Part 30

 

 

Waking up, Logan arms were sore from being locked around Remy all night.

"Mmmmm, Mornin' cher," Remy mumbled lazily.

Grumbling, Logan pressed his face into Remy’s stomach.  “Guhghgmnn...”

Remy smirked at Logan.  "Wanna go shoppin' f' a collar?" Remy asked impishly.

Blinking, Logan rubbed at his eyes a little.  “Ghnugh?”

The smirk Remy was wearing broke out into a grin.  "Do you want to collar me?" he asked in properly enunciated English.

Shifting a little to look right at him, Logan grinned.  “Yer a brat, ya know that?”  He licked Remy’s nipple.  “What I want is ta get a nice, shiny tattoo on yer arse that reads, ‘Property of Logan.’”

"Dat'll fade in like—a week," he reminded him.

Pouting a little, Logan said, “I know....”  He really wanted one, though.

"Do y' wanna anyway?" he asked.  It might be fun.  "O' course, y'd have t' show m' ass to de tattoo artist," he stated as a drawback.

Growling a little, Logan pawed Remy’s bum possessively.  “Ya like that I'm possessive of ya.”  Remy nodded, smirking at Logan still.  It felt good to belong to him.

A part of him wished that he could have the exclusivity with Logan, but... there was no changing the circumstances.  Smirking a little, Logan said, “That's sexy,” grinning.  “I like possessin' ya...”

"Y' gonna let everybody else know I belong to y'?" he asked with demure eyes.

Settling on top of Remy, Logan asked, “Would ya like that?”

Remy nodded with longing eyes.  He didn't care if it was a little collar or a ring... he just wanted something... something he could think about Logan by looking at.  Something they chose together.

Studying him a little, Logan said, “This all comes back t' the ring thing, huh?”

"I jus'..."  Remy bit his bottom lip.  "Does it boder y'?" he asked with a tentative gaze.

Stroking his eyebrow, Logan asked, “Bother me?  Well...  No...” but I guarantee it will bother Creed.

"I'm glad."  Remy knew it would bother Creed.  He didn't care.

Feeling a little trapped there, Logan didn’t want to mention that it would only be fair if Creed and he got a ring, too, but he didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet.  Remy kissed his lips and started to get out of bed, wanting to go make breakfast for his lover.

Letting Remy go, Logan sighed and rubbed his face, cursing silently that he didn’t have the balls to come clean with him.  Hopping into the kitchen in nothing but the boxers he threw on, Remy went about making a protein-erific meal for him and Logan.  Begrudgingly, Remy made some for Creed too, but he tried not to think about it as he did.

Theron crept into the boathouse and looked around for Logan.  He didn't see him but he did smell something divine from the kitchen, so he peeked through the doorway and saw Remy in... not very much.

In the bed, Logan grumbled until he finally managed to pull on some boxers of his own and lazily stumbled into the kitchen.

Stepping up to Remy Theron tried to be quiet but Remy whirled around with a greasy spatula in his hands.  "Breakfast ain' ready, Creed," he said, almost spitting his name.  He tried to maintain his composure, but wasn't succeeding very much. 

Logan watched, not knowing what to do at the sight of them and just said softly, “Remy...”

"Mornin', cher.  We got sausage an' eggs goin' so far.  Anythin' else y' wan'?"

Some peace of mind?  “Nah... That's good.”  He looked up at Creed, not expecting him to be there.

Remy could just feel Creed's eyes on him.  Theron looked away from Remy and down to Logan.  "G' mornin'," he said and leaned in to kiss Logan briefly.

Seeing that Remy was making a power play with Creed there, Logan didn’t really want to be stuck in the middle of this.  Remy shoved everything onto three plates and handed one to each of them with a fork. 

Quietly, Logan said, “Thanks, darlin’....”

"Y' welcome, cher," Remy said with a smile, but ignored Creed.  Remy went to his own food and decided that he should probably live up to his promise and actually eat with them.  Sighing, he took his own dish to the dining room table.

Following Remy in, Logan looked over at Creed, shrugged a little, not really knowing why Remy was being so cold to him.  Theron shrugged back to Logan, but followed to the table.  He didn't know what had suddenly come over Remy either, but he was concerned about it.

Hunching over his food Logan ate and asked, “Found shelter, Creed?”

"Made shelter, but I don't think I'm really gonna need it this week.  It's pretty moderate out, all the trees'll start ta bloom soon," he observed.

Remy ate quietly, listening to their conversation, but not going into it. 

“You still on the property?”

"Oh yeah.  Xavier's is fenced in, so ya don't need ta worry about that.  Wouldn't be easy fer me ta just get in an' out, ya know?"

“Cyke come ta talk to ya yet?”

"Why the hell would Cyke talk ta me?  Thought you said I was supposed ta be hidin' from 'im anyway," he observed.

Remy finished his food and went to go take a shower.  He was sure he probably stank of sex all over the place.  He was wondering how Creed was even eating, but he supposed that he probably liked the smell.

Shrugging, Logan said, “Just assumed he'd be comin’ out there to give ya some severe threats or somethin’....” he trailed off, watching Remy go, then sighing heavily.

"You know what's wrong with 'im?" Theron asked, referring to Remy with the jut of his chin.

“He's attracted ta you an' doesn't wanna be.  ‘S my guess.”

"Oh, well that's great," he said sarcastically.

“Thought that'd make ya happy...” Logan said, eyeing Theron, his arms crossed on the table.

Theron tried to keep the gears from moving in his head.  He should just leave the kid alone... but he really... didn't want to.  He wanted the kid to like him.  "You thought it'd make me happy that he's treatin' me like I ain't here?" he asked perplexed.

“Thought it make ya happy ta know the reason he's treatin' you like you ain't here is that he's tryin' ta keep himself from jumpin' ya.”  Logan sort of went dead inside.

"Oh... yeah,” Theron said looking at the table, pained because he knew it probably killed Logan just realizing that, let alone saying it.  “'S Good ta know why," he said simply.  He wasn't really hungry any more, but he shoved the food in his mouth anyway, since he knew he'd be wanting it later.  "Logan..."  Theron didn't know what to say to him, but he wanted to say something comforting.  He could see his crestfallen face.  "That kid loves you, ya know?"  This is better than him lettin' himself jump all over me, isn't it? he asked Logan silently, but didn't think he would be happy at the implication, so kept quiet with his remark.

Still empty, dispite Theron’s assurance, Logan said, “I'm makin' him miserable.”

"Logan... this whole thing is makin' him miserable, it ain't just you.  I mean, you guys got yer telepathic thingy that keeps ya from goin' anywhere an' we got our history a two millennia t'gether...  He knows ya can't turn yer back on that any more than ya could turn yer back on what you got with him.  There ain't nothin' you could do ta make him feel better now... except love 'im back." 

Saying nothing, Logan just stared at his empty plate, feeling like shit.

"I'm'anna take off," he said after finishing his plate.  "You take care o' the kid," he said and leaned in to kiss Logan on the cheek before he left the boathouse.

Almost reaching out to grab him to make him stay, Logan kept his hands to himself and watched him leave, feeling a little lost.

Remy came out of the shower and dressed in casual clothes.  Sighing, he went to go start dealing with the complete mess of a room that Remy had made in the master bedroom.  The bed was completely wrecked and warped from the explosion and Remy noted the twisted metal of the bed frame.  That wouldn't have been pretty if he had gotten caught in it.

Hearing the water turn off, Logan wondered where Remy was since he wasn’t out there and he went back to find him.  “Remy?”

"Oui, cher?" Remy called from the Master Bedroom.

Going in, Logan said, “Oh...” and unfolded his arms.  “Lemme help...” Logan said, pulling the metal projectiles out of the wall.

"Oh, tanks, cher.  Y' know, it really is my mess," he said, a note of... something bothering his tone.  "I haven' had anythin' like dat happen f' a while now," he said, elaborating on the up side.

“Good.  You been workin' out?”

"Yeah.  In Nathaniel's place dat was about all I did when I wasn' tutorin' Mark."  Dey were workin' out demselves while Remy was at it, he grumbled to himself.  He felt he might have needed to build up a little more tone, fearing he had lost some.

Raising his eyebrow, Logan said, “You worked out at Sinister’s?”

"Well, jus' stuff in m' room, no weights er anythin'.  Wasn' much t' do dere," he explained.

“What did you do there?  I just… I can't imagine....”  He helped him unfold the bed.

“I taught Mark 'bout de finer points o' cookin'... after de basics," and he remembered what fun that had been.  "Den I spent a lot o' time... tinkin' 'bout y'," he said and felt his cheeks flush a little bit.

Warmed that Remy was thinking of him, Logan ached that he was so lonely.  “I'm sorry I wasn't there for ya, Remy....”  He really, really was.  He wanted to be there for him whenever he needed him.

Smiling, in a kind of hurt fashion, a quick breath left Remy's lips.  "Don't worry 'bout it," he said.  Not like y' couldda helped when it was Creed's time wid y'.

Swallowing, Logan didn’t know how to make it up to him... am I going to feel this indebted my entire life?  “Ya got plans fer the day?”

"Jus' tryin' ta clean dis room up, a little.  Spendin' de day wid y' was m' main goal dough," Remy winked at him with his charmer's smile.

Grinning a little, Logan said, “Y'know, if you'd lettem make posters of ya, they'd be on every teen girls wall across America.”

Remy grinned.  "Y' wall's all I care 'bout."

Grinning, Logan took his chin.  “Point is, yer beautiful...” and he kissed him briefly before he got a broom to sweep up the feathers.  Remy smiled at Logan as he left for the broom.  Gathering up all the scorched blankets, Remy tried to see what was salvageable—if anything.  The duvet was just all over the place—hence the feathers, and there were a few blankets that had holes in them, but those could just be kept around for spares or picnic blankets... hey, he could give them to Creed if it was getting any sort of cold out.  Logan would probably like Remy to make the gesture. 

Coming back in, Logan started sweeping, saying casually, “Y'know, ya don't have ta be mean ta Creed if ya don't want to…” and he shrugged a little.  “But I mean, if ya really hate 'im that bad, then... go ahead.”

Shaking the soot off of them, Remy folded up the blankets and looked at Logan as he swept.  "I can'... Logan', I can' find an equilibrium...." he said with the shrug of his arms with the blankets.  "I don' know how."  Walking toward the door of the room, Remy bowed his head as he made ready to face Creed.

“Where ya goin'?”

"Um... I was gon' give dese t' Creed," he said.  "He say he's fine, but it's awful cold out dere at night.  Y' wanna bring 'em to 'im?" he asked, holding out the blankets to him.  If Remy had a soft spot it was for people who were enduring cold.

“Nah...  you go ahead.  Logan thought they should talk, but he got a pang of sharp, painful fear that Remy would come back smelling of sex.  As soon as Remy was gone, Logan sat on what was left of the mattress in jaw-grinding anticipation.

Remy nodded and left the house going to find Creed.  He wandered out in the forest for a while, not knowing where Creed had set up his little shelter they had talked about over breakfast.  "Hey, kid," Creed's voice came from behind him.  Remy whirled about and swallowed at Creed's casual posture leaning up against a tree.  He hadn't heard him or anything.  "What’s that?" he asked at the bundle in Remy's arms.             

"Dey're blankets," he explained, holding them out.  "Don' worry 'bout gettin' 'em dirty," he said as he shoved them at Theron as he walked past him.                     

Creed caught his arm as he moved past him.  "Why you so mad at me, hunh?" he asked, even though Logan had already given him the answer to that question.   He wanted to hear it from the boy.                                                                                            

"You take a wild guess, Creed, an' you'll probably come up wid somethin'."  He had after all hurt Remy in so many ways so very many times that it would be easy to come up with some excuse.                                   

"I thought you were gonna gimme a clean slate like Logan did," he said noting that Remy had allowed him to sleep with Logan at the same time and had even allowed them to kiss.  Could he really be as mad as it looked?                                          

"Clean slate, Creed?  I don' tink so," Remy said and tried to pull away, but Creed's grasp was very strong.                                                   

Letting the blankets drop, Theron moved closer to Remy.  "What about kissin' me, hunh?  What was that all about?"  As he recalled, it was Remy who initiated their first one.                                                                                                          

"Was tryin' t' work tings out wid y' f' Logan, but Logan' don' like de idea o' dat, so I'm tryin' t' stay de fuck away from y'," he growled.                         

"So it's all about pleasin' Logan, hunh?"                                            

"O' course it is—are y' nuts?"  Remy looked at Creed in shock.  Did he not care about Logan so much that he was going to risk his happiness?  Was he going to risk his own life for a chance to fool around with someone else?                            

"What if I told you that Logan doesn't mind if we get up to anythin' by ourselves?" he asked wrapping an arm around Remy's waist, pulling him in tight.  His mouth went down toward Remy's.  The gesture with the blankets had warmed Theron, but it was Remy's smell that made him want to kiss him.  He smelled so clean.                         

"I'd say y' fulla shit, Creed," he spat in Creed's face and tried to pull away.  Theron let go of Remy to wipe the spit from his face, and Remy was long gone by the time he could see clearly again.  Well, that went well, he thought to himself at Remy's disappearance.                                                                                             

Remy ran back to the boathouse and was breathing heavy and fuming when he stepped through the door.  Hearing him, Logan rose immediately and went out to the living room.  “Remy?

"Dat animal does not care about y', Logan," Remy seethed through clenched teeth, pacing in the living room.  He might actually need a session in the Danger Room; he was crackling with energy.

Swallowing, Logan had a pretty good idea what this was about.  “Why do you say that?”

"Because he tried t' kiss me, damnit!!!  He knows y'd be upset an' he went ahead an' was bein' a dick anyway."  Remy's fists clenched and unclenched and he visibly tried to keep his body from glowing.  "I need t' blow somethin' up, Logan," he said as he walked out the door and walked down to the lake to blow rocks to pieces... maybe charge the water again.

Folding his lips together, Logan thought it would be better to talk to Remy about this when he was calm, and followed him out.  “Wanna go t' the Danger Room?”

"Don' know if I'd make it," he said and charged a few rocks and threw them into the lake, each of them making an explosive splash.

Nodding, Logan went to find him big rocks to charge, and winced when the hot water splattered against his skin.  “Gah!”

"Sorry, cher," Remy said and started throwing the rocks much farther away.  "Better?" he asked and tossed another one to the opposite side of the lake.

Snorting softly, Logan said, “Yeah...  Use more a’ that energy...” handing him a freaking boulder.

"I ain' gonna be able t' throw dat one very far, cher," he smiled at Logan.  Kneeling down, Remy stuck his hands in the water and swished his hands around as the water steamed around them.  It was really hot and Remy's skin was scalded, but he didn't care if his hands were going to be fine afterward.

Sitting down next to him, Logan asked, “Feelin' better?”

Remy snorted.  "I ain' gonna blow up now," he stated, but it was obvious he wasn't feeling 'better.'  There was immense pain in his hands, but it only mirrored his anger.

Swallowing, Logan muttered very quietly, “I told 'im that if you wanted him...  I wouldn't be...  y'know... opposed.”  Well, he would be very much opposed, but he would suffer silently, basically.

"What???!!!" Remy shouted glaring at Logan.  An' y' didn' warn me o' dis—why?  "But y' would, Logan," Remy observed, having felt the twinge when he said it.  It was a twinge like the feeling of a lie.

“Yeah, but it's better than havin' you miserable an' pretendin' ya hate Creed's guts.”  Logan couldn’t look at him right then.

"Non, it's not.  An' I do hate Creed's guts, Logan."  Bein' an empath, I find I can manipulate dese tings, he mentioned to himself.   "If y' were gonna say, ‘okay, let's all love each oder an' try an have it be a nice healthy relationship’—"  Remy was starting to believe in those less, "den I might say, ‘okay, let's give it a go,’ but I won' have y' gettin' upset if y' gon' get upset."

“Remy, ya hate him ‘cause ya made yerself hate him!”  Putting his face in his hands, Logan said, “You were stinkin' a want when I walked in on the two a you, yer just tryin’ ta smother it.”

"So I'm cheatin' a little.  Ain' so hard t' hold a grudge, not wid everythin' he done in de past."  But den, y' bein' a hippocrite, ain'cha, Le Beau?  Better t' be a hypocrite dan t' lose Logan, he retorted to himself.

“Don't do it, Remy...  It'll only fuck you up worse in the end...” trust me I know.

"What do y' wan' me t' do?!" he shouted and let another burst go through his hands into the water, boiling the water around him and making him hiss in pain.  I'm yours, don' y' understand dat?  Y' control m' every action... y' control m' heart.... please, Logan... tell me what t' do....

Softly, Logan said, “I want you ta be selfish fer once...”

"An' dat would make y' happy?"

“Yeah...” he swallowed, staring into the lake, past the steam.

"Can I choose de way I get t' be selfish, Logan?" he asked. 

“There are different ways to be selfish, darlin’?”

"Non... jus' different actions t' be taken," he clarified.

“You can do whatever ya want, angel...”

Remy's hands stopped charging the water and he let the cool influx of water ease the pain in his hands as they healed before pulling them out.  Sighing, he hugged Logan and nearly sobbed, "Tank y', cher."

Nodding, “Sure, darlin’...” Logan didn’t know what he did, but....

Taking in a long breath, Remy let it out shakily and pulled away from Logan.  "Can we go inside now?" he asked, smiling at him.

“Yeah... I'm sorry, I... I meant to tell ya 'bout what I said ta Creed, but there didn't seem ta be a right time....”

"S' okay.  I just wouldda liked some warnin'," he smiled.  "But it's okay now, cher," he said brushing Logan's cheek.  His face was very relaxed as he looked at his lover.

“So... Ya gonna tell me how yer plannin’ on spoilin’ yerself, or ya gonna make me sweat it?”

"I'll let y' know when I decide," Remy smiled but he already had something in mind.

Taking his hand, Logan noticed was still hot.  “You mad at me?”

"Not... no' really," Remy said looking at the deck planks.  He was a little upset that Logan hadn't warned him, but that was it.  He was a little surprised that Logan was willing to let Remy and Creed... venture into a relationship of any sort without him, but he didn't think he was comfortable with the idea just yet.

Stroking his fingers over Remy’s, Logan asked, “Did you... like it?  When the three of us were t'gether?”

Rising, Remy started to head for the boathouse with his hand in Logan's, but he stopped at Logan's question.  Lip trembling ever so slightly, Remy thought about it.  He had mixed feelings about the entire thing.  He liked the added rush of another person there, but at the same time, he felt he could never open up when Creed was there.... on the other hand, that problem might be fixed now that Remy could keep his shields closed and still feel Logan.  Logan did look really hot when Theron was making love to him.  He remembered the first time he walked in on them.  Their sweaty bodies were gorgeous and he loved giving Logan a pleasure that was incomparable to the sensations he could get from just one lover. 

Logan's reaction to them together though had spoiled it every time.  "Non," he said, feeling the sinking in his stomach at the overall experience.  "Some of it was good, but overall... it jus' wasn'... good f' everyone."  If it had been good for everyone, Remy didn't think there would have been as much of a problem.  He might actually get to like Creed, but he was... not going to even think about that possibility at this moment.

Nodding a little, Logan kept walking with him, running his hand through his hair.  “Okay...”  He decided to stop talking since disaster seemed imminent.

Squeezing his hand lightly, Remy went back to cleaning up the disaster area.  They were probably going to need to mop the floors before replacing the bed.  Remy checked the damage that was done to the dresser next to it, and not much was harmed in it.  There were a pair of shorts that looked like the wearer would have sustained a fatal injury had they been wearing them the time the clothing was damaged, but other than that, everything was fine.

"So... Logan, what brought on de 'y' can sleep wid each oder remark?" he asked conversationally.  He really was curious, but figured it would just be a martyr mentality—like his, he thought ironically.

Shrugging a bit, Logan said, “Ah...  Well...  I just... wanted you ta be happy...” and you were reeking of want when he had you against the wall.

Smiling at him, Remy said over his shoulder, "I am happy, Logan."

Swallowing, Logan challenged, “No, yer not Remy.  Don't lie ta me,” ‘cause it really pisses me off.

"Logan, y' know how complicated dis situation is.  I'm as happy as I'm gon' get," he said walking over to him and putting his hands on Logan’s arms, rubbing them a little.

Well, that was hardly reassuring!  “Just...  be open with me, yeah?”

"Oui, Logan.  I'll be open wid y';" Remy promised and leaned in to hug Logan.

Clasping his arms around Remy firmly, he kissed Remy’s hair.  “I just want ya t' be happy...”

"Same t' you, y' know?" he said smiling brightly as he pulled away to look Logan in his eyes.

Smirking a little, Logan touched Remy’s cheek.  “Hey... I gotta go talk ta Scott 'bout somethin’...  You gonna be okay here?”

"O-oui...." Remy said nervously, hoping that Creed didn't choose that time to barge in.  If he did, he would just have to shove him out.  "Y' know how long it'll take y'?" he asked.

Stroking his arms, Logan said, “You wanna come with me?”  He could smell Remy’s apprehension.

"I should clean up here... 'm mostly feelin' useless... an' I don' wanna—" feel like y' shadow, "be a fift' wheel."

Still stroking his arms, Logan said, “Creed won't hurt you, Remy...   If that's what's got ya so uptight.”

Remy smiled, reassured.  "Tanks."  He really was glad Logan felt like Creed would behave himself. 

Leaning in, Logan gave Remy a soft, sincere kiss.  “Love ya, Remy.”  Logan started out toward the mansion.

"Love y' too, cher," Remy said to Logan as he walked away.

Going through the halls, Logan noticed he was getting looked at more than usual, and knocked on Scott's office door.

"Come in," Scott called from his office.

Coming in, feeling a bit defensive, Logan decided to give Scott the benefit of the doubt, and sat in a chair across from him.  “Hey.  Wanted ta ask ya somethin’...”

Scott lifted an eyebrow behind his glasses, wary of a request from Logan these days.  "What is it?" he asked, trying to keep a neutral voice, but it came out stiff—as usual.

“You were talkin' ta me about teachin’ some history class a while ago...  Thought I'd take ya up on it if it's still available.”

"The position is for next Semester, since we're half-way through this one.  I would need you to be around regularly, Logan," Scott said severely.   "It would mean daily classes.  Do you think you could keep up with that?" he asked.  He was trying to asses Logan's permanence more than anything.  He was in the habit of getting up and running off whenever he felt like it.  He had felt that Logan had progressed sufficiently along those lines that he would offer the position to him though.

Shrugging Logan said, “Yeah.  Easy.  I'm here alla time, anyway.”  At least these days I am.

"Okay.  There are a few students who will need to be taking summer school classes and some of them will need History.  We'll start you off with them and see how it goes, then in the fall we'll give you a full class.  That will give you an opportunity to work out your curriculum and class structure before you dive in.  How does that sound?" Scott asked, really hoping that Logan would stay around for even the entire summer.

Raising his eyebrows, Logan muttered, “..... Good,” a little shocked Scott didn't go off about how he shouldn't be keeping such bad company and that fragmented relationships like his set a bad example for the students, etc, etc...

Scott expected that Logan would be adult enough to keep his relationships and their nature outside of the classroom and so did not lecture him on such things.  He was gearing up for one though, lemme tell ya.  He was this close to booting Creed from the campus, but that would hardly solve things.  Still, having the man loose in the boathouse made his skin itch.  He was less than half a mile from the students.  Tucking his misgivings behind his visor, Scott stood from his desk.  "Okay, you're hired."  He extended his hand to Logan.

Rising, Logan grasped Scott’s hand firmly, but not that pissing contest kind of grip.  “Thanks...” and he meant it.

"Thank you.  I'll get you the teachers' manuals that you need by the end of the week so you can go over the source material and plan your lessons."  If he worked out, he would love to have Logan as an advisor, especially for the particularly spunky kids.  They might need someone like him to look up to, but he would wait and see what this position turned up.

Nodding, Logan said, “Right... I'll just...  Look over that, then....”

Scott smiled at him and disengaged his hand.  "Did you have any questions about the position right now?"

Shaking his head, Logan was so expecting a rejection he didn’t really know what he was doing.  “No...  No...”

"Okay.  Find me this Friday and I should have everything together for you by then.  See you," he said and sat back down at his desk, jotting something down on a notepad by his desk.

Nodding, Logan went out, deep in thought, and found himself back in the boathouse not knowing how he got there.  “Remy?”

"Hey, cher... y' feel.... kinda numb.  You okay?" he asked really curious about the odd sensations running through Logan.

Snorting a little, Logan said, “I'm gonna teach a history class, Remy.”

A smile lit Remy's face.  "Dat's great!" he shouted and kissed Logan happily.  "Do y' know what era yet?" he asked excitedly.  He knew Logan had been looking forward to it and wanted to support him however he could... although he didn't know much about history.  "If y' need t' know anythin' 'bout life in 1891, dat's de only year o' history I'm real familiar wit'," Remy joked.

Grinning at him, Logan said, “I thought he was gonna shoot me down....”

"Shoot y'... Why would Scott wanna do dat?  Y'd be a great teacher, Logan."

“Well...  We'll see, I guess.  He's givin' me a summer class.”

"Is dat bad...?" Remy asked uncertain.

“Nah.  It's nice ta have a 'test class' y'know?”

Nodding, Remy silently wished Logan luck.  He was excited for him.

“Will ya help me design my lessons?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at him.

Taken aback Remy looked at Logan like he'd grown another head.  "Logan—I... I never even went t' school...."  How could he help somebody teach?

Shrugging, Logan said, “Hell, if I ever went, I certainly don't remember it.  C'mon!  It'll be fun.”  He grinned at him.

"Okay.  But I ain' takin' no responsibility f' my suggestions if y' use 'em!" he defended.

Chuckling, Logan said, “Fair enough.  How's the room comin'?”

"I'm gon' need t' scrub it next.  I cleared everythin' out t' de dumpster what needed t' be trown out.  I suppose it'd be easier t' mop t' get at all de soot," he thought.  Did he even have a mop in the place?  Surely there was one from when Scott and Jean used to live there....

“Hey, I can help with that....”  He used to spy on Jeannie when she would do cleaning chores, so he knew where the supplies were.

“Tanks, cher... I get de water ready if y' find a mop," he said and ran off to the kitchen to grab that bucket under the sink.

 

 

 

 

Thursday morning.

 

The alarm went off beside Remy on his night stand and he patted around for the big snooze button.  Sleeping through it, Logan curled against Remy’s back, arm flung over him.  Groggily, Remy tried to pull himself from bed, but it always took a while when he was supposed to wake up this early.  Oh, dis gon' be a challenge, Remy thought as he tried to disentangle himself from his sleeping and sensitive lover. 

Shifting subtly away from Logan, Remy supported his arm as he moved out from under it and tried not to disturb his legs too much as he slid from the bed.  Setting a foot down to support himself, he let Logan’s arm down... and thought better of it and took his pillow and let his arm drape over the pillow instead.  Curling his arm around the pillow, Logan pressed his face into it and settled down again... it smelled like Remy.  He ran into the shower of the empty room they were no longer using and scrubbed up before donning his colors and rushing up to the mansion for some early morning PT because Alex had it scheduled thus. 

On his jog to the mansion, Remy was wondering to himself how he was going to be selfish in this relationship and figured that something would present itself sooner or later.  Running through the kitchen, Remy snagged a cup of coffee to tide him over until breakfast and met his other team members down in the Danger Room.  "Yoah late, Remy," Rogue reprimanded him and Remy smiled with a shrug at her.  She shook her head at him and stepped through the doors.  She tried to divest herself of the images of them making hot passionate love that she had previously absorbed from Logan.  She didn't need that.

Theron watched Remy go and figured that he had to be back in a little more than an hour if he were going up the hill.  Sneaking inside, Theron looked around for Logan and smelled him in the bedroom.  Smiling, he opened the door further than it was cracked and spied on his sleeping lover.  He looked so cute, hugging Remy's pillow like that.  He wondered if he could make love to Logan in his sleep.  That would be so hot.  Theron was about to burst at the thought of it—he had only had his hand and hot thoughts about Remy and Logan to keep him company for the past week.  Gently sliding the covers back, Theron dipped his head to Logan's arse.

Pretty deeply asleep, Logan was aware on some level that someone else was in the room, but he didn’t register them as a threat so he just dozed, blissfully unaware.  Licking along his gorgeous globes, he was glad Remy and Logan had made love last night—it meant Logan was naked.  It also meant there was lotion around here somewhere...  He felt around for it and found it on the floor on Logan’s side of the bed.  Convenient place for it.  Letting his tongue slide deeper into Logan's crevice, he licked at his hot hole.  Oh yeah, Theron thought he might cum in his jeans.  Speaking of jeans, he divested himself of them and started lubing up his cock—careful not to jerk on it too much or he might cum prematurely.  When he felt with his tongue that Logan's muscles were relaxing he moved up behind him on the bed and pressed against Logan's tight hole.

Grunting and grumbling through this, Logan shifted and jerked with Theron’s touch, but was still determined to stay asleep... though he was unable to help waking up by degrees the more persistent he was.  “Mmmghh?”  Theron hadn't tasted him in so long, and the smell of sex with Remy was still in the air. 

Licking Logan's shoulder as he pressed in, he felt Logan open for him and slid into that wet gripping ass.  He made a tortured sound at the intensity of it and started sliding smoothly in and out of Logan.  He felt so incredibly good!  And it was just hot that he was sleeping just moments before this. 

"<Lover... are you awake?>" he whispered in Logan's ear.  He loved speaking Greek to him and hoped that he would enjoy waking up to it.  He wanted Logan's first moments of consciousness to be blinding pleasure.

Awake now, Logan was well aware of what was going on; having an enormous cock sliding into his arse was one helluva wake up call.  “Creed...”  Gripping his forearm as he thrust, Logan grunted into the pillow, too overwhelmed to make a judgment as to whether this was good or bad or right or wrong.  Theron took that as a 'yes.'

Body sensitive from sleep, Logan wriggled against Theron as the pleasure was almost too much, and he dug his toes into the sheets and reached back to get a hold of his hair.  Theron let his hands roam over Logan and fondled his nipples.   With his slicked up hand, he reached down to stroke Logan's cock, hoping it would feel great for him.  Theron loved the feel of Logan’s hands in his hair.

Snarling throatily, Logan pushed back on him making hard, primal sounds, encouraging Theron with his body to make it fast and hard.

"<Oh—Aphrodite—>"  Theron's rhythm became frantic and he clutched Logan hard as he fucked into him.  Logan's ass and the way he worked his hips made him so hard, he felt like his cock was solid adamantium!  Breathing in his scents mingled with Remy's from the previous night's sexcapades, Theron couldn't hold out any longer and came hard into Logan.

Almost hurting with how hard Theron was fucking him in the end there, Logan needed him to stroke his cock a few more times before he came as well, jerking back onto him and snarling hard between clenched teeth.  Theron clenched and stroked at Logan's cock as he came—almost as if he were stroking himself trying to make his orgasm better.  It was incredibly good already.

Panting and hissing through his teeth as he came down, Logan still clutched the pillow that Remy left with him.  Theron growled contentedly in Logan's ear.  "<You are divine, lover....>"

Moving away from him a little, Logan asked, “What're you doin' here?  It ain't yer turn, yet....”

Theron's sexy growl turned a little embittered.  "The kid ain' here," he pointed out.  "He wouldn't mind."  Hell, he doesn't mind if I fuck ya on Mondays, but on Sundays—'oh no'?

Going up on his elbow, Logan hung his head.  “Creed, get out.”

"Logan..."  He sighed and gently removed himself from Logan, really hurt, and put his clothes back in order before heading out of the boathouse.  What kind of sense did this make?  Theron was really confused.

Baring his teeth Logan nose-dived into Remy’s pillow, yowling into it, hoping to muffle the sound.  Theron heard it and that stung just as much as Logan telling him to get out.  He cringed at the pang that echoed through him like the sound of Logan's cry through his ears.

Feeling like it must be impossible to live like this without one of them being constantly hurt, Logan sat up and winced at the feeling of having been fucked and he wondered where Remy was.

Remy was just finishing his Session and was absolutely starving.  He wanted to eat with Logan though, so he skipped out of the debriefing and ran to the boathouse.  Stopping in his tracks... Remy saw Creed walking casually away from the house.  Heart picking up, Remy focused on Logan.  That wasn't a good feeling!  There was lots of guilt running though Logan, but he didn't know about what... maybe they just talked....  Running to the boathouse, Remy called Logan's name as soon as he was inside.  "Logan?"

Oh, shit.  “Yeah?” he called, sitting in the bed, panicking, worrying, confused and guilty, on his knees, hunched over on the bed.  The foremost sensation on Remy’s mind was the panic.  The guilt came next.  Stepping into the room, Remy looked at Logan.  Aware of Remy there behind him, Logan’s skin prickled and he ran his hands over his face, not wanting to be the first to break the silence.

Looking at him... Remy noticed the cream dripping out of Logan.  Remy's eyebrows raised.  He hadn't been looking for it—or had he?  He saw it nevertheless and the hurt stuck him like a big needle.  Remy swallowed and his teeth ground together.  "In de mood f' sometin' different?" Remy asked in a clipped tone.  He could have been implying breakfast... but he really wasn't.

Very much aware that Remy knew, Logan swallowed hard.  “I was asleep...  I didn't kn...”  Well, that was a lie; he knew.  He knew it was Creed, but he didn't...  Logan sighed.  “I’m sorry, Remy...”

Growling, Remy said harshly, "Shower," and left the room.  He really wanted to go out and blow Creed up so he could come back inside and eat something safely, but after checking... Remy didn't actually seem to be so out of balance.  He had done a lot of normalizing over the week.  He didn't need to go and blow Creed up... but he still wanted to just on principle.  Gnashing his teeth together, Logan sat there a moment before marching out of bed and into the shower like Remy ordered.

Remy paced back and forth in the living room, waiting for Logan.  He wasn't going to cook—not when he felt like this.  He might go up to the mansion afterward and get something to eat at the dining commons, but he was going to talk to Logan first.  He didn't know whether or not he should accept Logan’s apology.  Creed was less stable than Remy... should he excuse him because it was his first week?  If Remy had been in his off-week, he didn't know if he would have been able to keep away if Logan had been free from Creed for ten minutes.  But Remy had removed himself from the situation anticipating that.  He growled loudly in his head, but it came out as a strangled snarl.

Definitely hearing that as he came downstairs in jeans and a white tee-shirt, Logan padded barefoot toward Remy and leaned in the doorframe quietly.  Remy stopped and looked at Logan.  Closing his eyes, his features relaxed.  "C'mere, cher," he said gently, most of his venom gone.

Going toward Remy, arms folded, Logan was expecting a diatribe, maybe a few fists flying his way.  Enfolding him in his arms over Logan's crossed ones Remy pressed his face to Logan's hair.  Having gathered from Logan's brief and disjointed explanation, Logan had been unaware of what was going on until it was too late.  He could forgive that because Logan had said he was sorry.  He just didn't know what to do about Creed.  "Should I go beat 'im up, or d' you tink he jus'... couldn' help it?" he asked.  It was after all, Logan's affair—not like—well, yes like that, but that wasn't what Remy had meant when he thought it.

Uncrossing his arms, Logan said, “I c'n talk to 'im...”  After all, it was Logan he crawled up on when he wasn't expecting it.  “I just think he...  He doesn't have anythin' ta fall back on like you do.”

That was true and a good point.  Remy nodded.  "Okay, cher."  Remy really didn't like that he was getting away with this though.  And he thought that as much as Remy had a place to get away to, he surely wasn’t having sex during the off-weeks.

Reaching out, Logan touched Remy’s cheek with the back of his fingers.  “Remy, it's okay ta be mad.  You always try ta be so reasonable.”

Remy grimaced a little.  "I guess I figured dat... if I wasn' reasonable dat... it'd only make tings worse, y'know?  I mean... he's crazy already an' me bein' crazy wouldn' help...."

“Yer not crazy if yer angry about somethin' like this, Remy.  But you'll go crazy if ya keep holdin’ it in....”

"I s'pose crazy wasn' de word I meant... volatile?" he asked.  Remy shrugged.

Smirking at him a little, Logan still stroked Remy’s cheek.  “I'm sorry, Remy...”

"S okay, Logan.  Not like any o' dis is anybody's fault."  He admitted that it felt particularly painful for being dragged out so long like this, but he was trying to bear with it.

Putting his arms around Remy, Logan sighed into his shoulder.  “You c'n go beat him up if you want.”  He could feel Remy’s anger.

"Non, I ain't gonna.  Guess it ain' really m' place, y' know?  Y' need t' sort it out wid him y'self."  He kissed Logan on the cheek and headed out the door.  "I be back in a bit.  Gon' have breakfast up at de mansion," he explained.  He assumed that Logan would take that time to go and talk to Creed.

Swallowing, Logan watched Remy go, figuring if Remy wasn’t going to beat up on Creed, he would... and he started out into the woods, tracing his scent.  Victor was in his little shelter by the borders of the grounds near the boathouse.  He had put down the blankets that Remy gave him and wondered at that gesture from him.  He smelled Logan coming and guessed that he was in for it—or that he was coming back for more and to apologize... but the scent of anger on him made him think he was more going to get reprimanded.  That wasn't fair.  They had never said 'no side-play while the lover-of-the-week was away.'

Stopping outside his little shelter, Logan crossed his arms.  “That wasn't playin' by the rules and you know it.”

"Which rule was it that I broke?" he asked indignantly.  He wasn't hurting anybody.

“That I'm Remy's fer this entire week!”

"Okay, so I misinterpreted it.  Sorry," he said, although... he didn't think he could ever be sorry for giving Logan pleasure like that.

Rubbing at his face, Logan crawled into Creed’s little shelter with him.  “Remy's hurtin'....”

"What—ya told 'im?" he asked.  He didn't think Logan would have told him.

“He came home early.  Saw you leavin’.  He's a bright kid.”  One didn’t need special powers to smell sex.

Theron nodded.  "Okay.  What should I do?  I apologize ta him, he'll blow me off the grounds," he said.  As much as he was feeling that he might have overstepped his bounds, he didn't think he deserved to be blown up for it.

“He won't blow you up.”  Sighing, Logan said, “But apologizin’ to him would be good.”  In fact, you'll do it if I have to hold my claws in your spine the entire time.

"All right, all right.  I'll figure out somethin' ta say," he sighed.  He didn't know how he was going to phrase it all exactly, but he would think about it.  "He there now?" he asked.

“Nah... He's havin' breakfast at the mansion.”  Sighing, Logan rubbed his eyes again.  “He should be back soon, though.”

Theron nodded.  "Okay fine.  I'll come by later," he said grouchily.  He supposed that meant no food for him that morning.

Snorting at him, because he could be so childishly pissy sometimes, Logan said, “Fine...  I’m gonna go make me some breakfast, I'll leave a little somethin' for ya.”  Crawling out of the little shelter, Logan said, “Don't ferget.”

Like he would forget when that was practically his only source of food.  "Yeah," he said.  Theron was thoroughly convinced that he was going to hate off-weeks.

Logan had meant, don't forget to apologize to Remy, but he made his way to the boathouse and started making pancakes.  Theron grumbled as he sat in the shade of his little shelter.                                                 

Remy was finishing up his breakfast... after picking at it for some time.  He was deep in thought and it took him longer than usual to eat because he was so distracted.  Eventually he headed home and found Logan cooking in the kitchen.  Smiling at him, Remy said, "I'da stuck aroun' if y' said you were gonna cook," jokingly.

Grinning a little, Logan said, “Trust me, after yer first bite ya woulda ended up back at the mansion anyway.”

Chuckling at him, he was grateful for the relaxed banter and he went up behind Logan and hugged him, feeling his hips.  "Y' not so bad of a cook, cher," he said as if it weren't that bad.

Starting when he realized he was burning a pancake, Logan flipped it out of the pan, barely managing to catch it before it flopped onto the floor.  “Come again?” he asked dryly.

"We could work on dat," Remy purred in his ear.

“Another student?  Sure you could handle it, darlin’?” he grinned, trying to make another pancake.

"Wasn' talkin' 'bout y' cookin'," he whispered nipping at Logan's ear.

“What were ya talkin' about, then, Remy?”  He really couldn’t figure it out, and looked back over their conversation and nothing made sense.

"Y' comin' again," and his nibble turned into a long lick along the shell of his ear.

Snorting, Logan jerked his head away from him.  “Remy, I swear.  Yer gonna make me burn my pancakes again.”

Laughing, Remy backed away.  "All right, cher.  I leave y' alone," he said swaggering out of the kitchen.

Watching him leave, eyes on his butt, Logan said, “Well, that's not necessary...” but he went back to pancakes because that one was smoking.  Remy smirked over his shoulder.  There was a knock on the door and Remy went to get it.

Opening the door, Remy was actually very surprised to see Creed standing there.  He looked uncomfortable, but Remy wasn't about to take an in-depth look at his feelings.

"Wha' d' you want?" he asked grouchily.  Pricking up his ears, Logan admitted he could be a bit of a snoop.

"I... I—came to apologize, Remy," Theron said quietly.  Not expecting that, Remy backed away from the door a step and let the door open.  He walked away from it and went to sit at the dining room table so they could sit.  Theron followed him in and sat across from him at the table.

Waiting at the table, Remy's arms were crossed over his chest.  "I listenin'," he said gravely.

"I didn't think ya'd be upset if I visited Logan while ya were away.  I'm sorry that I hurt ya," he said, trying to keep his language polite.  Moving very slowly as if making too much noise would shatter the conversation they were having Logan set pancakes on plates.

"I didn' visit Logan while it was y' week wid 'im," Remy protested, although he had left very early on the day of trade-off.  "What makes y' tink dat was fair?"

"Ya weren't here, Remy.  I—"  He still didn't understand what they were both so upset about.  You leave somethin' layin' around, it gets played with—that's yer fault.   "I said I'm sorry," he said and hoped that they wouldn't have to go through this again.  He didn't have anything else he wanted to clarify with them at the moment, but he figured that all sorts of things were bound to come up in the beginning.

Leaning over the sink, Logan felt sick the way they fought over him like a Tonka truck, but didn’t know what else to do or how to go about it.  Nodding, Remy rose from his chair.  "Don' do it again," he said as the closest to accepting of the apology as he was going to get.  Stepping over to Logan, Remy whispered to him that he was going to take a shower and that he should come into the bedroom when he wanted to see Remy again.  Remy wasn't really planning on leaving that room for the rest of the day and certainly not while Creed was still in the house.

Swallowing, Logan sighed heavily and brought his breakfast and Creed's to the table.  “Thanks,” he said to Creed and sat down across from him.

Shrugging, Theron looked at Logan and the burnt pancakes.  "Kid hasn't taught ya how ta cook?" he asked.  Logan had been a good cook... was that something that he couldn't remember?  He thought it was something like language that they had skipped over.

“Nah... Just not concentratin'...”  Not all of them’re charred, thank you very much, he thought to Theron, observing that just one or two were truly black.

"Well, gimme one o' them black ones.  Ya never cooked things well-done enough fer me.  Always wanted things ta be 'golden-brown.'"  He was exaggerating a little, but he didn't want to stick Logan with the bad ones and he did like things over-done sometimes.

Snorting, Logan would retort but he remembered how unreasonably happy he would get when Jean would let Logan lick the pancake batter spoon.  “Cyke lemme have that job.”

Creed raised his eyebrows.  "Yeah?  That's great."  Logan had told him he was afraid he wasn't going to get it because of him.

Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah... I was kinda surprised....” he said tearing the pancakes with his hands and nibbling on them.  “You gonna help me with the info I need?”

"Sure.  Anythin' ya want."  He was actually excited to be working with Logan on something.  They would probably have to plan two weeks at a time since they would be particularly incommunicado for a week at a stretch. 

Smirking a little, Logan leaned back when he finished.  “Well, I should go check on Remy... He's probably still pissed.”

"Yeah, well, tell 'im I'm sorry again," he said, finishing up his pancakes and getting up.  He didn't feel comfortable just being there while they were alone in that room.  Especially if he could hear what was going on.

“Yeah...  Hey...” he went over to him and gave him a strong hug before he could leave.

Theron hugged Logan back.  "Logan... I really am sorry about this mornin'..." he said sincerely.  He was certainly sorry that he had upset Logan and done something that made him uncomfortable.  He would never want to hurt Logan.  With the cold shoulder the kid was giving him though, he was less and less inclined to have sympathy for him.

Looking up at him, he said, “It's all right...  We just gotta be careful with Remy, ya know?  Kid’s a raw nerve.”

"If he'd a done that when it was our week... I s'pose I wouldda been upset too..." he acknowledged.  "I'll try an' be more careful."  Actually, Theron figured that he might have been especially upset seeing as he would have missed joining in.  He still couldn’t deny his attraction to the kid.

Sighing, Logan nodded.  “Yeah...  Take care, all right?”  Turning Logan started to head back to the room.  Nodding, Theron ducked out the boathouse door and headed to his little shelter in the woods.  Sitting down on the bed, Logan was immediately struck by Logan-Creed-sex smell and stood up to take off the bedding.

Remy was just getting out of the shower, towel around his waist and hair dripping still.  He saw Logan taking off the bedding and grimaced.  "Sorry," Remy said and helped him with the other side.  "I'll go stick 'em in de laundry," he offered.

“Nah, I got it, you c'n get the clean ones.”  Tucking the bedding under his arm Logan went out.  Remy went to the closet down the hall to grab clean sheets after he had toweled off his hair and was glad to note that Creed was gone.  Coming back upstairs, Logan picked Remy up along with the sheets he was carrying, and took them into the bedroom.

Remy laughed at Logan as he carried him.  "I ain' an invalid, Logan," he explained laughingly.

“Never said ya were, darlin’...” and he tossed him on the mattress, watching him bounce a little before crawling up with him.  Remy hugged Logan on the sheetless bed, not hurried to put them on.  Sighing into his ear, Remy asked, "Logan... dere anytin' y'd wan' me t' do differently?"  He was asking mainly in reference to Creed, but he wanted to know in general too.

Swallowing, Logan said, “No, Remy...  Just...” he sighed.  “Just look after yerself all right?” because he was trying to, but he had to look after so much.

"I'll be fine, cher," Remy assured.

Sighing, Logan nuzzled his neck.  “Prove it.”

"Time's gonna tell, cher," he chided.

 

 

 

 

Remy hadn't been able to sleep last night.  He was so nervous.  He had tried to keep a clamp on their empathic connection so he wouldn't disturb Logan and he hoped that it worked.  Kissing Logan in his sleep, Remy watched his face.

Shifting a little, waking up every time Remy shifted, Logan finally made an effort to pull out of sleep, and muttered, “What’s wrong, darlin’...?”

"Notin', cher," Remy said smiling at him.  "I jus'... have t' give y' up t'day...." Remy said sadly.

Petting him, a little clumsy from my sleepiness, Logan said, “I'm never far, babe...”

"So... what if I wanted t' talk to y' some time dis week....  Do y' tink dat would be okay?" he asked.  He didn't want to have another problem like with Creed.

“Yeah...  ‘Course...” and he folded his arms around Remy, trying to not be as sleepy as he was.

Remy sighed and caressed Logan's shoulder.  He didn't want to get up... but they had slept in and it was about the time that Remy had come home last week.  Getting up, Remy kissed Logan deeply and withdrew from the covers and Logan's embrace, looking at Logan's tired face.  Maybe he could make breakfast for them all before he left?

“Where you goin’?” Logan asked as Remy got jeans on; he wanted to cuddle some more.

"Creed's gon' be here any minute..." he tried to explain.

Sighing, Logan rolled onto his back.  “Well, you have me until then, darlin’.”  It was up to Remy how he wanted to spend that time.

"I jus'... would feel really uncomfortable... if he—caught us... y' know?"  Remy almost felt like he was... less legitimate in his relationship with Logan.  After all, Creed had been with him for two millennia.

Raising his eyebrows at him, Logan said, “All right, darlin’... It’s up ta you.

"Can I make y' somethin' before I go?  Anythin' y' wan'," he offered.

Shrugging, Logan said, “Ahh...  Toast?  Muffins?  Eggs?  Can I help?” he asked and started rolling to get out of bed, his hair sticking up everywhere.

Smiling brightly at him, Remy said, "Oui.  I'd love y' help." 

Almost tripping over some clothes, Logan hobbled into some jeans and followed Remy into the kitchen with a smile.  Remy purposefully didn't react to Logan almost tripping and headed into the kitchen.  Trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, Logan wrapped his arms around Remy from behind and leaned into him.

"M gon' miss y', cher..." he said quietly as he set the pan he had on the burner.

“I'll be right here, Remy!  You c'n come talk ta me whenever you want....”

"Somehow, I don' tink Creed's gon' take too kindly t' me bargin' in on y' time t'geder," he observed.  Not with how Remy had treated him yesterday.  Remy was debating removing himself from the situation again, but then again, he was debating a lot of things.

Stroking down Remy’s front, Logan said, “Well... We're playin' it by ear, darlin’...  We may not even stick with this arrangement if it's too hard on the both of ya.”  Tightening his grip Logan felt as if he could sense Remy’s willingness to leave.

"Y' tink we might change it?" he asked.  He was wondering what other kind of arrangement might work...  Logan seemed to be just as sensitive as they were to the relationship between the other two.

“We might.  But we said we'd give it a month....”

Remy nodded.  A month, hunh?  Two more weeks.  One more week away from Logan, one more week with....  Stroking Remy’s stomach while he made things as if it were 'helping', Logan didn't want to lose contact with him.  “What're you gonna do this week?”

"Don' know jus' yet...  Tink I'll try an' get in touch wid Mark again.  Maybe see if he wants t' come up here...."

Nodding, Logan said, “He's a good kid...  Shame he got stuck with Sinister....”

"Mark seems t' like it so far," Remy said with a shrug.

Scowling a little, Logan stated, “Thats really disgusting.  Are they havin' sex?”

“Oh, yeah," Remy said emphatically.

Cringing, he asked, “Lots of sex?”

"Daily at least," Remy nearly winced.  He hadn't enjoyed being in the same building with them while it was happening, but he couldn't get away from it—being in ANTARCTICA either.

“Are they loud?”

"Well... I could hear dem...."  They weren't so loud that he could hear every little thing... but most everything.

Pressing his face in Remy’s back, Logan couldn’t muffle a chuckle.  “That's disgusting!!”  He came out of hiding and continued, “You think it's really love or Mark's just curious an' Sinister's taking advantage of him?”

"Oh, I have no idea.  Y' wan', I'll bring 'im ov' an' y' can talk t' him about it."  Remy hadn't talked to him about his feelings for the ancient man.

Logan cringed.  “Cripes, no.  I don't wanna touch that can a worms....”

"Well, y' kinda got me curious so I'll let y' know what de news is if I glean anythin'," Remy winked at him.

Chuckling, Logan finally disengaged from him and started really helping now that he was more awake.  “So you an' Mark get along?”

"Yeah.  F' de most part.  He can be a little... naive.  S'pose dat comes from bein' only a year an' a half old...."

Nodding, Logan said, “Probably...  So...  You think Sinister cloned you ‘cause he wanted yer empathy?  Or.... just cause he... y'know... wanted ta have sex with ya?”  It had actually given Logan a few sleepless nights thinking about that.

"He... told me he wanted m' empathy... but he created Mark...  He said he was tryin' t' make Mark wid empathy... but dat he jus'... didn' have it... so I don' know...."

Nodding, Logan still got a little prickly when he thought about Remy sleeping with Sinister... in fact, he got downright nauseated.  “Well...  All right.”  He always thought maybe Sinister wanted to bag his man.

Remy broke some eggs into the pan and grabbed a spatula.  "Scrambled okay, or do y' wann'em fancy?" he asked Logan.

“Uh...  No, scrambled's good...”  He was off daydreaming about the various ways he would fillet Sinister for daring touch Remy.  “So, what would you do with Mark if he came up this week?”

"Tink I might actually show him 'roun' New York an' stuff.  See what trouble we coudn' get int'," Remy smirked.

Grinning, Logan said, “Sounds like fun...  How many muffins you want?”  He had stolen some from the mansion a little while ago.

"Deux," he said, stirring the eggs.

Logan was really pleased to see that Remy was eating without reserve again and started when the toast popped up.  Shaking his head at Logan' jitteriness, Remy himself started when he heard the front door open.                  

"Thought I smelled cookin'.  How you guys doin'?" Theron asked.

Smiling softly to himself at the sound of his voice, Logan said, “C'mon in... We made extra.”

Theron had been hoping they did.  He didn't want to be punished for the rest of his life for one mistake.  "Thanks," he said and stepped into the kitchen to give Logan a good morning kiss.  Remy went particularly still as they kissed, but he wasn't going to say anything.  He was just deep in thought.

Feeling internally settled with the both of his lovers close, where he could just reach out and touch either of them, Logan knew it wouldn’t last.  He hoped to just enjoy it for the few moments he had it.  Remy felt the contentedness and was happy to spend a few moments being... civil before he left.

Holding up the plates for Remy to divvy up the eggs onto, Logan carried them over to the table and sat down next to Creed, to be between the two of them.  “Remy might invite Mark up for the week.”

"Really?" Theron asked.  He would actually be happy to see the kid.  He had been a nice kid.  "You guys wanna come over for dinner some night?" he asked Remy.                  

"Uh... I'll see what Mark says...."

“That is, if he can even get him to come.  Rumor has it Mark and Sinister have quite a strict regime of constant sex.”

Theron choked on his eggs.  "Yer kiddin'!!!!!!" he stared wide-eyed at Logan, then shifted his gaze to Remy.                            

Remy shrugged.  "C'est vrais."

“Creepy, huh?”  He took huge bites, taking his time mulching through it.

"Woah... that's... yeah."  Theron looked at Remy again.  "How d' you know?" he asked.  He didn't think Sinister would... be so open about that sort of thing.  

“I was two doors down—I know."                         

"Ooohhh," Theron said making a big nod.

Shaking his head, Logan looked at Creed.  “We shoulda never let that boy outta our sight...  Lookit what trouble he's gotten himself into.”

"Yer tellin' me.  That spells bad news, I tell ya," Theron said shaking his head some more.

“That's what I'm thinkin’....  But Remy says they're good t'gether...”  Looking at Remy, he expected him to tell Theron about it.

            "I didn' sat dat, I said dey were loud," Remy explained.

“...... Nah.  You said they had a 'perfect relationship.'”  Logan remembered that very pointedly… since he said it as if it were a painfully sharp contrast to theirs.

"Yeah.  Dey're loud," Remy smirked.

“Well... Be sure not ta lettim leave without lettin’ us say hi...  That is if you can get him ta come.”

"I'll see what I c'n do."

Nodding, Logan folded his arms on the breakfast table, finished and wondering how this transition was going to take place.  Remy finished with his and sighed.  Looking at Creed for a moment, Remy wasn't able to keep his eyes.  "I tink I'm gon' head up t' de mansion an' see if I can't get in touch wid Nathaniel.  I'll see you two later.  I'll call before I come down," he explained rising and leaning over to give Logan a kiss.

Seeing it coming, Logan sank his fingers into Remy’s hair and met him, keeping Remy against him so he could get a good kiss from him that really took.  “Love you, Remy....”

"Love y' too, cher," he said, smiling to him gently.  He backed away and left the boathouse.

Sighing, Logan felt a sharp pang of guilt, feeling like he was abandoning Remy so horribly when all he wanted was to love him and keep him happy.  Logan lowered his eyes.

"Hey," Theron said from beside him, putting a hand gently on Logan’s forearm.  "We're still just tryin' stuff out, right?  We might find somethin' that works better...."  He wanted to comfort Logan, but he didn't have much of an idea of why Logan was upset.  All he had to go on was that Remy was leaving and he looked sad at it.  Maybe they could move to an every other day system so it wouldn't be so wearing on them.

Sighing, Logan felt like a Ping-Pong ball with no control of its fate.  “Yeah... I guess.”  He put his hand over Theron’s.

"You gonna be okay?" he asked.

“Yeah...  'Course.  Just don't like him goin' ta Sinister's alla time.”

"It is kinda creepy that he made a clone a' Remy his lover...." Theron said, uncomfortable with the implications.

Putting his head in his hands, Logan said, “Yeah, don't remind me.”  He collected the breakfast plates and took them into the kitchen.  “I just gotta trust that Remy c'n take care a himself...” but he didn’t, obviously.

"You know he can, Logan," Theron objected to his tone of voice.  He recalled that if he hadn't been... coerced, that he would have been able to fend off Creed when Creed had demanded his... show of faith.

No, I don't.  “I guess...” he mumbled as he put the dishes in the sink.  “So...  Ahh...  Whaddya wanna do this week?”

"When's yer class startin'?" he asked. 

“Got less’an a month until this semester ends…”

"When're ya gonna start plannin' yer lessons?" he asked.  "Do ya even know the time period yer talkin' about yet?"

Grinning, Logan said, “Nah, I gotta get the books from Cyke t'day...  Lookin’ forward to it.”

 

 

 

 

Remy picked up the phone and dialed Nathaniel's number.  He didn't know why he remembered it so easily, but he did.

Lazing in bed, Nathaniel was curled around Mark, and he winced at the ring of the phone, willing it into his hand.  He greeted groggily, “Remy?”

"Hey, Nathaniel... sorry t' wake y'..."  He had forgotten that he would actually need sleep now.  "I...uh... wanned t' see if Mark wanned t' come up f' a visit... an' I also wanted t' talk t' you 'bout somethin'.... personal."

Rubbing his eyes a little, amused by how human he felt, Nathaniel mumbled, “Hmmm?  What is the matter, Remy?”

"I don' wanna talk 'bout it ov' de phone... can I come an’ see you in a bit?" he asked.  He didn't want to rush them, but since he had Nathaniel on the phone....

Grunting, he asked, “Today?”

"Well, whenev'... some time dis week?" Remy asked, hoping that he would say yes to at least some time this week.

“Mmm....  Very well...”  He could feel Mark stirring.  “Mark is awake if you wish to speak to him...”

"Yeah, I'd like dat."

“Here, pet...” and he helped Mark get a hold of the phone, then spooned up behind him and snuggled down.

Yawning into the phone, Mark asked, "Mm—hello?"                                    

"Hey, frère," Remy said smiling at Mark's sleepy sounds.  "Would you like t' come an' stay at de mansion wid me f' a few days?" he asked, not knowing how long he might want to stay.

"Oh... sure, Remy.  Uh... when would be good for you?"                             

"M' schedule ain't 'sactly a big deal, frère," he said.  "I'd be more worried 'bout puttin' Nathaniel out.  I dunno if it takes anythin' outta him ta pull open a tesseract," he explained.                                  

"A what?"  Mark stuck the receiver away from his mouth.  "Nathaniel, what's a tesseract?"

“It's a...  ahh...” he said waving his hand a little, “One of those time/space folds...” and patted Mark’s hair.  “I'll explain it later.”

"Does it hurt when you make one?" Mark asked a little worried for his lover.

Sometimes.  “No...”  He kissed Mark’s neck, folding him close and bending his top knee, and started prodding Mark with his cock.

Mark was shocked at the sudden contact.  Loving it, he couldn't deny that it sent washes of excitement through him, but—he was on the phone!  "Ah!  Nathaniel..." Mark objected lightly to him.  It wasn't that he didn't want Nathaniel to keep doing that, it was that he couldn't keep himself from making noise.  Hissing into the phone, Mark said, "I'm sorry, Remy.  I'll have to call you back when Nathaniel is up—  Talk to you later," he said quickly and hung up the phone.                         

Cringing, Remy clutched the phone so hard he thought he might break it.  "Two year olds," he muttered and hung up the phone harder than he needed to.  Did they always have to do that in his face?

Piotr came in, as Remy got off the phone, not having been home all night, one patch over his eye, which still hadn't healed yet and looked pretty nasty.  He was a little bedraggled, and stopped when he saw Remy at the phone, trying to pretend he was not there.  Remy tried to ignore Peter too.  The last thing he wanted to see was him.

Teeth grinding as Peter passed him, Remy stayed put so Peter would just pass him by.

Trudging up the stairs, Piotr started packing.  Regretting having burned his sketchbook to ashes Piotr thought how, sure, Remy was a whoring piece of trash that only cared for himself, but it would still be nice to be able to...  look at him every once in a while.

Piotr would never consciously admit it, but he wanted something that looked like Remy with him... Something of him, something about him...  Chest squeezing up when he thought about him...  Piotr would've done anything for him...  Swallowing hard Piotr started trying to sketch him again, but he couldn’t seem to make it work...  He started crumpling up pages and tossing them on the floor, starting over.

God, Remy still felt so bad for having hurt Peter that badly.  It was worse than what Logan had done to him.  Grimacing, Remy ran upstairs and grabbed the book from under his bed where he had stashed it.  He wanted to give the book back to Peter... but he had been getting rid of it for a reason.  The pictures were so good, though....  Unfortunately, looking at the book... also reminded him of what a jerk he was because of it. 

Rigging something up with some string, Remy hung the book up on his wall—what was left of it.  He wouldn’t display the art—the book, burnt almost completely black was what would remind him... of how much of an insensitive bastard he was.  It seemed he needed the reminder.  Securing it with tacks, he backed away from it on the wall to look at it and its placement.

Did he have a right to keep those pictures... pictures that were drawn in... adoration, if not love?  Peter wanted them destroyed... should he just... let him destroy them?  They were his after all.  Did he deserve the honor of being portrayed at all?  He reconsidered it.  The book would serve as a reminder... but a jar of the ashes would serve just as well.  Ripping the book off the wall, Remy stalked down the hall and threw the book hard at Peter's door on his way down the stairs to find a jar to keep the ashes in. 

Starting nearly a mile, Piotr metaled up immediately then carefully opened the door and saw no one...  except a book, blackened, at his feet.  Picking it up and leafing through it he felt his heart go cold....  Who found this??

Remy grabbed a jar from down in the garage and brought it into the living room where the fire had taken place and scooped out the ashes that were obviously of the book... or another one that was completely destroyed.  The ashes still held the shape of the pages even, thin little ashen leaves.  Sealing the jar, he took it up to his room and set it on his night stand and stared at it.

Marching around the mansion, trying to find who found his book, Piotr saw no one that looked suspicious and his heart pounded....  What if it was Remy?  Has a sinking suspicion it was.  Going upstairs and banging on Remy’s door, Piotr was still all shiny silver metal.

Perplexed, Remy went to his door and opened it casually.  When he saw Peter he felt sick.  He was standing there all metal skinned with a patch still over his eye.  "Peter..."  He stared at him, not knowing what to say to the poor man.  He wanted to say so many apologetic things, but... they would sound so stupid at this point.

Swallowing, Piotr asked coldly, his accent thick, “Did you find my book?”

Cringing, he said, "Oui."  His voice cracked.  "Y' can destroy de rest of it now... don' deserve t' be—honored like dat."  Lips trembling hard, Remy was barely keeping himself from crying.

Wondering what the hell was the matter with him, Piotr watched him closely.  “Are you going to cry?”

The question really shouldn't have been the thing that made the tears stream down Remy's cheeks, but it was.  It was a rude question—perhaps that's what pushed the tears over their precarious precipice on his dark eyes.  Remy didn't have to answer.  It was too late.  The question had already been answered.  He wanted to close the door on him, but he would wait for Peter to finish whatever business he had with him.

Almost getting angry at that, Piotr asked silently, What right do you have to cry?  What right do you have to be pitied?  You don't deserve to be pitied!  You're a victimizer, then you victimize again by pretending to be the victim!  “Why are you crying, Le Beau?”  But he couldn’t help it... he wanted to make him feel better again... damn him.

That hurt.  Remy didn't know what to say to that.  Why was he crying?  He felt so sorry for hurting Peter in the many ways he had hurt him—he was half tempted to apologize to him again... but he wasn’t sure if that would exactly do anything at that point.  Remy's mouth worked, trying to come up with something to say, but nothing was coming out in explanation.

“I am sure your precious Wolverine will dry your tears...” he said clenching his fists, crinkling what was left of his sketchbook, ashes fluttering to the carpet.  “That is if he is not busy in the arms of another,” he taunted and turned to leave, hoping that hurt.

How could that not hurt?  Should he have just... gone with Peter when he could?  Was he wrong to want to stay with Logan?  It didn't matter any more, either way, really.  Remy was stuck.  He couldn't move physically or out of his relationship.  This was possibly the biggest mess he had ever seen.  If Remy tried to leave his relationship with Logan, he would die.  He almost felt as if he moved physically that he would die, but he knew that eventually his shock would subside and he would go and cry on his bed until Nathaniel called.  Remy really felt like he was falling into motion more than moving. 

Closing the door to his room long after Peter was gone Remy flopped onto his bed.  He didn't like this system!  He didn't want to be away from Logan!  Did it matter if he and Theron would like each other?  Wouldn't it be better than this?  Remy winced into his pillow at the thought.  He hated Creed!  He hated what he was doing there with Logan, he hated what he represented—that Remy could never be all that Theron was to him... that Remy would never be the most important man to Logan....

Piotr was so angry, he wanted to go back and snarl at Remy more, but if he was honest... that hurt, too... seeing him in such pain hurt...  which was why he had to leave.

 

 

 

Arms locked tight around Mark, kissing his hair and his neck and his shoulders, Nathaniel thought how they really were like two teenagers discovering sex for the first time.  "Mmmm...  That was great, Nathaniel," Mark muttered.  He looked up at his lover and then nuzzled his neck. 

Stroking him all over, Nathaniel kissed Mark when he could.  “Do you really want to go spend a week at that dusty old mansion?”  Not sure he wanted to let him go yet.

"Hmmm... maybe we can convince Remy to stay here again for the week?" he said cheerily.

Grinning, Nathaniel said, “It seemed that he couldn't get out of here fast enough, last time...” as he stroked his large, strong hands over Mark’s nipples.

"Mmm, maybe half a week," Mark smiled.  "I... I do want to go and see him, Nathaniel.  I want to go and see the rest of the world... 'cause I know I haven't seen very much of it...."  Mark was frowning a little as he said that.

Nodding, Nathaniel stroked his cheek gently.  “If you wish to go, I will not forbid it...” he said kissing his shoulder.  “But I will miss you.”

"I'll miss you too, Nathaniel," Mark said and kissed his lips.  He settled down into his chest, not eager to get up and return Remy's call.

Stroking Mark’s hair patiently, Nathaniel asked, “Would you like to call him and set up a time?”

"Mmm... in a couple a’ minutes.  I just wanna relax with you for a few.  What time do you think you'll want to go?"

“You're wanting to go today?” he asked getting a little nervous about that.  He would definitely have to shag him again today if he was planning on leaving so soon...  just in case.

"Well, I was hoping to get Remy to come over for half of the week... and maybe teach me a little more about cooking meat.  I didn't get it so well last time, so today sounds fine to me.  If he's not going to come back here, then I'll only stay for half a week."  Mark smiled brightly, "I don't think I could go a whole week without seeing you, Nathaniel."

Smirking, Nathaniel said, “You never know.  You may have too much fun with all of your new friends and forget all about me.”

"Never!" Mark objected.  How could he possibly forget Nathaniel?  He was so wonderful!

Chuckling, Nathaniel reached over and picked up the phone, handing it to Mark.  “Here you are, then”

Smiling, Mark dialed the mansion number Remy had given them during his stay last week.  When the phone was answered, Mark asked for Remy and it took a couple of minutes for him to get to the phone.  When he came to it, he sounded a little sniffly.  "Remy?  Are you okay?  You sound kinda stuffy...."                                  

"Jes allergies, mon frère.  Don' worry 'boud id."                                

"Well, okay.  So, I was hoping you'd come and see Nathaniel and I for like—half the week maybe?  That way you can teach me more about cooking meat.  Then we could go back to the mansion and you could show me around and stuff."                                                                  

"Oui.  I'd like dad," Remy said with his plugged up nose.  Going there would also give him an opportunity to discuss what he wanted with Nathaniel.

"Oh, cool."  Putting the phone away from his mouth, Mark looked to Nathaniel.  "He says he'll come here for a few days.  When do you want to pick him up?" he asked.

Shrugging, Nathaniel said, “Whenever he's ready...” and he nuzzled Mark’s neck.

"We can get you whenever you want, Remy."                                          

"Bedd' gimme an hour, frère," Remy said.  He would want to take a shower and get packed.  He also wanted to try and remove all traces of tears before he went.      

"He-he.  No problem.  See you then," Mark said and hung up the phone, then leered sexily at Nathaniel.  "An hour," Mark said to Nathaniel.

Grinning back, Nathaniel said, “Whatever shall we do with such time on our hands?”

"Mmm, I dunno, Nathaniel... that sounds like a lot of time to me," Mark grinned at his lover and pulled the covers back from his body.  That was a nice sight—his lover all sated... still glistening with sweat and lube.

Raising his eyebrows at Mark, completely secure with being naked as a jay bird in front of him, Nathaniel’s cock started to swell again.  He was sort of turned on that Mark was staring at him lustfully...  but considers it only fair if Mark was bare to the world, too, and he whipped the covers off of him.

Mark smiled at Nathaniel and pounced on him, rubbing his own sweaty skin on Nathaniel's.  The slick feel of their skin slipping over each other's, nipples and cocks brushing turned Mark on, surprisingly quickly after he had had his last orgasm.  He was still horny, even though his body would be harder to satisfy this time.

Grinning, Nathaniel grabbed Mark’s thighs and stroked them.  He could feel his come where it spilled out of him and gave him steamy kisses.  “We're going to have to behave ourselves when Remy is here...”

"Uh... do you think we—upset him last time?" Mark asked.  He hadn't been thinking about Remy when he was there last week.  Whenever Nathaniel would call, all of his attention was focused on him.  It's not like he had empathy or anything, so he didn't know if they had offended Remy.

“I think we may need to work on our hosting abilities...”  He knew he must be rusty due to when he... well... you know... lost all emotions and care for other living creatures.

"Mmm... hosting?"  Mark knew what a host was, but he wasn’t quite sure about all of what they were supposed to do exactly....  Mark thought for a moment of asking Nathaniel if he thought they should ask Remy to join them, but thought better of it.  He wouldn't really want to sleep with his big brother... but the smile had already crept up on his face from it.

Chuckling, Nathaniel asked, “What are you thinking, you little scamp?”

"Nothing!  Nothing!" Mark defended... albeit poorly.  He had obviously been thinking something hilarious.

Flipping Mark under him, Nathaniel pinned him playfully.  “Tell me!”

"Okay, okay!  I was just thinking how silly it would be to ask Remy to join us... y'know—" in bed.

“Join us....?”

Mark blushed brightly.  "It was silly!" he objected.

Smile fading a little, Nathaniel said, “Oh, you mean...  Invite him for sex?”  He felt a little awkward with that idea and wondered if Mark knew he fucked Remy.

"Well... wouldn't you want two of me in bed?" he asked coyly.  Mark laughed to himself at the idea.

Tracing his nipple with a talon, Nathaniel said, “I think one of you is difficult enough to handle...”  Nathaniel leaned down to suck Mark’s other nipple.

"Uhnh...." Mark's hips lifted into Nathaniel at that.  "Mm, 'm I so... hard to please?"

“Not so much...” he admitted, stroking Mark’s sides, kissing down his chest.  “But you are rough on an old man like me...” and he tickled Mark’s sides.

"Old man?" Mark looked at Nathaniel disbelieving.  "You're not old, Nathaniel...."  Mark giggled at the tickling and tried to stop him, but was minimally successful.

“Oh, but I am...  Old enough to be your...”  He tried to calculate but it was hard with a beautiful youth squirming and giggling under him.  “...  Well, I'm very old...”

"Really?"  Mark smiled.  "You don't look it," he said trying to give a compliment.

Chuckling sincerely, Nathaniel said, “Well, thank you...” kissing Mark’s neck and settling atop him.  “But I'll have you know, you don't need to use compliments to get me to fuck you.”

"Oooh, is that an offer?" he asked, opening his legs.

Presses a kiss against Mark’s lips, Nathaniel said, “All you have to do is ask...”

"Mmm... will you fuck me again Nathaniel?  Right now?"  He wanted to feel that sudden flash of excitement as Nathaniel thrust up into him unexpectedly.

Not needing to be asked twice, Nathaniel handed Mark his knees and pushed in as far as his silver length would go.  “Gghrhhgnnn....”  He would never get used to how good that felt.

"Oh god," Mark breathed at that sudden blinding pleasure.  "Fuck me, Nathaniel—hard, please!" he shouted, begging.

Rocking into Mark, Nathaniel kept his hips up and his legs wide for the longest, deepest plunges, snarling against him at the pleasure.  Mark was in absolute wonder at the feelings running through him.  He always felt so great with Nathaniel... always felt like he was flying.  Twisting his hips to open Mark further, to drive him harder into the pleasure, Nathaniel could feel the tip of his cock rubbing Mark’s nub.

"Yes!!!"  That was almost too much!  He felt like he needed to explode, but he couldn't quite yet.  "You feel so good, Nathaniel.... you've got such a fantastic cock—yes, awe!!!"

Fluffing up with pride, Nathaniel had never received cock compliments before—at least that he remembered—and he rewarded Mark with stroking his cock in his strong grip, working in time with his thrusts.

"Nnnnggghh!!!"  Mark panted and started thrusting his hips up to meet Nathaniel's thrusts and to work his cock in Nathaniel's hands.  He had such a strong, firm grip and his cock was slick from sweat.  It felt incredible.  Reaching around, Mark grabbed Nathaniel's ass and started probing at his crack with his fingers.  He wanted to feel what it was like to be inside someone.

Not having any idea what he was up to, Nathaniel admitted that he wouldn't deny Mark anything, and he pulled his knees under him to offer himself to Mark as well as add more power to his thrusts.  “Mark...”

"Oh... Nathaniel..."  Shyly, Mark asked into his ear, "Does this feel good?"  His fingers found the little opening and were pressing gently at it as he asked.

Swallowing, his black hair falling around them in a private curtain, Nathaniel panted against him.  “It's...  Yes....”  Pressing his full length into Mark again, he felt Mark stretch around him; he was so tight.  Mark kissed him and drew his fingers up to his mouth and sucked one into his mouth, making a display of it for Nathaniel... as if he were sucking on him instead.  Once his fingers were coated with saliva, he let them back down to their exploration at Nathaniel's ass.  Gingerly, he pressed in and watched Nathaniel for signs of discomfort.

Stilling when he did that, Nathaniel bowed his head and panted hard.  Finally relaxing into it Nathaniel started moving again, gazing down at Mark with ruby red eyes.

"Oh, you feel nice," Mark commented and started moving his finger around slightly, encouraging Nathaniel's hips to move with one hand as he fingered his ass with the other.  Finding his rhythm again, Nathaniel rested his forehead on Mark’s, getting used to the alien sensation.  Nathaniel wondered how Mark managed to take his entire cock up him since Mark’s finger felt pretty intrusive.

"You feel so hot, Nathaniel," Mark whispered to him and angled his head to kiss him again.  He wanted to fuck Nathaniel some time, but that would probably not happen for a while.  He did feel extremely good to his fingers, and Nathaniel felt so good when he was inside him—it had to feel great for Nathaniel.  Slipping his finger out of him, Mark started demanding more of Nathaniel's hips.  "Faster... please...."

Groaning, Nathaniel picked up speed, feeling the bed creek below him and he lifted Mark so his hips were off the mattress and he was almost bending him in half.  “Mark...” he could feel it.  “It's coming...”

"Yes, come inside me!" Mark cried, getting off on the fact that he caused Nathaniel so much pleasure—just as much as the incredible pounding he was getting in his ass and the stroking of his dripping cock.

Gasping, Nathaniel could barely speak.  “Perfect...  You're perfection!!”  He came hard in Mark, milking Mark’s cock and swelling inside his tight channel.  Mark whimpered loudly, almost like the cry of a hurt puppy, but it was a cry of intense pleasure as Nathaniel's cock spasmed inside him and his hand gripped Mark's dick, stroking it as it spurt.  Nathaniel's words were like a caress to him and he longed to hear them always.

Thrusting until he was empty, come-wise and energy-wise, Nathaniel rolled to the side, keeping Mark against him, still inside him, struggling to catch his breath.  Mark held Nathaniel on his side and just wanted them to stick together like that.  Well... until it came time to do it again, he smiled to himself.  That might be a while if they were going to be nice hosts to Remy this time.

Swallowing, Nathaniel was still catching his breath.  “How long ‘til we... pick up... Remy?”

"Hhmmm... half an hour?" Mark guessed, then looked at the clock.  "Gah!  Fifteen minutes!" he corrected.

Groaning, Nathaniel said, “I suppose it would be logical to prepare for our outing then...”  He didn’t want to move.

Mark moaned.  "Yeah...  I'll go grab a wash cloth," Mark offered and got up to find something to clean them up with.  "You rest your incredibly old, but youthful looking bones for a few minutes," he said with a peck on his lips.

Chuckling, Nathaniel was willing to let Mark take care of him for once, and watched the way Mark walked with a slight limp.  “Did I hurt you?”

"Hunh?  Oh, no, Nathaniel.  It's always... y' know... like this—afterward," Mark stuttered blushing brightly.  He ducked away to wet a washcloth with warm water and brought it back to his lover to clean him up with.

Grabbing Mark by the shoulders when he returned, Nathaniel pulled him into a wet kiss.  “But it doesn't hurt?” he asked, cradling him.  “Does it feel good?”

Mark smirked at him.  "It reminds me that you were just inside me... it feels good... and warm," he explained.

“Warm?” he asked, nuzzling him while he trailed the washcloth over Mark’s perfect butt.... Damn, but his butt was perfection... and he waxed his lovely tush to a nice pink shine.

"You know... warm.  Hot," he smirked.  "It's all the lovely friction," he elaborated.

Quickly running the washcloth over himself before tossing it aside and moving to get dressed, Nathaniel said, “Oh... of course...” and fluffed with pride again.  He wished he could be seen in public, because... well...  he sort of wanted to show Mark off.  “Dress, pet.”

"Oooh! Pet?" he purred at the nickname and writhed in joy on the bed a moment before getting up to get dressed.  "I like that," he said as he leaned over to pull on his boxers.  Somehow, he hadn’t noticed when Nathaniel called him that before.

Admiring Mark’s bottom while he pulled on his trousers, Nathaniel didn’t think of mark as a pet... a perfect, little lap boy... and he grinned at that idea.  “You'll need more than boxers.... pet.”

Huffing, Mark got out more clothing and stuck on jeans and a t-shirt.  "Presentable?" he asked after he was dressed.

Chuckling, Nathaniel pulled him into a kiss and opened the tesseract, still lip locked with him when they appeared in Westchester .

Remy was waiting on the grounds in the back yard for them when he saw the black portal open.  He stepped up to them and greeted them.  "Hey, Nathaniel—Mark."

Pulling away from Mark, Nathaniel nodded to him.  “Remy.”  He noticed Remy  looked a bit melancholy.

Clearing his throat, Remy said, "Shall we?" gesturing toward the portal.  He forgot to tell Logan that he was going this time though.

“If you're ready...” and he stepped aside to allow Remy through.

Nodding, Remy stepped through and was back in Antarctica feeling the dizzying pull of the link being stretched too quickly.  Remy actually collapsed this time, unable to keep his balance and his head started to pound.  "Dieu..." he moaned uneasily.  Mark was at his side.                                          

"Remy?" he asked worriedly.                   

"S okay, Mark.  Jus' de... link wid Logan... I be okay," he assured.

Eager to hook Remy up to machines and figure out exactly what was going on there Nathaniel asked, “What is it?  Remy?  What does it feel like?”

"Dizzy... an' a li'l headache.  She goin' away..."

“Fascinating...  The emphatic link...”  He felt pretty bad for not being able to give Mark his empathy, but he sure didn't want him blowing shit up.  Nathaniel also noted that the link didn’t make Remy collapse on their last visit.

"Yeah... cause some trouble sometimes, oui?" he said trying to collect himself from the floor.

 

 

Back in Westchester, Logan was coming back from talking to Cyke, when he stumbled to his knees and felt like throwing up.  "Logan?" Theron rushed to Logan out on the porch.  "Gods, Logan, are you okay?" he asked, kneeling down to him.

“Yeah...” he said and sat there hunched over for a little bit, holding his head, feeling the desire to cry well up in him... that was weird.  Theron held Logan close, worried about him. 

"What was that?" he asked.  It looked just like the time Remy left for Sinister’s, but the kid hadn't told them he was leaving....

Slumping against him, Logan swallowed hard.  “Just...  felt... sick.”  Logan couldn’t even remember the last time he felt sick, the way his healing factor kept him up to snuff.

"Yeah, well, I'm tempted ta go an' drag that kid back here by the scruff of his neck.  He better not keep doin' that to ya.  Hell, he said he didn't want ta go back there," he groused, running his hands through Logan's hair.

Snorting, Logan said, “Cut him some slack, Creed...”  Quite frankly, he was flummoxed as to why Remy hadn't dumped Logan’s sorry ass yet.  “I'm more worried bout whether or not he's comin' back...”  He couldn’t help but be gravely effected by knowing Remy slept with Sinister.  Theron growled a little in his throat, but he hugged Logan tighter.  He would try to cut him some slack then.

 

 

Lifting Remy up easily to his feet, Nathaniel caught a distinctly Remy-like whiff, and tried to shrug it off.  He still remembered what it smelled like to make love to him.  “I wonder if it is close to the telepathic link in nature.  I would assume.”

"Y'... y' probably jus' itchin' t' get me in dat lab o' yours, ain'cha?" he asked, still a little uneasy still.

Raising his eyebrow a little, Nathaniel said, “You and Logan both.  But I will not force you into anything against your will,” because that would make him feel.... um....  bad.

"Yeah, well, I figure I'm gon' be dere anyway wid what I wanna talk to y' about, so we might as well go."  Remy tried to stand on his own and keep his balance.

Supporting Remy, subconsciously just wanting to be close to him, and hold him again, Nathaniel helped him to the lab.  “You are having medical problems?  This is something Dr. McCoy could not remedy?”

"I ain' havin' medical problems... an' dis is somethin' Hank wouldn' be able t' help me wid," Remy said letting Nathaniel hold him.                  

Mark looked at the two of them and saw how possessive he was being of Remy.  He frowned to himself and was deep in thought as he watched them interact.  Did Nathaniel like Remy... like that?

Leading Remy into the lab, Nathaniel cradled him gently and set him down on the examining table.  “Well, it must be something of dire importance if you are willing to be in my lab.”

Watching from the side, Mark was equally worried about Remy and jealous of the attention Nathaniel was giving him.  "I... I need t' ask y'... d' you remember what I asked y'... couple weeks ago?  'Bout kids?"

“Kids?  Children?”  He laced his hands together, watching Remy over them.  “Is this about you wanting to bear children, Remy?”

Remy nodded.  He didn't know what he could possibly give Nathaniel that would persuade him to do this for Remy, but he really wanted kids with Logan... and Logan had told him to be selfish, so this was what he wanted.

“Remy...  It is possible, but it is dangerous and I would strongly advise against it.  It is a complicated procedure that would be extraordinarily painful in itself, but with your repaired healing factor, it would be further complicated.”  He was feeling... well... ethical.

"Complicated?  How?" he asked.  He needed all the facts so he could make an informed decision.

Rubbing his forehead, Nathaniel explained, “Well...  We would have to open you up and insert a...  well a womb.  A womb that despite being made out of your own tissue, your body may view as a threat and reject.  And even if your body does accept the womb, I highly doubt it would accept a fetus.  And that is just for the normal cases.  You, however, have a healing factor that would utterly destroy anything foreign placed in the body:  Womb, fetus, anything.”

"So... y' sayin' I couldn' carry it..." Remy said shocked. 

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “Precisely.”

"Den... couldn' I... wear a collar or somethin'?" he asked.  He would hate to have this big old sign that said 'powerless Remy Le Beau,’ walking around—and people see, ooh, there's a big stomach—let's kick it in!  He could think of a few people who would want to do that.

“Then you would be completely powerless, Remy.”  Obviously.  “Between the dampening of your powers, the hormones and the surrogate womb, I don't think your body could withstand it, frankly.”

"But I could heal afterward, right?  I'd jus' need t' hold out f' nine months....?"

Sighing, Nathaniel said, “Well, yes, but the question is whether or not you could survive those nine months...  Remy...” he put a hand on his thigh.  “I couldn't allow you to do this...”

"Nathaniel... please...." Remy said looking at him with pleading eyes.  "If... if it gets too dangerous...." Remy swallowed.  "I'll abort."  He was hoping he would know how successful things were going to be before hand so he wouldn't have to tell Logan.  He'd be heart-broken. 

“Remy, why do you want this so badly?”  Nathaniel couldn’t understand why he would put himself through that much torture.  “Adopt!”

"I... I need dis, Nathaniel...."  He needed a part of Logan with him always.  He hoped that a child would keep him from going insane... although he admitted the possibility of it speeding the process along.  "I can' adopt," he whispered.  "Please...."

Swallowing, Nathaniel sighed.  “Would you settle for letting me create you a test tube baby with Logan's DNA and yours?”

Remy shook his head.

With a heavier sigh, he asked, “Why not?  Do you desire torture?”

Maybe....  "I jus'... don' tink I could face him any oder way, Nathaniel."  He didn't think Logan would take it well if their child was just growing some place.

Folding his fingers together, Nathaniel asked, “You haven't spoken with Logan about this?”

Remy shook his head.  "He said he wanted me t' be selfish an' dis is how I'm bein' selfish.  Let me deal wid Logan."

Mark didn't like the sound of that and bit his lips off to the side.  Remy had the right to do what he wanted.... but Mark felt uneasy about going behind Logan's back to do this.  Leaning back in his chair, folding his arms, Nathaniel said, “I'll think about it.”

Remy was a little crestfallen, but he nodded.  "Oui."  That was all he could ask at the moment, anyway.  He had offered to be his little test bunny for a while, so Remy just sat on the exam table and waited for Nathaniel to play with him like he knew he wanted to.  He was probably going to hook electrodes up to his head or something.  Remy sighed.

Nathaniel didn’t know what Remy was doing.  He didn’t think he was allowed to play with him and looked at Mark then back to Remy.  “Would you like to be left alone?”

"What?  Oh... non, I'm fine.  I tought y' wanted t'... y'know—hook me up t' stuff an' see what was goin' on wid dis link."  Remy figured the more he knew about it the better, so he might as well if Nathaniel was curious.

Grinning, Nathaniel said, “If I were to explore this phenomenon, I would wish to have Logan here as well.  Relax this week, Remy...” and he patted Remy’s thigh affectionately again, then rose.

Remy's teeth ground.  He was getting entirely too impatient.  Trying to consciously relax, Remy leaned over the table and put his head in his hands.  "Kay," he mumbled.  He needed this!  He felt the desire so strongly in him that he could hardly stand it.  Forcing himself to remain calm, Remy hopped off the table and hugged Nathaniel.  "Tanks f' tinkin' 'bout it," and he left the lab to go stash his things in his guest room.

Sighing, Nathaniel watched him go, then looked at Mark.  “I feel....” god, what's the word for it?  I've heard it used before... Ummm...  “Ahh... Sorry for him.”

"Yeah, me too.  But, dang it—should he really go behind Logan’s back like that?"  And what was all that touchy-feely stuff out of you, hunh?  Do you like him????

“No.”  He sighed.  “It could tear the two of them apart just as much as he wants it to bring them together.”

Mark sighed.  "I wish I knew what to do for him.  Maybe I should go talk to Logan—or do you think that would make things worse?"

“We should stay out of it.”  Folding his arm over Mark, Nathaniel was very aware that if he agreed to operate on Remy, he would be very much 'in' it.

Mark nodded.  He was half tempted to go and talk to Logan when he and Remy left for the mansion anyway to see what was going on with him at least.  He missed him and Victor.  Maybe he could convince Remy to talk to Logan and work this out before Remy just decided to have a kid....

Folding his hand around Mark’s, Nathaniel lead him out.  “Do you have plans for this week?”

"Just doing stuff with Remy in the kitchen... then maybe in a few days going and seeing some of New York.  I remember going on trips with my mom.... but that never really happened, so…."  Mark shrugged.

Feeling a stab of guilt about that, Nathaniel stroked Mark’s hair.  “I'm sure Remy has lots to show you in New York.” I am a shit.

“I... I wish you could come with us Nathaniel...." Mark said.  He really wasn't sure what kind of reception Nathaniel would get though.  He looked so very different from everyone else and even in the little time Mark had spent in the world, he understood that being a mutant was something to be ashamed of and hidden even though he had spent most of it not knowing he was one.

Smiling, Nathaniel was flattered that Mark would wish for him to tag along.  “Perhaps you and Remy should spend some time together without me around...”  Remy could teach him more about being... normal.

"Well... I mean, I like being around him... he is kind of like an older brother, but... I dunno."  He still wanted to be with Nathaniel.  Although, he missed Logan and Victor too.... maybe they could go the four of them!  Double date!!!!  Mark chuckled to himself.  "I am excited to see New York.  Was it really like what you showed me in my dreams?" he asked Nathaniel excitedly.

“Well, it's different now, of course.  Not so dangerous.”  Taking him into the kitchen, they waited for Remy, sitting at the little island.

Really?  I would have thought it would be more dangerous now with everything you hear on the news.  "Hunh.  You've been, right?  To New York City?"

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “I have.”  I've been everywhere in the world.  “You might like it...” or it might overwhelm you since you've been trapped down here with just me.

Mark smiled.  "I'm sure I'll like it."  Mark wanted to bring him back a souvenir, but wouldn't ask him what he might want.  He wanted to surprise him.

“Just be careful...”  Stroking Mark’s cheek, Nathaniel admitted that he would worry while Mark was away.

Remy entered the room and looked like he had heard the last phrase.  "Careful o' what now?" he asked.

Turning to look at Remy, Nathaniel clarified, “New York.  But I trust you'll take care of him.”  Raising eyebrow at him Nathaniel implied 'you had better.’

"Don' worry, Nathaniel.  I'll take care o' de kid like he was m' own flesh an' blood."  Remy smirked because well—Mark was.

Chuckling, Nathaniel said, “Perhaps I should let you two get to it...  The longer we chat the longer I have to wait to eat.”  Grinning, he didn’t know how long he could go without eating, yet, but he knew he didn’t like being hungry.

"Oh!  You gettin' hungry now?" Remy asked Nathaniel.  He was about to ask him how it felt to be human, but stopped himself.  That would be mean in front of Mark, especially.  "I'm sure we can whip somethin' up in a hurry.  Can' guarantee how good it'll be," Remy smiled broadly.  His faith in his student was apparent and his student blushed.

"I'm getting better...." Mark mumbled.

Chuckling, Nathaniel kissed Mark's neck softly.  “Well, I'll leave so you can concentrate...”  He suspected that Mark sometimes mentally undressed him just like he mentally undressed Mark.

Snorting, Remy went about getting the things they would need for cooking ready.  "Okay, y' wannted t' learn about meat?" Remy asked.  Mark nodded. 

 

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