|
|
Part 28
Sitting in the kitchen, reading while Mark and Remy goofed off, Nathaniel heard Remy ask, "Are you sure you got a knack f' dis?" looking at Mark who was slopping the contents of the bowl around the counter.
"Gimme a break! I'm not even two! Hey, Nathaniel—when's my birthday?" he asked curiously. He wasn’t sure if his real one was the same as the day given in his dream memories.
Smiling, Nathaniel said, “November 17th.”
Mark smiled. Turning to Remy, he asked, "What about you?"
Remy looked at the counter away from Mark and said, "I... don' actually know. I tink I was born some time in de summer," he said. "But m' driver's license says it's de first o' January," he smiled.
Mark felt guilty all of a sudden. He didn't know Remy didn't know what his birthday was. "Why... don't you know...?" he asked, feeling shy about asking. It was probably something horrible like his parents gave him up and he was found on somebody's doorstep.
Knowing when Remy was born and to whom, Nathaniel had no intention of ever bringing that up with him. Remy shrugged. "M' history's kinda sketchy 'bout infancy. I know I was brought up in de Collection o' one o' de Thieves in de Guild, but don' know a whole lot more dan dat."
"Collection—what?"
"Was a slave," Remy said simply, concentrating on the next ingredient in the recipe. Mark didn't say anything. He was too scared to even speak. What do you say to that??!
"Don' sweat it, Mark. It wasn' f' so long. Not like I had t' do anythin'. When I was like... five—I was in a street gang o' kids after dat... ‘til I met m' poppa at about eight."
Nathaniel was enjoying the view of Mark's bum as they spoke. Remy noticed and was having weird feelings that he couldn't describe about that. Licking his teeth a little, Nathaniel looked at the clock, wondering when he could whisk Mark away for some wild lovemaking again.
Mark was watching the bowl he was trying to stir in again, but he was feeling distracted. He could feel Nathaniel looking at him and he felt a tingling up his spine. Remy sighed as he saw Mark's eyes drift over to Nathaniel while he was stirring the mix in the bowl. Sighing, Remy said, "Okay, class dismissed." and went about cleaning up.
Sitting up, Nathaniel asked, “Already? You haven't even finished your... Ah... Whatever it is you were making...” he said distractedly as he had only been paying attention to Mark's butt, honestly.
"Yeah, well Mark doesn' know what it was eider, so you two jus' go on an' get y' distractions outta de way an' maybe we'll pick up on de crème brulé anoder time." He had looked at the recipe Mark had for crème brulé and about puked and had him start over again, but this inattention was ridiculous.
“Well, perhaps crème brulé was a bit advanced for a beginner...” Nathaniel said and folded his arms around Mark from behind, kissing his ear. “Maybe peanut butter and jelly sandwiches would be more his speed....”
Remy cringed. "Go," Remy said and shoed at them with his hands. He ignored them from that point on and cleaned up the mess and started to finish the crème brulé himself.
Mark let his hips slide back over Nathaniel's and felt his crotch. He smiled at the contact. “You don't have to clean, Remy... It will take care of itself...” Nathaniel didn’t know why he was acting so strangely, and let his hand slide down and rest on Mark's flat stomach.
"Non. I have to have somethin' ta do. Really, go an'.... do whatever it is y' were itchin' t' do." Remy didn't have to worry about checking on Nathaniel's feelings if he was going to act like a lecher all day every day.
“Very well, then. You'll be joining us for dinner, I hope?”
Remy perked up at that. "I'll make diner, if dat's okay." He really needed something to do while they were off.... enjoying each other. Remy cringed internally at the thought. Remy would have needed something to do even if he were at the mansion. He needed to distract himself. Tentatively, he sent feelings of affection to Logan down his bond and hoped that they would actually reach him given the incredible distance.
Raising his eyebrow, Nathaniel actually smiled. “Remy, I daresay you're trying to get rid of us!!” I think I've figured it out.
Remy blushed hotly. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Mark stared at Remy hurt. "Why...?" he asked.
Looking at Mark almost angrily, Remy then looked back to his task. "I can' be wid Logan dis week," he said quietly.
Feeling the sudden mood shift, Nathaniel darkened slightly. “I'm not keeping you here, Le Beau; you may come and go as you please.” He hoped he was not accusing Nathaniel of locking him up again or anything.
"What?" Remy looked at Nathaniel oddly. "I'm stayin' here so I don' have t' watch Creed an' Logan get it on." Now I have t' watch you instead. Fabulous.
Leaning against the counter, Nathaniel said, “So you're experimenting with monogamy on a weekly basis?”
Remy sighed. "We're tryin' t' keep from killin' each oder, yeah."
Quite frankly, he was flummoxed Creed hadn't torn Remy to shreds yet. “Well, I wish you the best...” He would suggest cloning Logan, but suspected that wouldn't go over well. “Things must be rather tense.”
"Dat's why I'm here," he said. He wished they would just take their sappy relationship into the bedroom where he wouldn't have to see it, but he guessed that that was being a bit cruel. Continuing to cook, Remy tried to ignore them. Mark looked at Remy sympathetically.
Nodding, Nathaniel said, “If you need anything, there are makers in every room at your disposal...” Rubbing the small of Mark's back, Nathaniel started out of the room. “We'll leave you to your thoughts...”
Nodding, Remy was grateful that Nathaniel finally got the hint. Mark followed Nathaniel out of the kitchen and once they were alone he asked, "Is something going on that I haven't caught onto?" Remy seemed very disturbed by their relationship, just from his reactions. He could tell he was tense, but something just seemed off.
Raising his eyebrow, Nathaniel asked, “In regards to what?”
"Well... Remy seems to... be uncomfortable around us... I mean, our relationship. What do you think is wrong?"
“Well, he's an empath... So he can probably feel our desire... It seems to make him uncomfortable....”
"Oh...." Mark said. "I don't want to make him uncomfortable... Is there anything we can do?"
“Well... I think we need to give him his alone time when he asks for it...” Taking him into the bed room, Nathaniel flopped down on his large bed and pulled Mark down with him.
Mark smiled at him. "Is this far enough away do you think? For his empathy?" he asked, kissing Nathaniel deeply.
“Mmmhmmm...” he said folding his arms around Mark, kissing back, very, very addicted to him and he stroked up and down his back pawing his bottom.
"Good," he muttered against Nathaniel's lips and ground his hips into Nathaniel's. He could feel himself hardening at the feeling of rubbing against Nathaniel. He was so good to feel. Mark was feeling a little more okay with not having Remy's abilities to feel what others were feeling... otherwise he might have to feel Remy's hurt and that would be bad. Pushing his clothes off, Nathaniel licked his chest and nipples, pushing Mark’s jeans down his legs.
"Oh... Nathaniel," he moaned, and grabbed onto his hair as Nathaniel licked at Mark's chest.
Folding Mark to him, Nathaniel stroked down his body and kissed him wetly. “Do you like having him here so far?” He was interested to know if Remy could feel them.
Smiling, Mark replied, "Yeah. I think he's kind of upset right now, but... he feels like family... I don't know why that is. And he's fun to be around."
Smiling, Nathaniel knew Remy was quite charming... which was part of why Nathaniel wanted him so badly. “Not a very good teacher, though?” he asked, nibbling on Mark’s neck.
"Not when he doesn't complete the lesson, no," Mark giggled, but inhaled deeply at the nibble, leaning back so his neck could be exposed for his lover.
“Mmmmm....” he cradled Mark’s neck, making a feast of it. “You're gorgeous covered in flour....”
"Mmm...." Mark moaned. "I'll have to make sure we do lots of baking then," he smiled and ground his hips into Nathaniel's again.
Grinning and nuzzling him, Nathaniel was surprised he hadn’t been disgusted by his slimy-old-man ways. “Does Remy know you coveted his lover?”
"Who, Logan? Um...." Mark blushed. "I don't know." Mark hadn't asked, but Remy didn't seem to be mad at him, so he didn't think so....
Smiling, Nathaniel thought it would only be a matter of time before Remy knew, since he was an empath, but just kissed Mark and stroked his back. “What would you like, precious?”
"Mmm... I think I want to be on top.... Is that okay?" he asked shyly.
Blinking a little, Nathaniel wondered if that meant he wanted to fuck him in the ass. “The... top?”
"Yeah," Mark said, smiling. "I want you inside me while I ride that magnificent cock of yours," he cooed.
Jaw dropping a little Nathaniel’s silver cock went stiff as iron. “You... Are you ready for that?” They had only just played before.
"I... That's what I've been thinking about... craving...." He had been craving it ever since he saw Logan and Creed... but he wanted Nathaniel.
“You've never... done anything like that before, have you?” he asked, his hands all over him, so turned on by the idea.
"Um... no... I haven't...." But Logan seemed to like it so much! He had been so turned on by the sounds that burly man was making.
“You know it will... it will hurt.”
Mark was brought out of his reverie at those words. "It will?" he asked. Logan hadn't seemed to be having any pain.... and Victor was big!
Nodding, Nathaniel ran a finger over Mark’s cheek. “Not much pain, I don't think. If I am very careful with you...” which of course he would be.
Mark swallowed. "Why... does it hurt?" he asked perplexed.
Smiling, Nathaniel said, “Because you're very fragile there… and very, very tight...”
"Oh..." he said shakily. The tight part actually sounded.... really hot. Suddenly he wanted Nathaniel in him more than anything. "That means it will feel good for you, right?" he asked, turned on at the thought of making Nathaniel come.
“Well.... yes.” Oh, god, yes. “But I don't want you hurt... We'd have to open you gently...” Kissing his lips softly, he continued, “Which I can't do...” explaining by showing him the talons on his hands.
Mark looked at his hands and started. He hadn't noticed talons on his hands, and he wondered why he had them. "Why do you...?" he asked concerned.
Smiling a little sadly, he said, “I've been... modified so many times I can't properly remember when these came in...”
"Oh..." Mark said sadly. "Don't... don't worry about it Nathaniel. I'll do it. You can watch me. Just... tell me what I need to do," he said caressing Nathaniel's face.
Really liking the idea of watching him, Nathaniel rolled him to the side and got to undressing him pretty fast. Mark was surprised at how quickly his clothes were removed. He kept his chuckle in and knelt on the bed presenting his ass for Nathaniel's viewing when he was naked.
“Oh.... Well....” all intellectual thought sort of went out of the window, and he was shocked and horribly turned on by how willing Mark was. “Um... You...” he just leaned forward and drove his tongue into him, too desirous to do much else.
"Ah!!!" Mark shouted. It tickled and felt so good; he didn’t know what to do! He pushed back to Nathaniel and his hole twitched sporadically, hoping to be filled. He panted with the new feeling overwhelming him.
Pushing his tongue deeply into him, Nathaniel stroked his stomach and pulled on his cock a little, hoping to drive him insane with pleasure, his cock nearly bursting through his trousers.
"God, Nathaniel!" Mark shouted. He couldn't believe how good it felt! This was going to hurt? he questioned in disbelief.
Struggling with his own clothes, Nathaniel licked and kissed Mark’s hole, finally turning him onto his back when Nathaniel was naked, and he sucked on Mark’s nipple. “Now... Push a finger in...” he instructed, holding his legs apart.
Mark slipped a hand under his drawn up legs and felt his smooth cheek as he felt for the hole. The wet surface made it slide nicely and he experimented with pushing in. There was resistance that felt like it could have been painful if he hadn't relaxed his muscles there the moment he felt resistance. The momentary discomfort evaporated and he slid the finger all the way inside him, feeling the texture of his own insides.
Nuzzling him for a moment before going to his dresser to retrieve the lube, Nathaniel was walking oddly with his enormous hard-on bobbing before him. “Slide it in and out... Like it's me...” he said when he got back to the bed kissing Mark’s neck, opening the tube.
Mark was excited by the instructions and imagined that his finger was Nathaniel... but then he realized that Nathaniel was so much bigger than his finger... and just the finger felt big inside him. "How... how are you going to fit?" he asked. Did he actually stretch that far?
Smiling, Nathaniel, said, “We open you, pet.” Gently pulling his finger out, Nathaniel used the lube to coat Mark’s fingers. “You rub until you feel yourself open enough for a second finger...” Mark nodded and slipped his finger back inside him when Nathaniel had coated his fingers with gel. He slid it in and out, loving the feelings it gave. Feeling relaxed enough to try another, he let another finger join the other and started sliding them in tandem into and out of him. That was nice. There was more pressure at the entrance to his body, but he felt fuller inside... He started getting anxious to have Nathaniel in him.
Trembling at the sight of Mark’s own fingers going deep between his soft cheeks, Nathaniel asked, “How does it feel?”
"It feels great, Nathaniel... I can’t wait to have you inside me...." He started twisting his fingers and he bucked on them. That made things even better and mark started to be able to control himself less and less.
Nuzzling him, Nathaniel licked his ear. “Careful... Don't hurt yourself... Add another finger.”
Mark nodded and slipped another finger in. Now things were really tight and he started to feel a little bit of the pain of his skin stretching, but it wasn't much—not next to the pleasure his insides were feeling. Panting, he tried to calm down and he slid his fingers in deeper, getting used to the pressure.
Putting his hand over Mark’s, Nathaniel wished he could be in him so badly, and he stroked his bottom. “You're incredible...” he said as he licked and kissed his neck, giving him hickies.
"Oohh... Nathaniel... can't I have you?" he pouted.
Nodding, Nathaniel said, “Just a little more... Stretch yourself a little wider, pet...” Mark shoved his fingers in even deeper and sucked in his breath, holding it at the slight stinging. He twisted his fingers around, then started spreading them apart from each other to stretch everything more. Being opened up felt so good deep inside him.
“Let me have you,” he said and rolled Mark on top of him carefully, reaching to move his hand. Mark's hand was out of him and he was straddling Nathaniel, anxious to finally become his. He was so excited and his muscled clenched in anticipation.
Holding Mark’s thigh, Nathaniel panted, “Slowly now, pet...” he said as he took his cock and positioned it at Mark’s hole, letting him feel the head rub against him. Mark was panting just as much. He felt the smooth head of Nathaniel's cock and was surprised by how big it felt. He would have to relax a lot for it.... Taking his lover's advice, he slowly lowered himself onto the shaft. It slipped past the guardian ring of muscle and Mark was surprised at how the rest seemed to just slide right on in. Mark held his breath at the incredible feeling.
Giving off a loud, sharp grunt that seemed to resonate through the building, Nathaniel gripped Mark’s hips. “Yes... Mark... my beautiful virgin...” He was turned on by taking Mark’s virginity.
Wiggling slightly on the huge shaft imbedded in him Mark jerked at the feeling when the cock rubbed up against something noticeable inside him... a spot that made Mark want him to hit it over and over again... made him want to come on the spot.... Nathaniel's words made him start to slide up and down the silvery cock, his own manhood stuck in between them.
“Yes...” he moaned, gripping his hips, gently flexing his cock inside him because he was so tight and it felt so miraculous. “Yes! Mark!”
Waves of lust washed over Mark as he impaled himself on Nathaniel and made that cock slide right to that spot that drove him crazy with need. "Nathaniel.... ah! Fuck me, please," he begged in Nathaniel's ear.
Curling hips up into mark, Nathaniel lifted him from the bed a little, wanting him to have the control, so he didn’t overthrow him. Stroking up and down Mark’s body, Nathaniel helped him find that spot. “Mark...”
Mark's face was clenching in absolute pleasure and abandon as he rode Nathaniel. Taking his hands, Mark led Nathaniel to his nipples and gently scraped his talons along them. Shivering at the hint of danger, the slight scrape made Mark leak.
Liking that, Nathaniel used his claws on Mark’s nipples and very gently let them trail over Mark's cock and scrotum. “That's it, pet... Take your pleasure...” Arching with lust and desire, Nathaniel snarled for his lover. Mark whimpered at Nathaniel's caressing of his genitals with his claws, excited by the pinpoint contact. He had stopped when he did that, afraid to move, but loving the way it made his heart race. Smiling, Nathaniel kept him in suspense a little longer, then removed his hand and let him bounce again.
Mark was sliding along Nathaniel—he was so excited by him that he was ready to explode any second! He kept track of his claws and hands, loving the way Nathaniel caressed him and loved his body. Cradling Mark’s head Nathaniel pulled him down for a deep, wet kiss, pushing his hips harder and faster up into him, making him bounce harder and faster as well. “Beautiful boy...” He thought Mark was perfection, and flipped him under him easily starting to roll his hips into Mark’s, striking him deep.
"Oh, god! Nathaniel!" he called breathlessly and the friction against his dripping, slippery wet cock made him just explode all over the two of them. Mark clamped down around Nathaniel and shuddered, bucking up to meet him. That was a moment he wished he could share that with Nathaniel, and didn't think about the consequences. The white hot pleasure was... beautiful.
Nathaniel didn’t think anyone could withstand that glorious pressure around his cock, especially since he had been wanting Mark so badly, and now he was finally his. Nathaniel had popped his cherry, and he came in Mark hard, feeling his bottom get wet with the overflow, and kissing him savagely, snarling loudly.
Mark swallowed the snarl and caressed Nathaniel's back, grabbing his ass as he plunged into him, filling him with love. Nathaniel was well shaped and the sexiness of the man atop him just added to his high.
Remy cringed in the kitchen, clutching his head to keep out the raging passion two doors down.
Grunting harshly, Nathaniel thrust hard against Mark until he softened, supporting himself on his elbows and stealing kisses from him. “Did you…” he panted, “like it?”
"Ah... Nathaniel, you've got to be kidding me! I could... I could do this every day and be the happiest man alive," Mark told him with a satisfied smile, trying to catch his breath a little. His hand went up to caress Nathaniel's cheek and he felt so much love for him. He was glad he finally had that love—the love he craved from the beginning.
Taking his wrist Nathaniel turned his face to kiss Mark’s palm, still deep inside him, his legs around Nathaniel’s waist. “Good... Because I plan to do this to you every day... at least once...” he said smiling at him before kissing him again and folding him into his strong, silver arms.
Mark was excited about the prospect of doing this more than once some days, and definitely every day. He smiled brightly at Nathaniel. Hugging him, he relaxed, just keeping himself wrapped around Nathaniel with his arms and legs. Casually, he looked at Nathaniel's face and wondered about him. He didn't look like anyone he had ever seen on the outside. Is he a mutant like all the people I saw at the school? he thought as his body began to cool and his mind wandered. "Say, Nathaniel... are you a mutant—like me?" Well—sort of like me. I don't do much, he thought. Not like Remy.
Sighing, Nathaniel, shifted atop Mark. “No... Not exactly... I'm… altered.” Gently lifting his leg to pull out of him, Nathaniel flopped onto his side beside Mark.
"A—wait, what?" he asked. He really thought Nathaniel was a mutant. "Um... d—does it hurt?" he asked shyly, but concerned.
Smiling, Nathaniel stroked Mark’s face with the back of his fingers. “It hurts a little... How are you feeling? Tired?” He didn’t want to talk about it.
"I'm... I'm fine," he said, worried about Nathaniel. What about you? "I'm not really tired... just relaxed." Mark's head was full of questions about Nathaniel... and he realized that he didn't know him near as well as he thought.... He had thought that it was simple, but it sounded so much more complicated than that. Mark rolled over onto Nathaniel so he could hug him.
Folding his arms around Mark, Nathaniel stroked his back and shoulders, trailing his fingers through his hair. “You're beautiful...”
Mark blushed at Nathaniel. "Thank you, Nathaniel," he said and looked up at his lover. He squeezed him at the thought that he really was his lover now. He thought that the silver skin of his was very exotic and elegant looking and his hands traced random patterns over his cheeks. Smiling, Nathaniel kissed and nuzzled him with obnoxious affection.
Asleep on Creed's chest, Logan startled when he heard the phone ring. “Ghembuh?” Theron didn't know whether he should reach out and grab it or not.... He had been restless and hadn't slept well, so the phone hadn't startled him.
Crawling over Theron a little to pick up the phone, Logan said, “Yeah? .... Huh?..... Yeah. ..... Okay,” and hung up. “Hank's got some results.”
Theron jumped up and started shaking. "He didn't just say he didn't find anythin'...?" He had figured they would just give them the—you're just crazy speech over the phone....
“Nah, apparently there's somethin’ up...” he rubbed his face a little, trying to wake up more. “C'mon...” he said as he got his jacket off the couch and shuffled over to the door, really needing to get a good nights sleep at some point. Theron grabbed his things and went with Logan, trying to keep his nervousness from showing. He could feel his hands shaking from fear. What if they could never help him? That would mean that he could never be equal with Logan again... he would always be seen as some emotional cripple.
Sensing Theron’s anxiety, Logan took his hand and pet it a little, entering the school with him and didn’t let go of his hand despite the kids swarming the halls. Theron felt like he was clinging onto Logan's hand for dear life. The looks the kids were giving him as he passed were all dirty or scared. He didn't even want to bump into any of them for fear Scott would get on his case. Theron sighed when they were out of the school-crowded hallways and in the lab.
Hank was sitting in his lab, perusing the print-outs, adjusting his glasses on his face.
"Hey... doc...." Theron greeted, unsure of what to say. He really didn't feel comfortable there... he thought he saw dirty looks in places where he wouldn't normally have interpreted them as dirty.
Nodding to the both of them, Hank said, “Come in... have a seat...” gesturing to his over stuffed sofa, sitting across from it in his overstuffed chair. “I have the results here, they're really quite fascinating...” Hank handed them the print out.
That didn't sound good, Theron thought as he sought out a chair across from The Beast and beside Logan. "Do I wanna know?" he asked. Theron kind of cringed in anticipation of the bad news.
Shrugging a little, Hank said, “Really, I have no conclusive evidence.” Pointing to the printout, he explained, “All this states is that there is a considerable amount of testosterone in your blood stream as well as several other inhibitors.... Now, this could be a result of tampering, or it could be another aspect of your mutation... Considering your size, I wouldn't be surprised if this was something you were born with. However, other tests suggest that while the amount of chemicals your endocrine system releases due to certain stimulus is normal, the combination of what is released is not.” Folding his paws together, Hank looked at the feral pair.
"So yer sayin' it's more likely tamperin'," he said. He wasn't ready to be relieved yet.
Pressing his finger to his lips, Hank clarified, “Not necessarily. I find myself facing the chicken and the egg debacle: What came first? Your chemical imbalance or your emotional imbalance? The emotional stress you endured could have been enough to alter your physiology but your physiology certainly could have altered your emotions.”
Logan just stared.
"So yer sayin' I'm just fucked up. Thanks, doc; I knew that," he grumbled. He grimaced and looked up at Beast. "Thanks fer tryin' though." Where did that leave them? Right smack-dab back at square one.
“Well...” he shifted in his chair. “You were tampered with. It doesn't particularly matter which came first because the point is that whomever did this to you knew what they were doing and knew how to get their desired results. Emotional torture is very effective, most of the time more so than physical tampering when it comes to creating a blood thirsty killer,” he said raising his eyebrows at Theron meaningfully.
And that certainly was what they had wanted to do. They had used all sorts of methods... and maybe all together they really did get what they wanted. Theron huffed.
Sighing a little, Hank said, “I would suggest medication to stabilize your chemicals, but with your healing factor, it may simply be a waste.” Theron nodded and for once cursed his healing factor.
Stroking up and down Theron’s forearm, Logan asked, “How ya doin'?”
Truthfully, he was feeling a little hopeless, but figured that they at least had another route they could try, which was Emma. "Y' think that telepath chick could help?" he asked to both Logan and the Beast.
Nodding, Hank said, “I do. Because of your healing factor, it would be easier to make an impact by moving into your thoughts and emotions than it would be to head straight for your body.”
Nodding, Theron looked to Logan. "So... we gotta wait fer her?" Theron wondered if Remy would actually be of some help here....
Shrugging, Logan nodded, highly suspecting that Emma would be unwilling to do it and if they got her to, she would try to sabotage Creed. “I dunno...”
Rising, Hank asked, “Do you have any further questions, gentlemen?”
"Uh... would... would an empath help...?" he asked just to get the Beast's professional opinion.
Folding his paws in front of him, Hank said, “I couldn't say. My knowledge of empathy is extremely limited. But I know a telepath may have a better chance of telling your brain to stop sending signals to your endocrine system than an empath would.” Theron nodded.
“Anything else?”
"Nah," Theron said and headed out without preamble. He could tell Hank wanted him out of his face and he was happy to oblige.
Getting up, Logan followed Theron out trotting along behind him, relieved the kids were in their classes by that time. He didn’t know what to say to him. Theron was headed for the boathouse and hoped the he didn't run across any X-Men while Logan was trailing behind him. He wouldn't want to seem free or anything.
“Hey, slow down, wouldja?” He felt like Theron was completely dusting him, what with those long strides of his. “Ya pissed off?”
Theron stopped and noted that his hands had been clenched into fists. Holding them up a little, he uncurled them and looked at the gouges in his hands. "S—sorry." He hadn't even been aware of how angry he was.
Reaching out Logan took his wrist, helping him flex his fingers after that bone crushing grip of his. “C'mon... We c'n go fer a swim er somethin’ if ya wanna.”
Theron liked the sound of that. He nodded and took Logan’s hands and squeezed them gently in a gesture of thanks. Leading him over to the lake, Logan stripped down to naked and dove in gracefully. Theron was quick to follow Logan, but made a splash as he jumped into the cold water of the lake.
Swimming gracefully but not effectively—much like a bear or big cat Logan made his way over to Theron, swimming around him a little. “It's hard with all the metal...” he commented, wishing he could just float like normal people.
"Just more of a workout," Theron replied as he tried to tread water fast enough to keep himself afloat. The air in his lungs helped, but really, he was having a hard time.
“Y' doin' ok?” Logan asked and went to him as if to herd him back to the shallows where he could stand.
"Oh, yeah," he said and took a deep breath and stopped treading and just sank. He walked along the bottom to the shallows and smiled at Logan when he got there.
Grinning a little, Logan said, “So... What're yer thoughts?”
"Beast thinks Emma should help, right? I... don't know what she'd do though...." Theron looked at the water and felt the chill along his skin.
Putting his hands on Theron’s biceps, he said, “Yer gonna be all right. I mean, yer a completely different person these days... Ya got control a yerself.”
"Logan... what happens if I... what if I got angry at the Beast an' decked 'im, hunh? They'd... they'd wanna put me down like a dog...." Theron's brows furrowed in worry and pain at the thought of being treated again like an animal. "I... I need ta have more control than I do."
“Well, y'know, Rome wasn't built in a day...” he grinned a little like it was an inside joke. “Point is, ya didn't deck 'im, ya haven't hurt anybody fer a few weeks, now. That's a huge fuckin’ improvement...”
"... Except fer you...." And he had killed two people right before he went to get Logan. They had been trying to detain him and he couldn't be detained.
“Well...” he shrugged. “Baby steps an' all that crap... 'Sides... If ya didn't know I could heal, maybe ya wouldn'ta hurt me that bad.”
"I wouldda killed Remy if I had the chance when I first got here—you know that."
Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah, I do. But ya wouldn't, now. That's what matters... You c'n spend yer time beatin' up on yerself fer the wrongs ya did, or you could realize yer makin’ progress an' take the next step forward.”
"Which is what?" he asked pointedly. He had no idea where he was supposed to be ‘going’ or how to get there.... If Logan knew anything, he really wanted to hear it... but he was mad that he couldn't see the path in front of him.
“Well, if you c'n survive this love triangle thing, I think you've probably surpassed over half a’ the populace.” He did a surface dive and swam a little bit before going back over to him.
Love triangle thing? Heh. I didn't perform exactly how you wanted, did I? he asked Logan silently. Looking at Theron for a while, Logan suddenly felt really distant from him. He didn’t know what to do, and just waited it out, wondering if he felt the same thing. "But... what do I do now...?" he asked quietly.
Wading over to him, Logan asked, “Why are you so freaked out? You've been doin' fine!”
"You sure?" he asked, giving Logan an incredulous look.
“Well, I mean, yer no boy scout, but you're definitely on the mend... C'mon...” he said tweaking his nipple playfully. “Lighten up.”
Theron jumped at that and smiled at Logan. Maybe... if he just tried to be happy he would just magically get better.... but what would happen when Logan left him for a week at a time? Theron swallowed and decided that they would have to worry about it when it came time for that. He grabbed Logan and kissed him fiercely, then leaned back with him and drug him under the water with him, still attached at the lips. He came up a second later to look at Logan's face—which was probably going to be mad.
Sputtering a bit, Logan huffed the water out of his nose for a second before pouncing on Theron, playfully attempting to get him back. Laughing at his attempts to dunk Theron under water, he resisted at first, but finally let Logan pull him in.
Pacing across the kitchen, Remy had prepared breakfast and was waiting for the love birds to wake up so Nathaniel could take him back to the mansion. This was ridiculous. He had to suffer every night while they would make love in the next room—sometimes being loud, sometimes not, but always being forceful on his shields. It wasn't that he was experiencing it, but he was aware of what was going on... kind of like feeling the bass vibration of far away music, but not hearing any of the tune. It had gotten on his nerves. He had resorted to his hand most nights, but he was anxious to get back to Logan. He was going to ravage him as soon as he got back—he didn't care if it wasn't quite time. Creed would have to deal.
Emerging, Nathaniel looked well rested as he stretched and smiled a little when he saw Remy in the kitchen. “Sleep well?”
"No, actually," Remy growled and handed Nathaniel a plate piled with French toast and an omelet and sausage.
“No? Thank you. Were you cold?”
"No, I'd say dat actually I was quite de opposite." He had been amazed at how well insulated the place was considering that he knew what sort of temperatures were outside.
Raising his eyebrows, Nathaniel said, “You know there is a thermostat in your room?”
Remy clenched his fists and growled in annoyance. "F'get it!" he shouted. Euphemisms were obviously lost on the man. He wondered where Mark was until he sleepily came into the kitchen in just a robe. It was black satin.
"Good morning, Remy. Oooh! breakfast—hey, aren't I supposed to cook with you?"
"Y' lessons're finished f' dis week," he explained handing Mark a plate. "I need to go home today."
Eyebrow raising again, Nathaniel wondered why Remy was being so cold. Was I that creepy when I was cold? he asked himself. “Remy.... Is something wrong?”
Remy's brows lifted. "I—" He didn't know how to explain the depth of his stress... without being rude, so he deflated and leaned up against the counter. "I jus' wanna go home," he said without force. He was anxious to be away from them and their happy, completely-absorbed-in-one-another relationship. Mark had been a good attentive student after the first day, but at night, when lessons were over, he was... kind of noisy.
Sighing, Nathaniel looked over rat Mark, feeling like he had failed somehow. “Very well... Let me get dressed and I will take you.”
Remy nodded. He was going to not make him rush, but he... almost didn't want to get in the way of the kind gesture. While Nathaniel was gone, Remy looked to Mark. "If y' wan’ me t’ teach y’ next week, you have t' come to de mansion. I don' tink I can do dis again," he said looking around the place. Mark looked at Remy uncomfortably.
"Are you.... sure you're going to be okay?" Mark had noticed that he was agitated while he was there.
"Yeah, Mark... I'll be okay," Remy said before heading into the living room to wait for Nathaniel so he could take him home.
Sighing heavily, Nathaniel asked, “Ready, Remy?” appearing in the living room. Simply nodding, Remy didn't want to seem too eager to leave, but he couldn't help feeling that way. Softly, Nathaniel said, “I'm sorry your stay was not so... pleasurable,” he said, tearing open a terrasect.
"Nathaniel..." Remy wanted to say something that would make all this awkwardness go away. "I'm sorry...." He had hoped to be better company, but that incessant lovey-dovey and that... fucking....
Nodding a little stiffly, Nathaniel gestured to the gap he created. “Come... This will take you to the school's front gate...” Pausing a moment, he asked, “Remy? Would it... If he wished it... would it be possible for Mark to stay with you some time in the future?”
"Uh... yeah, Nathaniel. Dat's fine." He looked at Nathaniel oddly. He really was sorry.
Smiling a little, Nathaniel said, “Thank you... I don't want him... cooped up in here with me for his entire life...” Taking his elbow, Nathaniel didn’t want to give Remy the option of responding to that, and pulled him through the terrasect. “Come along...”
Nodding, Remy understood about that and really hoped that Mark was going to be okay.... He let himself be led by Nathaniel through the black gateway and appeared at the familiar front doors of the mansion.
Clearing his throat, Nathaniel awkwardly offered Remy his hand. “Well… Take care.”
Remy clasped it and said, "Tanks. You too. Take care o' m' li'l brother," he smiled.
Nodding, a fond smile tracing his lips, he said, “Of course... Farewell...” before stepping back into the blackness to home.
Remy looked at the mansion and entered his password into the front gate and it opened for him. He ran to the boathouse, his heart beating in his head. He hoped that Logan wasn't... occupied with Creed. He was actually afraid of that and stopped as he approached. He felt the connection between Logan and him back to its normal strength. He looked at the bond and sent vibrations of love along it, hoping that Logan would pick them up... and his presence.
Sprawled comfortably across Creed's chest, Logan was dozing a little while Theron watched TV with the sound very low, exhausted from a good days sparring. He was actually drooling on Creed's chest a little bit, head tucked under his chin, all tuckered out from scrapping and making love all night. “Mmgh?” Waking a little at Remy's approach, Logan lifted his nose to the air, still groggy. “Mghn?”
Stepping more slowly to the boathouse, Remy opened his shields a little to see what was going on in the house. It felt kind of quiet.
Trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes, Logan asked to the room, “Remy?” His voice echoed through the house.
Getting to the front door, Remy was more comfortable about opening the door, but he was still afraid of intruding. He put his hand on the knob and twisted.
Sitting up a little, Logan looked over at Creed. “Y’ smell Remy?”
“Nah,” Creed said, clutching Logan closer to him, still kind of groggy from having dozed off, and in a happy mood.
Pushing the door to the boathouse open, Remy peeked in the door and looked around the living room. Stepping in through the door, Remy approached the couple silently, not wanting to disturb them, but really wanting to go and kiss the breath out of Logan.
Looking up, Logan could feel it was Remy. “Remy? Hey!” Remy smiled when he was noticed and rushed over to Logan. Sitting up a little so he could catch him when he came hurtling at him, Logan chuckled a little. “I missed you too…”
Not bothering with words, Remy kissed Logan passionately to tell him how much he missed him. It felt like forever since he had seen him, but he knew it probably didn’t seem that long to Logan. His fingers tangled in his hair and he hugged him tightly, vying for possession of him from Theron until Theron’s grip let up.
Grunting a little, Logan kissed Remy back, melting from his obvious love and affection and pulled him into his lap securely, even though Logan was still on Creed’s. He breathed Remy’s scent deep and trailed his fingers through his silky hair.
“I missed y’ so much, Logan,” Remy mumbled against his lips, never ceasing the kiss. “I’m never goin’ back dere,” he grunted and held Logan tighter, but then let up when he figured Logan might be uncomfortable. His kiss became gentler, but he did not stop.
“Did they…” he had a hard time talking past the kisses, but didn’t want to dissuade him from them. “Did they treat ya bad?” I’ll tear their throats out if they did.
“Non…” Remy said when he felt the rumble of anger from within Logan. He could feel his shields closed and the reverberation of Logan’s emotions around him that came through the link. He hadn’t noticed it before when he was with him—it took being separated for a week to notice them. “I jus’… missed y’ so much.” Remy’s voice cracked and he was near to tears. He had been practically tortured with their emotional contentedness and openly sexual relationship—he had been so frustrated! He sighed.
“Oh… ‘S okay, darlin’, yer here now…” Gently snuffling along his neck, Logan remembered the smell of him, the feel of Remy in his arms, and how he was so different from Creed. “Ya don’t have ta go anywhere ya don’t wanna….”
Remy clutched Logan harder as he said that, knowing that it was a lie. He had to go away from Logan for a week at a time when he didn’t want to, and he didn’t know what he was going to do next time. He tried not to let that sentiment of betrayal filter through the link, but he didn’t know what all was passed or not through it. He thought that maybe there was some leakage of the emotion and feared Logan’s reaction to it.
Jerking a little, Logan definitely felt that and he knew it wasn’t him. He let his teeth clamp shut and he went still. It’s not like he wanted to push Remy away, damnit, he just didn’t know what to do!
“I’m sorry,” Remy said, hoping that he would be able to hold out and work with this a little longer than that. Disengaging from Logan, Remy leaned up and looked over at Creed. “Hey, Theron,” he said a little awkwardly and tried to smile… which didn’t come out so great.
“Hey, Cajun,” he greeted and sat up on the couch, turning off the TV with the nearby remote. He didn’t know if he was supposed to just go away then… should he go out and lose himself in the woods? That sounded like an idea. “Well, I’ll see you two love birds later,” he said getting up as casually as he could muster and heading out.
Bowing his head a little, Logan realized it was Remy’s time with him and he didn’t know how the hell he was going to kick Creed out on his own.—he needed Logan now with this news about his instability being chemical. “Hey! Where ya goin’?”
“Out int’ the woods, I guess. Figure I’ll try an’ do somethin’ productive… maybe see if I can’t build a place on the edge o’ the grounds,” he shrugged. “Did… did ya want me ta stay around?”
“Well…” yes. “Just… be close… in case ya need anythin’… An’… I…” goddamnit. “One-eye’ll freak out if he sees ya on the grounds without me…” Logan realized that was contradictory.
Snorting with a smirk, Theron walked out of the house. “I’ll stay outta sight.” He was used to the idea that the X-Men were going to hate him. He didn’t really want to stay close either… he’d go exploring and see what he could do. “You want me ta come back fer rood, er what?”
“We’d love f’ y’ t’ join us f’ meals,” Remy said as he sat keeping himself willfully off Logan. He knew Theron had nowhere else to go like Remy did.
Looking at Remy, a bit shocked and pleased that he said that, Logan grinned up at Creed. “Yeah!”
“Okay, I’ll see you guys around seven tonight then?” he asked. Remy nodded and squeezed Logan’s hand at the pride Logan felt.
Smiling, Logan didn’t want to say it in front of Remy but he was pretty sure Remy could read him loud and clear. “Sounds good...” and he was actually saying ‘I love you.’
Nodding, Theron smiled and headed out the door and jogged off into the forest, pretty sure Remy wouldn't be able to keep his hands still for very much longer.
As Creed expected, Remy wasn't able to keep his hands or his lips off of Logan after the door closed. He tried to stop and sense what Logan was feeling but was coming up with a pretty satisfied sensation. Remy's hands clenched on his shoulders as he tried to control himself.... It was just—he had been without Logan for a week!
Pretty happy to see Remy, too but (and he would never tell Remy this) secretly sniffing him for a whiff of sex with Sinister or anyone else... Not that he thought Remy would cheat, but... he just had to know... and he slid his hands over Remy’s body.
Actually feeling pretty scared that Logan would be so satisfied with Creed that he wouldn't have anything left for Remy, he actually tried to keep himself from tearing Logan’s clothes off. He did start gently unwrapping him and kissing his exposed skin.
Logan did just have a wonderful screw with Creed; he could still feel it, but he did yearn for Remy and with him as needy as he was, it was pretty arousing. “Someone seems a bit lonely….”
"Someone was very lonely," he said remembering how empty he felt when Nathaniel and Mark were making love in the next room.
“Well, I'm all yours now, beautiful...” he said, gently nibbling on his earlobe, pushing a hand down the back of Remy’s pants to grope his butt.
"Oh, good," he said letting go and biting Logan's neck, pretty hard and grinding his hips into Logan's. He slid down to Logan’s newly bared chest and suckled at his nipple, flicking it with his tongue. He missed this so much.
Growling with pleasure, Logan used his hand in Remy’s pants to finger his hole gently, tickling it, rubbing it. “You been fuckin’ yerself?”
Remy shook his head. He had been masturbating, but he hadn't fingered himself. He had wanted Logan to feel new inside him again... oh and he did! His finger sent jolts of pleasure through him.
“No?” Logan was actually surprised Remy could go a week without having something up him, but he was nice and tight. “I'd like to fuck you in front of a mirror some time...” He was kinky like that.
Closing his eyes at the thought, Remy groaned and was tempted to go and find such a mirror that they could do that with, but didn't know where a big enough one was off the top of his head. "I'd like dat," he said, eager to try it out with him. He started bucking back onto Logan's finger, and undoing his pants.
Tossing him back on the sofa, Logan tore Remy’s jeans off and immediately opened his legs. He got so turned on just by the sight of him naked, and he started tearing at Remy’s shirt, suddenly wild with the desire to fuck him raw.
Pleasantly surprised by the amount of passion Logan was feeling, Remy fanned Logan's flames with his own passion and really wanted Logan in him so badly. His hole twitched with excitement, needing to feel full again. Licking Remy’s thighs, Logan worked his way down to his bottom, nibbling him, nuzzling him, getting to his hole and without pretense, pushed his tongue inside.
"Mon dieu!!" Remy shouted loudly, wanting to have made that sound a week ago when Mark and Nathaniel were making love. Remy clenched the couch cushions tightly and loosened up for his lover's tongue. It felt so good as he wiggled it all over and in him. His hands traveled down to curl in Logan's hair, encouragingly.
Loving that this made Remy so hot, Logan twisted his tongue in him, wriggling it around just to hear Remy’s moans of pleasure. He wanted to make Remy beg for him.
"God, Logan..." he panted straining for more contact, wiggling his hips because it felt so good. His feet rested on Logan’s shoulders and his toes were curling into his skin. "Logan," he whispered. He wanted more, but it felt so good—he didn't want it to stop even to move on.
Reaching up Logan played with his nipples, leaving his hole to lick up to Remy’s cock, which he had missed pretty badly. Slurping his cock down his throat Logan hummed.
Whimpering, Remy wanted Logan back at his ass and was struck with the heavy desire to be fucked. He liked the feeling at his cock, but he really missed Logan. "Please, cher...." he hissed at Logan's particularly talented mouth and bucked into him. "Please, fuck me."
Sneaking two fingers to his opening Logan pushed them in fully, deep and hard, flexing them to open his hole. "Ah!!!!" Remy's hips were nearly uncontrollable at the amount of pleasure he was feeling, he was going to—and he couldn't control it any longer and was spurting into Logan's mouth calling out his name, thrashing on the couch.
Startled, Logan didn't know Remy was that close, and he grinned, swallowing his come, still working his fingers in him. When Remy finished, he pulled off Remy’s cock. “Hope ya don't think yer off the hook, now...” he purred, crawling up him and putting his leaking cock against Remy’s hole, pushing in.
Trying to catch his breath, Remy welcomed Logan into his more relaxed body and curled his arms around him. Capturing those lips, Remy sucked Logan's tongue in to taste himself on his mouth. He loved that; it was so erotic. "Mmm..." With how pent up he had been for the past week, Remy was bouncing back, especially with Logan hitting that wonderful spot inside him.
Growling and snarling with passion, Logan made himself fuck Remy slowly, just so he could feel every inch of his tight, wet heat and Remy could feel every inch of Logan throbbing inside him. Grasping Logan's ass cheeks, he followed the pace of the love smoothly. Logan knew just how to drive him crazy and Remy steadily met each thrust, feeling his insides move around that gorgeous, thick manhood. "Y' feel so good, cher," Remy moaned into his ear.
“So d' you, baby...” he huffed gently in his ear, twisting his hips against Remy’s. “God... Yer... so hot...” Lifting up on his hands, Logan worked his hips into Remy harder and faster.
Cringing in pleasure at the increase in pace and pressure, Remy wiggled against Logan, arching up into his slightly removed body. His still erect penis was brushing against Logan’s stomach and sending waves of pleasure through him in time with the main pangs that emanated from his ass and spread through his stomach and up his back.
“Like that, baby? My cock feel good in ya?” Taking him harder, Logan thought he might just black out from the pleasure.
"Yes, God, Logan!!!" Trying to spread his legs wider, Remy couldn’t help but yelp at the pleasure of Logan’s cock pounding in and out of him. Remy could feel how close Logan was and he clenched his muscles on purpose, the tightness of the muscles making the sensation very different for them both.
Snarling and biting against his neck, Logan thrashed harder. “Gonna come in you….” Grabbing his hips to open his ass, Logan pounded violently into his poor abused little hole, and came hard, making him slick and wet.
"Logan," Remy cooed as Logan came. His shields had been closed, but he still felt the orgasm along the linking pipe that seemed to allow Logan's emotions even through his shields. Wondering lightly about that, Remy shuddered as Logan convulsed inside him and the orgasm echoed throughout Remy's mind. It wasn't strongly experienced enough to make him cum, but it was very pleasurable and he came right to the edge of orgasm. His body was also just not recovered enough to spurt again.
Licking him and kissing him all over, Logan nibbled Remy’s lips. “Good... So good, baby...” Huffing a bit Logan looked down at Remy’s cock. “Hmmm... What are we going to do about this, then?” he asked, pinching the tip.
"Mmm..." Remy moaned. "If y' gimme a few, I tink I can whip 'im back int' shape," he winked at Logan. He really just wanted to spend the entire day in bed with him, cuddling and fucking alternately. "Shall we move t' de bed?" He was worried about Creed's smell being there, but he wasn't as sensitive to it as Logan and Creed were.
Yeah, Creed and Logan had fucked in bed a lot, but he had to trust Remy wouldn’t smell it. The smell actually turned him on. “C'mon...” Wrapping his legs around his waist Logan lifted him into his arms, carrying him into the bedroom. “Yer light... You been eatin’?”
"Uh... oui..." he mumbled. He hadn't been feeling like eating a whole lot when he felt like he was being tortured by Nathaniel, but he had been eating. "I mean, I was teachin' Mark how t' cook," he explained.
Nodding, Logan put him down on the bed, crawling on top of him. “You really didn't have a good time there, did you?”
Remy really liked that Logan was still inside him as they walked and could feel his arousal begin again. That was hot. "Um... non," he admitted and shifted his hips a little bit over Logan's re-hardening cock. He closed his eyes at the renewed intrusive feeling and smiled. "It's okay. Mark might come here next time."
“Yeah?” he asked, nibbling on Remy’s neck. “Why? Sinister annoyin’ the hell outta him?”
"Heh... ah... non," Remy said a little self consciously. "It was because... I... wasn'... comfortable dere," he admitted. "Dat's why Mark might come here instead."
Stroking his cheek with the backs of his fingers, Logan very slightly started rocking in him again. “Why not, darlin’?” he asked licking his ear.
"Mmmm...." Remy was feeling pretty relaxed and relieved, so he wasn't censoring his words so much. "Dey bot were annoyin' de hell outta me," he elaborated, using an earlier phrase of Logan's.
Grinning against Remy’s ear, Logan pulled his knees up under him and Remy into his lap. “Why?” Leaning down to mouth one of Remy’s nipples, stroking his stomach and his chest, Logan flexed his cock inside Remy.
Breath hitching at the flexing inside him, Logan's action delayed Remy's answer slightly. "Dey were makin' out all over de place. It was like dey were shovin' deir happy relationship in m' face an'... I jus' couldn' take it, Logan," he complained.
Sitting up again to look down at Remy, Logan felt that like a sharp blade in the chest. “Their happy relationship?” I'm making you endlessly miserable, aren't I?
"Weird, ain' it?" Remy asked missing the reason Logan was made uncomfortable. Sighing, Remy said, "I missed y' so much, Logan. All I wanted was t' be wid y'... an' dey were... jus' bein' real inconsiderate," he explained his feelings.
Nodding a little, but other than that he didn’t move, his hands bracing against the bed. “Uh-huh...” His sex buzz was dying off.
"I'm sorry, cher.... I didn' mean t' upset y'." He felt the discomfort, but he didn't know what exactly was wrong. He didn't know whether he should talk to Logan about it either.
Nodding, Logan leaned down to kiss Remy’s neck again, wanting to give him the pleasure he needed, but feeling like such a shit—feeling like he didn’t deserve to be the one to give it to him... and he couldn’t talk to Remy about it—he knew what he would say. And he deserved to have whatever he wanted, but he just couldn’t get back into it.
Remy sensed the conflict within Logan and leaned away from him to look him in the eye. "Cher...." He wanted to coax clarification from him, but he wasn't sure how to. After all, Logan was entitled to his thoughts and his feelings and privacy... which it seemed Remy was constantly invading now, but he always seemed to be able to feel Logan's stronger emotions, even with his shields closed.
“I'm sorry, baby...” he said lifting him and gently pulling out of him, but staying between his legs to press his face into Remy’s stomach. “I'm so sorry, baby....”
"Sorry...?" He wished Logan would elaborate.
Not wanting to get into it, Logan kissed Remy’s stomach, wanting to keep his mind on the sex and not on what he was going through. He started kissing and nuzzling down to Remy’s cock which he quickly sucked down his throat.
"Gah! Logan..." he moaned, partly in pleasure, partly as a plea for him to stop and address what was on his mind.
Sucking him harder, Logan started fondling Remy’s bum and gently rubbing his hole to stimulate him further growling in his throat to give him pleasing vibrations. Gritting his teeth, Remy tried to keep his mind focused enough to talk. He still felt the pain bordering on nausea coming from Logan. "Logan, stop," Remy said pushing at him. He tried to get him to come up and look at him.
Resisting, Logan wanted him content and pleasured without his garbage getting in the way. He wanted him to be selfish and happy, wanted to be the good boyfriend Remy wanted him to be while he had him each week. Logan gripped him harder around his waist when Remy tried to wriggle free.
When Logan didn't stop, Remy pushed at him harder. This was not going to be something Remy could possibly let go. "Look, cher," he said once he finally got Logan off of him enough that he could concentrate. "I don't know if y' know how dis works or not, but I... I can't stop feelin' what y' feel now... 'specially not when it's strong like dis," he said brushing Logan's cheek. "Please... talk t' me. I can' have y' mind totally somewhere else when y'... tryin' ta do dis for me," he explained.
Shying away from Remy’s touch a little, Logan said, “It's nothin', Remy, don't worry about it...” He knew he was going to, though, and he didn’t want to continue on this vein. “Look, ya want a bath or somethin’?”
Remy's eyes closed in pain and the shudder was transmitted to Logan. "Why can't y' tell me? Y' tink not knowin' why dis hurts y' is better dan sharin' de burden wid y'?" What good was sharing the burden emotionally when he couldn't share it consciously and verbally like everyone else.
Unable to look at him, Logan said softly but firmly, “I don't wanna talk about it, Remy.”
Grimacing, he asked, "Den... will y' try t' not tink about it?" Gently, he pressed feelings of affection into Logan's consciousness, like a mental nuzzle.
Nodding, Logan thought that even if it moved out of his mind, it was very present in the rest of his body. “Sure, darlin’...” Stroking his hair, Logan wanted him happy so badly it hurt.
Smiling, Remy kissed Logan. "Now den," he said and leaned down to Logan's chest. "I don' tink I wan' a bath jus' yet," he purred and sent tiny vibrations through Logan's nipples as he played with them and licked them. There was no way that he was going to be able to proceed any further if Logan was uninterested. He made a mental note to ask himself later on what would make Logan feel better.
Stroking his hair, Logan spread out on his stomach so Remy wouldn’t notice that his cock was soft. “What can I do for ya, darlin'?” He may be tearing Remy to shreds inside, but he would be damned if he couldn’t at least satisfy him sexually.
"Well... I... really liked what y' were doin' earlier." He didn't specify, but he really didn't need to. If Logan did any of that, then it would be wonderful. He got a feeling of determination and got the impression from the things Logan was saying and doing that he wanted sex... whether he was aroused himself or not—which he noted that he wasn't. Closing his shields tightly, he tried not to look at the things Logan was feeling... trying to give him some privacy of feeling... and wasn’t able to completely, but it was enough that he could concentrate on other things—like Logan's physical attentions and not be distracted by it.
Mouthing him everywhere between his legs, Logan sucked the tip of Remy’s cock, running his mouth down it, tickling his balls and finally ended up laving his hole again, twisting his tongue in him. Moaning gently, Remy reached his hands down to run through Logan's hair. That was so nice. "Logan...." Remy loved saying his name. It was like... he was telling him that he loved him without the awkward feel to it.
Purring a little, Logan worked his tongue as deep inside him as it would go, twisting and wriggling. Reaching up Logan gently started pulling on Remy’s dick, sweeping his thumb over his sweet spots. Hips working involuntarily, Remy couldn't help but want something more. "Logan—" he panted, "Please.... suck on me." He wanted his fingers inside him too, but he hadn't the coherency to say that yet.
Figuring out what Remy wanted, Logan pulled away from his lovely bottom, pressing two fingers inside of him and slurping down his cock. He was so beautiful, he wished he could just enjoy this for what it was. Unable to keep from bucking up into Logan's hot mouth, Remy squeezed his muscles around Logan's fingers crying out wordlessly. He felt so good!
It was hard to not smile around Remy’s cock, but Logan managed to keep his mouth locked on him, sucking hard, making him wet. Working his fingers in and out of him expertly, Logan stretched him just a little.
"More! S'il te plait!" he cried wanting Logan to pick up the pace.
Doing as he was told, Logan worked his fingers in him, flicking his wrist and rubbing Remy’s button, going to town on his cock, sucking Remy down his throat and growling around him.
"Logan!" Remy said more high pitched and urgent as his body couldn't take any more and he imagined Logan being inside him, not just with his fingers. The shockwave went throughout his body as he shot cream down Logan's throat and he curled up slightly, hands clenching in Logan’s hair. A moment later he hoped he hadn't hurt Logan's hair, but figured he would probably be okay.
Managing to swallow most of Remy down, Logan gently removed his fingers and stroked Remy’s probably-sore bottom, kissing his lower stomach and hips while he calmed down.
"Mmm.... Logan...." Remy smiled at him and drew him up to kiss him. He just wanted to lay down and hold Logan in his arms.
Kissing him sweetly, Logan held him close, nuzzling him slightly. “How ya doin'?”
Sighing deeply, Remy said, "So much better." He was content to just have Logan in his arms and not have to deal with anything that was... connected to them and going to need their attention. Like Creed.
Smiling at him slightly, Logan stroked the planes of Remy’s cheeks with his thumb. “Yer beautiful.... I ever tell ya that?”
Remy smiled brightly at Logan. "Not in a while," he said. But then again, it had been a week since they had seen each other.
Rolling over Logan pulled Remy on top of him, stroking his hair over his ears. “So, whaddya wanna do this week?”
Really, all Remy wanted to do was spend the week with Logan in bed or in the boathouse, isolated and lazy, but he really couldn't. He knew that. He would have work and he had some bridge building to do with Scott. Technically, he shouldn't have left for the week that he did... he just didn't think he could handle the first week away from Logan but having him there in his face. Remy hugged Logan and said, "I wanna spend de first couple days wid you... but I will need t' go an' spend some time at de mansion... an' y'know... work.”
Nodding, Logan nuzzled him gently. “Yeah, I need ta do that too... That punk robbed me a my teachin' job.”
"Dat punk...? Oh! Scott!!" Remy laughed. He couldn't really see Scott as a punk... but then again... Logan was so much older than the rest of them and it reminded Remy of how young he was. "I'm sorry, Logan." Would he have had time for it, really? He was supposed to be taking care of Creed.... Remy ignored that and smiled at Logan. "Y' didn' wana teach a room fulla pip-sqeaks anyway, right?" he said trying to be cheerful.
Grinning at Remy a little, Logan said, “Wouldn't mind tryin' my hand at it... After all, I've had a lotta experience, dealin' with you,” he said and hoped Remy didn’t take that too seriously; he was just playing with him.
Remy laughed and hugged Logan tightly. "Mmmm...." he sighed. "Pedophile," he moaned lightly in the same kind of joking manner.
“Beautiful, bouncing, baby boy...” he grinned, draping Remy’s thighs over his hip and giving him soft kisses.
"Y’ cute, Logan," Remy dead-panned sarcastically.
Staring down at him, Logan’s expression was dead-panned as well, having a good old-fashioned stare-off. Remy kept a straight face for as long as he could, but he felt so good being back with Logan that he couldn't manage to keep one. The giggle started as just a smile, peeking out from the corners of his mouth, but it gained momentum and soon he was outright laughing and he kissed Logan when he wasn't bursting out any more.
Breaking when Remy did, Logan squeezed him close, and kissed him wetly. “You gonna cook tonight?”
Remy nodded. "Wha'd'y' tink Theron would want?" he asked. "Wait—I don' tink we have steak.... an' Remy's not up f' grabs so... hmmm...."
Threading his fingers through Remy’s hair, Logan said, “Let's make 'im some sushi and soy and see what he does...”
"What de—are y' tryin' ta make 'im eat me?" he asked, mock shocked.
Grinning, Logan took Remy’s wrist and kissed the inside of it. “Just a social experiment...” He really didn’t like the reminder that Creed was hungry for Remy.
"Social... Okay. Sushi it is. Heavy on de wasabi; de stuff is jus' tasteless widout it," Remy smiled. It also helped to mask the seaweed—yeukth!
“Or... We could just make him pasta.” Fresh fish was harder to find than steak!
"I'll indulge y' experiment," Remy said. "Heck, we could get it delivered if y' wanted. I'm sure dere's a decent sushi place nearby."
Shrugging, Logan said, “Why not? Put 'im to the test...” Grinning, Logan burrowed into Remy’s neck and took a great big whiff of him.
"Y' tryin' t' instigate a rage, Logan?" Remy asked. He wasn't completely against the idea, he just needed to know it was coming.
Pulling away, Logan looked at him. “What? What're you talkin' about?”
Smiling, Remy shook his head. "Never mind, Logan." Remy personally didn't think Creed was the type to like sushi and testing his patience was an interesting tactic to take on Logan's part, but Remy would bear with it.
Raising an eyebrow at Remy, Logan wondered what on earth Remy was thinking. He highly doubted Creed would fly into a rage over dinner, but what the hell. He dropped it. “You want a shower, hon?”
Nodding, Remy kissed Logan before hopping away. "I c'n take a hint," he smiled and ducked into the bathroom to shower.
Sitting up, Logan said, “No, I meant...” but Remy was already gone, and he said a little dejectedly, “I meant we could take one t'gether...”
Remy heard Logan's objection, having not turned the water on yet and peeked around the door. "What's dat, cher?" he asked. He had pretty good hearing, but he couldn't hear as well as Logan could.
Smiling a little, Logan said, “Nothin' darlin', I'll be here when ya get out.”
Shrugging, Remy went into the shower and debated letting his shields down again, but didn't want to feel Logan's brooding... or whatever that was earlier.
********