Part 27

 

Theron was waiting for someone to come in eventually.  He had been pretty patient, he thought.  He had been thinking about how he screwed up again and how mad Logan seemed.  He still could taste the fear from Remy on his tongue and that wasn't helping his down mood either. 

Coming in, Logan peeked at him.  “Creed.”

"Yeah," he muttered.  He didn't deserve to be called anything special right now, so he wasn't going to say anything.

Folding his arms, Logan stared at him, so pissed off he didn’t even know what to say.  Theron wasn't about to start the conversation, so he just waited there for Logan.  He wasn't proud of what he did.  It was actually really annoying that he liked the kid.  It would have been easier if Remy had never been able to forgive him.

“You know you scared the shit outta him.”

"I smelled it," he said nodding.

“They why didn'tcha cut it out?!”

Theron had smelled the desire on him as much as Logan had when he came down.  He had wanted to prove to the kid that he wasn't going to hurt him any more.  He had wanted to be accepted by him... but he didn't know if he could say that to Logan.  Well—things weren't going to get worse—he was back in the cage again.  "Wanted ta show 'im... that I could be gentle... that I wasn't gonna hurt 'im."

Heart hurting when Creed said that, Logan growled, “You were tryin' ta seduce him...” and succeeding, which made Logan hate them both so much.

"Yeah," was all he said.  He wasn't going to try and deny it.  Like he could hide it from Logan if he wanted to.

Baring his teeth at him a little, Logan asked, “You know I was scared a that; why'd ya have ta do it!?”  He was so hurt, he was torn to ribbons inside.

"It's not like I can only love one person, Logan."  He growled at the floor.  He had thought about loving Remy ever since Logan suggested it and couldn't get the thought out of his head.

“For over 2000 years you did!”

"And then you left me and I—was so lost...  I meant, it's not like I ain't capable o' lovin' more than one person.  Just because I was happy with you fer 2000 years doesn't mean that things don't change.  That's one thing that you an' I always said to each other—that things'd always change."  That boy was the only match fer you, Logan.

“But they never did, did they?  Until I lost my mind!  The only reason you want Remy is because you don't want me to have someone else!  You're jealous!”

Theron gritted his teeth.  "That's part of it," he admitted.  He hadn't realized that until Logan said it, but he found it to be true.

Swallowing hard, Logan said, “An' I can't blame ya for that...”  He hung his head a little.  “I don't want either a’ my lovers lovin’ anyone else either...” and he looked up at him a little sharply.  “But I gotta suspect ya did that just ta hurt me.”

Theron's jaw dropped.  He didn't think he did that just to hurt Logan... but anything was possible.  Logan had seen that he was jealous before he did, so why wouldn't he be able to see this?  He hung his head.  "I dunno, Logan.  Maybe," he shrugged.  He didn't want to say that, but he forced himself to be as honest as he could with Logan.

“Maybe, my ass!!” he crossed his arms, looking off.  “I can't leave Remy, Creed; it would kill him.  An' I mean that literally, he would die.”

"What the fuck?" he asked, his head snapping up.

“We got this thing...” he made a hand gesture.  “I'm not sure it wouldn't kill me, too,” he explained looking down at the floor.  “Cause he's an empath...  It's... it's physical.”

"Shit...."  Theron realized that he had lost Logan.  Maybe that's why he had tried to kill himself—had he sensed that there was that connection between them and that he could never have Logan to himself?  Was that why he tried to move in on Remy—so he could be part of that connection and they wouldn't have to separate?  So he could be close to Logan in an oblique fashion?

But Logan had an equal fear of Creed going crazy if Logan left him.  “....  Hey.  Talk ta me.”

"I... I don't know if I sensed that er not...  Think that mighta been why I asked Remy ta... y' know—do that sorta thing fer us.  I knew he was closer ta you somehow.  I don't... I don't know, Logan.  Maybe I'm just goin' crazy again.  I don't think I made moves on Remy ta hurt ya... I think I made moves on him so I could get in on that connection."  Was all this mess because he felt left out?  It sounded crazy and it was—it didn't need to be lame on top of it.

Walking over to the bars, Logan looped his arms over them.  “.... Creed...  we got over 2000 years between us...  We ain't got no physical thing like me an' Remy do, but I'll be damned if we don't have somethin’ just as strong...  Could be why ya went nuts when I forgot ya….”  Theron nodded.  It probably was... or it could have been weapon X's tampering, but who knew?  Those sorts of records were destroyed so far as he knew.  Swallowing, Logan said, “I don't know what ta do, Creed.”

"Sounds ta me like ya gotta get rid o' one of us," he said calmly.

“I don't wanna get rid a you.”

"Then we gotta come up with somethin'," he said.  He hated being in this cage.  It made him feel like an animal... or it made him notice how much like an animal he still was.... 

“Maybe the three of us should talk....”

Theron nodded.  He didn't know what Logan wanted out of this, but he was willing to listen to suggestions and do just about anything for him at this moment.  Knowing it was stupid and egotistical, Logan had to ask.  “Ya still love me?”

Theron squinted.  "Yeah," he said looking at the wall.  He couldn't meet Logan's gaze just then... he was too ashamed of himself to risk looking up to see Logan's disappointed gaze.

Satisfied with that, Logan said, “Remy's sleepin' now.  C'mon,” he said as he opened the gate for him.  Theron looked up, actually surprised at Logan.  He was letting him out?  What were they going to do now?  He got up and stepped out of the cell, willing to follow Logan anywhere he went.  Shutting the cell door behind him, Logan said, “You're gonna prove to everyone here that we can trust ya.  That includes me.”  Theron nodded and prepared to double check everything he did before he did it.  He followed Logan out of the cell block.  “We're goin’ out.  Yer buyin’ me lunch.”

"Okay," he said enthusiastically and stepped up beside Logan.  "Where do ya wana go?"  Theron was toying with the idea of finding a place that had good Greek food, but didn't know if they were on a time constraint.

“Not far.  I wanna be here when Remy wakes up.  I figure we can hit the diner down the street.”  Nodding, Theron decided that he would look for a place with Greek food for later.  He was perfectly calm as he passed by everyone... even those who gave him dirty looks.  The dirtiest look he was expecting was of course, was going to be from Remy since Theron had gotten him in trouble, but he didn't see the kid, so he was doin' pretty well.

Closing the door, Logan moved to the jeep.  “Well, yer work’s cut out for ya.”  Logan was kidding of course, but was going to hold him to this whole getting the X-Men to trust him thing, even if it meant withholding sex.

"No kiddin'," he said and cringed at some of the comments that he heard behind his back as the students passed.  Unfortunately, they were all true and the kids had a right to be fearful and hateful of him.

Sighing, Logan said, “I didn't say ya had ta like them...” as he started the car, pulling out.

Well, good, because that was going to be one mean feat where Cyclops was concerned.  "I don't figure we'll ever like each other," he said.  Things were constantly changing though.  He didn't feel like such a big hedonist any more, so maybe there was hope.

“Don't reckon I'll ever like them much, either.”  Tearing down the road in his jeep, Logan was feeling pretty reckless.

"The kids 'er the X-feebes?" he asked curiously.

“Well...  Cyke, mostly.”

"I'm with ya there," he commented.  He was probably going to be the hardest to convince that he had completely become another person... when he had.  He still felt a bit shaky.

“I think Storm's your biggest problem, though.”  Logan would've put Remy first, actually, but the young man had surprised him in the forgiveness department.

"She might be...."  What was he supposed to do to win the trust of a weather goddess wanna-be anyway?

Pulling in front of the diner, Logan said, “I'm hungry so I hope you have some full pockets.”

Theron grinned looking at Logan.  He had some cash on him, but he had access to a big stash whenever he needed it.  "Don't worry about it," he said.

“I wasn't.”  Going in, Logan noticed them getting a lot of looks, just because of their appearance.  Theron figured he had to practice ignoring looks and so focused on Logan. 

Sitting down across from Theron, Logan started perusing his menu, even though he had it memorized.  "Mmm...  You got any plans, then?"

"Plans?  Few what?" he asked. 

"For winnin 'em over."

"I dunno, Logan.  I mean, if I try stuff that's over the top, they'll think I'm just doin' it fer show, an' that won't make 'em trust me.  If I just hang around and wait until the mansion gets attacked again ta defend it, who knows how long I'd have ta wait.  I think me just bein' normal'd be a good start...."  He just didn't really have a good idea of what was normal... besides not feeling the need to taste human blood.  Theron shuddered.

Raising his eyebrow, Logan saw that shudder.  "What?"

"Just... rememberin'... bein' crazy, is all," he said quietly.  He didn't like the light his newly found sanity cast on his past actions.

Sighing, Logan said, "Y' know, for a long time I didn't wanna remember my past because I was pretty sure I'd done some awful shit that I didn't want to remember."

"Yeah?  I don't think ya had much ta worry about, Logan... least not while I knew ya."  War on the battlefield thousands of years ago had been noble and glorious.  It was hardly looked down upon.  Everyone had their chance to live or die and the gods blessed... and sent to Hades. Logan sighed, smiling at the waitress, ordering, and watched her go.  "Y' know.  Sometimes I wonder if it was you that lost yer memory first, if I woulda gone nuts like you."

"I dunno, Logan.  You were always... more carin' than I was."  He didn't know if Weapon X had messed with his mind at all, but they didn't get the chance to fool with his memories.  That was what was giving them a chance now.

Sighing a little, he said, "I dunno, Creed.  I think it mighta done me just as bad."

Theron nodded and swallowed.  He took a sip of the water the waitress had brought over and thought about that.  He just couldn't imagine Logan being that crazy.  He had seen him feral... but not seeking the taste of human blood.  He saw an animal... and that had been one of the things that freaked him out so much when he saw Logan.  Still... he had been a logical animal-not an insane one like they turned Theron into.

"Hey..." Logan could practically see he was thinking about it.  "Stop it."

Theron looked up at Logan.  "Okay," he said and tried to think about Logan instead.  He had really enjoyed the past few days with Logan....  He tried not to think about Remy.

"So what’re yer thoughts on the three of us?"

"Uh... that's a little complicated, ain't it?" he asked.  "I mean... if ya can't leave Remy 'cause it’ll kill ya both, an' ya don't wanna leave me fer similar reasons, then I dunno what we oughtta do. What're our options?" he asked, hoping Logan had figured out what those options were so they could just choose the best one.

"Limited.  Fuck, I don't even know.  I can't even think a’ one."

"We could be separated... ya know—have you an' me be out at the boathouse an' you an' Remy could stay at the mansion- switch off?"  He was grasping at straws.

Sighing, Logan said, "We could try it...  Remy's just so damn insecure, I'm sure that whenever I'm with him, he’ll be thinking I want ta be with you."

"Well... you guys got yer—thing, so it'll be okay, right?"

Sighing, Logan said, "I hope so.…" and that better not have been bitterness, there, bub, he finished to himself.

Theron hoped he didn't sound bitter.  He was trying to keep his chin up about this.  "I'm sure he'll be fine."

"'M sorry this is so fuckin' hard, Creed."  He was very sincere.  "I don't like it either…."

"I know.  Don't worry about it, Logan.  Let's just enjoy lunch—just the two of us, an' we can go back ta the mansion an' talk things over with Remy." He really did just want to spend some time with Logan without the kid interfering in their conversation and their thoughts.

Nodding, Logan said, "All right, then.…"  He smiled at the waitress as she served them, and was really was starving so he dug in.  Theron was surprised at how hungry he was feeling too.   He didn't know what to talk to Logan about... maybe he would want to know more about what things had been like before...?  He wondered if that history teacher job was still open?

Looking up at him with sandwich makings all over his face, Logan said, "Y' know the team went to Genosha an' didn't even tell me?"

"Why?" he asked perplexed.  "Cause o' me?" he asked, worried.

Shrugging, Logan said, "Cause of alla’ us, I think."

"Oh," he commented.  He didn't want to keep him from things he needed to do, but he supposed that they needed him to be watched.  That was why Remy was forced to watch him earlier.

Logan shrugged, "They can't deal with it, fuck 'em. They've always been surprisingly closed minded."

Theron nodded.  He had thought that too, but he also knew now what they were reacting to.  You didn't put your finger in a sharp looking guillotine trap when yer other fingers were just cut off by it.  Theron looked at his plate again and ate, deciding to try and not worry about the X-Men.  If they left each other alone then things would work out.  His bigger problem was Remy and he didn't want to talk about him just now.  Finishing one half of his sandwich, Logan looked up at him, chewing thoughtfully.

"So... what's the deal with yer teaching career?  Ya told One Eye whether ya can handle the brats er not?"

Finally swallowing, Logan said, “He hasn't said anythin' ta me about it since this whole thing happened.  Don't think he likes the idea a me teachin’ kids anymore.”  Theron growled low in his throat.  Just because Logan was involved with him didn't mean he wasn't fit ta be a teacher.  He didn't like the idea of Logan being excluded from anything he might want to do by people who were claiming to be fighting for equality among people.  Smirking at Theron a little bit, Logan said, “They're just human, Creed, they ain't perfect.”

Not growling as seriously after Logan said that, Theron was still bothered by it.  "He shoulda at least given ya a chance," he muttered.

“Yeah...  Woulda really liked a chance...”  He really would've.  In fact, he was severely bummed about this, he just hadn't found the time to gripe to Scott about it.

"Maybe after everythin' calms down he'll rethink it."  He would think that Scott would want somebody who'd actually experienced it teaching the subject.  That was a chance no other history student would have.

Shrugging, Logan knew how set in his ways Scott could be, and started on the other half of his sandwich.  “Well, I got other things ta concentrate on now...”  Theron huffed at the reminder that he was just a burden on Logan.  Maybe he could... do something for a living that wasn't actually illegal... but if he were flying above the radar, then he'd definitely be arrested and executed.  There was just no way that he could do anything resembling normal for at least the next couple of hundred years... unless he changed his name....  That might work. 

"Hey, Logan... wha'd'ya think about me changin' my name...  Y'know—comin' up with a new ID?"

Looking up at him, grinnig a little, Logan rubbed the mustard off his face.  “This yer subtle way a remindin’ me I'm still callin' ya Creed?”

"Hunh?"  He hadn't actually been thinking about that.  "Uh... no, actually.  I was just wonderin' what my chances were of gettin' a real job... when I get better... an' figured I'd need a new name if I wanted ta be kosher and stuff...."  But... he had noticed earlier that Logan wasn't calling him what he asked to be called.

Raising an eyebrow, Logan liked that idea.  “All right.  Whaddya mean 'get better?'”

"Well... ya know... when I ain't crazy any more."  He really felt like he was just getting his sanity back and was still afraid that he would do horrible things and not realize them.

Nodding a little, Logan asked, “Ya think yer still nuts?”

"Just a little," he said.  He hadn't been away from Logan for very long periods of time after all and he had no idea what he would be like away from him for long.  Would he start getting paranoid thoughts about Logan not loving him any more—or being off with Remy—or secretly hating him...?

Reaching over, even though they were in public Logan gently trailed his fingers over Theron’s knuckles.  “You gonna change yer name ta Theron?”

"I want to.  It's the name I was given.  We gone by so many names over the years that it hardly matters what anybody calls us any more—just so we know we're bein' talked about, ya know?"  He knew that it might come with a little bit of a price—being noticed.  "Maybe I should go by John 'er somethin' normal like that?"

“Theron could be yer last name...” Logan suggested nibbling on his fries.

"That's a good idea," he said.  "What would ya like ta call me...?"  He might as well choose something Logan was going to like.

Smirking slightly, Logan said, “Creed.”  Theron scowled at Logan.  That was not a name change.  “Sorry...”  He had just always called him that.  “What's wrong with Victor?”

"Traceable," he said simply.

Shrugging, Logan asked, “How bout...” he thought about it and grinned, “Smitty?”

Theron scowled again.  "What hell kinda name is that??"

Smirking, Logan shrugged.  “Nevermind, then.”  Trying to think of the names he really liked, he could only come up with 'Remy'.

Theron was half tempted to say he should change his name to "Y'mer" so Logan wouldn't get confused.  "Y' think Thomas would be too funny?" he asked.  Thomas Theron.  That wouldn't be so bad.

“Dunno if yer a Tom...  Maybe.”

"David?" he asked.  David Theron....  That didn't seem to fit either....

Grimacing, he said, “Nahhh...  How bout....  Graham.”

"Graham Theron sounds a little funny ta me."  It had too many of the same sounds in it.  Although, if Logan really liked the name, he would probably call himself that no matter if it sounded funny or not.  Chances were that Logan was just going to call him Creed or Theron for the rest of his life.

Nodding, Logan said, “Huh...  Can't think of anything....  How bout....”  Grinning, Logan said, “Jamie.”

"What?" he cringed.  That sounded like something you'd name a little kid.  What was Logan trying to do, ruin his image?

Chuckling, Logan said, “Nothin’...”

Theron didn't want to finish his lunch, but before he knew it the sandwich in front of him had disappeared.  He kept taking sips of his water, like he wasn't ready to go though, so he could stay there as long as possible with Logan.

Sipping his coffee, Logan looked out the window.  “How about... 'Honda...'  Or... 'Shrub'.”

"What the fuck?  Yer just tryin' ta get on my nerves now, ain'cha?"

Grinning, Logan said, “Yeah...”  He liked it when he got all bristly.  Theron smiled when Logan admitted it though.  It was a relief that he respected him more than that.  Looking up, Logan said, “C'mon, better be getting’ home... I suspect Remy's havin' a nightmare or somethin’.”

Theron looked at his empty plate when Logan said that.  Could he feel that Remy was having trouble sleeping, or was he just suspicious because the kid tended to have them?  Nodding, he got up from the table and went to the front counter to take care of lunch.  Coming up behind him, Logan wrapped his arms around Theron and pressed his face into his back.  “Thanks, Shrub.”  Theron growled warningly at Logan, but he didn't do much else, but smile at the waitress who was taking care of the bill for him.

Chuckling against his back, Logan thought he was sexy when he was edgy.  Theron accepted his change after leaving appropriate tip at the counter and walked out with Logan by his side.  He draped an arm over his shoulders casually as they walked.

Feeling pretty relaxed at the moment, Logan opened the jeep for him.  Theron hopped in and tried to relax in the passenger seat.  He couldn't help being worried about how things were going to turn out when they got back to X-territory.

“Relax, Theron...”  He nodded, but wasn't doing such a great job of it in practice.

"You think the kid's okay?" he asked.  He wanted to know how sensitive that bond of theirs was.

“He's probably fine... Just prone ta nightmares...”  Theron let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.  Lifting his eyebrow, Logan guessed, “You afraid we're telepathic now?”

“Well—" he stuttered now that he'd been caught.  "I... didn't know how strong this thing was...."

Reaching over, Logan stroked his cheek.  “You...  You don't gotta worry, Theron.”  Theron thought he saw an apology in Logan's gaze, but that could have been wishful thinking.  Theron nodded and brushed Logan’s hand, gratefully before letting it go so he could drive.  Turning his eyes back to the road, Logan said, “Maybe you should just be Theron.  Like I'm Logan.”

"Yeah... but you got people who trust you, ya know?  What if I wanna do somethin' with my life?  I don't have anybody who's gonna protect me from the feds."  Logan of course had the X-Men.

“I will,” he gave Theron a toothy grin.  Theron smiled at Logan.  Maybe that would work then.  He nodded to Logan and sighed as they reached the mansion gate.

Getting out of the car, Logan said, “So, ah... what ... should I do with you?”

Theron's shoulders dropped.  What should he do with him?  It wasn't like he was dangerous, so there wasn't a need to take him back into that cell where it just made him agitated.  If he was safe enough to go into a public restaurant, there was no way he had to be in that cell.  "Can I stay at the boathouse?" he asked.  It was away from Scott and everybody, but not far enough away that they could forget about him.

“Yeah...” Logan looked up at him with the obvious expectation of being kissed.  Logan would be damned if he was going on his tiptoes for him.  Theron thought he saw the look in Logan's eyes that told him he was expecting something intimate.  He hadn't seen the look in so long....  He smiled as he leaned down and gave Logan a deep kiss, leaning him back slightly.  It wasn't near a dip, but enough to make Logan feel like he was off balance and fully in Theron's embrace.

Well, Logan hadn’t been expecting that big of a kiss; he was anticipating a quick, sweet kiss goodbye.  Smiling, Logan wrapped his arms around Theron’s neck and kissed him back just as passionately until he had to laugh again.  Theron let Logan go abruptly and set him back on his balance.  He stepped back and cleared his throat.  "—hem.  Sorry," he said shyly. 

Grinning, actually having gotten a bit of a thrill out of that, Logan grabbed his shirt and dragged him down again, planting a big wet one on him.  Theron's half smile was sincerely pleased as he wrapped his arms around Logan.  He let Logan go after the kiss finished and figured that he would be asked to wait for him down at the boat house.  That was fine with Theron.  Smiling again, Logan said, “I'll see ya later, yeah?”

Theron nodded and turned from the garage to head toward the boathouse.  He figured that Logan would bring Remy down eventually and they would all have another big long talk about everything.

Going upstairs, Logan knocked very softly on his door in case Remy was still asleep.  Remy started from an uneasy sleep and looked at the door.  He felt a pull to just beyond the door and so opened his shields slightly to see who it was.  He felt Logan's familiar presence once he let his shields drop and he called, "C'mon in."

Slinking in, Logan asked, “Did I wake ya?”

Remy sat up in Logan’s bed.  "S'okay, Logan.  What's up?"  He was curious to know what happened with Creed.

“Nothin’...” he flopped on the bed next to him.  “Just went ta lunch with Theron.”

Swallowing, Remy looked at Logan questioningly.  "Y... work tings out?"  His voice let through some of the nervousness he felt.

Rolling over to look at him, Logan said, “We tried ta come up with ideas....  He thought… maybe if we did a week-on, week-off thing….”  Logan sort of felt like he was the kid of a broken family.

Looking off to one wall, Remy nodded.  That was a decent idea.  "Could work," he said.  He had to admit that it would stress him out to not have his lover with him all the time, but this was something they needed to try and figure out.  Remy kept nodding as if he was thinking it over, but in actuality he had decided he would try anything.  "We could do trial periods of a month 'er two t' see how it's goin' an' re-evaluate."  Thanks to Emma, Remy had learned the true meaning of the word 're-evaluate.'  Witch of a woman.

Flopping his arm over Remy, Logan didn’t like the idea, wanting to have them both available whenever he wanted them, but he realized that was selfish.  “Yeah...  I guess...”  Pressing his face in Remy’s neck, Logan inhaled.  Remy smiled at the ticklish feeling of Logan's breath being sucked in past his skin.  He hugged Logan.  Purring, Logan said, “Ya know, I didn't use ta be this much of a teddy bear....”

"I don' mind," Remy smirked.

Pulling Remy against him, Logan snuffled against his ear, blew in it softly to tickle him.  “You sure?”

Remy hoped that Logan didn't think he was getting weak because of it and was planning on stopping his soft and fluffy impersonation.  Remy chuckled and said, "I'm pretty sure, cher."  He would miss Logan on those weeks they weren't together, but he was just going to have to live with this.  It was better than Logan disappearing. 

Nipping gently at his throat, Logan asked, “You got plans fer the rest of the day, then?”

Remy shook his head.  "I'm still feelin' kinda... messed up—so I guess I'll jus' try an' get m' head back t'geder."  That band was functioning, but it still wasn't completely healed.  He still had a headache too.

Nodding, Logan stroked his hair.  “How can I help?”  He felt kind of guilty; it was his fault Remy was in this state.  Remy's throat worked like he was going to say something, but he eventually just shook his head.  He didn't know if what he was going to suggest would help actually... it was just the first thing that came to mind.

Kissing his temple, Logan said, “Tell me, baby...”  He had seen Remy hesitate.

Remy swallowed and looked into Logan's eyes.  "Will y' make love t' me?"  He wanted to make love while being connected.  He didn't know if that would reinforce the bond, but it sure seemed like it would... and if it didn't, then he would know more about it.

Smiling softly, Logan nodded and gave him a gentle kiss, carefully starting to undress him.  Remy didn't want to let Logan's lips go, but at some point he needed to break away so clothes could get the hell off of him.  He didn't want to go fast... he wanted to savor this time with Logan.  His hands were running over Logan, paying less attention to the clothing than the man underneath.

Keeping his mouth pressed into Remy’s while stripping away layers, Logan crawled under the covers with him and pulled them up over their heads.  “Feel like it's been so long...” 

It does feel like it’s been so long, cher, Remy thought to himself.  It had been so long since they had been alone together.  "Lot happened since we were alone last," he said softly with his lips against the skin at Logan's neck

“'M sorry...” Logan reached down Remy’s body, feeling him, kissing his eyebrows and down his nose.  “I'm sorry, baby...”

"S okay, Logan...." he said as he gently bared all of Logan's skin.  It was like he was discovering new and wonderful places when he lifted away fabric and smothered the exposed area with kisses and licks. 

Snuffling through his hair, Logan missed the way Remy smelled, the way his long, strong legs felt and he yearned to be pressed between them.  Pushing his jeans down, Logan said, “Yer so goddam beautiful...”  He could never tell him enough.

"Logan...." Remy moaned as he slipped out of his clothes.  His hands slid over Logan's chest, his mouth following so he could suckle and lick at those nipples of his, hidden in his fur.  Remy purred thinking how attractive Logan was.  He didn't think he would ever describe the man as beautiful, but that wasn't because he was unhandsome.  Beautiful was just the wrong word.  Beau.  Beau was the right word.  "Tu es si beau, Logan," [you are so handsome,] he said worshiping the flesh underneath him.

Logan curled his arms around Remy, muttering against  his lips, “Tell me how you want me ta take ya....”

"Soft, Logan," he said raising his head up Logan's chest.  "Soft an' sweet."  He wanted to remember this as an act of love throughout the weeks.  "I wanna see y' eyes," he said.  He didn't think he could have made love to Logan facing away from him in his current emotional state.

            Stroking his hands up and down Remy, Logan kissed his neck, and stroked the insides of his thighs to get him to open them.  Flickering his fingers between Remy’s legs, he tickled him.  Remy chuckled at Logan’s teasing, and welcomed Logan into his body space.  His legs wrapped around Logan's waist, but still allowed him movement.

“Yer such an angel, baby...” he said kissing him deeply, stroking his thighs in small circles, working his way towards Remy’s exposed hole.

Remy loved it when Logan said things like that to him.  He sighed at the caresses and his hands drifted down to Logan's jeans.  As he unbuttoned Logan's jeans and slid them down him, he opened his emotional connection and sent his passion along it.  The band felt kind of rickety, but it held and there wasn't much pain with its use.

Smiling, Logan could feel him, and pulled back a little so he could look at him, saying, “Hi.”  Grinning broadly, Logan’s fingers stroked Remy’s bottom as he wiggled gracelessly out of his pants before settling on top of him again, their cock nestled together.

Remy smiled brightly at Logan's greeting.  He thought it was cute when he welcomed him verbally into his mind.  He brushed his affection over Logan's mind to let him know how precious he felt Logan was.  Their manhood resting beside each other felt nice.  Remy reach up to caress Logan’s cheek before leaning up to kiss him.

Catching Remy’s lips in a sweet, meaningful embrace, Logan nibbled on his lips, using his fingers to gently rub across Remy’s hole.  “Got lube, babe?” Logan asked, then leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Or am I gonna have ta use my tongue?”

Remy's breath left quickly at the thought of Logan using his tongue on him.   "Oh, I miss dat tongue," Remy whispered back.  He thought Logan probably had lube in the nightstand if they felt they needed it, but if Logan was going to soak him and make love to him, he wasn't going to complain. 

Grinning, Logan kissed him, flickering his tongue in his mouth, then starting to kiss down him, using his tongue on all of his sensitive spots.  “Then my tongue you shall have...”  A little growly, Logan worked down between Remy’s legs.

Writhing under Logan’s tongue, Remy passed all of his sensation along the link.  "Mmm, cher... y' feel dat?" he asked, trying to establish that it worked, or how well.

Feeling small wafts of thrill flutter through his body, Logan grinned.  “Yeah, darlin’...”  Carefully he handed Remy his knees, and kissed all the way down his penis, leaving wet sloppy kisses down his balls, making them wet and slick and finally laving his perineum and his small, pink hole.

"Good, cher.... y' feel so good...."  One advantage that Remy was finding to being an empath was that he could concentrate on his sensations more, in essence magnifying them.  When Logan’s tongue started sweeping across his hole, all his muscles jerked and his hole winked in desire for more of Logan's tongue and cock.

Smiling, Logan lapped at his hole again, loving to feel him squirm and wriggle.  “Sexy Cajun....”  He sucked and pressed his tongue into him, swirling it around.

"Dieu!  Logan!" he sighed happily.  He grabbed Logan's head and forced him to stay where he was.  Remy never wanted him to leave his ass—he was making it feel so good.  Smiling, Logan kissed him wet and deep down there, cradling his hips, lifting them so he could have him deeply.  Reaching up and stroking his chest, Logan toyed with his nipples.

 Remy's hands started to run through Logan's hair, wanting to let him know how wonderful it felt.  He was still sending Logan his feelings though, so he was pretty sure Logan knew what it felt like.

Looking up, Logan peeked at him over his balls.  “Lemme fuck ya, Remy....”  Logan nipped the inside of his thigh.

"Oh, oui, please, Logan," he said breathily.  He was probably plenty wet, so he didn't bother reaching for the lubrication in his nightstand. 

Pressing two fingers up him regardless as he crawled up him and kissed him wetly, Logan swallowed Remy’s sighs and gave him some of his own.  “Yer gorgeous... incredible...  Christ, never seen anythin' like ya…”  Nibbling on his ear, Logan twisted his fingers in him.

Remy hadn't seen anything like Logan either.  He had never told Logan what his other masculine lovers had been like... he had never felt the need to before.  They had all been bottoms—just wanting his cock.  With Logan... Remy felt like he was giving himself to the man... being taken, possessed.  He felt strongly that he belonged to Logan.  Passing those feelings along, he didn't feel the need to say much at that moment.

A little overwhelmed by that, Logan felt almost burdened with the responsibility, but he looked down at Remy and loved him so much, it seemed like such a gift, such a blessing.  Brushing aside Remy’s hair Logan kissed his forehead and muttered, “I'll take care a’ you...” and gently removed his fingers to presses the wet head of his cock against Remy.

Relaxing, himself, Remy let Logan inside easily.  He felt like he was missing the feeling of him already in preparation for the coming weeks.  Sensing Logan's reaction to his telling him emotionally how he felt, Remy felt guilty for having 'told' him that.  He receded a little, but then thought better of it.  He made his presence in Logan's mind known and let his affection and determination wash over him.

Kissing Remy soundly as he sunk inside his wet, tight heat, Logan gasped powerfully when he was fully sheathed.  “Shit, darlin’...”  He was so overcome with pleasure and love for him, he couldn't hide it from the connection if he wanted to.  Gasping for breath, Remy held onto Logan when he was inside him, keeping him from moving for just a moment.  He didn't want to be so overwhelmed with passion and pleasure that he came as soon as he was taken.  Deep breaths kept him from losing control too soon and a moment later he started to rock on Logan's cock.

Grabbing Remy’s hips to still him, Logan still was not over it.  “Shhh...” and he leaned down to kiss him, enjoying just being inside him for a little bit.  He shifted his hips inside him gently and slowly, sucked on Remy’s lips.

Moaning softly in his mouth, Remy reached out his tongue to Logan's.  The feeling of his tongue sent a little jolt through him, especially when he tasted his own sweat on Logan’s tongue.

Kissing him deeply, Logan gave him whatever he wanted, gently rocking in and out of him, his eyes fluttering shut on every in thrust, but otherwise locked on Remy’s.  Remy smiled at Logan's eyes as they closed involuntarily every time he slid deeper into him.  Remy projected the pleasure he was feeling to him each time Logan sank into his depths, his smooth cock hitting all the right spots.  Remy's own eyes were having trouble staying focused on Logan's as the pleasure ran through him, but they stayed open, searching the blue depths.

Taking sips of Remy’s lips and purring softly, Logan wanted to give him the most pleasure he had ever had before.  Searching for his spot Logan shifted inside him so he could rub across it on every down thrust.  Remy's hands gripped into Logan's shoulders when he shifted like that.  The stroking across his nub was so intense and he was curious to see what Logan's reaction was to feeling that.  Logan's rhythm was easy and sweet, but that hardly lessened the passion that was running through them at that moment.

Growling against Remy’s lips, Logan could feel him so intimately, and could share in his pleasure.  “Whaddya need, darlin’?”

"I need you... like dis... for a long time," he said, his brain fuzzy with pleasure.  He honestly wanted Logan to stay inside him forever, but he knew that wasn't possible in any sort of way.  Remy started playing with Logan's nipples, not letting his hands rest like they had been before.  He wanted Logan’s whole body to remember what Remy's touch felt like.

Logan would never forget him, not even if he lived ‘til the end of time.  He would always remember this moment.  “Oh, darlin’...”  Humping into him faster, Logan kissed him a little wetter, fondly reminiscing about the days he could give him hickies and have them stay.

Squeezing his legs tightly, Remy's legs then let go of Logan and started caressing his rear with his feet.  Remy sensed Logan's pleasure and liked the way that made his cock feel.  Taking one of Logan’s hands in his own, Remy guided it down to his shaft so Logan could caress him there.  It made the feeling more concrete.  He was dripping precome onto his stomach.

Smiling, Logan pulled on Remy’s long, lovely cock, rolling his hips into his, and could feel him getting wetter and wetter as he leaked more into his ass.  “Baby... Remy... Remy....”  Skin prickling all over with pleasure, Logan loved how he could see Remy’s crazy red eyes even in the dark under the blankets.

Concentrating on the pleasure as he passed it to Logan, Remy might have magnified it too much.  The pleasure was just filling his mind and his muscles contracted in response to it.  On the next plunge of Logan’s manhood, when the sliding felt like absolute bliss, the nudge against his prostate sent his entire body clenching and spurts of cum flew into Logan's hand and onto his chest.

Roaring hard, Logan thrust into him a few more times before coming as well, filling him so full, he could feel the cum dribble out.  Remy was panting, despite having a fairly relaxed pace for the sex they usually had... still—that was intense.  Remy was still reeling from the feelings bouncing around inside his head from Logan making love to him.  "Logan.... y' so wonderful, cher," he whispered, choking up.  He wished he could have Logan all to himself, but he hid the feeling from Logan as much as he could.  He didn't want to make Logan feel guilty about the situation they were in.

Feeling it, Logan sighed heavily and kissed his neck.  “I don't wanna be without ya, ever, Remy.”

"Thanks, cher," he said, hugging Logan.  He didn't ever want to let him go.  Hoping that he could stay the night, or at least stay with him a little longer, Remy kissed him, his tongue sliding over those sharp feral teeth.

Trembling at his kiss, Logan stroked his thighs and stayed inside him, huffing softly.  “Get so jealous, Remy, it's awful...  Wanna have ya ta myself so much, I see you near anyone else, I freak out...”  Kissing his eyebrow, Logan was thinking if he just let him and Creed love each other, everything would be all right.

"S okay, Logan...."  Remy knew how he felt.  Quite well.  His reaction to the statement was something that he couldn't exactly hide from Logan, so he was sure that he got the returned jealousy.  Remy didn't try to cover it up this time.

            Feeling the jealousy, Logan swallowed hard, feeling guilty of course.  “I'm so sorry, baby...” he said and kissed Remy wetly.  “Love you so much...”  He hoped Remy could feel it, because it was pure and strong and very, very real.  “Just tell me what ta do an' I'll do it...”

"I can't do dat, Logan.  Creed feels de same way."  Maybe even 'bout bot' of us, I don' know.  "If I tell y' t' jus' get ridda Creed, or tell y' t' let our relationship do what it gon' do, den whatever happens after dat'll be my fault.  I don' wan' dat kinda responsibility... cause I may lose y' over it."

Sighing, Logan bowed his head.  “I don't want that kinda responsibility either, baby...”  Gently shifting his hips to pull out of him, Logan flopped to the side and pulled Remy against his chest.

"Well... we gon' see how dis week-on, week-off ting works, right?" he asked.   "If we're gettin' frustrated 'gain we can always change how it work, oui?"

“Yeah.....  Yeah, Remy...”  Leaning down, Logan kissed him softly, pulling his thigh over Logan’s hip.  “You're... incredible.”

Snuggling into Logan's chest at the compliment, Remy sighed across his chest hair.  "Je t'aime, Logan," he whispered.

“Love you too, Rem...”  Logan leaned down and kissed him, thinking he could get drunk off Remy’s lips, which made them about the only things in the world that could do it... well... except for Creed's.  “You sleep well?”  Remy nodded.  He had been woken up, but he wouldn't have missed this for the world.  He really wanted Logan to fall asleep beside him, but he wouldn't ask that of him.  Not yet.

Letting his fingers trail across Remy’s ribs and his shoulders, Logan smiled, transfixed with how beautiful Remy was, looking down at him every once in a while to make sure he was real.  With a contented sigh, Remy started to drift off to sleep with his head pillowed on Logan's chest.  The tired feelings were passed onto Logan without Remy's knowledge really.

Lifting his eyebrows suddenly, Logan felt the sleepiness wash over him and he drifted off, nose buried in Remy’s hair.

 

Theron went to the bed that they all had slept in and smelled his lover... and ex-lover on the sheets.  That smell made him think about that morning.  Gods, they looked so good fucking together.  He waited for Logan, inhaling his scent... and Remy's well into the night before he couldn’t take it any longer and broke down.  Stripping, he got under the covers and started pumping his hard cock to the images of them this morning.  It got him so hot, he thought he was going to burst... but then the image of Remy appeared in his mind—on all fours, sucking on Theron's cock while Logan took him from behind.  Cum blasted out of his shaft and spilled on the already somewhat dirty sheets and over his hand.

Relaxing into the bed, Theron wondered where Logan was, but then decided he was probably spending the night with Remy—talking or fucking, it didn't matter.  Sighing, he tried to go to sleep, but it wasn't quick in coming... the way Theron had been.

 

 

 

Sleeping peacefully, something about the connection kept Logan at ease.  Remy woke as a stream of light from a crack in the curtains hit him in the eye.  Squinting, he stirred and moved slightly to not be in the light, hugging Logan closer.  He was conscious, but not near ready to get up.

Muttering in Ancient Greek, “<You need to go back to bed before Theron comes in, Anchius.>” but he made no move to dislodge him.

"Hmmm?" Remy asked at the unfamiliar words, nuzzling Logan's nipple.

“<He gets mad when he finds you in here...  An' he's already mad cause we got separate duty this week.>”

"Logan, cher, I don' understan' what y' sayin'," he said a little irritated.  He would have to get Logan to teach him some of this language.  It sounded like the one he and Creed had been speaking earlier... what was it—Ancient Greek?

            Blinking a little at the English, Logan went through that same experience that he always did when shocked out of a flashback.  “Wh...”  Blinking a little, he asked, “Remy?”

"Welcome back t' de twenty-first century, cher," he smiled at Logan's confused expression.

Blinking a little more, Logan said, “Oh, shit...”  He always felt a little sick when he came back, and he rubbed his face.  “... Shit...  Mornin’….”

"Uh... mornin'," Remy said, uncertain about the amount of discomfort Logan was feeling.  Remy just realized that they had been connected all night!  "Y' okay?"

Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah, it's just... in the morning I uh...  Get... memories sometimes....”

"I heard y' mention Theron... was it a memory wid him?" he asked tentatively. He almost felt that if he said yes, that Remy wouldn't let him back in his bed... but he knew that wasn't the case.      

Smirking a little, Logan said, “No.  Well... I mean, he was in my life at the time, but...  no, he wasn't in my memory....”

"Who were y' talkin' to?"

“My son.”

"Ohhh..."  A small smile appeared on his face.  "What was he like?  Do y' remember much?"

“Not much... I remember his hair....”

"Nothin' 'bout how he acted or anythin'?"

“Yeah...  He was crazy fer me.  He'd always sneak in when Theron was away...  He was a total flirt....”  Logan chuckled softly.

"Wait... yer son... y' tought I was y' son because I was in bed wid y'?"  Remy was perplexed. 

“Well, he...  I think he had a bit of a crush on me....”

Remy's eyebrows lifted in surprise.  "An' y' let 'im sleep wid y'?"  Boy, if it had been Remy, he wouldda had Logan within a month.  He was surprised that this Anchius boy could never pull it off.

“Well, yeah.  I mean, he was my baby boy!”  Frowning, Logan said, “At least... I guess he was....”  He only got flashes.  Remy nodded.  Logan had ignored the way the boy felt because he didn't see it as encouraging the behavior at all because Logan didn't feel that way about him. 

"I see.  I'm sorry," he said and kissed Logan’s bare shoulder.

“What're you sorry for?”

"Dat... sorry y' had t' wake up... thinkin' I was him."

“Nah...” Logan said holding him closer.  “I'm gettin' used to it.  It's nice ta remember little bits a’ my life before...”  Remy nodded and nuzzled Logan, tickling his skin with his nose.  “Did you...” he didn’t want to open a can of worms, but... “Did you know the team left for Genosha?” without us?

"Everybody?  No, I hadn' heard.  What're dey doin' dere?"

Shrugging, Logan said, “I dunno.  Top secret.  Not everybody's gone, Scott and Emma are still here to run things...  Think Alex was heading it off....”

"Oh... hunh.  Do y' tink dey're gonna need help?" Remy asked, wondering why Logan brought it up.

“No, I'm sure they're fine...” but they didn't invite us!

"Y' mad about somethin', cher.  What is it?" Remy asked getting loud and clear that Logan was annoyed, but not being able to read his thoughts.

Muttering, Logan said, “Just wonderin' why we didn't hear anythin' about it.”

"Dey can see we ain' 'xactly up t' standards o' performance at de moment, Logan.  We got too much baggage dat we gotta take care of."

Huffing, Logan thought they’d be particularly potent in a battle right now, but just curled up on him and didn’t say anything for a minute or two.  Remy felt nagging sensations coming from Logan and debated questioning him about them.  He decided not to since he seemed a little irritated.  Smiling, he brushed Logan's hair with his fingers, massaging his scalp.

Relaxing into Remy’s touch, Logan melted a little, purring softly.  “Mmm... Remy.”  His hands worked down Logan’s neck, rubbing the muscles there, then down into his back.  Remy massaged all of Logan that he could reach without getting out of their hug.  Watching him, Logan thought Remy was a miracle, and muttered, “You woulda been worshipped in Ancient Greece...  There woulda been wars fer you.”

Smirking at Logan Remy said, "Dey wouldda been fer nothin'.  I belong t' you, Logan," he said stopping his massage and caressing the side of Logan's face with one hand, guiding him into a soft passionate kiss.

Returning Remy’s passion, Logan thought there would've been wars for him anyway, like there was for Helen... because he was just as beautiful... more so.  Feeling Logan's persistence he smiled toward the end of the kiss.  Resuming his deep caressing of Logan's back, he kissed his cheek, then up over his eye.  "Would y' be m' warrior?" he asked, his smile turning sly.

“I am yer warrior, Remy...” and he stroked Remy, holding him tight, nuzzling him gently.  Feeling safe, Remy felt like he could just go back to sleep, but knew that he had been lazy for too long.  He needed to see if he couldn't correspond with Alex today and get some work done... maybe get some training in that wasn't for the purpose of expelling energy.

Nibbling on Remy’s ear, Logan asked, “Whatt're your plans?”

Sighing, Remy said, "I need t' start actin' like an X-Man again.  Y' reminded me how out o' de loop I been."  And with Logan needing to spend large chunks of time away from him, Remy needed to start practicing being without his lover and not breaking down.

Feeling Remy’s anxiety, Logan stroked his back and shoulders.  “Shhhh, you'll be okay...”  He didn’t know what Remy was anxious about, exactly, but he could guess.

"I know, Logan... dat's why I have ta make m'self get up t'day an' work."  He just didn't want to move!

Smiling gently, Logan said, “All right.”  Logan was certainly not intent on moving either… until he thought of Creed and Logan jerked up.  “Oh, shit...  I oughtta be monitorin' him!”  Hoping he didn't go crazy, Logan rolled out of bed to pull on his jeans.  “I'm sorry, darlin’...” and he leaned over and kissed him.

"S okay.  Lemme know if y' need any help," he said to Logan as he headed out.  He sat there after Logan left and sighed before getting up himself to shower and go... act like an X-Man.

Trotting out to the boathouse, Logan was still trying to pull his shirt on, and stopped when he realized he must reek of sex and Remy...  shit.... shit, shit...  but he suspected Creed could be catching his scent from in there anyway.

Theron was still asleep soundly, snuggled in the sheets that smelled of his lover and the man he wished was his lover.  Trudging inside, Logan called out, “Theron?  You in here?” he looked around a little. 

Waking instantly to the sound of his lover's voice Theron called back, "Yeah, Logan," and he got up and went to the bedroom door, stark naked.

Seeing him, lord he was beautiful, and Logan just stared for a second.  “Uh... Yeah.  How are ya?” he asked realizing he probably didn't really smell him that acutely if he was asleep and he felt like a shit for not showering.

Stepping over to Logan, he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close.  He smelled like Remy and sex, just like the bed.  "Mmm... somebody had fun last night," he said, inhaling more.  "I'm kinda horny, how 'bout you?" he asked casually.

Sniffing at him a little bit, Logan raised his eyebrows.  “You been flyin' solo, bub?”

"Sometimes ya gotta when yer copilot's... got another gig."  He tried to put as little accusation in there as possible, but he wasn't sure how much Logan would read into what he said, to say nothing of his tone.  It was meant to be observing—not malicious.

Lowering his eyes a little, Logan felt like shit for doing this, also thinking he might get worn out just trying to keep his two lovers sexually satisfied.... well, ok, maybe not.  “You... do all right by yerself?”

"What, you think I can't handle it?"  He'd stroked Logan to coming more times than he could count, what was the deal?  Not sure that they were talking about the same thing here, Logan shrugged.  “Just got worried I'd find ya in a pool a yer own blood again.”  It was what happened the last time he left him alone too long.

Theron looked away and let go of Logan.  "No, I was all right."  He had a hellofa hard-on fer the kid, but he wasn't going to tell Logan that.  "So... we figure out what's goin' on?  Didn't you want the three of us ta talk again 'er somethin'?"

Nodding, Logan said, “Remy's open ta tryin' the week-on, week-off thing...”

Theron nodded.  "Okay."  He was a little disappointed that Remy hadn't pushed to let them develop a relationship, but he supposed that the kid still had reservations about it.  "So... when does it start?"

Shrugging, Logan said, “I dunno...  Remy's busy with X-stuff...” and he watched Creed, trying to read him.  He was making Logan nervous.

"What does that mean fer us?" he asked.  Logically, it should be them that went first, but he didn't know if Logan was feeling very logical at the moment.

“Huh?  Well...  It means we... uh...”  Rubbing his eyes a little, Logan didn’t know what that meant.  “I dunno, Creed...  I mean Theron, sorry...”

"I suppose what I'm askin' is does that mean I get first shift?"  Trying to not hound Logan about his name—Theron knew Logan would get it eventually.

Looking up at him, Logan said, “We'll have to talk about it when he's done.”

"Oh.  Okay.  You... wanna maybe make dinner for 'im with me later today?"

Looking up at him, Logan said, “Remy isn't gonna fuck you, Creed.”

"I didn't think he was," he growled and turned away from Logan.  Why else would they be going to this arrangement?

Logan wasn’t an idiot, he knew Creed wanted him still.  “Yeah, we can make him dinner...”  Grabbing Theron’s wrist, Logan wouldn’t let him huff off.  “Was rememberin' again this mornin’...”

"Yeah?" Theron asked interested in what he remembered.  Before, it had always been with Theron that he woke to remember things.  Maybe it wasn't his influence after all.

“Were there weeks when we weren't scheduled for duty together?”

Theron blinked.  "How did you know about that?"  They would sometimes ship Theron off with a separate battalion, much to his protestation.  Logan hadn't remembered anything that big before.

Shrugging, Logan said, “This mornin' I thought Remy was Anchius...  I guess he used ta... sleep with me when you were away.”

The growl that erupted from Theron's throat surprised even Theron.  He coughed and looked away from Logan.  "Sorry.  It's over.  Long over.  I shouldn't be angry about that."  He had caught them sleeping in the same bed together only once and Theron had lost it.  He hadn't smelled sex on them, so he had eventually let it go.  Theron took deep breaths trying to clear his head.

Grinning a little, Logan touched his bare hip.  “I'm pretty sure we never had sex, Theron...”  He nuzzled his arm.  “I just didn't... feel that way about 'im....”

Theron nodded.  He knew that—he knew that.  He just couldn't get the image of Anchius leaning in to kiss him out of his head.  Then the image of Logan kissing Remy passionately popped into his head and he almost felt sick.  He feared that he was sick with jealousy, but jealousy at not being allowed in, not at them kissing. 

“Hey... you all right?” he asked noticing Theron was swaying a little and his dick was looking interested.

"Sorry, I'm just.... I'm gonna go take a shower, 'kay?"  A cold one if Logan wasn't going to be joining him.

“Yeah... all ri—  Hey, can I join ya?” he asked suddenly.

"Sure," he smiled.  He had been hoping, but he wasn't going to ask. 

Undressing on the way to the bathroom as he was prone to do, Logan said, “Sorry about... not... showerin' before...”

"It's okay.  The bed still smells like all three of us."  He would hope that Logan wouldn't do that after he had gotten used to it just being the two of them again.

Turning on the shower, Logan kept bumping into him in the tiny space, shuffling around to make room for him under the spray.  "<Locrus, stand still,>" he said in Ancient Greek and stilled Logan so he could soap him up.

Chuckling, Logan said, “Sorry,” and rested his forehead against his powerful shoulder, holding his hips while he gave Logan a good scrubbing.  His scrubbing was very different from Remy's massage, and he covered every area on Logan.  He had to watch his claws though.  Not minding his claws, Logan enjoyed a slight rake of them every now and again, pressing his face in Theron’s hair when he bent over.  “How often ya wash yer hair, Creed?”

He grumbled.  "Every couple days.  Doesn't need it every day," he said.  That was of course when he had access to a shower, which wasn't always the case.

Grinning, Logan grabbed the shampoo.  “Well, yer gettin' it today.”  Theron smiled and knelt so Logan could reach his hair.  Grinning, Logan liked him down there, and sank the shampoo into his hair, scratching his scalp to making sure he cleaned every lock.  Theron was purring by the time Logan started scrubbing.  His eyes were closed and he ate up the attention.  It was kind of long so it took a nice long while for him to clean. 

Letting the water pour over Theron’s thick hair to get the soap out, Logan tilted Creed’s head back and leaned down to kiss him deeply.  The purr turned into a growl at the touch of Logan's lips.  It was a soft growl, but still a growl.  Pulling away, Logan looked at him.  “What?”  Smirking, Theron leaned in to Logan and sucked in his dripping wet cock.  He sucked it hard, encouraging blood flow.

“Whoa!”  Logan bent double, not expecting that, and he huffed slightly.  “Th—Theron....”  Sinking his fingers in his wet, silky hair, Logan held him close.  Theron liked that he surprised Logan.  He was enjoying the surprise too, from the way he was growing inside his mouth.  Theron enjoyed that Logan used his name correctly this time.

Getting hard for him pretty quickly, Logan grinned ferally and started to thrust with him, his mouth feeling fuckin' huge.  “Yeah....”  Theron had gotten a little stir from Logan smelling like fresh Remy sex, but he was really getting hard with Logan moaning and encouraging him.  He liked the feel of Logan in his mouth and he sucked harder.

Stroking his neck and hair and shoulders, Logan moaned, “Theron... Ya...  Shit...”  He really wanted to come, smelling his arousal as well.  Theron pulled at Logan's ass, spreading his cheeks, but he couldn't stick a finger in him like he wanted because his claws would hurt him.  The water should be running over his hole better that way though.  Theron worked his tongue under Logan's head as he sucked, knowing that Logan was close by the urgency in his voice.

Trembling, Logan felt the water caress him there and growled out, “Creed...  What were ya thinkin’ of last night?  When you were whackin’ off?”

Theron slid off of Logan's cock and rose so he could whisper in Logan's ear, "I was thinkin' about you fuckin' that Cajun a yers," he said hotly. 

Cock jumping at that, Logan panted a little.  “You'd like ta see that?”

"I have seen it, 'member?  Yer cock is gorgeous when it's slidin' int' his ass," he purred. 

Panting against his lips a little, Logan kissed him.  “What if I made ya watch... but ya couldn't touch?”

Groaning as if he'd been punched, Theron’s cock jumped at the thought of being tortured like that.  "Gods, that'd be hot," he said.  Especially if he was tied up.

Grabbing his considerable dick Logan pulled on it.  “What if we blindfolded ya?  So you could only smell us... an' hear 'im whimper....”

"Mmm... I'd wanna hear you too," he smiled.  He didn't think that would be quite as hot, but the idea still had some merit. 

Growling against his lips, Logan kissed him, still pulling on him and he grinned.  “You wanna see...  You wanna be able ta look at my slick cock pressin’ inta him....”

"Yeah!" he cried bucking into Logan's hand.  "You've got such a great cock, Logan." 

Grinning, Logan thought his cock was nothing compared to Theron’s, but liked hearing it.  “Certainly makes him squeal, don't it?”

"From what I heard, yeah."

Growling against Theron’s lips, Logan asked, “So what's it gonna take ta get ya ta push me up against this wall an' take me, huh?”

Theron's eyes snapped open and he whirled Logan around shoving him face against the tiles.  Lapping at his ass, he wanted to get some sort of lube up him before fulfilling the request.  His hard cock was pressing against Logan's entrance just after that and Theron whispered into Logan's ear, "Just that."  He had been all set to just take Logan's load in his mouth, but he supposed Logan wanted to get fucked.

Logan felt Theron’s cock was too perfect to come without, and he sort of worshiped it, clawing at the wall for some sort of hold, and finally managed to get a hold of the porcelain soap dish, snarling and pressing back against him.  “C'mon...”

Slipping inside Logan, Theron bit Logan's shoulder.  "Gods, you feel so tight!"  The image of Remy's tight ass descending on his cock flashed through his mind and Theron pushed it away when his cock lurched hard in Logan.  Pressing Logan fully against the wall, Theron bucked hard into him.  He loved that Logan could take everything he had to give and loved it!

Grinning ferally, Logan pushed back against him and barked, “Hold me!”  Theron wrapped his huge arms around Logan, crossing over each other so his hands could hold his hips in place.  Sucking at Logan's shoulder and nipping up Logan's neck, Theron fucked into that tight heat.  He imagined Remy kneeling before Logan, worshiping his cock like it deserved and he couldn’t hold back any longer.  He growled loudly as he came into Logan.  "Fuck, Logan!" he shouted.

Jerking, Logan loved the feel of Creed’s come and the way he lifted him entirely off the ground.  Snarling, Logan reached down to stroke himself.  Theron kept pumping into Logan and forced himself to not get soft.  He wasn't going to let Logan be unsatisfied.  Only needing a few good thrust and Logan was coming over the bathroom tile, roaring and pushing back against him.

"That's my Logan," he commented at the sounds he was making and brushed his hands down over Logan's body.  His skin felt nice and clean in the warm water.  Still snarling slightly as he came down, Logan felt weak in the knees, licking his teeth, slipping down against the wall.  “Yeah....”  Theron followed him down the wall, though it was a tight fit for the two of them, staying inside Logan.  He liked to stay connected to him for a while. 

Sighing, Logan started chuckling slightly.  “That cock a yers...”

"Yeah?  What about it?"

“It's a fuckin' marvel....” he mumbled, shifting in Theron’s lap and flopping back against him with a satisfied groan.

"It might be fuckin' huge, but it's not as pretty as yours," Theron commented against Logan's shoulder.

“Dunno...  It's pretty pretty... An' ya got cute balls,” Logan grinned.

Chuckling Theron rubbed his face against Logan's neck.  "I dunno... I think they feel pretty ignored," he teased.

“Yer balls??  Why??”

"Ya don't play with 'em er nothin'.  How do you think they get by day after day?"

“Well, shit.  I'm sorry...  I'll be sure ta pay um more mind...” he grinned.  “Cause they sure are cute.”

Theron messed up Logan's hair, causing it to run into his eyes.  "Ya look good with wet hair," he said and kissed Logan.

Grinning, Logan said, “Well, thanks, ya don't look too bad yerself...”  Sighing a little, he asked, “You think Remy'd be pissed the way I talked about ‘im?”

"I'm sure the kid's flattered that ya think about 'im so much."  Theron wondered idly how much Logan talked about him that way when he was with Remy, but Remy probably wasn't nearly as turned on by it given their history.

Grunting, Logan wiggled, slipping free of Theron’s cock and reaching for the conditioner for his hair—Logan loved the way Remy's hair felt after using it, and figured Theron’s hair could benefit from it too.  Straddling his lap again, this time facing him, Logan continued, “Ya don't think it... cheapened him?”

"Cheapened him?" Theron asked, befuddled.  The kid was being paid a compliment—granted, in his absence—and that was cheap?

Shrugging, Logan said, “Don't think he'd like knowin' we talk about 'im when fuckin’...” and he pushed the conditioner through Theron’s hair.

"Well, then stop talkin' about 'im," he said simply.

Smirking a little, Logan said, “Theron...” shaking his head at him.

"If yer doin' somethin' ya think he'd be mad about, why're ya doin' it?" he asked, thinking he knew the answer.  The kid was really too hot to ignore.

Grumbling, he said, “Just... feelin' guilty in hindsight....”

"Well, I don't think yer doin' anythin' wrong, so don't sweat it while yer with me," he assured.

“Thanks, bub,” Logan said and shifted in his lap a little, resting his head on his shoulder.  Theron stroked up Logan's back and held him as they waited for the conditioner to do its job.

 

 

 

Sneaking into the mansion, trying to go unnoticed, Peter bowed his head so no one would stare at his eye patch.

Remy was coming down the stairs on his way to breakfast before 'acting like an X-Man.'  Looking up, Peter saw him there on the stairs and fought the urge to metal up.  Bowing his head he started trudging up the stairs, planning on ignoring him.

Noticing Peter Remy gasped at the patch over his eye.  It looked like it hurt so much.  His chest clenched up at the sight.  "I... I'm sorry," he said heavily to him, stopping on the stairs.  They never should have fought.  His jaw clenched tightly waiting for whatever response he was going to give.  He didn't expect it to be much, or anything good.

Looking at him out of the corner of Peter’s good eye he muttered something in Russian and kept moving.  Remy closed his eyes in pain and swallowed before moving down the stairs.  He figured that he just called him a name he probably didn't want to examine too closely.  This was going to be a long week.

 

 

 

Sitting, Nathaniel was watching Mark.  He had found several electronic programs for him to use, but still wished he could get a flesh and blood teacher in there.  Mark had been learning from the electronic mediums that Nathaniel had given him and was doing okay with them.  He felt it would be more effective if he could ask questions though.  Sighing, he cracked two eggs into his bowl like the recipe said and stared in awe at what he had just unwittingly done.  He'd taken them both in one hand and just cracked them on the side of the bowl and they opened neatly, depositing their contents in the bowl without breaking.  Mark blinked at that and called over his shoulder, "Um... Nathaniel.... was Remy a cook?"

Chuckling, Nathaniel said, “I don't know, Mark.”  He thought he was adorable over there, though.  “What are you making?”

"Uh... crème brulé?" he said looking at the recipe book.  "It's supposed to be fabulous stuff."

Smiling broadly, he said, “Oh, yes!  I have had that before.”

"Um... do you think we could ask him?  Remy, I mean?"

Looking over at him, Nathaniel said, “I... I suppose you could...” and he was suddenly edgy, wondering if this was Mark’s subtle way of telling him that he wanted to go back to the mansion.

"Cool.  I'm gonna go call him... we have their number, right?" he asked.  Mark went to the phone and looked up the number in Nathaniel's contact book and called the mansion up.  The phone rang twice and a student answered out of breath.  "Xavier's school!—ah, stop that," they shouted playfully at someone on the other end of the phone.  "Err... fer Gifted Youngsters.  Student speaking," they giggled.            

Mark smiled and asked, "Is Remy Le Beau there?"

The student said quickly, "Lemme check," and was silent for a while. 

Remy was walking into the kitchen when a student rushing around ran up to him.  "Uh—Mr. Le Beau, there's a phone call for you."                                

"F’ me?" he asked and then went to the phone with the child when they nodded.   "Thanks,” he said after he picked up the receiver and the child scurried off.  "Dis is Le Beau," he said.

Not wanting to... monitor him, Nathaniel sort of hung around while Mark was on the phone anyway.  "Remy!  It's Mark.  Do you know how to cook?"  Mark smiled at Nathaniel over the receiver.                                   

Remy was silent for a second looking oddly off into space.  "Oui... I know how t' cook.  Why?"                                          

"Well, actually I wanted to know if you could come down and teach me."   Mark held his breath on the other side of the phone, Remy could tell.                                                             "Ooookay.  Why not?  I don' 'xactly have transportation all de way to Antarctica dough....."                                   

"That's okay.  Nathaniel will come and get you," he said excitedly.  He was like a kid planning a sleepover.  Remy smiled at the thought.                                                  

Chuckling into the receiver, Remy said, "All right.  Y' got y'self a teacher."  Remy rubbed his face.  "Tell Nathaniel I be out in de back yard when he want me.  When is he gonna come pick me up?"

"Nathaniel, when can we go get Remy?"  Mark's excited face was nearly turning red.

Blinking at him, Nathaniel said, “Uhhhh....  Wh...” as he certainly had no desire whatsoever to pick up Remy and he swallowed a little because he knew it would make Mark happy if he did and he was completely enthralled by him.  “When...  Whenever he is ready....”

"Nathaniel's gonna get you whenever you're ready, so just lemme know."  Mark said happily, and his voice brimming with pride.                    

"All right.... tell 'im dat I'll be ready an' waitin' in an hour."

Mark nodded, then said, "Okay.  I'll tell 'im.  See you soon!" he said and hung up the phone, then looked at Nathaniel.  He was practically hopping up and down.  Raising his eyebrows at Mark, Nathaniel couldn’t help but smile a little.

Hanging up the phone, Remy was going to skip breakfast for the sake of not getting fat as a cooking tutor and went off to the boathouse.  He would need to tell Logan he was taking off before hand.

 

 

Sitting out on the dock with Creed, Logan was drinking beer and throwing rocks in the lake as Remy headed outside.  Remy stepped up to them and swallowed before settling down.  "Hey, cher... Creed," he greeted stiffly.  He was squatting beside Logan on the dock.

Smiling, Logan said, “Hey, darlin’.”  Goddamn yer lookin’ good.  “Good ta see ya.”

"Tanks, cher.  Look... Mark asked me ta go see 'im, so I'm gonna be gone fer a while," he said looking at Logan's thigh.

Completely startled by that, Logan asked, “Mark?  Is he back?”

"Non... he's... still in Antarctica."  Remy's voice was kind of quiet.

Panicking a little, Logan asked, “Remy...   Wh… What’re ya doin’?”

"Apparently I'm teachin' 'im how t' cook.  Don' worry.  I won' be gone longer dan a week."  He also wanted to assure Logan that he wouldn't cheat on him, but he knew that it would be kind of a wasted effort.  Consoling Logan about his lovers cheating on him was just... not accomplished.  He was relationship paranoid.

“Why are you goin' there, Remy?”  Sinister's there, for fucks sake!  “We can't trust him yet!”

Blinking a little, Remy said, "Logan... he won' hurt me.  Even if he were to go all insane again... I can handle Sinister.  Right now, he's Essex an' he's feelin' tings, so as long as dat's de case, I'll be fine.  Soon as he stops feelin' I'm draggin' Mark's ass outta dere."  He decided to make his offering of fidelity to him anyway.  Leaning in to Logan's ear he said quietly, so Creed couldn't hear, "An' I belong t' you, Logan.  I won' let anybody else touch me."  But he didn't touch Logan, either.  He was on Creed's time after all.

Wincing, Logan hadn’t wanted that out in the open, and he stood up and crossed his arms.  “Fine.  So you...  fine.”  Remy stood when Logan did and nodded to him.  He wanted to hug him good bye... but he wasn't sure what was or wasn't allowed.  Remy's jaw worked trying to figure out how to ask for a hug.

Logan had thought they were all going to talk about it and now Remy was just running off... well... it wasn’t like Logan hadn’t done that before and he looked over at him.  “When ya leavin’?”

"In about forty-five minutes," he said.

Swallowing, Logan said, “Ok.  You should get ready then.”

Remy shrugged.  "Just goin' wid what I got on m' back."  Although, he could carry a bunch of stuff in his coat.  You wouldn't believe the stuff he's hidden in there.

“You're gonna be gone for a week an' yer leavin' with just one change a clothes?”

"Mark an' I are de same size—"  Remy shrugged.

“You're taller,” he said just because he was sort of pissy, but he was trying to get over it.

Really, Remy hadn't thought about clothes or anything.  He also figured that Nathaniel could make whatever.  He had that replication technology after all.  "Am I?"  Remy hadn't really noticed, but he supposed for the short period of time that he'd seen Mark, he was concentrating on his face and just assumed that they would be the same.  Wonder what else is different, he thought silently.  "Well, anyway, it's not somethin' I gotta worry about."

Sighing, Logan shifted a little.  “Okay, then.”  Awkwardly Logan glanced over at Creed for a second.  Theron was staring out at the lake, trying to give them a little privacy, but he felt Logan's eyes on him and turned to him questioningly.

Giving him a small smile, Logan looked back at Remy.  “You just… be careful, all right?  An' come home if anythin's amiss, yeah?  No matter what.”

Remy nodded.  He wanted to do some tests on the limitation of the bond, but he didn't know how to ask that... especially not in front of Creed.  "I will, cher."  He looked over at Creed and figured that he was on his time, so he had better skedaddle.  "See y'," he said and started walking off.  "Bye, Creed," and he was off across the lawn.  Maybe he would go pack a few things.  Remy was really without his head lately.

“Hey!” he reached out and grabbed Remy’s sleeve, and pulled him into a soft kiss and held him in his arms.  “If…  If ya get lonely or anythin', too...  We can come an’ pick ya up.”

Relieved by the kiss Remy smiled at Logan.  "Tanks, cher.  I keep dat in mind."  He didn't know how he was going to fair for a week without Logan around the mansion to say nothing of in Antarctica, but... this was the test period, so he might as well try everything out.

Nodding, Logan reluctantly let him go, feeling very nervous about this whole thing.  Remy smiled at Logan again and stepped away from him slowly and headed back to the mansion.  He was glad he had stopped by, otherwise Logan would have been more pissed than he'd probably ever seen him.

 

 

Theron relaxed on the dock, staring at the sun.  It was steadily getting warmer and he was sure the Cajun would like that... when he got back.  Staring up at Logan, Theron thought about just how far along he'd come.  He smiled at his lover... someone who until recently, he had seen as his husband.  Lately... things had become more complicated than that.

Noticing his gaze, Logan went over and sat next to him giving him a firm kiss on his shoulder.  Smirking, Theron grabbed Logan's face and pulled him in for a kiss.  Kissing back, Logan looped an arm around his neck, smiling.  “How ya feelin'?”

"Good, how 'bout you?" he asked.  Really, he thought that the weeks that he was going to be able to spend with Logan by himself were going to be absolute heaven, but he wouldn't make Logan feel bad by saying that because... he just knew he would get upset if he said anything like that.  The ultimate high would be accompanied by ultimate lows and all of them knew that.  Probably Remy most of all at that very moment.  He didn't want to make Logan feel guilty.

Stroking his chest, Logan rested his head against Theron’s shoulder, not knowing how to breach the topic that was on his mind.  Starting several times, Logan ended up choking it back, trying to find the best phrasing possible.  Finally he gave up and just said, “Ya still haven't told me why ya cut yerself.”

Theron let out a breath that sounded like a sigh of defeat.  "Wasn't gonna if I could help it," he said mildly.

“Well, tough shit, I'm askin’.”  He told Theron he wouldn't let it drop.

"I guess the situation just felt... hopeless... ya know?" he asked.  His feelings about that were still pretty jumbled, but he remembered the forceful helplessness of the moment when Logan yelled at him and stormed out.  What Logan said stung him.  He had wanted Remy and Logan knew that, but he knew that Logan would be even more upset with him if he did try anything with the kid.  It was still confusing to him, not being able to love the kid, but being asked all the time to acknowledge what a prize Logan had.  There was jealousy in that moment too.  Especially when Remy ran out to him.  Theron couldn't follow... and Remy could go and comfort him and cement his relationship with Logan.

Reaching up, Logan stroked his face with his fingertips.  “You were pissed cause I yelled atcha?”

"Yeah..." he mumbled.  Of course I was, Logan.  Ya think you can just yell at me like I'm a brick wall?  Theron examined his feelings closer as he waited for what Logan would say to that.

“Pissed enough ya had ta do that t' yerself....?” he asked.  “What, we never fight before?”

It wasn't fair!  None of this was fair!  Logan tried ta make it, but it just wasn't possible!  He needed Logan, couldn't he see that?  "No... we fought... just never like this.  We fought about different things...."  I never had ta fight ta get yer attention before, Logan.  Wait—was that it?  Was what he wanted Logan's attention?  Gods, maybe that was it.  Theron felt shame creep up on his face.  Was he that childish?

Seeing the color rise in him, but not sensing any anger, Logan sat up to look at him better and tugged on a lock of his hair.  “What?  Theron, what?”

Theron wanted Logan's concern, but how could he have gotten it when he was the one making the mistakes?  He couldn't get Logan to feel concern for him if Logan was angry at him....  He really didn't want to tell Logan that was why he did it... but what else was there?  He had never had cause to hurt himself, they both knew that.  "Gods, Logan... I think I..."  He couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth!

Cradling his head and kissing him over and over, Logan wanted to reassure him that Logan loved him and he could talk to him.  “Tell me...”

Expression turning to sheer pain when Logan kissed him Theron kissed back, but let go of him and drew himself into a near fetal position.  "I think I was... childish," he said very quietly.  Would Logan hate him for manipulating him like that?  Theron cringed expecting an outburst from Logan.

Nodding a little, Logan had thought as much.  Folding his arms around him in his little crouch, Logan kissed his ear.  “Ya scared the shit outta Remy.”  Logan knew his healing factor was so incredibly fast, he could've hardly felt the wounds he inflicted.

That was all Logan had to say?  What was that?  He wasn't mad?  Had he not been worried?  Why had he feigned it then?  Well... hadn't Theron wanted him to be concerned?  Or was Logan just thinking about it more now and thinking that could have been the only reason?  "S-sorry," he said a little unsteadily.  Was he going to get in trouble for that now that he didn't have a damned good reason for trying something stupid like that?

Stroking his hair, Logan sighed heavily.  “Nah... It's legitimate...  I mean...  Next time ya could just ask 'er somethin’...” he said stroking his hand over Theron’s for a moment.  “Read up a bit.  On those kids that cut themselves, y'know?  Said that the pain from the cuttin' was the only thing that made them feel alive.”  Nuzzling his shoulder, Logan said, “Was afraid y' went feral again...  But y' seemed so normal afterwards, couldn't figure it out....”

Theron nodded.  Logan had been thinking about it then.  A lot it seemed.  "I didn't think I could ask..." Theron said and he hadn't.  He thought that because Logan was angry at him that his feelings were... less valid and he couldn’t ask for Logan’s attention. 

“Y' c'n always ask, darlin’...”  Kissing his head, Logan curled up around him.  “Always ask....”

 

 

 

Setting up a spare bedroom in Antarctica, Nathaniel made sure it had a fireplace.  Mark was trotting around, making sure the kitchen was organized and practically giggling with joy.  He and Remy hadn't left on all that great a terms, but he did just... he felt like a brother. 

At the appropriate time, Remy was waiting on the field behind Xavier's with a small duffle bag full of all his published cooking knowledge, some toiletries and a change of clothes.

Smiling at Mark’s enthusiasm, Nathaniel said, “I suppose I should go retrieve Le Beau...”

Mark smiled at Nathaniel.  "Should I come?"

“If you wish.  And as long as you promise to not make a break for it...” he smiled a little like he was kidding but... he actually meant it.

Mark laughed.  "You got it," his eyes sparkled at Nathaniel.  Smiling, Nathaniel got ready to open the tesseract.  Mark held Nathaniel's hand excitedly.  He didn't know what this was going to be like, but he figured it would be fun.  Opening the tesseract Nathaniel stepped through it, keeping Mark under his arm.

Remy watched the dark hole appear and two familiar figures step out.  He smiled tentatively at the bright flash of teeth he received from Mark.  Stepping over to them, Remy held his breath as he stepped toward the gloom.  Taking Remy’s hand, Nathaniel pulled Remy into the tesseract and there they were again: Antarctica.

Feeling dizzy and nauseous and stretched thin, Remy examined where he thought was stretched thin, noting that the bond he held with Logan was much thinner across the distance.  It looked like a spider's web, stretching into forever from where he was.  He concentrated hard and sent vibrations of love along it, hoping that Logan wasn't feeling this disoriented.  Last time he had felt disoriented, but he could have sworn it was from whatever drugs Sinister gave him or maybe their bond hadn’t developed at that point.

 

 

 

Leaning heavily on the table inside all of a sudden, Logan moaned out, “Whoa...”

Theron looked over at Logan.  "You okay?  What's wrong, Logan?" he looked really worried.

“Nothin’, just...” he leaned his head down, feeling like he might throw up.  He could feel Remy across the line, knowing that was why he was so dizzy.

 

 

 

Taking a few deep breaths, Remy tried to accustom himself to the over taxed feeling.  He looked up at Mark from his crouched position and just then realized that he was acting weird.  Clearing his throat, he said, "Sorry.  Little disorientin'."

Mark nodded, but grimaced.  "Are you going to be okay here?"  The trip hadn't done that to him, either direction.

Raising his eyebrows, Nathaniel asked, “Should I have a look at you, Remy?”

Shaking his head, Remy looked at Nathaniel.  "It's just m' link wid Logan.  Tink it got stretched too fast.  It's still in repa—uh... it ain' so strong now." he said catching himself.

Suddenly fascinated, he asked, “You have a link with Logan?  An emotional link?”

"Uh... oui.  We... just found out," he grimaced.  They hadn't found out in a good way, either.

“That's...  That's fascinating!  It was unintentional?”

Remy nodded, looking at the floor.  At his interested tone though, Remy looked up to him.  Why wasn't he being all depressing?  "Uh... y' in a good mood, Nathaniel... what's de deal?"

“Well, it's...  I've never heard of an empathetic link before... It's...” suddenly Nathaniel itched to make notes.  “Excuse me,” and he leapt off to his lab.

Chuckling at Nathaniel's behavior Remy looked over at Mark.  "An' you put up wid dis?" he asked incredulously.                        

Smiling at Remy, Mark said, "He doesn't do this to me."              

Remy humphed and crossed his arms over his chest.  "Guess I'm jus' lucky den."

Nathaniel came back a little later with a notepad and a pen in one pocket in case Remy said anything fascinating.  Mark giggled when Nathaniel came back with his pen and paper hidden away like he dint' intend on taking notes.                                   

“Shall I show you your room, then?  That is, assuming you can stay the night?” he asked only half intending to make that sound like Remy was a middle-schooler.

"Sure," he said following Nathaniel into the complex that looked for all the world like a regular house  "I can stay.  For a week, at most.  It depends on how much dere is t' do wid m' new student," he said looking at Mark. 

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “I suspect you will be missing Logan by that time, too.”

Remy looked over to a random corner of the house and mumbled, "Missed him before I left, so I guess dere ain' much difference."

“Trouble in paradise?” he asked, unable to help it; he was born nosy.  Opening the door for Remy to his guest room, he gestured inside.

"Only paradise when Logan an' I get to be alone," Remy muttered stepping into the room throwing his things on the bed.  He noted the fire place and smiled a little.  "Dat was toughtful," he said pointing to the hearth.

“I assume Creed is still in the picture?”  He felt the itch to take out his notepad and take notes on Remy’s personal life, too.  Remy nodded.  He wanted to talk about it, but he didn't want to deal with the reactions he would get from Nathaniel if he did.  Nathaniel was bound to tease him about how he could have stayed there with him instead.   “Hmmm...” he nodded a little, restraining himself from saying 'interesting'.  “Would you like to see the kitchen?”

Hiding a snort by smirking, Remy had almost forgotten why he'd come; he had felt so much like he was fleeing out of necessity.  He nodded and followed Nathaniel.

Reaching out to takes Mark's hand in his, Nathaniel noticed that he had been quiet.  “I have any sort of kitchen device you might need.”

Remy noticed the hands and his eyebrows flew up.  "What de hell?" he asked.  Weren't they like—father and son?  Sliding his shields down just a touch, he got the affection pouring off of both of them.  They were lovers!

Looking back at him, Nathaniel raised his eyebrow.  “I beg your pardon?” he asked, a little cool, daring him to make something of it.

"Uh... are you two... an item?" he asked, trying to make sure he was getting the signals clear.  He wasn't going to bring up the parent/creator-like relationship they had.   Nathaniel would get pissed to no end if he had decided that his relationship with Mark was okay.

Looking over at him, still being a little chilly, Nathaniel said, “Very astute, Le Beau.”

A tentative smile came over Remy's lips.  "So... de kitchen's cool, hunh?" he said stepping over to follow them, changing the subject on purpose.

Looking over at Mark to make sure that didn't upset him, Nathaniel said, “Whatever we have is at your disposal.”

Except f' de sex.  Few!  Can feel de heat from here.  Yow.  That could have just been Nathaniel getting pissed at him, but he wasn't going to let down his shields again to find out.  Mark was looking pretty red over there, blushing like a tomato.  "Tanks," he said and stepped into the kitchen.  "Nice," he said looking around at the clean space.

Looking over at Mark, Nathaniel smiled a little and stroked his cheek, because blushing was cute.  “If you want for any ingredients, you need only ask.”

Remy nodded.  "Okay."  Remy's smile widened at the cheek brush that made Mark look like a neon sign.  He was obviously not used to showing affection in front of company.  Remy could tell that even here, it would be a long week.  If they didn't stop expressing their affection for each other—scratch that—Remy was just going to have to masturbate nightly.  This was ridiculous

Stroking Mark’s back, Nathaniel suspected he was a little scared of Remy.  “Do you want to start right away or would you rather settle in first?”

Mark looked at Remy, then at Nathaniel and asked, "Could we maybe settle in first?"  His voice was kind of timid.  Remy smiled at Mark's shyness. 

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “Perhaps I should leave you two alone...  You must have much to talk about.”

Mark nodded and his eyes were locked onto Nathaniel until he left the kitchen.  Going straight to his lab, Nathaniel went to start adding this new information to his profile on Remy.

Remy smiled at him and went over to a counter and leapt up on it to sit down.  "So... how did you two get t'geder?"  

"I—uh... I guess I kinda forced him into it," Mark said looking at the floor.  Remy recognized the expression of shame on his own face.

"Dat ain' exactly fair," Remy said.                                             

"I know, but I love him so much!" Mark tried to explain.                

Remy smiled.  "Non, I meant dat ain' exactly fair t' you.  If Nathaniel didn' want t' be wid y', he wouldn'."  Remy suddenly wondered nervously if Mark knew about Nathaniel and him.

Mark looked at Remy.  "I guess you're right...."                               

"When it comes to Nathaniel—Remy's always right."  He couldn't afford to be wrong.  That had cost him too much the one time he was wrong about him.  Come to think of it, he would want to periodically check and see his emotional status for his own safety.  He'd have to ask Nathaniel about that... just to be polite—like Emma said. 

 

 

 

Still feeling considerably woozy, with his head resting on the table, Logan had taken it for his pillow for a few minutes.  Worriedly watching Logan resting, Theron rubbed gently at his back.  Still, he couldn’t believe that he had him to himself—completely now, for a week.  On the other hand, if Logan didn't get used to this nausea then he didn't know what he would be able to do.  "You gonna be okay, Logan?" 

Grumbling, he muttered, “Yeah... just gimme a minute.”

"Take yer time.  You need anythin'?  Want... like..."  what did people do for nausea?  "Dramamine, er somethin'?"  Didn't people use tea for stuff like this?  "Er—tea?"  He was obviously fumbling.

Grinning, Logan started chuckling.  “Theron, shut up.”  Theron looked at the ceiling and shut his trap, but he kept rubbing Logan’s back.  He would keep at it until he asked him to stop.  Slowly sitting up, Logan said, “I'm okay,” swallowing hard.  “I'm good.”

Theron's hands just rested on Logan's shoulders and he pulled him close.  "What was that?" he asked softly.  He knew that if Logan refused to answer again that he would just have to let it go, but he hoped that Logan would be more understanding about his concern for his lover.

Shaking his head, he said, “It's just... that thing...  That... bond.  It hurts...”

"Hurts?" he asked getting angry at Remy for leaving.  "What the fuck is he doin' makin' you hurt?"  Theron got up and was going to march over to the mansion to figure out where Remy went in Antarctica and get his ass back up in New York.

Grabbing Theron’s belt loop, he said, “Naw, Creed... It's just a ...  It's gettin' better, I just wasn't expectin' it...”  Blinking for a few seconds, he said, “Sorry, mean Theron.”

Theron's growl lowered and he stepped back over to Logan, wrapping him in his huge arms.  "When that kid comes back, he ain't leavin' again," Theron growled.

Snorting, Logan said, “Aw, stoppit.  I'm fine.”  He didn’t move from Theron’s arms though, because they were nice and strong.  “We should ah...  Look inta getting’ you an apartment.”

Theron nodded.   He would need a new name though.  "Need a new identity.  Fer background checks an' stuff." 

Sighing, Logan said, “Oh, yeah... That could take some doin'.”

"So... how do you figure we go about doin' that?"  Theron had some old connections, but did he really want to go and see them... when he was trying to behave?

Smirking a little, Logan said, "We go about makin' some calls is all... C'mon, we must've changed identities before now?" Logan said pulling away a little to look at Theron.

"Well, yeah, but it was a hell of a lot easier when people just didn't keep track of who ya were or where ya came from.  Ya didn't need a birth certificate ta get a job until the last hundred years."

"Well, we'll just get ya a job with some illegal immigrants where they don't care that ya got no papers," he grinned at him.

"Thanks," Theron growled.  That sounded like a pile of shit and he hoped that Logan was kidding.

Chuckling, Logan asked, "Yer sure sensitive t'day, aren'tcha?"

Huffing, Theron looked away from Logan.  "Sorry."  He could feel that his emotional balance got rickety when he even thought about being without Logan...  What the hell was wrong with him?  What did those creeps at Weapon X do to him to make him so... crazy?  He was afraid that Logan wouldn't be able to stay with him...that his friends would convince him that they couldn't be together... that they would try to kill him for all he had done in the past....  Would Logan do that to him?  Would he let that happen?  Theron's teeth gritted so hard they could be heard grinding.

"Hey," he reached over, putting his hand on Theron's forearm.  "Hey, big fella, I dunno what's wrong, but ya gotta relax.…"

Theron swallowed and tried to breathe.  He looked at Logan and his arms seemed to move on their own as they grabbed Logan and pulled him close again.  "I'm sorry, Logan.  I think it might be a while before I can be without ya... remindin' me ta be myself...." instead of the maniac I was before.

Hugging him back, Logan was suddenly concerned that Creed was going to go ballistic.  "Was that a... crazy you were experiencin' there?"

"I... I think so, Logan.  Gods, I'm so scared alla time.  Now that I have you... <I can't be separated from you, Logan.  Not fer another thousand years,>" he said, switching to Greek.  "<I thought I was going to have to live without you... but now I know that you love me... and I know there are people all around us trying to pull us apart....>" 

Stroking his hips, Logan rested his head on Theron's chest.  "I ain't goin' anywhere, darlin'..."  He sighed, knowing it was too soon to expect things to be normal and held him tight.  "I'm always gonna be here..."  But I'm worried about those weeks I'm going to spend with Remy.

Theron was worried about them too.  "Logan... maybe I should spend the first couple a weeks... that yer gone... in the cell block...."  Theron couldn't believe that he was actually offering to lock him self up, but he didn't want to lose Logan, and he surely would if he went crazy and started destroying things... or killing people.  One-eye would never forgive him if he were to kill a student.

Pulling away, Logan looked up at him.  "You...  You actually think it could be that bad?  That ya'd need ta be locked up?"

"I just... don't wanna take any chances, Logan."

Theron looked into Logan's deep blue eyes.  "Not when it comes ta you."

Nodding, Logan knew this wasn't going to be easy. "You...  Ya think you can ever... y' know... recover?"  He knew that was a hard and terrible thing to ask, but he really needed to hear his response.

Clutching Logan tighter, Theron said, "I don't know. I don't know what they did ta me... I know they didn't screw with my memories, but that doesn't mean they didn't screw with my brain...  Do ya think yer doc would be willin' ta... check things out?  Er... do ya think they just wanna get ridda me?"  Maybe that Emma chick would be the one to ask.  She wasn't so mean to him whenever they talked....

"Nah...  They believe in second chances..."  At least they pretend to.  "We c'n talk ta Emma."  Especially because Theron they didn't have as many confrontations with her as Scott and everyone else and he repeated it, rubbing his back.  "We c'n talk ta Emma...  An' I'm sure Hank will have a look at ya too.…"

Theron nodded.  "Izzat somethin' we can do... t'day, y' think?" he asked a little nervously.  It might take time for them to figure it out. 

Nodding, Logan figured Creed was a little spooked by that episode he just had, and quite frankly, Logan was too.  "Yeah...  Lemme see what Emma's up to.  C'mon...."  Taking his hand, Logan led him to the living room, too uncomfortable to telepathically call Emma, so he used the phone.  Theron followed Logan, caressing his hand.

Tapping his foot, Logan waited for Emma to pick up.

"Hello," she answered.  "You have reached the desk of Co-Headmaster Emma Frost.  I am away from my desk at the moment, so please leave a detailed message and a number you may be reached at.  I will return your call as soon as I can."  A very fake, human sounding 'beep' was heard and then silence.

Grinning, Logan said, "Hi, Emma."  No one could fool someone with extra-acute hearing.

"What do you want, Logan?" she asked, slightly annoyed.  Emma made a tiny moan on the other end of the phone.

"Wonderin' if ya had a minute t'day ta help me out... Havin' problems with the big one, now."  Logan tactfully ignored the moan.

"The big—what?"  She was obviously having trouble wrapping her mind around what Logan was talking about.

"Creed!  I need yer help with Creed.  We think Weapon X might've done somethin' to 'im that wasn't so obvious, like an implant er somethin', gland manipulation, you know."  Get with it, woman!

Emma was quiet a little more, then said, "I see. Bring him up to the mansion and I'll have Hank meet us in the lab to run a full... spectrum of tests.  I'll be there in ten minutes," she said and hung up the phone.   "Scott, you are evil," she growled to him.

He smiled up at her and continued his business.

Rolling his eyes, Logan said, "That was a mental image I would best do without...  C'mon. "  Grabbing Theron's wrist, he said, "Time ta see the doctor."

Theron nodded and followed Logan out the boathouse and up to the mansion.  Taking him down into the Med Lab, Logan saw Hank had been briefed on the situation as he had all his test supplies ready.  Theron stepped into the office nervously looking around.   He looked for the furry doctor or the white queen....  

Carefully approaching, Hank eyed them both, then settled on Creed.  “What seems to be the problem?”

"Hey, doc...." Theron said looking at the exam tables, making sure they didn't have nasty looking equipment on them.  "We... wanned ta see if there was somethin'... that maybe Weapon X did ta my brain...."  He felt awfully uncomfortable about telling someone other than Logan that he felt... insane.

Folding his hands together, Hank nodded.  “You're going to have to give me a little something more to go on here.”

Theron scowled at the floor.  He started to feel angry at the doctor.  He knew who he was!  He knew the terrible things he'd done!  Why wasn't he helping him?!  He was there with Logan, making the effort, but they were making it difficult for him.  Theron's face started getting red.  He searched for words that didn't sound ridiculous, but there just... weren't any.  Not for his situation.

Putting a hand on Creed's forearm again, Logan said, “Just wonderin' if maybe they managed to over stimulate one a’ his glands er somethin’...”  Theron nodded at Logan's explanation. 

Looking over at Logan but having his senses trained on Creed, Hank was very much aware that he was angry.  “You're searching for the cause of his violent outbursts?”

Shifting a little, Logan confirmed, “Yeah.”

Theron's nails dug into the skin in his hands.  Blood was dripping onto the floor as his hands shook, clenched in fists.  Raising his eyebrows at that, Hank said, “Well, I was going to ask for a blood sample...” and he got up.  “There are a few tests I can run to measure the levels of endorphins, testosterone, inhibitors and enablers...  Scientifically it is possible that they tampered with his...”  He looked at Creed, realizing it was impolite to talk about someone as if they were not in the room.  “Your ability to control your emotions...”

Theron nodded, gathering what he was saying.  It would be nice to know if that was something that they did to him, yeah.  There would have to be something inside him though that was keeping his body off balance constantly though... because he knew that his body was constantly fixing itself....  "What do I need ta do?" he asked, tense.

“Well, more clinical blood samples would be nice...” he said, eyeing the puddle on the floor.  “And a detailed report on your behaviors.”

Theron's lip curled in a snarl and he was about to growl out that he should look up his criminal record, but not even that would come close to listing all of the things he'd done.  He would have to go over everything in great detail—live the nightmare of who he was all over again.  Theron growled in his throat looking at the Beast, who was so much like him, but so reserved it wasn't even funny.  He mocked him with his human glasses, representing his knowledge and his control.  He wanted to swipe them off his face with his claws.  Theron's claws bit harder into his palm.

“Hey...” Logan soothed, gently rubbing his shoulders.  “Relax, darlin’...  C'mon, breathe...”

Raising his eyebrows, Hank looked over at Theron.  “I have no wish to pry.  But if your body reacts certain ways to food or exercise, or if your sleep pattern fluctuates, they're all indicators of a chemical imbalance.”

Theron looked at Logan and felt... peaceful when he looked at him.  He was the most familiar and comforting force in his life....  Logan would save him, he knew it.  He didn't want to look away from Logan's deep eyes.  Realizing that he was being talked to, Theron looked away from Logan, but reached out with his bloody hand for Logan's.  "My life ain't exactly had a pattern since Weapon X.  Exercise, food, sleep—they all just come when they come.  Ain't no rhyme 'er reason to it.  Not that I saw, anyway."  Theron wondered if he was going to make him write down every crime he'd done in the past fifty years.

Really having no interest in his criminal past, Hank nodded and said, “Well, I may be able to catch something you didn't.  And I wish to concentrate on the present since memory,” he said, preparing the syringe, “even unhampered memory is faulty by nature...”  Handing the rubber tubing to Logan to tie around Creed because he didn’t think Creed would appreciate him doing it, Hank turned back to the needle.

Taking the tube from Hank, Logan stared at it a moment, then got the drift and went to tie it around Creed's bicep.  Theron watched and nodded in understanding.  "Ya want me ta keep a journal er somethin'?" he asked uncertainly.  Or was he just going to observe him in the lab fer days at a time?

Nodding, Hank said, “Just quick notes on what you eat, when you fall asleep, when you wake, your exercise regime, particular bouts of irritability...  That sort of thing.  Anything you feel is important...”  Watching Logan prepare Theron’s vein, Hank wouldn’t ask him to take the sample.  Holding the syringe up for Theron to see, Hank asked, “Is it all right if I do this?”  He didn’t want him freaking out.

Theron nodded and tried to relax as the needle was inserted.  He could take pain.  That wasn't a problem.  If he had been injecting something, he would have been more nervous, but since the thing was empty, there wasn't a problem.  Carefully, Hank sucked the blood into the cylinder, then neatly removed the needle.  He was very good at this, having been doing it for years, and he took the tube from Logan.

Theron didn't have a problem with the blood taking.  The guy was gentle, which was nice of him.  "Okay.  So... now we just wait fer results an' I start keepin' notes?" he asked.  He wondered if there were other tests he was going to be asked to do.

“For now, yes.  I don't want to try anything until I have a basic idea of your chemistry.”

Theron nodded.  Emma walked in and was looking a bit... ruffled.  Her hair was a little messed up and her low cut collar was a bit crooked.  She cleared her throat as she entered.  "What is the status of our guest?" she asked to both Beast and Logan.

Wincing at the smell of sex on her, Logan didn’t want to smell that!!

Politely ignoring her state, Hank said, “So far I've yet to come to any conclusions.”

Theron lifted an eyebrow and looked at Emma oddly.  Emma looked to Logan to see if he couldn't get any information out of him.  "What are the concerns?" she asked. 

Hank shuffled off because this was not his area and quite frankly... he didn’t want to hear it.

“Well... Ah... We were wonderin' if Weapon X mighta’ altered him in ways other than memory...”

"Ah.  That' is entirely possible.  On my initial scan of him, I did not look for such things.  Why don't you two come to the Danger Room with me so we can see what else might have been tampered with.  My office is not yet fully repaired," she explained. "That way we can let Henry work in peace."

Getting up, Logan kept a hold of Creed's hand, following Emma and muttering to him, “How ya doin’?”

"Okay, I guess," he muttered.  He followed Emma to the Danger Room and was pretty sure that they were messing with his head there just in case he went crazy—which he might.  Theron squeezed Logan's hand as they entered.

Squeezing back, Logan muttered, “Yer okay...  I'm not goin' anywhere...”  He understood Theron must feel pretty vulnerable.  Theron looked at Emma as she closed the doors behind them and locked them.  He bet she would have said it was for privacy, but he wasn't going to bring it up.  He knew he was dangerous.  There was just no getting around it.  For a long time, he prided himself on being dangerous.  Maybe he still was proud of that....  After looking at it, he supposed it would depend on how Logan felt about it. 

Emma approached them and said, "It will be easier if you make yourself comfortable.  Computer—program, boathouse environment."  The surroundings changed to be the boathouse, although the furniture was arranged a little differently.  "Please sit," she said indicating the couch for the both of them, while Emma took the recliner opposite them.

Sighing, Logan thought this was going to be rough, and he sat down next to Creed on the sofa, fingers still linked in his.

"Now then, I won't be able to look for chemical differences in you, but I will be able to look for thought pattern differences.  This could be an indication that there was a chemical influence and that priority is given to the chemical that produces anger or that particular neuro-pathways have been blocked.  There is no way to tell that unless we look inside your brain, but I will leave that for Dr. McCoy.  Right now I just want to see where everything changed.  Please go back in your memory to that time period and I'll track everything from there.  Just relax," she said as she leaned back in her chair and left her body, noticeably.

Stroking Creed's hair gently, Logan decided they were going to be using conditioner on him from now on.

Theron was thinking about the time he had been asked to look at and how his world revolved around Logan.  They had just finished their military training with flying colors—because that's what they did, and things seemed to be going fine...  Then they were asked about their healing abilities by someone who had been too nosy into their hospital time.  Logan was taken first.  He had tried to evade them, but they just—took him.  Victor had tried to follow them, but he didn't know where they went.  He had been looking frantically for Logan, following what was left of his scent.  After days of travel into the mountains, Victor remembered finding Logan out in the forest.  Feral.  Logan didn't recognize him.  Victor tried to go to him, but he wouldn't let him near him.  Logan didn't recognize his scent.  Victor had been crushed and went off in search of who had done this so he could try and find a cure for Logan's... vacant state of mind......

What he found was an installation that was crawling with soldiers and he was grabbed and taken, just like Logan had been.  He remembered having the adamantium infused into his bones.... all of the pain.  He couldn’t tell if they were injecting him with anything besides the adamantium—it was all just—pain.   There was nothing for a while after that.  Then people had started talking to him.  Telling him how they knew about his lover.  Telling him that his lover hated him now for letting him be captured.  Telling him he was worthless.  Beating him.  He had been able to take the pain for a long time, but the anger was suffocatingly strong, especially when they would talk about Logan.  They showed him pictures of him with women.  A Native American with long hair, a brunette, a red head. 

In hind sight, Theron could see that these were photos that had been manipulated, but such technology wasn't common place back then.  Victor could do nothing but believe that Logan was with all these women... when his lover was being beaten in a cage and he was free.  His thoughts were chaotic—running around in circles of logic and illogic that left him feeling confused and dizzy.

Watching his lover while he went through with this, Logan hoped Emma knew what she was doing because this stuff looked pretty brutal.  Keeping his hand locked in Creed's, Logan hoped the continued contact would comfort him.

When he was set loose, he was told that he could have revenge on his lover... after he worked for them.  The first time out, it wasn't much more than an assassination, but when he got back—they used something on him he hadn't experienced before.  Ecstasy in a bottle.  His mission was complete and he went back to his bunk... and they gave him an instant reward.  The process was just an electrical stimulation, but it was incredible and had made Victor cream his uniform.  "Wasn't that better than some unfaithful lover?"  The man who said that wasn't alive two seconds later, but he supposed he was too valuable to just throw away, so they were more careful about the things they said to him after that. 

They didn't have control of him for very long, and after he broke loose, he was searching for something to make him whole.  A rush—pleasure—the glow—anything.  His actions were relatively well known after that, and he had been angry at Logan for a long time.  Then he started to think about Logan and confronted him when he wasn't feral.  He still had no memory of Victor.  Then he heard about a man who was working to revive memories that were lost and he had a glimmer of hope of getting his lover back.

Emma had seen enough.  She came out of Theron's mind and swallowed, trying to regain her composure.  She had seen things she really didn't want to, but it explained a lot. 

Still trailing fingers through Creed's hair, Logan had him cradled against him despite his bulk.

"Theron... although the chemical side of this remains to be seen, you were brainwashed to a certain extent.  My guess is that the equipment used on Logan was no longer functioning and they used other methods of control on you."  She looked at him and had some sympathy there for him.  "Until we find out what they did to you other than brain washing, there is nothing I can do for you save traditional therapy."  Theron didn't like the sound of that.

Looking between the two of them, Logan wanted to know what happened.  “You were brainwashed?”

"They... they showed me pictures a’ you, Logan...."  He hadn't told him this yet.  When he found out that the pictures were fake, it didn't matter any more... well—it still evoked emotions of anger in him, but he tried to tell himself that they weren't real.  "Pictures with women...."

“With women?”  He didn’t know what that had to do with anything.  “Why?”

"Ta... make me jealous.  'Cause I still remembered you...."

“Oh....”  He saw where that fit in with the chronology now.  “Ta make ya mad?”

Theron nodded.  He was still mad, but not at Logan.  He was mad at the people who took Logan's memory away.  His hands formed fists again and new blood flowed over the old.

Covering Theron’s hands with his, Logan rubbed them gently to try to work them open.  “It's okay...  C'mon... Relax...”  He tried to pull his nails out of his flesh, looking up at Emma and nodding at her like 'thanks, maybe you should go now'.

Emma stood and excused herself before leaving them alone.  She locked the DR doors once she was out.  Logan could open them, but Creed couldn't.

Rocking him a little, Logan rubbed his scruffy cheek against Theron’s head.

"I'm sorry, Logan," he said quietly.  "I didn' wanna be so angry at ya..."  He had been so angry that he had tried to kill him several times.

“Zat why ya tried ta kill me?  Ya thought I'd cheated on ya? Left ya ta die?” he trailed his fingers through his hair.  Theron nodded and clutched Logan.  “They do anythin' other than show ya pictures?”

"Told me ya hated me...  Locked me away in a cell without food fer days an' then would come in ta have fun with me," he growled the last sentence.

“......  Have fun with you?  They...” they raped you??  “What'd they do?”  He felt his skin prickle with anger.

"Target practice."

Swallowing, Logan had vague memories of that, of being torn to shreds with bullets.  “You know... if they ever did that ta me?”

Theron shook his head.  "I dunno fer sure.  They would have though.  They were all the type.  You were out by the time I was in though."

Sighing, Logan rubbed against him like a loving lion.  “M' sorry, baby...” he wished he could remember, or commiserate with him, anything.

"Not yer fault, Logan."  He paused and thought how he would never want to go into any sort of military service again.

“You don't remember any strange injections?”

"The adamantium," he said as if it were obvious.

Rolling his eyes at him, Logan remarked, “Thanks, Smartass.”

"I missed anythin' else they mighta put inta me," he clarified.  It was incredibly painful so there was no telling what they might have done.

“Hmmm...”  Nuzzling him, Logan asked, “How long were ya there?”

"Felt like years.  Couldda been fer all I know."

Sighing a little, Logan said, “So...  At least we know ya were brainwashed...  That's somethin’....”

"What—ya think that's encouragin'?" he asked.  He didn't think the situation was very hopeful.  What did you do to counter brainwashing anyway?

“Nah....  Not encouragin’...  Just....” he shrugged.  “Fuck it, I dunno.”  He just sagged against him and held him tight.

"Sorry," he said.  He didn't mean to be a downer.  Shaking his head, Logan didn’t have anything to say other than to offer his physical support.  Theron held Logan and didn't know what to do except wait for test results. 

 

 

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