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Part 25
Remy sighed once they parked back at the mansion. He got out and rounded to where Theron was standing, ready to go back to Logan. "Theron... I'm really sorry.... I jus' wanned y' t' know dat... I'm glad y' doin' better... an' dat I ain' begrudgin' y' a place wid Logan." He hugged Theron and Theron loosely put his arms around Remy. The young man's form was familiar to hold and brought back memories of a hot night.
He swallowed before saying, "Thanks, Remy. I don't wanna keep you from Logan either." They went back down to the boathouse. Theron walked apart from Remy because he was uncomfortable being so close to him. He couldn't pretend he hadn't enjoyed their experience together... but he didn't want Logan to get upset with him. In the past, they had both realized that the other wasn't dead and that they found other people attractive, but that they were firmly loyal to each other. Logan didn't seem to understand that... unless it was in Logan's favor. He grumbled to himself at that as they came into the boathouse.
Logan had been spending the day just enjoying himself, working out, and was now in the lake, swimming around like a happy tiger. Remy went to the back after finding that Logan was not in the house. He saw Logan swimming around and motioned Theron over to the window to watch Logan. As he swam Logan dove under, not having noticed them, yet.
"He's havin' entirely too much fun," Theron observed.
"We should go relieve him of it, oui?" Remy smirked.
"Last one there's a rotten egg!" Theron shouted as he ran through the door ahead of Remy. Remy dashed after him, not to be outdone and they ran splashing into the lake with all their clothes on, crying out various expletives.
Startled, Logan watched them splash in, treading water, smirking slightly, waiting for them to surface. Theron surfaced and swam over to Logan, but Remy wasn't resurfacing. Theron had a big smile on his face. Grinning at him, Logan was suddenly nervous that Remy was going to tickle his feet or something horrible like that. “You boys have fun?”
Theron shrugged. "He got me clothes. We talked." Theron paused then jumped and thrashed horribly in the water. "He's a fuckin' prick!!!" he shouted, shoving at something under the water.
Chortling, Logan tried to get to shore before Remy could get him. Remy surfaced after having been kicked in the face and looked at his victim. "Oh... hey, Therr," he smiled innocently.
"You little—" Remy dove under the water and headed for Logan on the shore, swimming much like a fish. He caught up with Logan and surfaced just in time to pounce on him and hang on his shoulders. By that time though, Logan could stand in the water.
"Dere y' are, cher!"
Grinning at him, he said, “Yer a scamp, ya know that?” holding him with his wet clothes and everything.
"I do my best, cher," he said and kissed Logan's cheek.
Grinning, Logan took his chin and gave him a soft kiss. “So... What'd you two do?”
"Went shoppin'... uh... Logan," Remy said and stood up next to him in the shallows. "We couldn'..." Remy deflated and looked like he changed his mind on asking the question. "Laisse tombe," he said shaking his head. "We talked. I don't know.... Didn' work out 'xactly like I planned."
Going up shore to where he could sit in the shallows, Logan pulled Remy into his lap. “Tell me… What were ya gonna say?”
"Was jus'... I was gonna say somethin' stupid, Logan. F'get it. I don' wanna cause trouble."
Pulling him down so they were really close, Logan tugged on a lock of Remy’s hair affectionately. “Tell me.”
"Was gonna ask if y' wanned t' get rings, but I know dat's stupid," he whispered so Theron couldn't hear it above the rippling of the water.
Logan was always startled by how willing—or desperate—Remy was to commit. Even in a situation like this. He was so young. “Well, darlin’... How do ya think we could do that?”
Remy sighed. "S'pose we could all go an' get rings...." He really wanted something that was private with Logan though....
Stroking his cheek, Logan thought that might destroy Creed, if only Remy and Logan had rings. “Don't think that would work, darlin’...” he said nuzzling him gently. Remy nodded and took a deep breath. He swallowed pushing back the feelings of desperation that were creeping up on him. “Hey...” Logan pushed his hand underneath Remy’s wet shirt, stroking his back. “Don't panic, all right? Relax....”
Remy thought he was going to have to get his physical reactions under control before he would be able to effectively hide things from Logan... but why would he want to hide things from him? Before all this happened, he had been willing to open up his very mind and share his being with Logan... he couldn't do that with Theron there... Logan wouldn't allow it. Remy nodded.
Seeing him struggle, Logan knew this must be hard for him, and couldn’t help but feel that he deserves so much better than what Logan could offer. “M' sorry, Remy...”
"'S okay, Logan," Remy offered.
Theron stepped up to the two of them tentatively because they looked like they were having a private conversation. On impulse, he took off his shirt as he stepped up to Remy and wrung it out on him. "Hey!" Remy shouted and clutched Logan harder. Theron frowned. He was supposed to get up and run so Theron could steal his place next to Logan, but he sat on the other side of him instead.
"That was fer ticklin' me under water. Crazy punk—I couldda killed ya on accident!" He had felt his knee impact with something fleshy and didn't want to guess as to what it might have been.
"I'm fine. Y' don' have ta worry 'bout me now, okay?" Remy said.
Rubbing the water out of his eyes, Logan looked at the two of them, seeing that no great emotional chasms were sewn together on their outing. “Play nice.” Remy humfed and turned away from Theron. Theron stuck his tongue out at Remy from the other side of Logan and made a childish sound. Snorting, Logan dumped Remy in the water and pushed Creed over too before diving back into the water and swimming to the deep end near the dock.
"We gonna let 'im get away with that?" Theron asked Remy.
Remy scowled at Theron. "I don' tink so." They both dove after Logan trying to catch him. Of course what would be done with him upon arrival was undecided... but he was naked....
Very squirrelly, despite his weight, Logan was trying to make it to the docks before they could catch him. Remy swam under water trying to catch up to Logan. He was faster than Theron that way. Having caught up to Logan, Remy pulled at him just as Logan was trying to escape onto the docks. "Y' not gettin' away dis time!" He grabbed onto his waist and took a deep breath as he plunged with him back into the water. Remy's mouth went straight to Logan's softness and enveloped him. He was probably a lot warmer than the cold, cold water. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long, but he would have fun while he did.
Nearly drowning, right there, Logan took in a little water when Remy got his mouth on Logan because it was so unexpected and so good. Struggling to resurface, Logan coughed up a lung. “Damn, Remy!” Logan was grinning despite everything.
Theron got over to Logan and looked down at the vague form under water. "Yer kiddin'...." was all Theron said.
Coughing a little, Logan managed to grab Remy's wrist and lug him out. “Scamp. Through an' through.”
Remy grinned. "Glad y' like, cher." He kissed him on the lips before getting out. Shaking his head at Creed like 'can you believe this guy?' Logan’s lungs were already working the water out.
Theron wanted to say not so nice things about Remy, but he kept himself from doing so. "Yeah, kid’s a natural," he said, declining to mention a natural—'what' he was.
Elbowing him, Logan knew what he was thinking. “C'mon, I'm gettin' pruney.”
Theron and Remy followed Logan out and back up to the relatively warm boathouse. Shaking on the way to get the water off, Logan went inside to start a fire, because that was the way it should be done. “So, got some new clothes, big guy?” he eyed Creed.
"Well, it's not like I had a whole bunch since I got here," he commented and he suddenly wondered why Cyke hadn't come and tossed him out on his rear.
“Were you livin’ up at that compound?”
"I... wanted ta make sure everythin' was bein' constructed right...."
Nodding a little, Logan said, “You got anythin' there ya want ta get?” He knew Theron was just sort of uprooted.
Theron shook his head. "I got everythin' I need right here," he said looking at Logan meaningfully. He knew it was sappy... but that's how he felt.
Almost laughing, Logan saw he meant it and despite himself, Logan was touched by it. Giving him a small smile, Logan wondered what the hell he had done to deserve such selfless devotion from the two of them and settled in front of the fire. “So, ya gonna model for me?”
"Uh...." Theron hadn't been expecting the request, but he nodded shyly and went to get changed. He left Remy and Logan alone on the floor by the fire for a few minutes. Remy cuddled up to him, having shed his clothes in the bathroom and come back out. "He looks good in de new duds," Remy commented.
“Yeah?” Personally Logan thought he’d never looked better than when naked, but he wouldn’t say that to Remy. Nodding, Remy swallowed. He rested his head on Logan's shoulder, waiting for Theron to come out. Logan knew Theron had to be totally shy about this whole thing; Creed was never much of a model.
A few moments later, Theron came out and stepped in front of Logan in a suit that fit him pretty well. It hugged him in all the right places, showing off his muscles and hung off him leaving just the right amount to the imagination. Theron looked nervously at Logan, hoping for his approval.
Almost starting to drool, Logan swallowed. “Ya look... Ya look good, darlin'...” Theron was nearly trembling at the praise and at their gazes. He was surprised that Remy was looking him over like a piece of meat too. He noticed Remy getting hard as he watched, actually interested in the way his exposed cock changed.
Smelling Remy's arousal, Logan looked at him, grinning slightly. “I trust it ain't the Prada yer gettin' hard for.”
Clearing his throat, Remy said, "I beg t' differ. Dem Haggars look really nice," he said, brushing off the fact that he was practically drooling as well.
Smiling a little, Logan got up and walked over to Creed, running his hands over his clothes. “Remy got good taste, don' he?”
"Uh... yeah," Theron said, really loving the way Logan’s hands slid along the soft cloth.
Nuzzling into his nape, Logan sniffed. “Doesn't smell like ya yet, though.”
Theron breathed in Logan's scent and noted that he also smelled like the lake. He smiled and his hands drew along Logan’s back. Remy watched from the sidelines. They actually looked pretty good together, even though their heights differed incredibly as well as Logan being stark naked next to a suited Creed.
Growling softly a little, Logan nuzzled him. “Ya look sexy...”
"Thanks, Logan...." Logan did too, especially naked. Then there was the kid over on the floor who was practically stroking himself at the sight of them.
Kissing his neck wetly, Logan muttered. “Lemme get dressed,” then moved to the bedroom.
Theron felt like he'd been dropped suddenly. Leaning back onto the recliner he was in front of, Remy watched Logan go. He looked at Theron and cringed in sympathy. Ouch. "Therr...." he wanted to tell him that it didn't mean anything, but he couldn't say what Logan was meaning by that. Remy really had been expecting Logan to get Theron out of his new clothes.
Coming out, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, Logan looked between the two of them. “What?” What did I do now?
"Rien," Remy said and got up to get dressed, just so he didn't make Theron jealous.
Watching Remy leave, Logan looked at Creed. “What did I do?”
"You didn't do nothin', Logan," Theron said and went to sit on the couch trying hard to pretend he wasn't offended. He looked at Logan and liked the way his shirt was stretched taught over his broad shoulders and wonderful pec muscles. Theron smiled at him.
Narrowing his eyes, Logan asked, “Why ya gotta lie ta me? Yer mad about somethin’. You pissed cause I didn’t throw ya to the floor and ravage ya?”
Theron looked pretty shy. "Just a little," he said, looking sideways at Logan.
Smirking a little, Logan thought he was really fuckin’ cute. “Creed, if I nailed ya whenever I felt like it, it'd be all we did...” It was the same with Remy, actually.
Theron smirked at that— not minding the idea. He had a lot of catching up to do. "Right. You an' gumbo actually have things ta do here," he observed. "Which reminds me, what the hell are ya gonna do with me?"
“Dunno...” Logan said sitting beside him, stroking his thigh a little. “Maybe keep ya chained ta the bed and ride ya ‘til yer hips break....” Theron growled in his throat at that image. He wouldn't object too much to that one, although it seemed impractical. Leaning over Logan started to nibble on his ear, stroking his chest, waiting for Remy to come out.
"I just... thought maybe yer boss would get upset about me bein' here with you...." Cyke may be a pansy, but he was a pansy with an optic blast.
Shaking his head, Logan supplied, “Emma's probably keepin' him in check...”
"Hunh. Okay. Well, I'll try ta stay outta yer way," he said, stroking up Logan’s thigh.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “Don't know why ya would...” Hell, if they took Juggernaut in, there was room for Creed. Pushing a hand under his shirt Logan rubbed Theron’s tummy.
Purring, Theron ignored the sound of the door opening. Remy came out fully dressed and toweled at his hair. He was whistling to himself and walked behind the couch to not disturb its occupants. He was wearing jeans that were entirely too tight for him and a shirt that hugged all the right places along his chest.
Looking up at Remy, Logan felt his body swell with desire for him. “Hey, baby...” Remy grinned at him and leaned down to give him a short kiss. He leaned over to Theron and nuzzled him lightly on the cheek before pulling away and heading to put his shoes outside so they could dry.
"Um... guys, I'm gon' head up t' de mansion. I see you later," he said and grabbed his sandals from beside the door.
“Hey! Whatcha...”Logan asked wondering what Remy was up to. “You gotta... class er somethin’?”
"Research! Gotta see what info Emma's got on empaths. An' she'll probably get on m' case f' not keepin' my appointments," he smirked and opened the door to leave.
“Oh!” He felt a little guilty for not remembering. “See ya round, love...” Remy waived and was off to do his research... and see if he couldn't get in touch with Sinny. Smiling, Logan watched Remy go and muttered, “That kid is a fuckin’ sexpot.”
Theron nodded, because he completely concurred, but he was a little frustrated that Logan kept bringing it up, but wasn't going to let them touch or kiss or make love. Theron tried to pull his mind out of the gutter, but was only marginally successful.
Reaching over and stroking his hair, Logan asked, “Y' know Cyke wants me ta teach a history class next semester?”
Theron chuckled. "Lived it, but don't remember it."
Grinning, Logan said, “Yeah... Which is way I'm wonderin’ if y'll help...” Leaning close, he whispered in Theron’s ear, “I'll pay ya in sex.”
Theron's heart sped up. "The kids... they know who I am...." he said cautiously. He would really love to teach with Logan, but... he didn't think that Cyclops would tolerate him teaching a class, even something as seemingly trivial as history.
Wrapping his arms around Theron’s neck, he elaborated, “Well, I'll do the teachin’... You do the lesson plans.”
A smile crept up on Theron's face. "I'd really like that, Logan." He wondered if he couldn't get him to pay him in solitary sex sessions, but wasn't going to hold his breath.
Kissing him deeply, Logan said, “Thanks.” Theron smiled
Remy dialed the phone number that was for Sinister's place. He waited anxiously for the phone to pick up.
In the lab, Nathaniel was just staring at his vials, knowing as soon as Mark got his memory, he would lose him... Looking over at the phone Nathaniel knew that would be Remy and picked it up. “Hello, Remy.” Beautiful.
"How—" Well, how many phone calls would Sinister get, really? "Uh... hey. I had a couple a' questions for ya."
Smiling gently to himself, Nathaniel asked, “Oh?”
"Yeah.... Oh... how's Mark, by de way?" he asked. He wanted to get that out of the way before asking about the heavier stuff.
“He is well.” No, I haven't torn him to shreds, Le Beau.
"Good. Can you... well, is it possible t'... make a viable zygote from..." Remy cringed, "two males?" Remy held his breath. Sinister could just get really angry and hang up on him, and he was half expecting that.
Pausing for a good long while, Nathaniel started laughing throatily. That wasn't exactly what Remy had been expecting.... He waited patiently for Nathaniel to regain his composure. Finally stopping, Nathaniel said, “I'm assuming you and your bugbear have plans for starting a family? With that lunkhead Creed butting his way in?”
"It... I haven' talked to 'im about it yet," Remy admitted. He knew that Creed was going to be a huge complication, but they could figure it out if it was possible in the first place.
Sighing, Nathaniel said, “Le Beau, you are a gem beyond measure yet you let yourself be treated like a common whore. You intend to 'impregnate' yourself to keep Wolverine bound to you?”
"I didn' say dat! I haven' even decided.... an' he doesn' treat me like a whore," he said quietly... even though... he felt like one sometimes. Remy's stomach started objecting to the conversation, rolling over and twisting.
“No? What would you call it, then? Concubine? Mistress?”
Of course, Nathaniel putting it in those terms really made him think about it differently. He really did want kids with Logan... but... Remy cringed at the terms Nathaniel was using. He knew he was using them to get on his nerves. "Enough!" he shouted into the receiver. "Jus'... is it possible?" he asked. He knew that he would keep thinking about it even if he knew it was a bad idea. Better to get it over with now than to have him calling Nathaniel back trying to get an answer out of him.
Raising his eyebrows, Nathaniel said, “And if it is, you would want me to make it possible for you? Why would I do that?”
"I... don' know, Nathaniel... I don' know. I jus'... wanna know if it's possible." With how much Nathaniel was concentrating on the consequences of such an action, he was guessing that it was. "I jus'... keep wonderin'...."
With a smaller sigh, Nathaniel said, “It's possible Remy. But I would advise against it.”
"'Cause o' Logan?" he asked.
“He's one element among many... You weren't wanting to...” his lip curled at the thought, “carry it, were you?”
"I... wanted to... but dat all depends, I guess."
“Your dedication is touching Remy. But I suggest you put it out of your mind.” He looked over his shoulder and wondered where Mark was.
"Why? Because it's a hassle? Painful? Dangerous?" He didn't care about those things.... He supposed that he felt that doing something like that would make him feel closer to Logan... whether he really was or not.
“Extremely dangerous, incredibly painful, and it won't make Logan love Creed any less.”
Remy's hands clenched along the wall and he had to fight to keep the energy from leaving his fingertips. Nathaniel was right.... he was always right. Damnit! Remy cringed and sank to the floor with the phone in his hands. What was he going to do? When he and Logan first started getting the idea that there was an attraction between the two of them... Remy never imagined how completely he would fall in love with him. "I'm... sorry t' have bodered y', Nathaniel," he said numbly.
Lightening up a little, Nathaniel said, “I'm sorry, Remy.”
"Not y' fault. I'm jus' a stupid kid, right?"
“No. I told you what you are.” I called you a gem, remember?
"I'm sorry, Nathaniel," Remy said. He felt a tug to be at his side... but he knew that wasn't where he belonged. He missed Nathaniel's affection, but if he left Logan for that he would hate himself forever. Remy really did feel very bad for Nathaniel for what happened between them in Antarctica. "I'll let y' get back t' Mark...." he said quietly.
“Take care, Remy….” Nathaniel thought that he really shouldn't have broken his heart like that. Remy made a choked affirmative sound into the receiver and hung up. He was just about ready to explode, so he dragged himself up the wall slowly to head down to the Danger Room to work off some steam—perhaps literally. He hoped no one else was in there.
Hanging up the phone Nathaniel hung his head a little. Mark stepped into the room and looked at Nathaniel. "Who was that?" he asked curiously.
Spinning in his chair to look at him, Nathaniel said, “Remy.”
"Oh... He okay?" he asked. He was starting to view him more like a long lost brother than a... well, his original, for lack of a better term.
“No, he isn't.” Looking at Mark with sharp, insightful eyes, he asked, “What is it about Logan that inspires such blasted devotion?”
Mark looked perplexed. "I don't know... but I think I know what he feels. I felt like I was going to drown if I didn't stay with Logan or Victor. It was really strange. I've never felt like that before...."
“Drown?” Were you going to kill yourself?
"It was the oddest feeling. It felt like... they were air...."
Scowling, Nathaniel didn’t want to hear that. “How do you live without them now?” He turned his back on Mark because ouch.
Mark looked at Nathaniel. "I needed to find out who I am...." He was silent for a moment. "What did I used to call you? Before you gave me new memories?"
“Nathaniel,” he said swallowing hard, knowing Mark was living without them because he knew he was going back.
"Oh... Do you... mind if I called you... Dad?" he asked, biting the inside of his lip.
“Yes, I would.” He didn’t want to be his father and didn’t think of Mark as his son. Staring up at his screens, Nathaniel still had his back turned to him.
"Oh... okay," Mark said at the sharpness he sensed in Nathaniel's voice. He stepped back down the hall to go to his room. He kind of hid inside, hoping that Nathaniel wasn't angry at him. He was a little confused though. If Nathaniel didn’t want him as his son, why did he create him?
Hurting, Nathaniel felt like lashing out. Why does that goddamn Wolverine get everyone I want? Why does he command such loyalty? So much that Remy would be willing to mutilate himself to make him happy. Picking up a vial and smashing it into the wall he thought— Even Mark… my Mark ... wants him more than he wants me, when Mark was programmed to want me!!
Mark was in his room and tried to get his mind off of the situation. He looked around his room and thought about the wonderful night he and Ronnie had that made him look at men differently. His heart skipped a beat when Ronnie's face was replaced by Nathaniel's. Calming down, he concentrated on Ronnie and crawled into bed to rub himself. Opening his jeans, he pulled out his cock and imagined Ronnie's mouth on it... but the mouth was replaced instantly by Nathaniel's. He stopped altogether and curled in on himself. He wasn't sure about feeling attraction to him.... He was his doctor... his creator.... which was why he should love him unconditionally, wasn't it? Mark shook his head again, trying to clear it.
Going back to work on Mark's bath, being harsh in his aggravation, Nathaniel thought about removing all of his memories of Logan and Creed. Oh, fuck. Now I'm tempted….
Mark tried to go to sleep and dozed for a while.... until he was woken up by his own nightmares. He screamed and thrashed violently in his bed.
Giving up a few hours later, Nathaniel was standing in his parlor with his red silk robe on when he heard Mark screaming. Putting down his brandy and making his way into Mark’s room, Nathaniel sat on the bed next to him and grasped his shoulder firmly. “Mark. Wake up.”
Mark latched onto Nathaniel for comfort and was breathing shakily. His father had tried to beat him and his mother again. "I'm sorry... I..." Mark looked up at Nathaniel and then hugged him again.
Wrapping an arm firmly around him Nathaniel wondered if he should try to get him out of there faster, because he tugged his heartstrings, the adorable little brat. “It's all right...” he said stroking Mark’s hair, folding him close.
Mark held tighter onto Nathaniel and let one arm slip into that robe of his, caressing his skin. Mark scooted closer to Nathaniel and found that he was not only with his jeans down like he had left them, but that his penis was still out. That was embarrassing, but he didn't move to fix it. He was actually getting excited by being exposed. The images of Nathaniel sucking and licking him came back to mind and chased the nightmare away. Mark leaned in closer and nuzzled at Nathaniel's neck.
Closing his eyes a little Nathaniel said, “Can you sleep now?” He noticed his dick, but had been a doctor for so long, he was totally unfazed by it.
"I... don't think I want to...." he said noting his swelling. He swallowed before asking, "Nathaniel... don't you have somebody here...? Somebody special to you?" He was trying to ask if he had a girlfriend or anything, but he thought he would have been introduced to anyone that was important to Nathaniel already.
“No. I am alone, except for you at present,” and you'll be leaving soon anyway.
Mark squeezed Nathaniel and said, "Thanks for coming in here...." It was good to be able to be comforted when waking from a nightmare.
Stroking his hair a little longer, Nathaniel said, “If you don't wish to sleep, would you like something to eat?”
"Yeah..." Mark said and let the hand that was in Nathaniel's robe fall to his crotch and discover what was there. Right then, he really looked like Ronnie... but that didn't matter, because they were the same person.
Jerking, Nathaniel snatched Mark’s hand and pushed it away. “Mark....” Mark's mouth hung open at how quickly his hand was grabbed and he trembled in Nathaniel's grasp.
Gently releasing his wrist, Nathaniel stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers. “Don't do that. Not if you're leaving,” he said rising and readjusting his robe.
"What—what if I don't want to leave...?" Did he really belong out there anyway? All Victor and Logan ever did was turn him away... he just wanted someone to love him....
You are so beautiful… Nathaniel stroked his face again. “You will leave.” I just know it, there's no question in my mind. “Can I get you anything?”
"No," he said, his voice cracking and he curled up into the fetal position to cry himself back to sleep. No one was going to accept him. Where was he going to go? Mark really needed to be needed.... and he wasn't finding that here.
Sighing, Nathaniel sat down again. “Mark…” he stroked his hair behind his ear. “I want you to stay. More than anything, I do. But you would not be happy here.”
"How do you know that?!" he shouted through his tears like an angry teenager.
Gently, Nathaniel pointed out, “We are in the middle of nowhere, Mark. There is nothing for hundreds and thousands of miles. You would have no company but me. You are a young man who needs friends and excitement. There is nothing this place has to offer you.”
Mark thought about what he said. In his memories, he did have friends, but there weren't many. And he did have things that he did... could he live without those? "Why did you make me this way?" he asked and started crying again.
“Because I was selfish...” he stroked Mark’s hair. “After your bath, it will all be undone...” He wouldn’t rob him of his memories but would allow him to see them for what they were: daydreams, unreal figments. He would have his genuine memory.
Mark didn't feel it was so selfish to want a companion. Suddenly, Mark lifted his head. "So make another one. Make him right this time," he said, hope tingeing the tears that still swept down his cheeks. He would feel awful with Nathaniel all alone like this. He wanted them all to be happy.
Feeling sick at that idea, Nathaniel said, “No. Don't worry, Mark, it does not concern you.”
"But it does! You're my best friend!" My only friend! I want you to be happy—can't you see that?
Oh, great. “I'll be fine, Mark. I always have been.” I'll figure something out. Mark grimaced, but nodded and curled back under his covers. He would try to sleep, but he doubted that he would be able to. Sighing, Nathaniel figured he had probably done some serious damage there, and rose slowly walking back to the parlor.
Coming into the kitchen, Piotr saw Remy on the floor. Remy looked up at the looming figure overhead and cringed, but not visibly. "Hey," he said mildly to Piotr. He bet Piotr was having a blast knowing that he was suffering romantically. Dat's what y' get, Le Beau, he chided himself.
Awkward with him there, Peter went about his business, although he was dying to ask lots of questions. He had been desperately trying to get over him, which was why he burned his paintings and everything. Remy's stomach clenched at the thought of Peter's hot body and he banged his head into the wall hard before getting up to go to the Danger Room.
Starting, Peter called out to him as he went down the hall, “Beast has reserved the Danger Room for repairs… And I have it reserved next.” He had a suspicion that was what Remy was up to. “If that is where you're going.”
"Fuck," Remy swore and turned about. He was going to have to blow this off before it blew a hole in the mansion and took out some of the students along with it. He tried not to look at Peter when he passed him on his way out the door.
Muttering, Peter continued, “And Cyclops is going to expel you if you damage any more property.” He was sort of enjoys this.
Remy stopped where he stood and clenched his fists so hard he thought he felt the skin being broken, but he didn't look. Staring angrily at Colossus, he stepped up to him and said, "You got any better ideas 'bout how I'm gon' blow off steam widout killin' people?"
Giving him a mean little smirk, Peter offered, “Sex, perhaps? I hear you have that in abundance now. Two lovers, after all.”
"Is dat all y' tink 'bout, Rasputen?" Remy sneered before turning away from him.
You son of a bitch! “If it is a fight you are looking for, Le Beau, I will be more than willing to oblige you.”
"Awe, but de Danger Room is all locked up. What ever'll we do?" he asked mockingly.
Storming out past him to the backyard, Peter was going to pound him into sod. “We can improvise.”
Remy snorted and followed him. "Tought y' had somethin' 'gainst damagin' school property," he quipped on his way out.
“I don't plan on damaging the property.” Getting outside on the grass Peter turned and decked Remy with his large fist, putting a good deal of force behind it, even though he was not metal. He was not sure he didn't hear some of Remy’s delicate, beautiful bones break.
Meeting Peter in the open field of the back yard, Remy was ready to fight. He was, however taken aback by the blow that came before he was even a reasonable distance away from the building. He felt a few of his bones break in his jaw and knew that was going to take him a minute to get used to. The disorientation made the world swim around him and he tried to find Peter to lash back out at him. Since Peter was still flesh, he couldn't retaliate with powers. He lunged for his legs, hoping to topple him over.
God, Remy was fast. Staggering back a ways Peter managed to keep his feet under him and while Remy was still down, he brought both his hands down across Remy’s back, hard enough to snap a rib but not break his spine.
Remy coughed at the impact and used his position from his knees to shoulder into Peter's groin. Maybe that would bring the big lug down? It hurt to move at all, but Remy tried to concentrate through the pain until everything healed. He could feel the tingle as bruises went away under his clothing.
Oh, god. Peter crumpled under that one, instinctively going metal and wobbling away from him since he was totally incapacitated. Remy didn't give Peter a chance to regain his footing, or his balance and he lunged on top of the big man, charging bits of his metal skin. He couldn't very well use lethal force, but he was certainly causing him pain. Remy leapt away in time for the explosion not to catch him. When the explosion happened, Remy looked back to see how badly Peter was hurt. He might have some scratches, but that was all Remy could do to the impervious metal skin.
Some of his metal stuck out in shards, pretty badly damaged, but Peter went at Remy again, arm around his waist and throwing him with all his might into the brick of the school—if Remy didn't have a healing factor he would be unconscious or dead. Remy felt important things crunch between Colossus and the school and his breath was knocked from him. He wasn't going to be able to breathe for another minute or two. Remy reached around behind him and put his hand to Peter's face, charging his face. He tried to roll away, but Peter had him pinned pretty good. He wasn't going to like the explosion, but he doubted that it would do too much to Peter.
Collapsing to the ground when his eye exploded out of its socket Peter was so shocked he completely forgot that he was in a battle. He was suddenly struck with the awareness that his left eye was completely gone.
Getting off of Creed—Logan heard that explosion, and came running. “Remy!!”
Remy tried to pant on the ground in front of the school wall, and looked over at Peter. Oh, mon dieu... He looked really bad. He wanted his breath back so he could call for a healer, but his lungs were still crushed actually. If he hadn't been able to heal from all of this quickly, he would have been literally crushed. He tried to crawl to the back door to get someone's attention so they could go get Warren, but he was having trouble keeping himself upright through the pain, much less moving.
Running past Peter, Logan suspected he was responsible for this, and didn’t even look at him despite the smell of blood. Crouching by Remy, Logan shouted, “Remy! What happened?” He could hear his lungs rattling. “Stop tryin' ta move, all right? Stop! You'll make it worse!”
Remy made little flappy gestures with his hands up near his shoulders trying to signal Logan to go get Wings, but he didn't know if Logan would get him.
What the hell're you doin'? Logan called out, “Creed!! Creed get out here!” knowing he could hear him. Theron had been trailing after Logan. He was a little too freaked to remember to call him 'Theron'. “What'd he do ta you, darlin'? Hold still!” Grabbing his arms Logan made him hold still. “Yer rib's broken...”
Getting up, Peter was staggering from the pain of having his eye blown out and started stumbling about. He couldn’t see through his one remaining eye because it was filled with blood.
Remy held up three fingers to tell Logan he knew that three of his ribs were in fact broken. Seeing Peter trying to get up, Remy crawled over to him to try and get him to stay put.
Pushing him down, Logan shouted, “Remy, stay still!”
Afraid to go back into flesh form in case Remy opened his skull somehow, Piotr was calling mentally to Emma, but in his panic, could only manage to speak in Russian. Remy cringed mightily at being shoved, but stayed like Logan asked. Theron was out and next to Logan taking in the scene just a few moments after Logan called him. "What the hell happened?" Theron asked.
“I don't know...” he said stroking Remy's face. “He's breathin’, but his ribs are shattered...”
"Fuck... the big guy do it?" Theron asked. Remy made more flappy gestures insistently with his hands imploring them to get Warren.
“Yeah...” Logan said and turned to look over at Piotr, suddenly aware of the fear and panic wafting off of him. Looking up at Creed, Logan asked, “Do me a favor an' check him out, will ya?”
**Peter?? Piotr??** Emma asked him in his head. **<What happened?>** she asked in Russian, since the telepath didn't really have language barriers.
*My eye... He exploded my eye....* He tried to convey to her where he was.
Theron nodded and went over to the mess of steel that was Colossus. "He doesn't look like he's in too good a shape, Logan," Theron said after noting his eye and how much it was bleeding.
**<Your eye... who??>** With exploding involved, she had a pretty good idea who, but she didn't think Remy would have done that.
Gnashing his teeth and swearing violently at Creed in Russian, Piotr moved away, trying to get the blood out of his eye so he could see. Getting to the front lawn, a bloody metal mess, bleeding only out of his eye, the one vulnerable point on his body, Peter collapsed into a heap waiting for help.
**<I'm sending Warren out to you now, Piotr. Don't be frightened. He'll help you.>** Warren was out to Peter in a minute. He knelt down next to the Russian and took in his wounded appearance.
"Oh, god. I don't know if I can do this...." he said and took out his healing knife. Cutting his wrist, he let his blood trickle over his face and saw the cuts heal up and the wound around the eye close. He kept blood on the eye, hoping that the eye would in fact grow back. "What happened, Peter?" he asked once he was mostly healed.
Staying crouched over, Peter could feel the inner of his eye trying to heal but nothing felt like it was growing back. “Please... not blinded... not blind...” As an artist, blind, even in one eye would be death.
"Shh, Peter. It's okay." Warren wanted to tell him that he saw his eye growing back, but he didn't. He cringed, hoping that it was just taking a long time for that amount of tissue to grow, but he could never tell. Not with a healing factor that only worked most of the time.
“It is not healing...” He felt sick, fighting the urge to throw up. “It is not, I can't feel it...”
"Sshh, Peter... you won't feel it. You're lucky if you feel anything at this point with as many endorphins are running through your system."
“What if... What if my head... What if he opened my head? I will never be flesh again... “
"Opened your—" Warren looked at Peter's head. There was no fracture that he could tell. "You don't have a fracture of the cranium, okay? You'll be fine."
“How can you tell!?” he shouted feeling a little sick. “You wouldn't be able to see it!”
"Well, your head isn't split open. Hank will be able to tell with his medical equipment downstairs. I'll take you there. Can you walk?" he asked gently.
Nodding, Peter tried to calm down, feeling a little like a sissy, but with Warren’s blood and his own all over his vision was crap. Warren helped Colossus up and guided him inside. "What happened, anyway?" Warren asked.
Shaking his head, Peter said, “Nothing.” He wouldn’t tell anyone about this.
"Peter..." Warren sighed and gave up. "All right." Eventually Peter got to the point where he could walk straight and without his hands over his face, but bowed his head so no one could see him. Peter cringed as Hank had a hernia and started asking questions Piotr didn’t want to answer.
Stroking Remy's forehead, Logan asked, “How you doin' darlin’?” noticing he had been still for a while and that his breathing was clearing up.
"Mmmmm," Remy moaned, not feeling well, but not as bad off as he was before.
Smiling softly, Logan encouraged, “Hang in there, darlin’... I can hear ya healin’... You'll be all right, just relax...” Thank god you have a healing factor. I'm going to have to tear Colossus a new one. Remy tried to get up after a minute and hoped Logan didn't try and stop him.
Supporting him, Logan asked, “You all right? You sure ya should be gettin’ up?”
Remy coughed a little at the tightness in his chest still. "I need t' go... apologize t' Peter...." he said weakly. He didn't mean to hurt him that badly.... What were they doing fighting out here anyway? He remembered being angry and pent up, but picking on Peter....
“The hell y'are! Yer comin' in ta heal all the way...” Lifting him very gently in his arms Logan took Remy to the boathouse.
"Logan..." Remy objected weakly and tried to get out of his arms. What would he be saying if he waited to apologize?
Squeezing him tighter, Logan said, “Later, Remy. You c'n say whatever ya gotta say later.” Remy went limp in Logan's grasp.
"D'accord, Logan," he whispered and let him take him home.
Curling him close, Logan nuzzled against Remy’s neck, taking him inside and tucking him into bed. He looked up at Creed. “Would ya make him a heat pack?” he asked then remembered his manners, “Please?”
Theron nodded and went to put some hot water in a sealable bag for him. Gently stroking Remy's hair, Logan said, “So... y' wanna tell me what happened, darlin’?”
"I... needed t' blow off some steam... an' Peter was provokin' me. We went ta scuffle an' we wouldda been fine if he hadn' started usin' powers," Remy grumbled.
Going a little stiff, Logan asked, “What'd he say?”
"Was tellin' me how I couldn' go down to de Danger Room an' I couldn' blow up de grounds cause Scott'd get mad. Den says he tinks I oughtta go have sex 'cause I have two lovers an' it jus' went ta hell from dere."
Nodding a little, Logan felt his gut drop, stroking Remy’s forehead. “Look... you just rest all right?” Piotr is in for it.
"Logan! Wait!" Remy grabbed at Logan, trying to get him to not leave. "Don't go... please."
Sitting back down with him again, Logan asked, “What's wrong?”
"I don't wan' y' t' hurt Peter...." He didn't do anythin' wrong! He's jus' hurtin'... jus' like me....
Sitting down, Logan took Remy’s hand and petted it. “I won't hurt him, darlin’... Just wanna have a little talk....”
"He din' do anythin'... dat wasn'... understandable," Remy said, with shame in his voice. He was looking at the bed now.
“He threw ya into a wall Remy! If ya didn't have yer healin’ factor, you'd be dead!”
"But I..." I broke his heart, Logan....
“It isn't yer fault, Remy,” Logan said and kissed his hand.
"Yes, it is!" Remy cried at maximum lung capacity, which was still a bit reduced.
“Whoa!! Relax, darlin’... Just... calm down...” he stroked Remy’s chest a little, thinking that must've hurt. “Look, I won't go talk to him, all right?”
Remy calmed down and nodded. He relaxed into the pillow under him and grimaced. "Sorry, cher." he said quietly.
“It's ok….” Kicking off his shoes, Logan curled up around him in the bed, kissing his neck. He felt like he had been neglecting Remy lately then wondered what happened to Creed.
Theron crept in when he felt it was safe. Remy’s shout had kept him at bay. He didn't want to interrupt their lovers' conference, so he snuck in with the heating pad and handed it to Logan.
“Thanks, “ he said taking it to put it on Remy's chest then grabbing Theron’s expensive pants Logan pulled him onto the bed—suspecting Remy needed some cuddling.
Theron sat and put a hand on Remy's leg under the covers. "You okay, kid?" he asked. Remy nodded slightly and took as deep a breath as he dared. Gently Logan nuzzled Remy’s neck and stroked his side.
"I'm sorry I cause so much trouble, Logan..." Remy whispered into his ear.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “Y' don't, darlin’...” Kissing his cheek, he repeated, “Y' don't....” Remy swallowed and tried to breathe normally, but it still hurt a little. He still felt he did, but he wasn't going to push the point.
Looking up at Creed Logan suddenly felt like his jealousy over the two of them was unfair. He knew seeing the two men kiss and make love would kill him inside, but how could he be so fucking selfish? Theron was looking down at Remy. The poor kid... he wanted to reach out and brush his cheek, but he stopped his hand and instead acted like he had been fidgeting.
Reaching out Logan took Creed's hand, knowing what his intention was, and put it over Remy’s heart, with his hand on top of his. That was all he could offer right then.
Theron looked at Logan quizzically. What was he doing? Theron's hand massaged gently at Remy's chest and Remy moaned at the nice feelings.
Shrugging a little, Logan knew this was going to be hard for him, but he had to get used to the idea even though it made him want to throw up. Remy saw Logan's discomfort plainly on his face and put his hand over Theron's. He squeezed it, before pulling the hand off his chest.
Huffing, Logan said, “Ya don't have ta do that....” He was trying to make a gesture here.
"Thanks, Logan," Remy said, and found that he was really tired. All his energy was probably used up in healing his body. He could barely keep his eyes open.
Theron looked over to Logan. "You gonna go see why the hell that heap o' metal did this to 'im?" he asked.
Sighing a little, Logan said, “Promised him I wouldn't... sleep darlin’....” he said as he saw Remy was nodding off. Remy was out like a light.
"I know the rules, Logan. So does he. We accepted 'em," he said, looking at Logan meaningfully, going back to the gesture Logan had tried to make by moving his hand.
Wincing a bit, he said, “I feel like an asshole.”
Ya are. "Logan, Remy an' I both know what yer feelin'... an' I love you too much ta let you be unhappy. So if havin' both of us is makin' you happy—you got both of us."
Rolling away, Logan felt a pang in his chest. “Y' make it sound like yer my slaves.” Theron couldn't help but feel that there was some amount of truth in that. He didn't look at Logan as he thought about that—not denying it. Swallowing, Logan sat up, saying a little stiffly, “You can leave any time ya want, y' know. I wouldn't blame ya.”
"I'd blame me. An' then Remy'd blame me..." Their chains were more elaborate than most. He couldn't help but wonder what the repercussions to his behavior would be without Logan keeping him in check. Besides, they both knew that Remy was far more likely to leave than Theron was. He had tried twice already.
Swallowing, Logan threw his feet over the side of the bed. “So, if yer not goin’, stop guiltin’ me!”
"Just wanted ta let ya know... ya don't have ta compromise." You can have anythin' you ask fer on this entire planet—the kid an' I'll get it for ya.
Standing, Logan turned to face him. “That's *not* what ya said earlier!! Earlier ya thought I was a slave driver!”
Slave drivers don't have ta compromise, do they? Theron nodded and shut up. He was agitating Logan, so he'd just keep quiet. "Sorry."
Covering his face, Logan said, “I don't...” he huffed. Theron was making him feel like a bad person. “I don't wancha here if ya think I'm that horrible, all right!”
"Ya aren't horrible, Logan. Yer as confused an' torn as me an' the kid are." Ya keep thinkin' the solution is fer one of us ta leave, but that ain't it.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “You'd have each other, wouldn't ya? Despite what happened between the two a you, you'd kiss an’ touch and ya'd fall in love, wouldn't ya?” an’ leave me, I know you would.
"You think a little boy could come between the years you an' I have had t'gether? I'm always gonna love you, Logan. There's no stoppin' that." He had been willing to leave Logan for Logan's sake, especially when he thought Logan was going to leave him anyway, but when Logan was still there? Why would he ever leave?
But Theron couldn’t say the same for Remy... And... Logan didn’t believe that he knew what he was talking about either. “But you'd love each other.”
"We might develop a relationship if ya gave us the chance... but you would always be the one we loved most." He could see being strongly infatuated with Remy, but not in love really.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “Ya don't know that.”
"No, Logan. I don't know anythin' in the future! I ain't Destiny, an' I didn't ever fuck her, so I have no clue!" Theron crossed his arms and huffed. He didn't mean to be so harsh, but the words kind of just came out.
Baring his teeth at Theron, Logan snarled, “Don't yell. Remy’s sleepin’.” Theron swallowed and nodded. He didn't mean to wake the kid up. He'd probably be mad if he knew what they were arguing about.
"Sorry." He looked at Logan seriously. "Still, there're no guarantees in this life, Logan. If you'da asked me what the future held a thousand years ago, I wouldn'ta been able t' imagine even. Sometimes, I intended fer things ta happen an' they didn't… Sometimes they did. Ya can't hold anybody ta how they said they were gonna feel—all they got are guesses."
Still a little bitterly, Logan said, “I know that.” Sitting on the bed again, Logan’s back was to Theron. What would be so wrong with Remy an' me developin' a relationship anyway? he asked himself. Swallowing, Logan growled out, “Yer gonna end up resentin' me.”
"Could be." He wasn't going to deny it. Not when he felt the want for the kid. But ya reap what ya sow, don't ya, Logan?
“Fine!” he shouted and got up. “Fuck him! See if I care!” Stalking out of the room, Logan was really fucking confused. Theron tilted his head at Logan storming out of the room, but didn't make a move toward Remy. He didn't move out to follow Logan either. Logan was agitated. He would have to learn to either trust them, or this wasn't going to work. Theron was going to let Logan cool off… if he ever did from this one.
Going out Logan did what he always did when he was freaked out—he ran off into the woods, indulging in his wild side.
Remy started and looked around. "What happened, Therr?" he asked groggily.
"Nothin', Remy. Logan just got a little upset.”
"A little upset?" Dat didn' sound a little upset t' me....
"Yeah, he'll cool off soon."
Remy didn't trust him very much, so went out into the forest to follow Logan. He wasn't much of a tracker in the forest like this, but he opened up his shields and searched for the only sentient life around him. He found Logan just up ahead and ran for him. Theron waited in the boathouse, thinking about what he said to Logan.... and regretting most of the words.
Perching on the end of a rock, Logan caught Remy’s scent before he appeared and stalked towards where he would show up. It must have been creepy having him standing there, just waiting for him. “Remy?”
"Oh!" Remy said surprised. He was glad this surprise wasn't a punch in the face like the last one. "Hey, cher. You okay?" he asked. Theron wasn't going to tell him what happened, so he'd like to get it from the horse's mouth.
Blinking, Logan asked, “What're you doin' outta bed?” Why did creed let you out of bed? “C'mon, back ya go...” He could still see the sleep in Remy’s eyes.
"Logan... I... I know you were arguin'...." Remy said with a concerned face.
Stroking his cheek, Logan said, “Yeah, don't worry bout it, darlin’,” picking him up as he was still a little weak. Carefully Logan walked him back to the boathouse.
"Cher..." It scares me when y' argue wid him.... makes me feel like y' gon' drop me like last week's garbage.... The fear was a heavy smell on Remy.
Slowing down a little, Logan put him on a soft patch of moss. “All right, hon, what's wrong?”
"I... guess I jus' feel like I shouldn' be left out of a... discussion..." he chose to say instead. He did think it was important that he be there to offer his two cents. After all, there were three of them in this relationship now.
Sighing, Logan sat down next to him, getting comfortable. “Was just tellin’ Creed that I felt like a shit fer not .. y'know... lettin' you two be t'gether if ya wanted to....”
"But dat'd hurt you...." Remy said with a perplexed face.
Smirking a little, he thought Remy was so cute. “Doesn't mean I ain't a shit.”
Understanding, Remy nodded. "Is dat what Creed wants? Ta be wid me?" His voice was unsteady.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “He wants ta sleep with ya...” he swallowed. “Just like ya wanna sleep with him....”
"It's a passin' fascination, Logan," he said dryly.
“Remy, we're all sleepin' t'gether... It's not a passin' fascination.” Looking away, Logan hated it when he tried to minimize what was going on.
"Logan, y' sleep wid me, an' Creed sleeps wid you. Jus' because it's goin' on at de same time doesn' mean we're all sleepin' togeder." He really did feel quite separated from Victor... but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. "I admit, I ain' dead. I got eyes. If he was ugly, y' woulnd' have 'im as y' lover, would ya?"
“That's not the point, kiddo. I mean... Remy...” Logan sighed. “Sorry.”
"S okay," Remy said rolling his eyes. "I'm gettin' used to it. I mean, I'm three thousand years younger dan eider o' you...." God, that was a long time.
Rolling to look at him, Logan stroked his hair gently. “It's unfair, Remy... It's unfair t' expect you an' Creed ta share me. Yer gonna end up resentin' me...”
"I don' resent ya, Logan... I know how y' feel.... I ain' comfortable enough jus' yet t' let m' shields down when he's around, but I tink dat'll keep me from feelin' any resentment. It gets frustratin'... dat's true, but dat's why we gotta keep workin' at dis...."
Sighing, Logan said, “Relationships are a lotta work, Remy but don’t ya think this is a bit much?”
"Well, yeah.... but whad'y' suggest instead?"
Shaking his head, Logan said, “We been over this, Remy. We got no other option unless one of us wants ta leave.”
"You said even if one of us did leave de whole ting'd be over...." He was worried about the future in general, to say nothing of how he thought Victor might act.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “Y' make it sound like I'm takin’ hostages, Remy. If you wanna leave, I'll stay with Creed. If Creed wants ta leave, I'll stay with you. How's that sound? Fair? You gonna pack yer bags now?”
Remy's stomach twisted. "Only if y' wan' me to...." he said in a whisper.
Logan could just gut himself. “Course I don't wantcha to, Remy! Christ!” Pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, Logan sighed heavily. “No. Remy, no, I don't want ya ta leave... I just wancha happy....”
"I'm happy wid you, cher...."
“You happy with Creed? You happy with sharin’ me?”
Remy frowned at the ground. "Non.... but it can't be helped, Logan...."
Shaking his head, Logan pointed out, “We're just goin' round in circles, darlin’... It’s pointless.”
"Oui..." At least that would keep things the way they were. He would have to share Logan, but he wouldn't lose him.
Draping his arm over him, Logan held Remy to his chest. “I'd die fer you. Ya know that, right?”
Remy smiled at Logan and kissed his lips. "I know, cher," he said softly and hugged Logan. Remy got up and headed back to the boathouse, holding Logan's hand.
Following, Logan wanted to spend more time in the wilderness with him since he seemed so far away sometimes, but did what Remy lead him to do. Remy was beat and really what he needed was sleep, but he didn't want to leave Logan out there alone and sad. Hopefully he could get an apology out of Victor. Walking into the boathouse, Remy felt that something was wrong. The place was too quiet. Logan could smell blood as soon as he entered the house.
Pricking up my senses, Logan muttered, “Creed?” searching for the source.
Theron was lying in the kitchen looking grudgingly at his claws on the ends of his hands. He was completely covered in blood, mostly from the cut at his neck that was healing up, but also from the cuts at his wrists and several scratches. He growled in hiss throat as he heard Logan approaching.
Stopping, Logan pushed Remy behind him. “Go to the mansion.”
"Mon dieu," Remy whispered from behind Logan. He stared at Theron just lying there, staring at his hand like he was just gloomy.... "Should... should I get someone?" Remy asked quietly.
“No. Go.”
Remy ran from the room and didn't stop until he was at the mansion. He called for Scott as soon as he was there. He needed to tell him to lock everybody up because Victor was suicidal and Remy didn't know how this was going to turn out.
Carefully, Logan approached. “Ya wanna tell me what this is about?”
Theron looked up at Logan, growling a little as he neared. "It ain't workin'...." he said low.
Raising his eyebrow at him, Logan asked, “What ain' workin’?”
Theron held out his claws to show Logan that they were covered in blood, but he still wasn't dead.... It didn't make any sense... he had killed so many on the battlefield.... this should work.....
“Why you tryin' ta off yerself, darlin’?” Carefully, Logan crouched next to him, noticing those gorgeous new clothes of his were all bloodstained and a bit tattered at the ends now. Theron growled again wordlessly.
“Tell me,” he said, taking one of his hands, carefully pulling the flesh out from under his nails.
"'Cause I hate myself," he muttered.
“Why?” he asked and got up to get a warm, wet washcloth, from the sink and carefully started cleaning his hands and forearms.
"Cause a all those things I said ta you.... cause I want Remy.... cause a who I been these past fifty years without ya...."
Oddly enough, the only thing that really hurt was when he admitted he wanted Remy, despite the fact that Logan already knew that. “None a them good reasons ta kill yerself...” Carefully Logan took off his shirt to clean him up on his shoulders and chest.
"Killin' people ain' a good reason?" Theron growled. "An... wantin' Remy... he's yers.... I'd be betrayin' ya if I had him like I wanted..."
“I killed people, Theron. Remy's killed people. Shit, even Cyke's killed people...” He was a little relieved to see him finally reacting to all those years where he was nutty. “But ya haven't touched him. Just... gimme time ta get used ta the idea, all right?” and let me throw up constantly for several weeks and maybe go a little batty. “'Sides... Can't blame ya fer wantin' him....”
Theron's lip curled back in a snarl. "No?" he growled angrily.
Curling his lip right back at him, Logan shouted, “No! All right? No! I don't like that ya wannim, but I wannim, too! So, no I can't blame ya!”
"Would be easier fer you...." Theron said sadly looking at his ineffective claws again.
“Yeah? Well, we don't always get ta take the easy way out. Do we?” he asked pointedly to ‘Mr. Swimming in his Own Blood.’
"Guess not," he said, seeming to come back to himself a little more.
Gently kissing the soft part of his neck, right under his jaw, Logan said, “So relax, all right? Ya don't gotta be so fearful....”
Theron didn't really see it as being fearful, but whatever Logan said. He looked him in the eye and they started clearing. "Still wish I could just... get it over with, ya know?"
Smirking lopsidedly, Logan said, “Yeah.” He could remember all the times he tried to off himself... sometimes it was just from boredom or curiosity. “But we're gonna be around a while yet, I reckon.”
Theron nodded and looked down at his messy, bloody self. "Remy might fix the situation for me fer what I did ta these clothes," he commented at the bloodstained rags that still clung to him.
Snorting softly, Logan said, “Dunno. Ya look pretty hot all in shambles like that.” Hey, I may be sick, but I'm honest.
"I bet the smell o' blood still turns you on," Theron said. Of all the things he shared with Logan, that was one thing he doubted Remy would ever be able to understand.
Smirking a little, Logan said, “Yeah. A bit.”
Theron held his soaked sleeve up to Logan's nose so he could smell his lover's blood strongly.
Not suspecting that, Logan got a good whiff of it and jerked away, grinning. “That's cheatin’...”
"All's fair," he said, not saying the rest of the quote.
Taking his wrist, Logan gently licked the inside of it. “Thing's're rough... But they'll get better... They gotta, right?”
Theron smiled at that thought. That was the way of things.... but then they just get bad again... and then improve.... "Kinda cyclic like that, actually."
Nipping at the inside of his forearm, Logan said, “So ya know better than ta try'n off yerself... Were ya havin’ a fit er somethin’?”
"I dunno, Logan... I just..." I wanted out, was the thought that came to mind, but he feared what Logan would do if he uttered anything along those lines. "Was feelin' really bad."
“Cause a me? The fight we had?”
"Well, no, 'cause a me. Feelin' like a jerk,” because of the fight we had.
“Yeah, but...” he looked at the little pool of blood all over the kitchen. “This was extreme.” Theron clammed up. It was extreme... but he didn't know any other way out. Even this was... ineffective. Bowing his head a little, Logan said, “Ya want away from me this bad?”
"No... Logan... I was just bein' stupid."
“You were bein' desperate. ‘Cause ya wanted ta get away.”
I thought it would be best fer me ta get away... thought I was hurtin' you. You know when the last time you ran away from me was? "Logan... can we drop this?"
“So it c'n come up later and bite us in the ass when we lease expect it?”
Theron looked down at the floor only to see the mess on it. "It ain't gonna come up again."
“That's bull an' you know it. This ain't as unimportant as we're makin’ it out ta be.”
"Why not, hunh?" Why can't you just ignore this?
Looking at him sharply, Logan said, equally as sharply, “Cause if you couldn't fuckin' heal so well, you'd be dead!!” He knew if Remy did the extent of damage Theron just did to himself, he'd be dead despite his healing factor. “And that freaks me the fuck out!”
"But I ain't dead!"
“You wanted ta be!!”
Theron drew his legs to him and glared out at the wall over them. So maybe next time he’d do a better job.... How could he explain to Logan what he was feeling?
Remy!
"I ain't good with words.... an' I can't seem ta think straight...."
Sighing, Logan stroked his arm. “All right... all right... I'll leave ya alone fer now, but I ain' droppin’ this.”
Theron nodded. How the hell was he going to convince Remy to let Logan know how he was feeling? The kid was pretty tight shielded even when he was relaxing around him.
“C'mon... you get in the shower an' I'll clean this place up, all right? An' don't get pissy with me, but I'm takin’ out yer razor blades.” Like he would need them do do anything to himself anyway. That was kinda stupid. Theron shrugged. So he'd grow a beard. Getting up, and going to the shower, he was reluctant to throw away the clothes he tattered and soaked with blood, but what more could he really do with them? He stepped into the shower and soaped up, watching the color of the water as it went down the drain.
Cleaning up in the kitchen, when he finish up there, Logan opened the bathroom door and snagged his bloody clothes off the floor. “I'm gonna see what I can do with these...” Watching his form for a few minutes through the shower curtain, Logan thought he was unbearably beautiful. Theron looked at Logan and gave an affirmative grunt.
Smiling a little, Logan said, “If you offed yerself, I'd kill ya, y'know,” and he shut the door. Theron smirked and grabbed the shampoo for his hair to wash out the blood that was caked on the ends.
Up in the mansion, Remy was practically pacing as he waited, but he decided after a few minutes that he was going to go down and check on Peter. All alone in the lab, Hank was pacing in frustration, and nearly grabbed Remy when he entered. “Have you seen Peter?? He was supposed to be here hours ago!”
“Y' mean he's not here?" Remy asked, nearly panicked. Where could he be? The X-Men would have taken him to medical first.....
Lifting his large fluffy paws, Hank explained, “He was here, Remy... But he left and I told him specifically to be back in an hour and now it has been 2... nearing 2 and a half...” Hank huffed.
"Where did he say he was goin'?" Remy asked, ready to run and find Peter even in his weak state. Why hadn't they been looking for him by now?
“I assumed just to his room...” he sighed. “I'm certain he is all right... Peter is sensible isn't he?”
"Not wit de amount a sensibility dat been goin' 'round t'day," Remy quipped as he left Medical. He ran up to Peter's room and knocked hard. "Peter??? Open up, homme!"
Peter didn’t answer. God damnit. Remy picked the lock and went in to check for himself that Peter wasn't there as his unresponsiveness signaled. Remy went and found Emma. "Emma, will y' find Peter for me?" he asked.
Emma closed her eyes and looked for him on the grounds, but he was nowhere to be found. "He's not at the school right now, Remy. Did Hank discharge him?" she asked.
"He said he was supposed ta be back in an hour, but it's been more like two."
"If Henry is that worried about him, he can ask me to contact Peter."
"But he's injured! How can y' let an injured man jus' walk 'roun'd like dat?"
"I trust Henry's judgment, Remy." A fair sight more than I trust yours, anyway.
Huffing, Hank walked in on Emma. “I need you to find Peter for me.”
"Ah. Well then. I'll do so." She went down to Cerebra and started looking for Peter.
Remy turned to Hank after she left and asked, "How was he when he left y' care?"
“He seemed alright. His eye had not healed, it will take several weeks, I'm sure... but he was able to return to his flesh form...” Shaking his head, Hank said, “I thought he was just going to take a shower or something....”
Remy growled and left Emma's office. He didn't know what he was going to do to figure out where Peter went, but he was sure that he needed to make sure he was all right. Especially after seeing what Theron had done to himself. He was the last person he would have expected to try something like that. It actually creeped Remy out.
After pacing around even more frantically, Remy was struck with the desire to go down to the boathouse, but he couldn't because Logan was still probably trying to figure out why the hell creed was trying to kill himself. He sighed heavily and debated calling, but wasn't going to do that either, so he went to his room with plans to stay there for the night.
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