  He sighed and patted the space in front of him, hoping that Logan would come and lay across from him.

Thinking if he was going to end this, it would be best to end it now... sooner than later...  Logan thought maybe he could just recommend some time off... as in... a few years of none of them seeing each other... then they would all end up at that damn X-Man Christmas Party or something and Remy would have a gorgeous guy or girl on his arm, pretending he or she didn't make him feel like the center of the universe for Logan’s sake, but it being so obvious anyway.  And there would be Logan there, all alone, the solitary, untouchable Wolverine, pretending to be so happy that Remy was so happy, but lonely inside and that being painfully obvious, too.  Then, someone would come in and break it up because Creed was mauling innocent people at a Mall somewhere in Pennsylvania. Fuck.

"Logan...?" Remy asked.  He could see the gears turning in his head, but wanted to know what exactly he was thinking.

Startled out of it, Logan looked up.  “Huh?  Yeah.”  Whenever in doubt, just say 'yeah' in relationship conversations.

Remy frowned.  He hadn't asked Logan anything and felt like he hadn't been listened to, which didn't help his feelings of being ignored any.  Clenching his teeth, Remy was about to just call it off.  His stomach wrenched again as he was about to end it.

Having heard every word Remy said, Logan had just gotten caught up in his projected situation.  “I know, darlin’...  I just dunno what ta do....”  Sighing heavily, Logan said, “Somebody's always gonna be ignored here, ‘cause... well, there's only one a me.  An' I dunno what t' do when ya walk off...  Dunno if it means ya want me ta follow ya or if ya wanna be left alone.”

Remy grimaced.  The problem was that sometimes it meant one, and other times it meant the other.  In order for Logan to know which it was at the time would require him to pay attention and probably some trial and error.  In a normal relationship that was hard enough, but with another person involved, it would be impossible.  Logan would be torn in two if both he and Theron stormed off at the same time.  He wouldn't know who to go after.  Remy bit the inside of his lip.  He realized why Logan was such a proponent of monogamy now.

Feeling his heart hurting Logan was about to launch into the 'this isn't gonna work' diatribe again, but it was too late for that and why voice it anyway?  Besides, he strongly suspected Remy may be the one to bring it up now.

Monogamy...  Remy wanted to laugh at the word.  It was so ridiculous sounding in this situation.  "Logan... maybe I should jus'... let y' go," he said with trembling lips, rubbing the spot in front of him that he had asked Logan to fill... but he hadn't.  Logan was starting to feel like just an 'I wish it could be.'

Feeling that like a really dull arrow stuck right into his heart, chilling him to the core and stealing my breath, Logan slowly clenched his fists.  He still stood by it that if Remy left him, he would leave Creed...  because that was the only way it would be fair....  but he didn’t want to influence Remy, he just wanted him happy... sincerely.  “..... It's up ta you, darlin’...”  His voice sounded like gravel coming through constricted vocal chords.

Remy's stomach was going crazy, doing acrobatics like he learned in the Circ de Solei, only without the rest of him.  "If I left... y'd have ta stay wid Theron...." Remy said.

Looking up, Logan spat, “If yer gonna break my heart, ya don't get ta tell me what I have ta do with it.”  Remy blinked at Logan and then looked down at the bed again.  This was the only way it was going to work then....  Remy nodded and started getting undressed.

Still unable to breathe, still feeling the press of losing Remy crunching harder into him, Logan looked away from him to not see what he couldn’t have.  “So...  Y' make yer decision?”

"Oui," Remy said and slid into the bed.  "Tell Theron t' get 'is ass in here," Remy smiled wanly at Logan.

Certainly not in the mood to smile, Logan closed his eyes and bowed his head.  He was in one rotten mood.  Tempted in so many directions, to storm out, getting on his bike and riding off to something as petty as refusing to sleep with them... Logan couldn’t do that, because these were the people he loved... more than anything else in the world... And that's how he had to treat them...   Nodding wearily, Logan went out.  “Hey, Cree—“ dammit, “Theron, ya ready fer bed?”  He trusted that he heard all of that.

Victor nodded and went over to Logan.  They were both being so brave about this whole thing.  He took Logan by the shoulders and kissed him lightly on the lips before going into the bathroom to get ready for bed.  He found a naked Remy in the bed already as he passed and Theron looked away from him.  He didn't want Logan to be angry that he was getting aroused by Remy, but the kid looked so hot with the sheets draping around his hips.

Smelling him get turned on by Remy, but hell, who wouldn't? Logan slowly undressed, finding a pair of boxers and pulling them on.  He crawled up onto the bed, wanting to ask Remy if he was sure this was all right, but he didn’t want to annoy or nag him.  Gently, Logan folded his fingers in Remy’s because he loved him so fucking much.

Remy sighed and snuggled up to Logan.  Theron scooted in beside them, cuddling up against Logan's back.  Remy started thinking about this whole sharing Logan thing and plans started to form as he relaxed in the bed.  Theron put a hand on Logan’s arm and rubbed it gently as he settled in.

Relaxing and wrapping his arms around Remy Logan trembled at Creed's touches.  He wanted to tell them both that he loved them, but... that would just be cheesy.  Remy was determined to make this work and so was making plans in his head to develop a relationship with Theron where he could trust him... and maybe they could coordinate this so people didn't feel so left out all the time.  "Je'taime, cher.  G'night, Theron," Remy said.                                 

"Night, Le Beau," Theron said a little grouchily. 

Thinking about his plans, Remy wondered whether or not Theron would like to go to the mall with him or something... hmm... that might work....

Rolling over to look at Theron, Logan grabbed his hair a little and planted a kiss on him.  “Lighten up.”  Leaning over and kissing Remy's cheek, Logan tickled him with his stubble.  “Love you too, Cajun.”  He really, really did.  Taking Creed's hand, Logan laced his fingers with his and wrapped it around Remy to pull him close, and thought, oh this is nice.

Remy breathed in deeply before sighing the breath out.  Theron snuggled up behind Logan and let his semi-erect hardness press against Logan.  It wasn't insistent, just... comforting.  Smirking a bit at that, Logan pressed his nose in Remy's hair, starting to drift off.

Remy found that he could feel Theron moving even on the other side of the bed.  This was going to be a little strange and difficult to get used to.  He wondered how the two ferals dealt with that, after all they could probably hear everything in the world, even their own heartbeats.  That must get annoying.  Remy drifted off after Logan and Theron followed soon after.

 

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