Part 24

 

Waking up with the sun as usual, Nathaniel went into the kitchen to cook.  Yes, cook.  He was not very good at it, but he had been learning.  Shuffling out in his silk pajama bottoms, looking sleep rumpled he walked about the house, he was amazed that he was in fact sleep rumpled.

Mark woke up in his familiar bed at home.  He looked around his room and saw all of his things, just where he left them and snuggled under the covers.  Then he looked out his bedroom window and instead of seeing the house next door, he saw white snowy terrain.  The snow was half way up his window.  It reminded him that he was in Antarctica with the man he found out... created him.  He sighed.  He was really a clone.  The thought made him upset, and he didn't really know where the feeling came from... maybe because it seemed to make him less of a person...?

Scrambling eggs, Nathaniel was trying to not burn them like he burned the toast.  He wanted to treat Mark to breakfast in bed.  Mark’s stomach growled at him and he started to smell... breakfast!  He thought of his mother and how she would make him breakfast every morning.  He missed her... but... it wasn't even her.  Was his mother based off of an actual person?  Feeling like everything he'd ever been told was a lie, he hid under the covers like he used to when he was a boy, trying to hide from his nightmares.

Coming in with a plate and utensils, Nathaniel set them on Mark’s bedside table.  Wondering if he was awake, Nathaniel gently stroked Mark’s form beneath the blanket.  Mark pulled the covers down to just below his eyes, hoping that the person who was touching him, much like his mother used to, was in fact his mother, but he was greeted by his doctor's face.  His brows drew together as he frowned under the covers at Nathaniel.  The covers came down the rest of the way and he looked at Nathaniel, analyzing him.   He noted the breakfast he carried with him on his old breakfast tray.  His stomach growled again, against his will.

"Good morning," Mark offered.

“Good morning.”  Nathaniel could tell that he was a disappointment to Mark.  “Are you hungry?”  He was awfully beautiful.

Smiling shyly, Mark ran a hand through his hair.  "What was your first clue?" he asked, kind of laughing at the question and his stomach.

Smiling at him, Nathaniel handed him the tray.  “Eat up.  I am no chef, but it should do the trick.”

"It looks great," he said as he took the tray from Nathaniel.  "Um... I was just thinking... is my mom... a real person...?" he asked as he picked at his food.

Speaking softly but not hesitating, Nathaniel said, “No.”

"Oh... so... how did these memories get in my head?"

“I gave them to you.  When I sent you out into the world, I wanted you to have a stable background...  “

"Oh... so, I didn't actually grow up here?" he asked, curiously looking around the room.

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “You did.”  Smiling softly, he said, “I just… modified your memories so this room was on a normal street with a normal mother....”

"So... do I have actual memories?  Can I get those back?"

Reaching out, Nathaniel curled his fingers through his hair.  “I...  I suppose.  If you really wanted them.  It will take time for me to calibrate the bath... but it can be done...  If you wish.”

Mark blinked at Nathaniel.  "Bath??"

Smiling, he said, “It is a bath you will be submerged in.”

"Oh..."  Mark didn't look like he trusted the idea.  "What was different about my real memories?  Were you in them?" he asked, a little shyly.

“Of course.  I... it was not my finest hour...” Nathaniel admitted, stroking his hands.

Fear struck Mark pretty hard when Nathaniel said that.  "What... what did you do?" he asked, timidly.  He was afraid that his real memories were where his images of a beating father figure came from.

“I was... disappointed when I discovered you did not have the empathy I needed.  But I was mostly angry at myself, I did not blame you,” he said stroking a lock of hair over his ear.

"Um... I don't understand... if you needed an empath... wouldn't you have to clone an empath?"

Softly, Nathaniel said, “Remy is an empath.”

"But— then why...?"  Why am I not one!?  Why was I not useful to you?

Stroking his hair, Nathaniel said, “I did not want you to have Gambit's kinetics.   I believe I incidentally altered your empathy.”

"Oh...."  Mark looked at his plate.  "So... what do I do?"  What am I going to be good for?  Mark closed his eyes.  No wonder you didn't want me.

Smiling, Nathaniel asked, “What do you mean what do you do?”  He couldn’t stop touching him; he had been so lonely.

"What am I supposed to do now?  What am I— a mistake?"  Mark cringed at the thought as he said it.

Swallowing, Nathaniel assured, “No...  No, you are not a mistake...” pulling Mark into his lap.  “In fact, I am very happy you're here.”

"Then..." tears started to appear in his eyes.  "Why did you send me away?"  His voice cracked as the tears fell.

Cradling his face, Nathaniel wiped away his tear with an image covered finger.  “Because this is no life for a young man, down here.  Secluded from the world...  I have told you this.”

"Well..." he said sniffling, "why are you here?"

“Because I do not belong in the world...”  Holding him close, gangly limbs and all, Nathaniel said, “I am...  uninvited.”

"I don't... I don't understand...."  One thing was clear to Mark at that point though, if Nathaniel couldn't come out to the world to be with him... he was going to have to choose between his... creator— and the world.

“I have done horrible, unforgivable things...”  Settling against the bed, Nathaniel held Mark against his broad chest.

Mark nodded.  Victor and Logan had explained to him that they were not good people either... but they seemed like good people to him....  The world was starting to look like a very complicated place.  "Do you... want me to stay here... with you?" he asked quietly.

Kissing his forehead, massaging his scalp, Nathaniel said, “It is not what I want, it's what you want.”

"But... you're my entire family... I can't just leave you here...."

“You owe me nothing.”

"It's not a question of owing...  It's what feels right.  It doesn't feel right to leave you here... but I would miss everyone I know out there...."  He also wanted a physical relationship, but he didn't really feel comfortable talking about that with his ‘father.’

“Then go out there.”  His skin tingled wherever he could feel Mark against him.  He was so beautiful.  “Be with your friends....”

"But— I... what about you?"  Mark started to get more attached to Nathaniel the more he thought about him as being the only family he had. 

Smiling, Nathaniel said, “I will be fine,” and I deserve the punishment, he finished to himself.

Mark swallowed and looked at Nathaniel.  "Can I have my memories back?" he asked, now more certain that he wanted to be able to remember Nathaniel as he had been before they were separated.

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “Of course...” kissing his forehead again.  He wanted to kiss his lips.  “But as I said it will take time….”  I'm going to miss you, he thought as he reluctantly set him back on the bed.

"I'll come and see you, I promise!" he vowed, putting a hand on Nathaniel's.

Taking his hands, Nathaniel kissed them.  “You owe me no promises...”  Getting up, Nathaniel felt his silk pajama bottoms fall around his legs.  “You have free reign of my home, while I am working.”

Mark swallowed and nodded.  "I can't..." he said biting his lip.  "I can't— see what you're doing, can I?" he asked.

Shaking his head, Nathaniel explained, “I do not think that would be wise.”

Mark nodded.  "Okay.  I'll wait for you, then."  Mark leaned back in bed and started to think about the food he hadn't touched yet.

 

 

 

 

 

In that sleep happy place, Logan squeezed Remy like a teddy bear and tried to use Creed for a blanket.  “Mrgh...”  Shifting a little, Logan said very softly to Creed in a way that wouldn't wake normal ears, “<Theron...  Anchius snuck in bed again....  You wanna take him to his room, or should I?>” with his eyes still closed, and curled up happily.

Theron squirmed a little against Logan, his hand drawing up his bare arm.  This was nice to wake up to.  Theron breathed in Logan's ear.  "<Let 'im stay,>" Theron said sleepily.

Grumbling softly, Logan said, “<But I wanted to wake up on your cock this morning....>” speaking Ancient Greek.

Theron sighed.  "Remy?  Could you give Logan an' I a minute?" he asked in a normal voice and Remy started in Logan's grasp.                                         

"Hmm??" he asked, groggily.  He had been asleep.

Starting a little at the English, Logan was completely disoriented for a moment, panicking momentarily before flopping down on the bed again and sighing.  “Fuck.  I did it again didn't I?”

"Yeah... Logan... what do you want me to do when you do that?"  He didn't think he would want to soil Anchius's memory by Logan waking up fucking them both....

Shaking his head, Logan said, “Just... Lemme snap out of it...  I think English does the trick if I get too spooky....”

Theron held his breath.  "But, Logan... that helps you remember things, doesn't it?"

Shrugging, Logan admitted, “Yeah...  I guess...”  He didn’t want Remy alienated, though, and pulled him in tight.

"What's goin' on, cher?" Remy asked, still a little sleepy. 

Theron ran his arm along Logan's offering comfort.  He knew this was just going to get more and more complicated, but he hoped that Remy would be willing to deal with it all.

“Just... Just dreamin’, darlin’, go back ta sleep.”

"Should I leave y' two alone?" he asked, his brain still a little fuzzy.

“No, hon,” he kissed Remy’s ear.  “Just go back ta sleep.  Don' worry,” Logan said squeezing him snuggly.  Remy let out a big sigh and snuggled back into Logan's arms.  He drifted back off smoothly.

"Okay, Logan.  I'll wake ya up next time," Theron said, although, he really wanted Logan to be able to remember more about their life.

Turning, looking at Creed a little, Logan said, “Sorry.”  He was partially afraid that the more he remembered about them, the more he would be inclined to leave Remy.

"What did you remember this time?" he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb Remy.

Smirking, Logan said, “Not much... Just that Anchius would sneak in with us...  And one of us would always go put him back in bed....”  Theron smiled, remembering that it would often be Logan that carried Anchius off to his own bed.

"You miss him?" he asked carefully.

“Yeah....  Yeah, course I do.  Don't you?”

Theron nodded.  "Yeah.  I do."  Of course, he had several millennia to process his emotions for his son.  It surely didn't hurt as much as it hurt Logan who was just now only remembering the boy's life, to say nothing of his death and the years afterward.

Carefully, Logan said, “Remy....  feels a lot like him...”

"He was about the same build as Remy... a little less developed than the Cajun, but he was still a strong boy.  He couldn't a' worked with stone the way he did otherwise."

Suddenly struck with apprehension, Logan asked, “I wasn't... I wasn't... attracted to him, was I?  Our boy?”  He wondered if Theron smelled it on him.

Victor squeezed Logan's arm.  "Not when he was younger.  But... maybe when he was older.  You never said anything, but sometimes I would get yer scent...  He was a really handsome kid, especially when he hit his twenties, so I can imagine...."

Huffing, Logan thought, that's just sick.  “Damn.”

"I'm sorry, Logan.  I really don't know."  He had tried to convince himself that it was Logan anticipating his arrival, but he never knew what Logan's feelings were for Anchius.  It had actually been a sticking point for their relationship for about a century afterward.

Turning a little to look at Theron, Logan continued, “I mean... He was our son... I couldn't a’ been attracted to him, could I?”

Theron looked at Logan and grimaced.  "There wasn't all this psychology bullshit back then that said kids get fucked up when they sleep with their parents... an' bein' gay wasn't a crime....  I... trust that ya never slept wit him..." but I don't even know that, he finished to himself.

Heart rate picking up fast, Logan asked himself, shit, did I?  Could I have?  I couldn't have...  “Oh, shit….”  Pulling Remy close Logan tried to burrow under him.

"Logan... I don't think ya did, okay?"  Even if he had, Theron wouldn't be mad at him for it now.  It was just too long ago to make any difference.

But what sort of person would he be if he did that...  but Theron was right... it was long ago, so he should stop worrying.  “All right...”  He tried to relax.  “Ya never told me about droppin' that kid off at Sinister’s.”

"That kid?  Mark!"  Interesting how Logan pushed things away by giving them impersonal titles.  "He... wanted to stay for a while.  That's where he grew up."

“Shit...  So he's stayin’ with Sinister right now?”

"Yeah.  He says he wants to come back, but I don't know when he's thinkin' about."   Logan was a little worried about that, but he didn’t say anything more.  He would have to trust the kid.

“Who the hell would wanna stay with—”  Shutting up, Logan remembered what Remy told me about Sinister.

"The guy seemed... different," Theron said.  "I don't know how Mark plans to get back from Antarctica though."

“Sinister will just tear open a... thingie for him, I'm sure,” he said holding Theron closer.

"Yeah.  Right."  Theron nuzzled Logan’s neck and kissed his ear.  He looked at the clock and found the time was actually still pretty early in the morning, although the sun had risen.  He started to think about how Logan had woken up that morning and told him that he wanted to wake up with his cock inside him... awe, that was an appealing thought.  Covertly, Theron's hand traveled down Logan's arm and slid off of it, sneaking under the covers to caress his waist.  His hand slipped under Logan's boxers as he felt his hip.

Grunting, Logan grinned a little.  He had a hard-on that was bothering Remy's bottom and whispered, “We used ta make love every mornin’, didn't we?”

"Pretty much," he said.  "I mean—when there wasn't anybody else around."

“He was around... he just stayed hidden...”  Gently, Logan rubbed against Theron.

"I couldn't help that the little sucker snuck around the house half the times we were goin' at it," he grumbled.

Chuckling, Logan said, “Maybe he wasn't sneakin'... maybe we were just goin' at it all the time...”

Theron chuckled.  "Well, you were particularly insatiable," he said nipping at Logan's ear.

Grunting, Logan pushed his butt back onto him.  “Still am.”

Smirking, Theron grunted softly.  He wanted to see if they could make love without waking Remy up, but he wasn't sure if that was possible.  "Careful," he whispered into Logan's ear.  Nodding, Logan huffed gently, sort of turned on by the naughtiness and wondered if Remy would be upset if he pushed his cock into him as a 'good morning.'  "Or I could just fuck ya.  Would ya like that, Locrus?"

Huffing, Logan sighed, “Fuck...  Deep, slow fuck….”  Panting against Remy's neck, Logan gently rocked his hips.  Theron slid Logan's shorts down to bare his ass and let his hardness rub against him.  He sighed contentedly in Logan’s ear.  Licking his hand, he made his cock wet and slick and let that slide up against him, in between his cheeks.

Pushing back hard, Logan just adored his cock, and let it work up and down his crack, starting to rub Remy's nipples and nibble his ear in pleasure.  “Creed...  C'mon....”

"Mmmm... g' mornin'," Remy said sleepily, having been woken by Logan's nibbling at his ear.  Theron smiled and repositioned himself so that he entered Logan smoothly.  That hot tight clutch of his was incredible. 

Grunting Theron sighed out, "Mornin', Cajun."

Groaning hard against Remy's neck, Logan panted against it, the tip of his erection jabbing into his soft bottom, mind too blown to say ‘good morning,’ just clinging, and trembling.

"Mmm, now I know dat sound," Remy observed at Logan's groan.  That was the sound of a Wolverine being fucked.  Jutting his hips back into Logan, Remy searched for something that would be appropriate to lubricate with.  He found some lotion in the night stand.  That would do.  Getting some on his hand, he reached around and grabbed Logan's cock and squeezed it in his hand, getting it all slippery.

Whining, Logan bit down on Remy’s neck, pushing back against Creed, trembling around his shaft.  “Remy...  It's so good....”  Theron’s cock felt enormous and fulfilling in him, and he could feel his heartbeat.  Remy fingered himself a little before grasping Logan and directing him into Remy's waiting heat.  Remy sucked in his breath as he backed onto Logan.  Oh... he could imagine doing this every morning... sometimes waking up to Logan already inside him—!  That thought aroused him more than he expected it to and a jolt of pleasure ran through him.

Grabbing his hips, Logan pulled Remy back onto him having to reach down and grab his balls to keep from immediately coming.  He whimpered against his neck, crazy with pleasure, his nipples drilling into Remy’s back.  “Creed...  God...  Perfect....”  Nibbling on Remy's earlobe, Logan thought they both felt like Heaven.

"Nnn— now, now, Logan... 'member what we said las' night," Remy said, breathlessly, although he was trying to sound like he was reprimanding Logan.  The phrase came out sounding pretty incongruous.  Theron smiled at Remy and fucked harder into Logan.

Completely forgetting what they all talked about last night, Logan reached back and grabbed Creed's hip.  “Not so hard... want this... ta last ferever....” he trembled all over with the pleasure, around Creed's rock hard shaft and even in Remy's soft tight hole, trying to ease Theron’s thrusting.

"Wha'd y' tink?  Should we punish Logan f' not complyin'?" he asked Theron over Logan.  Theron smiled and nodded.  At Theron's nod, Remy started to work harder against Logan, bucking onto him, squeezing his muscles around him, and Theron didn't slow down either, fucking his tightness.

Roaring hard, Logan couldn’t hold his balls away anymore, not even able to move between you two, and bit Remy's neck panting hard.  “Wait...”  Losing his train of thought with Creed's dick pumping in him like that and Remy’s gorgeous soft, hot, wet—oh god....

Theron pinched Logan's nipple and sucked at his neck.  "Oh, yeah, you hot thing," he whispered.

Logan wasn’t going to stand it if he talked sexy, and roared and growled again, trying to fuck them both harder, but his brain was pretty much melted.  Licking what he could of Creed Logan snuffled on Remy.  “Raoworrrrroerwroerwer...”

"Dat's my Logan!  Growl for me, cher!" he said, taking Logan's hand and guiding it down his belly to his hardness, which was aching from the pounding his prostate was receiving.  "Awe, yeah," he moaned.

Growling hard at Remy’s words, Logan thought he was so hot when he made those needy, sexy little noises, and grabbed hold of his shaft and pushed up in him hard.  How did he get to be so goddamn gorgeous?  Making him bend his knees so Logan could have Remy deeper, Logan thrust inside him to the hilt.  Remy clawed at Logan's hand as he was impaled deeper on Logan's cock.  "Logan!" Remy called out.  He bucked about wildly, trembling at the pleasure running through him.  Theron watched Logan fucking Remy and pounded harder—gods, that was a sight!

Wanting to warn them that he was going to come, Logan squeezed Remy's hand in his, only able to make harsh, groaning noises.  He yowled out roaring and came into Remy's butt, pumping him full of come and fucking him with it, in turn bearing down on Creed's hard, long cock as it thrusts inside him.

Logan clenching down around him made Theron unable to hold back any further.  He watched as Logan's cock slid wetly in and out of Remy and felt like he exploded.  Gripping Logan's hand as it slid up and down his cock, Remy encouraged Logan to squeeze tighter.  He was so close to coming, even though he admittedly got a late start.  Working his hips on Logan's spasming cock, he made sure the member hit his prostate.  Imagining the sight of Logan sliding inside him pushed him over the edge and he was coming with his white cream slicking Logan's hand as it traveled up and down.

Still making harsh noises as he panted into Remy's neck, Logan couldn’t speak yet, just shaking with the afterglow.  Remy moaned as he came down slowly from the high, and Theron could be heard behind Logan, sighing contentedly.  Grinning, Logan was finally able to say, “G'mornin...” feeling limp as a wet noodle.

Remy squirmed a little and let himself squeeze Logan a little more.  He almost felt like going back to sleep.  "Finally able t' speak?" Remy asked with a chuckle.  "So, Theron, was dat a good punishment, do ya tink?" he asked.                                                        

Theron smiled at Remy and Logan.  "He didn't cum as fast as I wanted, but it was good enough."

Blinking a little, Logan moaned, “Hghn?  Whazzat?”

"Doubt he was even listenin' t' our conversation, Therr.  I tink de next step in torture is depravation, whaddy' tink?"                                 

Theron smirked.  "That sounds cruel an' unusual ta me.  I think we oughtta save that fer when he does somethin' really bad."  Remy shrugged.                            

"Suit y'self."

Blinking between the two of them, Logan asked, “Whatt're you on about?”

Remy laughed and rose from the bed, the blanket falling from his skin as he got up and stretched.  Theron's cock throbbed in Logan looking at Remy.

Swallowing, Logan lurched a little, reaching out for Remy and pulling him back onto the bed, licking him all over, mouthing his nipples and cleaning him up.

"Ahhhh... Logan... mmmm," Remy moaned getting turned on again.  Logan licking cum off of him was really sexy.  Theron's heart started to pound again as the two of them made out with Logan still around his cock. 

Growling, Logan got up to Remy’s lips and kissed him deeply, stroking his chest, pushing his butt back on Creed's dick.  Remy moaned into Logan's mouth and his tongue came out to play.  His fingers started toying with Logan’s nipples, running his hands through his chest hair, over his wonderfully built muscles. 

“Yer beautiful...  Yer both so beautiful....”  Twisting uncomfortably Logan turned around to kiss Creed and share the taste of Remy's come with him.  The taste of Remy's completion on Logan’s tongue drove Theron wild!  He was hard again almost instantly and was working inside Logan.  Remy leaned over Logan and licked at his throat, not daring to kiss Theron again as Logan said it bugged him.

Grabbing Remy's head Logan kissed him, thinking it was a shame that he was the one keeping him away from Creed's magnificent cock, but he was a bit possessive of it, and he growled against his lips.  Remy purred and licked down Logan to kiss at his nipples, then down further to lap at his balls.  They smelled good because of the lotion, but he didn't taste the lotion on them.  His tongue slid down toward Logan's perineum, but didn't get far because his legs wouldn't allow for it.

Sinking his fingers into Remy’s hair Logan growled and grabbed Creeds hips and gazed at Remy.  “He's beautiful, innit he?” he asked Creed.

Theron's expression showed torment.  What did he say to that?  If he said yes, that Remy was a beautiful creature, Logan would be mad at him for being attracted to him, and if he didn't, Logan would be mad for insulting Remy.  "Yeah..." he said, nearly drooling at the way Remy's tongue slid all over Logan's sac.

Purring in agreement, Logan twisted back to kiss him again.  “Yer beautiful too,” he said and stroked his neck.  Theron had trouble believing that with Remy licking Logan up.  He kissed Logan in way of thanks.

Curling his fingers in Creed's hair, Logan kissed him deeper and deeper, thrusting steadily into Remy's mouth, purring against Theron’s lips.  Taking Logan's nuts one at a time into his mouth, Remy sighed as Theron's hand found its way to his hair.  He tugged a little rougher than Remy was used to people tugging on his hair, but it didn't hurt too much. 

Grinning against Creed's lips, Logan admonished, “Be gentle with him...”  He's my angel.  He felt positively worshiped between the two of them and wriggled his hips against Creed's, savoring the feeling of his cock.  Theron's hand relaxed and fled Remy's head when Logan spoke.  He had barely been aware where his hand was going.  He had wanted to snake his hand down and tug on Logan's shaft, but had run into Remy's head instead.  Theron's hand went up to Logan's face, caressing his jaw as he fell back into a deep kiss.

Purring against his lips again, Logan gasped a little.  “Remy...” he moaned and grabbing his chin, trying to pull him off Logan’s cock.  “Remy...  C'mere...”  Remy complied and waited to see where Logan directed him.  Kissing him deeply, too, Logan mumbled against his lips, “Flip over...  I wanna suck your cock...”  Remy took in a sharp breath at those words and he eagerly lay on his back beside Logan.

Grabbing at his hips, Logan wanted him in a 69 position, but it was rather hard when being fucked so nicely.  He managed to coax Remy there and slurped Remy’s cock down his throat.  Remy whimpered and lapped at Logan, sliding his tongue up his perineum and Remy's hands went to work Logan's cock with clever thief fingers.

Bearing down on Creed particularly hard, Logan pressed two fingers deep in Remy's hole, kneading his bum, purring on his cock.  Theron thrust gently into Logan because with where Remy was, his balls were hitting Remy's nose.  The kid didn't seem to mind.  Remy wiggled at the intrusion and the feelings deep inside him that shot all through his body. 

Swallowing deeply around Remy’s cock, Logan gently tickled his balls, searching inside his tight passage for his prostate, rubbing against that little nub, all the while shuddering and grasping hard around Creed's cock.  Remy shouted and shook, barely having the consciousness to pump Logan hard rod, spreading the slickness of his pre-cum all over.

Taking his mouth from Remy's cock for a moment, Logan muttered, “Close...  Love…”  He didn’t know which love he was talking to, probably both.  “Goddamn close...  Gah!”  Shuddering for a moment, Logan ravenously slurped down Remy's cock again.

Remy twisted his hands around Logan’s manhood and he moved out of the way so Theron could fuck Logan harder.  Theron didn't miss the cue, and while Remy went to suck on Logan's balls and nip at his thighs, Theron plunged into Logan mercilessly, aiming for Logan's favorite spot.  Roaring around Remy's cock, the growls vibrating in his throat, and Logan could only take so much of Creed's magnificent penis.  He came in Remy's hand, fingering him hard and deep.  Remy's spurts shot into Logan’s vibrating mouth.  Remy's mouth moved up to lick at the very tip of Logan's cock while he came, lapping at the juices that flooded from him, hands still pumping his thickness.

Swallowing down what he could, but having a difficult time breathing and swallowing, Logan managed to get some all over his lips, blissed-out on the taste of Remy and the powerful thrusts of Creed.  “Yeah, baby….”  Stroking Remy's hip Logan looped his other arm back around Creed to pull him into a Remy-flavored kiss.

Theron squinted hard at that taste in his mouth again and thrust harder into Logan.  That taste that wasn't Logan's or his own was driving him nuts and he shouted against Logan's lips as he came deep inside Logan’s ass.  Theron's tongue licked all around Logan's mouth, tasting his tongue, the essence of both Logan and Remy mixing there, and sliding along his teeth.  He nipped at Logan's lips as he came down from the sexual height.  His hand wandered down to Logan's hips where he caressed his hips and his ass, but he also found Remy's head there again and this time shied away from touching him.

Huffing hard against the pleasure, Logan kissed Remy's thighs, struggling to bring him up into a snuggling position again.  Remy purred in Logan's grasp, snuggling into a little ball in his lap.  Kissing Remy's hair, Logan stroked his shoulders, purring and nuzzling against him, beaming up at Creed.

Theron leaned down to kiss Logan on the lips and ruffled Remy's hair friendly as Remy purred in Logan's lap.

Growling contentedly, Logan sat up a little, leaning against the headboard.  Remy cleared his throat before asking, "So... dis gon' be a daily activity?"

Stroking Remy’s hair, Logan rested his head on Creed's shoulder.  “We'll see, darlin’....”

Remy moaned, "Could get used ta dis, me," with a big smile.

Theron rubbed Remy's head again.  "Oh, hey, Theron, you wanna go t' de mall wid me?" Remy asked out of the blue.

Blinking down at him, Logan grinned a little, “What, I'm not invited?”

"Um... uh..."  Remy bit his lips before saying, "Non.  I need some time alone wid Theron so we can talk tings over... get comfortable wid each oder—y' know?"  He really hoped Logan understood.

Raising his eyebrow, Logan didn’t need to be a psychic to see Remy was up to something, but he couldn’t be slave-master over the two of them.  “Okay....”  Remy smiled and snuggled farther into Logan, not looking like he was planning on moving any time soon.

Looking up to Theron, Remy asked, "So, wha'd'y' say?"  Theron nodded his head, but looked at Remy funny.  He didn't know what the young man had planned, but he knew it was something... and he wasn't sure if he was comfortable with it.

Looking up at Creed, Logan said, “He won't hurt ya, y' know, darlin'...”

Theron looked at Remy with scrutiny, then absorbed what Logan said....  He called him 'darlin'.'  He called him 'darlin'!'  Theron hugged Logan tightly, running his fingers through Logan's hair, nibbling at his neck.  He couldn't believe how happy he was about that!

Chuckling as if he were getting kissed by puppies, Logan wiggled a little.  “What got inta you??”

"<It's the first time you— >" he caught himself speaking Greek around Remy and repeated himself for Remy's benefit.  "It's the first time ya called me... anythin'... sweet," he said shyly, face still hidden in Logan's neck.  Remy smirked to himself.

Softening a little, Logan never realized how rough he was until someone said something like that.  Stroking his hair, Logan remembered the time Remy fluffed up with pleasure when he first called him 'darlin’.'  “I'll... try'n do it more often, then.”  Theron smiled and licked Logan's neck some more, unwilling to let the delicious skin go unsampled.  Chuckling some more, Logan asked, “So, when you both headin' out?”

"Later," Remy commented and licked Logan’s abdomen.

“Y' both'r tryin' ta get me riled up again, aren't ya?”

Remy snorted.  "I don' know 'bout you two, but Remy needs t' rest.  Dat was... dat was real fun.  I'm gonna go make some pancakes 'er somethin'," he said as he rose from the bed.  "You two just uh... stay in bed a bit longer, oui?"  Remy winked and was out the door.

Sighing heavily, Logan watched Remy’s delicious naked arse as he shimmied out. “He's incredible innut he?”

Theron swallowed hard and nodded.  "Yeah.  He sure is," he whispered.

Rolling over to press his chest into Theron’s, Logan commented, “Think I might be a bit of a jerk fer keepin’ yer cock t' myself….”  He bowed his head against him a little.  “It's a...” he said, gently trailing his fingers over it.  “It's a fuckin' meisterwork....”

Theron’s cock pulsed at Logan’s light touch.  He loved the attention and the sweet words.  “<Thank you, Locrus,>” he said in Greek, since they were alone, his thumb rubbing Logan’s cheek.  Leaning in, he kissed Logan deeply and passionately, but it was a comparatively soft kiss to the urgent feeling ones he usually gave.  Kissing back, Logan wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and draped his leg over Theron’s hip casually.

How can you be so delicious, Logan?  Theron remembered having thoughts like that when they first got together in Olympia.  He had missed Logan so much over the past fifty years....  It didn't seem so long when compared to the amount of time they spent together before that, but still— it wore on him a lot.  Theron pressed Logan into the mattress and his hands felt up and down Logan, keeping him trapped.  He felt so good and Theron felt the need to have Logan again... to make sure he still belonged to Theron.

Grunting a little, Logan asked, “What'er you  doin’?”  He really liked the touch of him, but he didn’t want to upset Remy in the other room by having a go without him.  Theron's breath felt like it was stolen right from his lungs.  Stolen by that rotten little thief who had run off already.  How could he steal Logan so completely from him?  This wasn't fair!  His hands stilled and he swallowed.  His hands itched to feel more of him and to take him.  He longed to hear Logan moaning his old name and to hear his sighs... but Logan wasn't going to let that happen without Remy there...?  He couldn't express how betrayed he felt at that moment and his teeth gritted in response.

Furrowing his brow, Logan could feel his anger welling.  “Hey...” he eased, stroking his arm a little.  “Relax, all right?”  He was a bit nervous Theron might go and try to eat Remy's guts.  Theron took a deep breath, and let out a low growl.  He was still angry, but he wasn't going to hurt anybody... yet.  All he wanted was some time with Logan— was that so much to ask?

Still stroking his shoulders, Logan whispered softly, “What izzit?”

"You know damn well what it is, Logan.  Don't play stupid," he growled.

Knowing what it was, Logan felt sort of uncomfortable.  “Remy's just in the other room....”

"And?" he asked hard, glaring at Logan.

Lips getting tight, Logan growled a little.  “I'm just tryin' ta be fair!”

Remy was in the kitchen and heard the faint sound of an angry voice from the other room.  Opening his shields to see if everything was okay, he felt angry emotions instead of those sensations brought by love making.  He hadn't expected that.  Taking his pan off the heat, he rushed into the room to see if he couldn't help.  If those two were arguing about something, chances were it involved him.  Remy came into the room after having heard the last comment and needed to figure out what was going on.  It certainly sounded like he was involved.  "What's goin' on?" he asked perplexed, not angry himself yet.

Crawling out from under Creed, Logan sat back against the bed, staying quiet, unsure of whether or not this was broach-able.  "Hey, nobody needs t' get mad, okay.  What's wrong?"  Remy looked to Theron when Logan clammed up.                    

"I just wanted some time alone with Logan," Theron grumbled.                  

Blinking, Remy said, "Dat's why I lef' de room."  He was doubly perplexed now.  Had Logan been refusing him?  What sense would that make?

“He means sex, Remy.”

"Dat's why I lef' de room," Remy said again, hoping that saying it again would get through to Logan.

Looking up at Remy under his dark brow, Logan sighed heavily.  “I didn't...” he said mostly to Creed, “I didn't know that was okay....”

Remy scratched his head.  "Oh.  I'm sorry, cher."  Remy leaned over to Logan and pecked him on the cheek.  "'S okay."  He was confident that he would want 'some time alone' with Logan and that Theron would understand that need too.  "I be in de kitchen if y' need me," he said with a smirk, "but I trust y' won't."

Watching him go, Logan was almost too embarrassed to look at Theron.  “...  Sorry....”

"It's okay, Logan...  I guess that's the kinda thing that needs ta be explicit in these kinds a relationships...."  He looked at Logan tentatively, hoping to see acceptance of him in his eyes again, instead of that hurt, indignant look he thought he saw earlier.

Looking at Theron out of the corner of his eye, Logan said, “....  Yeah...  'Fraid a losin' either of ya.”

Nodding, Theron reached out his hand to Logan's to give it a reassuring squeeze.  "I figure that's one o' the things Remy wants ta talk about today when we go out...."

Starting a bit, Logan said, “That makes me nervous.”

"Why?" Theron asked.   Remy and he needed to figure out what would make the other leave and why, and how committed they each were.  Theron thought Remy implied the need to get to know him too, so he didn't really see why Logan was nervous.

Shrugging, Logan brushed it off.  “Nothin' I guess,” unless you fall in love with each other.

Theron smiled.  "You worried I'll fall in love with him?" he asked, smiling teasingly at Logan.

Trying to scoff it off, Logan settled back into bed.  “Hghn... No.”

"Then quit worryin'," he said and snuggled up to Logan.  "<I will always be yours, Locrus,>" he said quietly.

“I know...” but he was still a bit insecure.  “I know....”  Settling against the bed, Logan loved the feeling of Theron’s weight on top of him.  Theron kissed him slowly, letting his tongue lap at Logan’s lips.  He smiled at his last memory of doing this to Logan and how he had squirmed.  His hips ground gently into Logan's and his breath came quicker.  He hoped Logan didn't stop them again, but was almost preparing himself for it.   Grinning against his kiss, Logan guessed, “We used ta do this alot?  Fuck all day?”

"Bein’ a retainer was great," Theron grinned.

“Retainer?  In Greece?”

Theron nodded.  "Yeah, mostly in Greece.  Things changed wherever we went, so there wasn't anything so steady once we left."

“We ever get interrupted?”

"Couple times," he smiled.  "Once we were interrupted by our General.  I think he was amused to see that.  He was happy when his soldier's slept together."

“Yeah?” he asked for elaboration, tracing Theron’s biceps, wishing so badly he could remember this.  “What'd he do?”

"We were pretty involved an' he came in callin' our names.  He just barged right into the bedroom, like he owned the place.  He saw us glued t'gether an' smiled, like he was lookin' at some kids foolin' around.  Patronizin’.  He told us t' go suit up.  I ain't sure whether he thought interruptin' us before we could finish was a good thing, but I suspect that's what he thought.  We kicked the crap out o' the army that day so we could get the fuck home an' get back at it.  After the battle, I came so hard in yer ass, an' you musta sprayed the wall," Theron grinned.

Cock leaping at that, Logan liked the idea of sex and battle.  “Yeah?”  He started running his teeth along Theron’s ear.  “Tell me more....”

“We got home... an' we didn't even take a bath.  We were covered in blood..." he hoped that saying that was okay with Logan.  The blood had turned him on once upon a time, but he might have different feelings about it now.  "We didn't care.  I shoved ya onto the bed an' we started lickin' the blood off each other while we got out of our armor.  You were so hot lookin' in yer armor, love."

Rubbing the inside of his thigh on Theron’s hip, Logan rocked into him a little.  “Didja take me hard?”

"It was probably the hardest we ever fucked up t' that point.  I thought I was gonna break the bed... but it was made sturdy fer just that reason."  Theron rocked his hips on Logan and couldn't take it any more.  His pounding hard cock found its way to the place that was starting to feel like home again.  Logan was still slick from all the cum and Theron slipped right in.  "You tasted so good with sweat mixing with blood an' lust.  You got me so hard, sayin' that ya fought fer me, ta keep me safe.  That was one o' the things that drew us so tight— we'd never leave each other's side in battle.  I fucked ya so hard ya were screamin' so our neighbors a mile away could hear ya.  Ya felt so good, Locrus...."

Panting, almost too turned on to talk, Logan nuzzled his neck.  “Yeah...  Yeah...  S'good...”  He was totally startled by Theron’s cock pushing in and trembled around him.  Legs folded around Theron’s back, Logan loved it when he talked dirty.

With his face close to Logan's, Theron bit his lip hard so that it broke the skin and blood came out.  He kissed Logan and let the blood mingle on their tongue's.  He hoped that the added tang of blood during the sex would cause Logan to remember something.  Pounding harder into his lover, Theron continued.  "You couldn't stop lickin' the blood from me, an' I couldn't stop tastin' you.  Athena, the way you would move, on the field turned me on so much.  I thought about it all the way home an' while you were wrapped around my cock.  It felt... so good ta be protected, Locrus... protected an' loved...."

Kissing him wetly, Logan felt his wound heal over.  “<Take care of you, Theron...>” he said lifting his hips into Theron’s, groaning and snarling in his ear.  “<Fair haired warrior...>”

Theron grabbed harder onto Logan and pounded inside his lover.  "<Ahhh, Locrus, my love.  My irreplaceable warrior.>" 

Growling and whining softly against his lips, Logan really did adore his cock, filled to bursting with pleasure, and thrashing a little.  “<Tell me it's good...>”

"<It's good, Locrus.... Hedonia— you're so good, Locrus!>"  He hissed.  "<You’re so tight!>"  He was so close!

Kissing him wetly, Logan managed to mutter, “<Harder...  Against my spot...  Yeah, like that!>”  He was close, too, and reached between them to toy with his cock.  Theron clutched hard at Logan and plunged deeper, and harder.  He could barely control himself.  He was so turned on by the memories of the past and the taste of blood that was still lingering in his mouth.  Biting into Logan's shoulder, he cried out and came inside Logan, thrusting sporadically and hard against that spot inside Logan that made him beg or command.  Snarling hard, Logan gripped his hair and pulled a little, coming onto his stomach and chest, thrashing under his, his strong legs gripping Theron’s waist. 

In the kitchen, Remy smiled at the sounds the two of them were making and opened his shields just a tad.  The orgasms burst in on him and he collapsed to the floor in shock.  He was lucky he didn't take the pan down with him and burn himself.  He was panting on the linoleum floor staring at the oven when he came back to himself. 

Theron sighed against Logan's shoulder and hugged him as they both calmed down.  Barely able to speak, panting for breath, Logan did register the 'thump' from the kitchen, and huffed hard.  “He... I...   That... Gh....”  Giving up, Logan just curled up latching onto Theron.  Enjoying being latched onto, Theron relaxed and stayed inside Logan for as long as he could before he disentangled himself from Logan. 

"<I love you...> Logan," he said and kissed him.

Grabbing Theron’s head, Logan pulled him down for more kisses.  “<I love you, too...  I love you, too....>”  He did, truly.  Managing to get a hold of himself, Logan asked, “Did y' hear that 'thump'?”

"Hmm?"  Theron heard something, but he just thought it was Remy banging around in the kitchen.  "Heard somethin'...  wanna go check on 'im?" he asked, smiling at Logan.

“Yeah...” but he didn’t move, sort of blissed-out in Theron’s arms, with the ache in his backside not yet healed.  “....  Remy!?  You okay!?”

"Oui..." came shakily from the kitchen.  Theron raised an eyebrow at that. 

Raising an eyebrow simultaneously, Logan grinned and wriggled out from under Theron, wrapping a sheet around his waist and padding into the kitchen.  “Remy?  Whatt're you doin' on the floor, darlin’?”

"Uh...."  Remy looked at the stove and noticed the white stickiness on it.  "Oh."  That was the last time he was cooking naked, that was for sure.  Clearing his throat, Remy said, "I'm fine."  He got unsteadily back to his feet and flipped the pancake that was on the burner.  "Hope somebody likes 'em brown."

Raising his eyebrow, Logan could smell it.  “Did you just...” he looked back to see if Creed was still in the bedroom, then looked back at Remy.  “You just come?”

Remy blushed and nodded.  "Sorry.  I didn' mean t' intrude— I jus'... happen t' open m' shields at de right time...."  Theron was behind him in the kitchen doorway, making sure Remy was okay with Logan, smirking at Logan's question and Remy's response.                                                                

Grinning, Logan grabbed at his plush bottom and kissed him.  “S' okay.  It's hot.”  Looking at what Remy had been making, Logan asked sarcastically, “Izzat some French thing?”  He didn’t doesn't recognize them as pancakes.

"Lay off!" Remy groused at Logan's teasing. 

Unable to help it, Logan pushed his hand further between Remy’s legs, tickling his balls slightly and trailing his fingers over Remy’s soft hole.

"Mmm," Remy whimpered.  "Logan..." he smiled and turned to him, licking his lips. 

Grabbing him and kissing him fiercely, Logan pawed his butt, then let him go.  “All right.  New pancakes.”  Trashing his inedible ashes Logan set about making edible pancakes.

Remy smiled at him.  Only the one was burned, but Remy was glad to have Logan take over the rest.  He went to go find some clothes... not quite comfortable just hanging around with Theron there.  He went and pulled on some sweats and came back into the kitchen to start making some OJ.  Theron didn't know what he could do, so he sat on the counter watching them.

Making more than Remy had made, Logan suspected he underestimated a feral's appetite.  He was humming a little.  Remy watched Logan cook and smirked.  It was a good thing they weren't cooking anything greasy like sausage. 

 

 

 

Remy was showered and dressed in jeans and a collared shirt.  Theron was wearing his same clothes after Remy laundered them in the boathouse's laundry for him.  Stepping up to Logan before they left, Remy kissed Logan.  "Don' wait up, cher," he teased.                                                                                                                  

Theron growled at Remy.  Did he not realize how sensitive Logan was about their relationship with each other??  "Don't worry, Logan," he said stepping up behind Remy and kissing Logan.  "We're just going to talk."

After Theron had allayed Logan's fears, Remy got him out to the car finally.  The man could hardly be torn from Logan's side, which was cute, but not exactly good for any of them.  "So, clothes shoppin'?" Remy asked.                             

"What?" Theron said, looking over at Remy.                                        

"F' you.  Y' hardly have anythin' ta wear an' Logan an' I ain' 'xactly y' size, mon ami."  Remy would have had him get a hair cut too, but Logan probably liked the long hair.  It would help for Cyke seeing him as a different person, and other people not recognizing him, but he would let him keep the long hair until they talked about it. 

Remy started the car and was off to the mall.  They hit the big and tall sections of course.  Theron wasn't fat, but he was unusually muscular and tall.  Shopping with someone was a way to learn quite a bit about them.    "Why don'tcha try dem on?"  Theron went into the dressing rooms a little reluctantly and Remy went just inside with him so he could have Theron come out to show him how everything looked.

"Remy... are you sure I should wear something like this?" he asked.  That was the sort of thing he wore back when Remy had first sought him out for the Marauders.  Remy raised an eyebrow over his sunglasses.                                                          

"Y' look good in 'dat sorta ting.'  What's de problem?"

"I look like I did when you hired me for— Essex."  Remy frowned.            

"Don' worry 'bout it."  It was a suit, for cryin' out loud.  It wasn't like he associated a suit with Sinister every time he saw one.  Sheesh. 

Coming out Theron looked at Remy.  He frowned at Remy when he opened the door.   Remy was actually really surprised how good he looked in that.  He hadn't seen him in anything approaching it in a very long time.  "Y'... actually look really good."  The colors went well with his skin.

Theron smiled shyly at Remy.  "Don't let Logan catch you saying that," he grumbled.                          

Remy sighed.  "About dat....  I mean... y' wanted some time wid him alone, an' I respect dat... I guess I jus'—"                                          

"Wanna make sure I'll do the same fer you?" Theron guessed.                

Remy shrugged, "Yeah."                                               

"Don't worry, Remy.  It'll all work out."

Remy was relieved to hear that.  It was nice of him to say at least.  Sighing, he waited for Theron to finish changing.  Remy ended up selecting a couple of other things that looked of good color on Theron that were similar, and they took everything to the counter.  Remy took care of it because he was pretty sure that Theron didn't have much with him in the way of ID or anything.  Remy took him up to the food court next and they sat at a coffee shop, silent for a long time.  "So... I haven' asked dis yet 'cause I was actually trustin' Logan fer de most part but...  you seem fine now—what de hell was wrong wid you before?"

The question didn't go over well and Theron glowered at Remy over his drink.  "You got a problem, punk?"                        

Remy held up his hands defensively.  "Look, I'm sorry, all right?  We can bot' say we caused each oder plenty o' pain."  He had to get over that if he wanted to make a relationship this complicated work.  "Why were y'... so outta control?" he asked, trying to phrase it politely.

"'Cause they took Logan from me... then they took me.  Military was what we knew.  We wanted to stay outta the way, in a country with not a whole lot o' prominence 'cause we thought we'd be safe there.  We were wrong.  The project was askin' for us an' we gave 'em the okay... until we found out what it was for.  Then we ran.  They found us.  You know the rest.  I went crazy without Logan.  They didn't get a chance ta alter my memories, so I knew who Logan was, but he didn't know me.  I went after him— tried ta find him, but everything went wrong...."

"I'm sorry, Therr," Remy said putting a hand on Theron's.  "I know it musta been hard.  Y' back t'geder now though," he observed reassuringly.  "He's acceptin' ya."                  

Theron nodded.  "I know... but it's still not the same."

"It can' be de same, Therr.  I'm sorry dat I came between y', but de damage was done before we ever knew 'bout y' past.  It's nobody's fault."

Theron's hands clenched and he knew what Remy was saying was true... and it would have been easier to lay the blame on him... but it was harder now because of how he knew things would be if he did.  Logan would hate him for it and that would screw everything up.  He took a deep breath.  "'S okay, Remy."  Remy nodded. 

"So... on a related note... what would make ya leave Logan?" he asked.  Theron glared at him.  Was he trying to push all of his buttons today?!

"I wouldn't.  No matter what."                                                    

"T' save Logan's life, y' wouldn' leave 'im?  T make Logan happy, y' wouldn't leave 'im?" Remy asked curiously.                                                

"To save his life, an’ if he asked me, sure— but he wouldn't be happy without me!"

"What if he would?  I'm tryin' ta figure dis all out so I don' step on y' toes, Theron," he explained.  "If Logan starts tellin' me dat he's unhappy, I need ta know what ta suggest when ta suggest it.  I'm tinkin' y' commitment to him's pretty strong."

"Y'think?" he said sarcastically.

Remy smiled.  He was obviously irritating him.  They should stop the conversation.  "Okay.  Y' already know what would make me leave Logan, so I'll leave dat on de table."  He paused.  "What's y' favorite food?" he asked.                        

That was quite a jump.  "Uh... pheasant."  They were really tender and he enjoyed catching them.  "What about you?" Theron asked.                                           

"Gumbo," he said with the curl of one side of his mouth.  It was one of his nicknames, so, of course!  "Color?" Remy asked.                                           

"Blue...."  Like Logan's eyes.                                   

"Kay."  Remy made a mental note about the things he was learning.  He needed to be able to be comfortable with him and he also needed to be able to treat him as a friend.  He hoped that they could actually become friends.   They had sex with the same man, in the same room, at the same time, for crying out loud!  They had to be comfortable with each other... this was just not going as well as Remy had hoped.

Sighing, Remy finished his coffee.  "You ready t' take off?" he asked, and Theron didn't hesitate.  He was ready to go a long time ago.  They headed out to the car and back home, both in relative silence.

 

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