Part 31

 

 

 

 Theron hugged Logan on the couch, and was relaxedly reading over his shoulder.

A little overwhelmed by all the work there was to do, Logan snorted, “Fer some reason, I envisioned this would be just goin' into a classroom an’ tellin' tall tales for an hour er so....”

Theron chuckled a little bit.  "Naw... I think ya have ta tell them why all this stuff was important," he smirked.

“It's important?”  He found another pile of papers in this envelope Cyke gave him.

"Well.... yeah, Logan..."  I wouldda thought you knew...  "Ya know... if things had happened a different way, none of our lives would be the same...."

Looking at him, a little dead pan, Logan groaned, “Creed... I was kiddin'....”  He smirked at him a little, shaking his head.

"You been practicin' that serious voice er somethin'?" he grumbled annoyed and ruffled Logan's hair.  He really had sounded like he was serious.

Smirking a little, Logan said, “Yer just on edge,” and he leaned against Theron, rubbing his foot on his shin.

"Yeah, maybe I am."  Theron had a bad feeling about something, but he couldn't figure out what it was. 

Looping his arm back to sink his fingers in his hair, Logan was engrossed in the papers to distract himself from that weird nausea he’d had since Remy left.  “Well, looks like World History covers a lotta shit.”

"Yer tellin' me.  Try livin' it."

Chuckling at him again, Logan said, softly, “An' only eight weeks ta cover it....”

“Eight week—  You got yer work cut out for ya," Theron said patting Logan on the head.  He felt... distant from Logan.  Like he was distracted, and not from the book.

“That's only 16 classes, Cre—“ he muttered, “Theron.”

Theron swallowed.  "Yeah.  Yeah... this one's short, right?  Summer an' all that?" he asked.  Theron had been willing to give Logan all the time he needed, but he seemed... unwilling to give him his new slate.

Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah...”  Putting the papers aside as if they were sucking the life out of him, Logan leaned back into him and folded Theron’s hands across his middle, settling in.  Nuzzling Logan's neck with a purr... that felt like a growl, Theron tried to live with his discomfort.  Really, when any of them were uncomfortable, all of them were uncomfortable.

Sighing a little, Logan asked, “What is it?”

"Just... don't like ya bein'... unhappy," Theron muttered into his neck and bit the side of it.

Logan could almost scoff at that.  He could feel some of Remy's worry and desperation over the link but he was not going to bring that up with him.  Especially since the link was making him sick already because they were so far apart.  “I'll be okay.”

Squeezing Logan to him, Theron was worried about him, but wasn't going to push any further.  Sighing, he kissed Logan's neck before leaning back into the couch cushions.  Resting on Theron’s shoulder, Logan gently rubbed his arms, trying to not become overwhelmed with worry for Remy.  He was getting sick wondering what he was up to.  It helped a lot to be held in Theron’s strong arms.  He thought if Theron weren't here he would probably be killing someone...  Well...  Or they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place....  Logan sighed and winced a little.

"Ya know who any a yer kids'er gonna be yet?" Theron asked just to try and have something to talk about.  He really didn't like this uncomfortable silence.

Jerking for a second, Logan realized that Theron was asking about his class and not asking about starting a family.  “Uh... Nah.  Won't get a roster ‘til a day er two before, I don't think.  Better be good kids, s'all I'm sayin’.”

Theron didn't know why Logan jerked in his seat, but he held him and ignored it.  Logan never seemed to feel up to talking these days.  "I see...."

Rolling over in his arms so his chest was against Theron’s, Logan pressed his face against his throat and started to purr and nuzzle him, licking and kissing and biting him all over, fingers curling into his shirt like a happy cat.  Theron loved it when Logan was like that and he hugged him and let his hands roam around Logan's body and through his hair.  He always had to be careful about scratching him though.  His nails were sharp.  Moaning happily, Theron wondered when this was going to have to change... or if it would.  They all seemed so miserable.

 

 

 

 

 

Coming in several hours later, Nathaniel tried to be unobtrusive, watching them both affectionately.  Mark was actually getting the hang of this.  Remy smiled and brought out the turkey dish he and Mark had just finished.  "Y' gonna be a regular chef

yet," Remy ruffled Mark's hair.  "Nathaniel... lunch is served," Remy said showing the roasted, glazed looking bird.

Raising his eyebrows, Nathaniel looked over at Mark. “And I'm to believe you made this?”

"Y' can believe Remy's hand was guidin' closely," Remy smiled, "but I made Mark do all de work."

Mark nodded.  "He's a slave driver!"

Remy scowled at Mark.

Chuckling, Nathaniel said, “Well, it smells delicious.”  He had forgotten how much of a pleasure eating was.

"Good.  You two go an' eat.  I'm gon' go an' give de mansion a call," Remy said and went into the living room for the phone.

Watching him leave, Nathaniel got out a huge carving knife.  “Did you have a nice time with Remy?”

"Yeah.  He's funny," Mark said laughing at how much affection there was in Remy's voice when he was making fun of Mark.  If he understood correctly, that's what having an older brother was supposed to be like.  He had read some books when he was out in the world and they had portrayed the affectionate but teasing relationship that brothers tended to have.

Grinning a little, Nathaniel said, “You must be excited about New York.”

"I am," Mark said brightly.  "But... um, don't worry.  I can wait a few more days," he smiled to Nathaniel.

Nodding, Nathaniel started divvying up the meat.  “You must be excited to see Logan and Creed again.”

"Well, I haven't seen them in weeks and they were really my only friends, so, yeah, I wanna see them." 

“That's understandable.  Perhaps you could keep an eye out on Logan and Remy and alert me to any behaviors of their link you can see....”  Nathaniel grinned at him a little.  Mark knew how Nathaniel got about that stuff.

Mark's smile was pretty bright.  "Do you want me to take notes?" he giggled.

Chuckling, Nathaniel said, “If you would….” and handed him his plate.

Taking the plate Mark sat down at the dining room table.  "I don't think I'd be able to get all the data that you would want though," Mark winked at Nathaniel from his seat.

“No, I highly doubt that,” Nathaniel said as he set Remy's plate down at the table, dying to know who he was talking to on the phone.  “It's fascinating, though...

their empathetic bond....”  He hadn’t ever heard of one before.

"I wonder what it's like," Mark mused... wondering if he would want one judging from the way Remy got sick every time he came with them.

“Our friend seems most tight-lipped about it...  but I understand perhaps he knows as little about it as we do.”

"Really?  I thought people were supposed to have... you know—weird innate knowledge about their powers... er something."

Gesturing with his fork, Nathaniel said, “Of course, but only to the same extent that we know our own bodies.  He knows what he's feeling and experiencing, but he doesn't know what it is.”

"Ooohhh.  Well, then... what about my—" Mark's lips twisted trying to explain what he meant.  "Weirdness...?"

“Your premonitions?”

"Yeah," he said with a sad nod.

“What about them?”

"Well... I just get scared when something bad is about to happen.  I dunno... is there... some way I can get better at knowing about them do you think?" he asked.  He would really like to be able to know when something bad was going to happen so he could avoid it, or help others to avoid it.  "I feel like I don't know anything about my body or what it's doing when that happens....  Remy seems to be so... comfortable with

his...."  It was obvious that Mark was jealous of his 'oroginal.'

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “Of course.  We can hone your abilities to make them clearer, more precise.  All it takes is a little training.”

"I'd like that...." Mark smiled.                        

Remy was waiting for the phone at the boathouse to be picked up.  He was calling Logan.

Crawling off of Creed, Logan pulled his hands out of his shirt with a groan and lumbered over to the phone.  “Hello?”

"Uhh... hey, Logan...." Remy said nervously.

Smiling, Logan said warmly, “Remy... Hey.”  He straightened up as if Remy could actually see him in his disheveled state.

"I... I jus' wanned t' see how y' were doin'... y' know... since I didn' tell y' I was goin'.  Sorry 'bout dat.  I remembered when I was already here."  Remy cringed.

Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah...  I know.  I got a mean case a’ the upchucks a few hours ago, figured that was what it was.”  Ya little scamp, he finished to himself.

"I'm sorry.  Logan... I love you, y' know?"  He hadn't had anything to say.

Chuckling a little, Logan said, “I love ya, too, darlin’....  You doin' okay down there?”

"Tink so.  Was in de same boat as y' a few hours ago.  Mine let up... you okay now?"

“Yeah, I'm fine...” except that there was something upsetting Remy.  “You okay, darlin’?”

"I'll be fine.  Jus' wanned t' let y' know where I was."  He really didn't have much to say beyond that.  "I... should probably let y' go..." back t' Creed, Remy grumbled to himself. 

Not wanting Remy to leave, Logan asked, “How’s Mark?”  He just wanted to know how Remy was.

"He's doin' fine.  He's gon' come back t' New York wid me in a few days," he offered.

“Good!  That's... that's good.”  He was glad Remy would be back.  “Y' bringin' him to the mansion?”

"Oui.  Probably gon' take 'im out t' see de world f' de rest o' de week.  He hasn' gotten to, y' know.  Most a' his memories're fabricated," he explained.

“Huh.  Poor kid.  How's Sinister treatin’ him?”

"Good," Remy smiled a little.  "Tink he's spoilin' him a little, but dat's t' be expected."

Grinning, Logan said, “Spoilin' him, huh?  Well, good...  How's he treatin' you?”

"He's bein' nice," he said.  He didn't want Logan to think he was spoiling Remy as well.  Remy didn't really think he was... or maybe he was spoiling him, just in a different way?  He would be spoiling him if he were to give Remy the operation he wanted, that was for sure.  "No' too nice," Remy clarified for Logan’s peace of mind.

Smirking a little, Logan was sort of embarrassed that Remy knew how much that concerned him.  “Well...  Good.  He's not pokin' ya with any needles is he?”

"Needles?" Remy asked.  "Non, Logan.  His experimentation days're pretty much over...  He's actually usin' animals an' insects an' stuff now."

Frowning, Logan didn’t like experimentation on animals.  “Well, so long as he keeps his mitts off you, I suppose I can live with it.”

"I'll be fine," Remy assured with a smile.

Wishing he could kiss him, Logan said, “Well, good.  Call me if ya need anythin’, okay?”  He would always be worried about him.

"I'll let y' know, cher.  Uh... cher... what would it take f' you... t' hate me?" Remy asked tentatively.  He was actually kind of scared about doing this behind Logan’s back and wanted to make sure he wasn't stepping too far over the boundaries.

Swallowing hard, Logan wondered where the hell that question came from, and said softly, “Nothin' could make me hate ya, Remy.”  Except, maybe if Remy offed Creed.  That'd really piss him off.

Remy was warmed by that and concentrated on sending his love and relief down the link.  He hoped that it reached him.  "Tanks, cher."

Swallowing, Logan asked, “When you comin' back?”

"Don' have a date yet.  Next couple o' days here."  Why?  You wan' Remy back so soon?  Y' won' be able t' see me, cher, even if I do come home early.  Was Logan still feeling nauseous?

Nodding, Logan said, “All right...  Well...  Hope ta see you in a few, then....”

"You too, cher.  See you," he said in way of good-bye.

“Love you...  Bye...” and he gently hung up the phone.

Remy hung up the phone and wandered back into the kitchen with a big smile on his face.  "Logan said yes," and his heart was racing to match the mood he wanted to mimick because to him, he had gotten Logan's permission.  He said that he wouldn't hate him.  That was enough for Remy.

Looking up at him, Nathaniel said, “He did?”  Remy nodded, his face absolutely beaming.  Staring at him a little longer, Nathaniel repeated, “He did?”

"Why's at so surpirsin'?"  He liked de idea when I brought it up earlier....  Remy had liked the way Logan looked when he was talking about Remy being barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.  Remy giggled to himself at that memory.

Shrugging, Nathaniel said, “I just...  I guess I don't know...”  He looked over at Mark.  “Very well, after lunch, we can start growing your uterus,” he said and kept eating, not realizing that probably sounded really disgusting to regular folks.

Remy was only a little weirded out by it, but he knew he would have to get used to the idea of all of this, so he better start now.  Remy went to eat and was eating uninhibitedly.  He was actually really excited.

Nathaniel actually laughed at Remy; he was so exuberant.  “I assume this means Creed is out of the picture?”

Clearing his throat, Remy put his fork down.  That was a rain cloud over his parade.  "Non... I could never ask Logan t' jus' let go a' Creed.  He'll... be part o' de baby's life, dat's all."  He wasn't sure to what extent he would be, but he knew that it was unavoidable.

Blinking, Nathaniel wasn't expecting that and looked over at Mark.  “Oh...  Well...” he wanted to ask if Creed agreed to this, but Remy looked so disheartened, he supposed he should keep his trap shut.  “I'm sorry to hear that...  But... maybe this will scare him off!”

Remy grimaced.  "Non.  I ain' gon' be unrealistic.  He won' let go eider.  We jus'

gon' have a weird family," Remy shrugged.

Reaching across the table, Nathaniel stroked Remy’s hand comfortingly then went back to eating, because damn that was some fine bird.  Mark eyed Nathaniel’s hand and only quirked his mouth in a little worry, but was quiet off to the side.

Remy went back to eating when Nathaniel did, more because he knew he was going to need his strength than anything else.  He did like the way the turkey turned out, but his appetite was spoiled by the mention of Creed.  He really would just like to ignore him for the rest of his life, but he doubted that was going to happen either.

 

 

 

 

 

Ruffling Mark's hair as he came back from washing the dishes, Nathaniel kissed Mark’s neck then looked to Remy.  “You'll find me in the lab when you're ready.”

"I'll come wid y'," Remy offered and followed Nathaniel out.  Mark smiled as Remy followed Nathaniel.

Without thinking about it, Nathaniel lifted Remy and set him down on the examining table with ease once they were in the lab.  “I just need to get a few of your cells to start things off.”

Remy looked around the lab and was a little surprised to be picked up by Nathaniel and set down on the exam bed.  He smiled at Nathaniel's behavior and waited for him to do what he needed to.

Coming at Remy with a wooden tongue depressor, Nathaniel said, “Open up.”

"Uh... aahhhh?" Remy said opening wide.  Remy wondered what that was for, but figured the man knew what he was doing.

Reaching in and scraping the side of Remy’s cheek to get some of his cells, Nathaniel took them over to an enormous, complicated machine and started tinkering.

"Hmm..." Remy said looking at the apparatus.  Wondering whether or not he should stay there, Remy decided to be quiet so the scientist could do his work undisturbed.  He would tell Remy if he needed him to leave or not.

Carefully, Nathaniel left the machine, seeing that everything was running as it should, and turned to Remy.  “Well, now.  This...  This is where it gets a bit nasty.  I need a starting point to grow the uterus.  I'm afraid I'm going to need a sample of your skin.  This is the sort of thing ethical doctors do when their patients are under general anesthetic....”

"Uh... please tell me y' feelin' ethical t'day...."  Remy was pretty confident that he was, otherwise he'd probably have found himself locked in a cell and being experimented on in worse ways than this... not that this was bad.

“Well...” he laced his fingers together.  “The problem is your healing factor... If I attempt to put you under, you'll come right back.”

Remy took a deep breath in understanding.  "I see."  He swallowed and nodded.

"Jus' do it, den."  It wouldn't hurt for long at least.

Bringing a stainless steal cart over Nathaniel put Remy’s hand on a tray on top. “I'm just going to take the tip of your index finger.”  He lifted a scalpel.  “You may want to look away.”

Remy looked away and braced himself for the pain.  How much did he need?  Being very quick and precise, Nathaniel took off only the very tip of Remy’s finger, but it must still hurt like a mother fucker.  Giving Remy a bandage to press against it so he didn’t get blood everywhere and to lessen the pain, Nathaniel then took the flesh to the other side of the lab.  Remy grunted and growled at the pain, waiting for the digit to heal. 

All in all, this was pretty convenient of a power to have.  Remy's muscles relaxed when the pain faded and he looked at his bloody finger, but it just looked like it had been dipped in blood as opposed to the finger being the cause of the blood.

“Feeling better?” Nathaniel asked as he heard Remy’s moans die away, and he set a petrie dish under a light like it was a plant he was trying to grow.

"Oui.  Tanks."  He sighed and turned his attention to Nathaniel.  "What next?"

“Well, now we wait for it to grow and to shape it... It could take some time... 

"We talkin' hours, days, weeks?"

“Days to a week, I'm afraid,” he explained.

Remy nodded.  He was a little perplexed though.  "Even wid m' healin' factor... or

does dat go away once de part is... no longer part o' me...?"

“No, it will help, but I have to mold it to make sure it doesn't just grow into another new finger.”

Nodding again, Remy resigned himself to have to wait.  "S okay."  He would have to wait for a long time anyway, he supposed.  A child didn’t just appear.  "Anythin' I should do in de meantime?" he asked.

“Well, we need to discuss how you wish to remove your powers temporarily.”

"Right.  I'd prefer not t' go 'roun' wid a big ol' collar ‘round m' neck dat jus' advertise dat I'm powerless... an' I wouldn't want it t' come off on accident.  Not to mention de hygiene considerations.  Is dere anoder way?"

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “Since I have your blood, it will be possible for me to find an inhibitor that works best with your system.  You are going to have to ingest hormone pills at least two times a day.”

"Yeah... dat sounds good."  Hormones, hunh?  "Dere... gon' be any side effects t' de hormones?" he asked a little nervous.

“Yes.  Mood swings, weight gain, nausea, abdominal pain, some dizziness.  It won’t be a walk in the park, Remy,” he explained.

Well, he hadn't thought that it would be... he was just hoping to know everything ahead of time.  "S okay, Nathaniel.  I'm askin' for it," he smirked as the intonation was like he was asking for punishment instead of anything else.  "Anythin' else I should know?  When should I start takin' de hormones?"  Didn't his body have to get used

to them first?

“We should start you on them immediately,” he said.  “We'll start you off on something very light and increase your dosage.  You should probably call me at least thrice a week to tell me how you're doing so we can see if anything is out of the ordinary.  I would recommend you stay here with me during the entirety of this experiment, but I understand you'll probably want to be with Logan.”

Remy nodded.  "Oui.  I'll stay here on de off-weeks," he said.

Sitting next to Remy, Nathaniel sighed.  “You and Logan must be very desperate if you're willing to go through with this.”

"S'pose so.  Don' know of a gay couple who wouldn' be willin' to go through it, y'

know?  I mean, women get it just as bad, right?  Well, almost."

“Well, it's...”  Actually thinking women got it far worse, Nathaniel took Remy’s hand.  “Logan understands what this entails, doesn't he?  The suffering you must endure?”

"I didn' explain everythin' to 'im, but I didn' know what everythin' was gonna be like.  Can y' list off alla' what's gon' happen?"

Lifting his eyebrows, Nathaniel said, “Well... A lot of pain, for one.  After you've acclimated to the hormones and the uterus is fully grown, you'll undergo extensive surgery for which your healing factor will be unavailable.  The there will be a period of time where we watch to see how your body reacts to the uterus, if it's going to reject it or not.  If that goes smoothly and you conceive, the pregnancy should be pretty much like any woman's, except you won't develop breasts or widen your hips, which means your child will probably be,” he held his head in his hands.  Why was he doing this??  “Probably be frighteningly small and I'll have to engineer the closest thing to breast milk as is possible...”  Looking over at Remy, Nathaniel wanted to will Remy to back out of this.

Swallowing at the look he was given, Remy nodded.  He wasn't going to back out of this.  This would work out, he assured himself.

Sighing, Nathaniel said, “I'm going to make a spare uterus just in case your body rejects the first one….”  He only needed to splice some genes to get the correct sex cell for Remy’s use in conception.

"S it not possible t' make room f' de babe by expandin' outward... jus' makin' de uterus bigger for 'im?"  He didn't know what he was talking about, really, and he was probably way off base here, but he had to ask.  He had seen some women have pretty big tummies when they were pregnant.

Nodding, Nathaniel said, “Well, that will happen naturally, your body will make it so.  But women have an extra cradle that men don't...  So, you'll be enormous, but your baby still won't have the room it needs….” he made a hand gesture around his hips as if to express 'they need room this way.’

Sighing, Remy nodded. "D'accord."

“Well...  You go play with Mark, I have work to do....”

Hopping off the table, Remy left the lab in search of his 'little brother.'  He found

Mark and really, really wanted to talk to him.  "Mark... can I talk t' you?" he asked.  Mark nodded and they went to Remy's room.  "Mark... I'm probably gon' be stayin' here a lot more... 'cause o' de baby...  Is dat gon' be okay wid you?"             

"Sure, Remy!" Mark said enthusiastically.  "I'm really excited for you.  It's neat that Nathaniel can do that for you."  Remy smiled and nodded.

"We better do all of our sight seein' de next couple a days so we can get it outta de way.  M' not gon' be so mobile after dis," Remy smiled a little lop-sidedly.

 

 

 

 

Remy stepped through the portal and felt his link with Logan strengthen a hundred fold.  He sighed and tried to stabilize himself.

Logan stopped rough-housing/ cuddling with Creed because Remy’s return was like a blood rush to the head.  “Whoa….”

"What is it, Logan?" Theron asked.  Was Remy back already?  He didn't usually act like that unless something was going on with him.  He seemed more… distant, like he was concentrating on something else and no longer there with Theron.

“I think...” he sat up a bit, lifting his nose to the air instinctively and he could smell where Sinister opened a tesseract.  “Yeah, he's here....” he said, not needing to say who he was talking about.

"You gonna go see him?" he asked.  He figured there would be nothing he could do if Logan had set his mind to going and seeing Remy.  At least he knew that Logan wouldn’t go and shag him because of the rules they had laid out.

Nodding, Logan said, “Yeah,” and leaned down to kiss Theron briefly, then he hopped up.  Putting his clothes back on Logan headed toward the Remy-smell. 

Remy walked with Mark toward the mansion and ducked inside.  Heading up to Remy's room, they were dropping off his things and going to go plan out where they were going to go via the internet.

Sniffing, Logan was almost hurt that Remy didn't stop by to see him first thing, and followed him up to his room and knocked gently.  “Remy?”

Remy blinked at the knock on his door and went to get it.  He felt Logan's proximity beyond.  Smiling when he opened the door, Remy jumped on him and shouted, "Hey, cher!"  His hug was fierce and he kissed him soundly when he let up.  "Miss me already?" he joked.

Kissing back, Logan grinned, “Could ask you the same thing, Cajun!”  Smiling over Remy’s shoulder, he said, “Hey, Mark.”

Mark shyly shuffled his feet, feeling the lack of his lover at the open display of affection.  Maybe that's why Remy was so uncomfortable when he was at his place with Nathaniel.  "Hey, Logan," he said shyly.

"I didn' wanna intrude, cher.  After all, it's only mid-week," he explained.  "Speakin' o' which, how did Creed ev' let y' go?" he asked playfully.

Smirking a little, Logan said, “He just opened his arms.  You two headed out for some wild adventure?”

"We gonna go see what we can’t find.  Tought I might take 'im t' catch a Broadway show or somethin'.  I got a feelin' we gon' get int' all sorts o' trouble," Remy smirked.

Grinning a little, Logan said, “Not too much I hope,” and held Remy against him, stroking his stomach.  “You gonna be goin' back there?”

"Eventually," Remy said.  "Maybe when I take Mark back, but not for long."  Remy figured he had better tell him now.  "An' I’ll probably go again de next off-week...."

Getting a little nervous at that, Logan asked, “Why?”  You're not getting sex there, are you?

"I... I tink I need t'... remove m'self from de situation, Logan.  I don' know if I might get mad or jealous...."  Remy shut up in front of Mark.  Looking back over his shoulder at him, he asked, "Can we talk 'bout it later?"

Nodding, Logan thought he might get mad or jealous if Remy was over there too much.  “All right, darlin’...”  He kissed Remy’s neck.  “You just... be careful.  The both a you, all right?” he asked, looking over at Mark.

Mark nodded to him and bit the inside of his lip.  Logan looked pretty good and when he caught himself staring, he averted his eyes.

“All right.”  Logan almost left, then came back and tapped his finger on Mark's arm.  “Hey, be sure ta come see Creed; he misses ya.”  Looking back at Remy and said, “Bye, baby,” kissing him softly, then waving to them both and was out the door.

"M-misses me?" Mark asked.  Remy snorted.  "Y' can go see 'im if y' wan'."  I'll stay here an' figure out somethin' fer us t' go see."                           

"You sure, Remy?"

"Yeah, go visit dem for a while.  Dey'll be happy t' see you."

Shrugging, Mark went to catch up with Logan.  Remy headed down to the computer lab so he could get on the internet and see about tickets to the various places they might go. 

Walking across the lawn, Logan turned when he heard footsteps behind him.  “Oh, hey.”

"Hey.  Remy was going to do a bit of searching around so he thought I should come visit you guys.  Is it a bad time?" he asked.

“Nah, c'mon...” and he nodded towards the boathouse, starting to walk again.  “We were just hanging out.”  Logan hoped that Creed at least clothed the essentials.

Theron had stuck some clothes on when he smelled Logan coming with a visitor that smelled pretty familiar.  Going inside, Logan shouted, “Hey, Therr! Mark's here!”

Coming out from the bedroom, Theron walked up to Mark and gave him a hug.  "Hey, kid, how ya been?" he asked with affection in his voice.                      

"I've been good," Mark smiled.                       

"Sinister treatin' you okay?" he asked.

Sitting down on the sofa, Logan expected Creed to come back for some snuggling since he ran off earlier.

"S—who's 'Sinister?'" That didn’t sound like a good name.                   

"Ah, shit.  Sorry.  What're you callin' him now?  Essex?"  Theron noted Logan going over to the couch and went to sit by him.                    

"Why... why did people call him 'Sinister?'"

Looking at Creed warily, then to Mark again, Logan didn’t know if they should tell him.

Mark followed the two into the living room, but sat in the recliner across from the couch as opposed to on it with them.  They looked cuddly curled up together.  Mark looked at his two friends warily.

"He chose the name a long time ago.  He used ta... not be so nice," Theron explained.  That was the understatement of the century.

Folding his arms around Creed, Logan pulled him back against his chest.  “He used ta do experiments on people,” Logan clarified.

"Oh..."  That wasn't reassuring.

"Hey, he's a lot better now, kid.  Er... from what Remy says about him anyway."   

"Well... he doesn’t experiment on people any more," Mark offered.

“We wouldn't a let ya go there if he was dangerous, Mark,” and I sure as fuck wouldn't let Remy be there, he finished privately.

Looking at them, Mark was actually tempted to go and try to snuggle up with them, but he knew that wouldn't exactly work.  He bet even Remy had trouble being with the both of them.  In fact, he wondered why they weren't all together all the time anyway?  Creed liked him and he looked exactly like Remy....  Logan liked the both of them...so was the problem Remy?  "So... why isn't Remy with you guys?" he asked, a little shyly.

Raising an eyebrow, Logan said, “Well...  I thought you said he was planning your day at the mansion?”

"Uh...." Mark blushed.  "I didn't mean...  Never mind."  He figured he would be more comfortable asking Remy, although he seemed to be reluctant to talk about his relationship.

Lowering his eyes, Logan was suddenly aware of what Mark meant and swallowed.  He didn’t want to get in that with Mark right then.  “What do you an' Remy do in Antarctica, anyway?”

“Remy's been teaching me how to cook," Mark said, trying to get off of the relationship subject.

“And what does Sinist— ... What does Essex do while you do that?”

"He mostly spends time in his lab," he said simply. 

Logan was quiet for a little bit, but finally barked awkwardly, “Is he good in bed?  Essex?”

Mark choked on his response. "Um... w—he's my only... um... experience," he said blushing bright red.

“But is it good?” he asked, realizing he may sound like a dirty old man, but he had to know if he was still a threat to his relationship with Remy.

"Well... well, yeah," Mark said blinking at Logan.  "What—what's wrong?"  Mark was actually a little offended that Logan was being so persistent.

Looking away, Logan shrugged.  “Nothin’.  Just wonderin’.”  Curling his fists against Creed's shirt, Logan trusted him to get Logan out of this weird situation he had put himself in.

"You and Remy been gettin' ta know each other pretty well then?" Theron asked in the awkward silence.            

"Yeah," Mark said cheerfully.  He didn't understand things like why Remy had asked him not to talk about the baby in front of Creed or Logan, but he did trust his older 'brother.'  He did feel that he knew him pretty well though.

"Good.  Glad ta hear it.  You two wanna have dinner here some time?" Theron asked.

Smiling a little, it was nearly frightening how civil and open hearted Creed had become… and Logan nuzzled him a little in appreciation.

"Sure, I'd like that, Victor," he smiled.    

"Uh... I changed my name, kid.  You can call me Theron now," he said, hoping the kid wouldn't think it weird.

"Th—Theron?  What's that mean?" he asked.         

Smiling, Theron said, "It means 'hunter' in Greek."  He was pretty proud of his name.

"Can't I just call you 'Hunter'?" Mark giggled.

Glaring at him Theron said, "Ya do, ya'll find yerself on the menu," he threatened playfully.

Grinning, Logan’s hand stroking across Theron’s broad chest, and he chided, “All right, stop flirtin’...”  Logan looked over at Mark.  “You eaten dinner yet?”

Mark laughed more and really wanted to go and snuggle with the two feral men, but he kept his distance.  "Uh... no.  Not yet."  Mark liked that Victor... or Theron was flirting with him.  It felt... nice.  It felt warm and flattering.

“Well, this one cooks...” he grinned, sliding his hands down Creed’s chest to his stomach, then back up again, suddenly feeling lonely for him.  “If we can get him off his lazy ass,” he said, gently biting his neck.

Mark was smiling until Logan's hands traveled down his stomach and his smile faded looking longingly at those hands and the fabric as it slid over Theron's stomach.  Mark's breath started to increase as Logan bit Theron's neck.  God that was hot....  Oh, and Logan’s voice... him cussing was making Mark hard.

Chuckling when Creed didn’t move, Logan said, “Don't make me fight you, boy...  Now get in that kitchen and make me dinner!”  Playfully, Logan nipped at Theron’s ear.

Theron snorted at Logan.  He had been enjoying Logan's attentions and didn’t want to move.  Getting up, he headed for the kitchen and Mark watched him go.  Theron had been planning on cooking the steak they had gotten recently, but he supposed they could cook twice as much if Remy and Mark were going to be joining them.  "Mark, you and Remy gonna be staying for dinner tonight?" he called from the kitchen.

"Sorry—Remy's holding the itinerary."

Watching Creed go to the kitchen, Logan grinned at Mark.  “He's really just a big lap cat.”

"Not dog?" he asked.  That was the phrase, right?

Smirking, Logan said, “Nah.  I'm more the dog, he's more the cat...”

"Somebody call me a dog?!" Theron shouted from the kitchen.

Mark laughed.

Chuckling, Logan called, “Wouldn't dream of it.  Whatcha makin’?”

"Steak was what I was plannin' on.  Should I make enough fer four or should I wait until the Cajun has made up his blasted mind about what they're doin' tonight?"

"I don't know where he is to go ask him.  He said he was going to look on the internet...." Mark offered.  He secretly hoped that Logan would take the bait and go find Remy to ask him, but he didn't know if he was trusted enough to be alone with Theron.

“Well, what do you wanna do, kid?”

“I'm flexible, but I think it would be cool to hang out with you guys tonight," he smiled.

Grinning, Logan said, “Well...  I'll go get Remy then an’ haul his scrawny, Cajun haunches down here.”  He got up.  “You two behave,” he instructed and headed out.

"Behave?" Mark asked Theron once Logan was out. 

"Yeah, kid.  He knows I like ya."                     

"So... he means no sex?"      

Theron snorted.  "He means no nothin'.  He probably wants no flirtin', but I don’t think he's gonna get it," Theron winked over his shoulder at Mark.

Trotting up to the mansion, Logan knocked on Remy's door.  “Darlin’?”

Remy was down in the computer lab looking relaxedly at Broadway showings to see if there was anything good any time soon.  Hmm... "Boy from Oz"... wonder what dat's about, Remy said to himself.

Sighing, he figured he would have to figure out more than that to do with Mark.  He wanted to show him everything, but really, he couldn’t realistically do that in one night.  They would have to break it up into multiple nights, which was fine so far as Remy was concerned.

Lifting his nose Logan snuffed Remy out and leaned in the door way, smiling.  “Hey, darlin’...”

"Oh, hey, Logan.  What's up?" he asked from his seat.

“We want ya ta come have dinner with us.”

"Oh... okay.  Uh—sure," Remy said.  He was a little disappointed.  He didn't really feel like being around Creed, but he supposed that he would have to tolerate him.  "I'll do dis later den," he said and logged off.  They could go see something another night.  Maybe he'd take Mark to a regular movie tonight if there was anything playing late enough.

Sagging a little, too, Logan clarified, “Well, I mean... ya don't have to, it's just an option...  I understand if ya wanna spend time with Mark, yer not gettin' ta see that much of ‘im…”

            "Non, dat's fine.  I get t' see plenty o' Mark.  Y' know I'd much rader be wid you, but dis isn' my time," he said and placed a very chaste kiss on Logan’s lips.  A few students in the corner of the lab snickered at them, but Remy shot them a deadly glare.

Logan didn’t really give a flying fuck about snickering kids and said, “Well, c'mon, then...” and took Remy’s hand and started walking with him out of the lab.  Once they were in the hall, he said, “Mark an' Creed're just boilin' with lust fer one another...”

Remy couldn't say he was totally innocent of the same thing.  "Logan...."  Remy sighed and gave up before he even started.

“Yeah?” he said in a hard way, suggesting he would get it out of Remy no matter what he tried.

"If you find both y' lovers attractive, why do y' seem t' have dis idea dat dey won't or shouldn't be attracted to each oder?" he asked finally.  He knew he was going to get it for that one.

Walking with his hand locked in Remy’s, eyes straight ahead, Logan said, “A’ course I think y'll find each other attractive!  I'm not stupid, Remy, just...” scared.  “... possessive.”

"Logan... y' ever tought dat if y' hold on too tight y' might lose him?"  He was referring to Creed.

Getting to the porch of the boathouse, Logan turned to look at Remy.  “We were tagether over 2000 years and he didn't sleep with anyone else.  The only thing that's different now's you're in the picture.” 

"Dat may make all de difference, Logan," Remy pointed out.

“An' what about you, Remy?  I hold onta you tight, am I gonna lose you?”

Shaking his head, Remy was pretty certain that he wasn't... that was, if Logan was still with him after he told Logan he was going to have a child.  "Don' tink so, cher."  But, den again, I'm comin' up wid m' own ways o' dealin' wid de stress....

Closing his eyes against a cool breeze, Logan sighed deeply.  “That don't keep ya from wantin' Creed, though.”

"I have m' way o' dealin' wid dat, an' if y' don' approve—tough."

“What's yer way a dealin’ with that, Remy?”

"Hatin' him," he said with cold eyes.

Shaking his head, Logan knew how that worked... trying to channel your passion only makes it stronger until one day you crack and you just end up shagging for hours on end until you pass out.  “C'mon... Maybe he's done with dinner.”  Logan opened the door for Remy.  Taking a deep breath, Remy entered the house and Mark stepped out of the kitchen where he had been talking to Creed. 

"Hey.  Hungry?" Mark asked.  "V—Theron's been teaching me about steak," he smiled.                                  

Eyes narrowing at Mark, Remy growled, "Bien," and went to the couch.

Putting hand over his head, Logan was completely flummoxed at that... is Remy getting jealous of Creed??  “Uhh... Lemme go check on him,” and Logan went into the kitchen, wrinkling his nose at the smell of Creed and Mark getting hot for each other.  “Hey, Theron, get any?”

"Any what?" he asked raising an eyebrow, nearly accusatorily at Logan.

“..........  Nothin’.”  He went over and looked at what Theron was making.  “That looks good...  Smells good, too.”  Almost covers up the love stench you two were swapping.

"Thanks," Theron said, a little miffed Logan wouldn't explain himself but thought he might see what Logan was getting at.  "But I didn't touch the boy, Logan," he growled. 

Folding his arms together defensively, Logan said, “Okay.”  He went a bit tense, realizing he was going to need to talk to both of his lovers together.

"The steak's almost ready."  Theron left the steak unattended and went to kiss Logan.  "I'm sorry this is such a pain in the ass...."  He didn't want to be attracted to Remy or Mark... but he just couldn't help it. 

Getting all goose bumpy in his arms, Logan nodded a little.  “Can't blame ya...  They're hot.”

Smirking, Theron said, "Betcha could have 'em both t'gether," teasingly.  He really would like to see that—the two boys kissing with the same face, sucking on Logan's cock together. Gods, that made him hard in a heartbeat.

Snorting softly, Logan observed, “Don't think either of ‘em would go fer that...”  He would try for it if Theron and Remy weren't enough of a handful.

Shaking his head, Theron agreed, chuckling.  "Nope.  Don't think they would."  But it was fuckin' hot to think about.  They would probably be weirded out by it. "Tell everybody dinner's ready," he said heading back to the meat on the stove.

“Yeah...” but he grabbed Theron’s arm, stealing one last, lingering kiss from him before going out into the other room, trying to gauge how the two ‘brothers’ were behaving.

Remy was sitting on the couch reading a book he'd pulled from the shelf.  It looked like he was trying to ignore the world, and Mark was sitting shyly across from him and smiled shyly when Logan came in.

Smiling warmly at Mark, Logan said, “Dinner's ready, boys...  C'mon, eat.”  Reaching down, Logan grabbed Remy's wrist, and pulled him up to him.  Remy rose with Logan's grasp and let himself be guided wherever Logan was going to take him.  Taking him to the kitchen table, Logan sat Remy next to him.  “Any plans yet, Rem?”

"Non.  Maybe we'll stay in tonight an' go out clubbin' tomorrow 'er somethin'," he shrugged.

“Ever been clubbing, Mark?”

Mark shook his head.  "Soon as I got into the real world I started doing jobs waiting tables.  I don't know how I knew how to, but I did," he explained.  "I never really had time to think about anything but surviving.”

“Well, ya don't gotta worry about that anymore...” he said smiling a little, looking up when Creed came in with the meat.

Mark smiled too and nodded.  "Yeah, it's really a relief... although it was kind of a shock to find out that everybody I knew before I started living on my own didn't really exist...."  Mark didn't know how to feel about that still.

Nodding, Logan asked, “But ya knew about Sinister before, yeah?”

"As my family doctor, yeah," he acknowledged.  "But he was totally different when I saw him in my dreams."

“Different?  How?”

"Well, he didn't look the same.  He looked like he was human... and he was just some random doctor, ya know?  He's different with me now."  He was cuddlier for one thing, Mark thought to himself.

“I can imagine,” Logan said as he raised his eyebrows and started digging into the steak.  The rest of them followed suit and Remy made sure to eat all of his even though he only felt like eating half of it.

Tucking his foot around Creed's under the table, just for the contact, Logan wished someone would say something because this silence was getting awkward.

Clearing his throat, Remy offered, "De steak is good," trying to be civil.  It irked him that Creed was even taking Mark's attention... that he was becoming obsolete to everyone because of this man.  Thinking that way only fueled his anger and kept him emotionally distant from Theron.  It probably sent itching powder down his link with Logan though....

Oh, yeah, Logan couldn’t ignore that... and he reached over and grabbed Remy’s hand, kissing it, and stroked his thumb over it, wanting him to relax.  Remy was comforted by that and tried to sooth over the emotions he was sending Logan.                                                       

"Thanks, Remy," Theron said, knowing it probably took a lot for him to say something like that. 

Mark cringed over in the corner.  Having them in the same room was not a good combination and he saw now why Logan had them separate from each other most of the time.

Keeping a hold of Remy's hand until he needed to cut, Logan said, “Ya goin' ta go see somethin’ on Broadway?”

"Was tinkin' 'bout it," Remy said.  "It's been a while dough."  He was definitely not going to take him to see Cats.  Or maybe he should just so he could make fun of Creed's old costume....

“Should ask Storm... she always knows what's goin' on over there...”

Remy nodded.  He would do that.  He would have to introduce Mark to her too.  He was part of Remy's family now after all... probably the only blood relative he had... if you could call him a relative.

Finishing his plate, Logan got up to take it into the kitchen, and hoped the three of them could behave themselves while he was gone.  Theron looked at Remy a little nervously and Remy made a point to ignore him while he felt the eyes on him.  Turning to Mark, Remy asked, "So... wanna go see Cats?" with a smirk.

"Cats?" he asked.  "You wanna visit a pet shop?"  Was it that entertaining?

Remy chuckled at Mark and Theron did too, but he didn't say anything.  He wasn’t going to step on Remy's toes right then.  Wondering idly how long they were expected to stay, Remy finished his plate and gathered up everyone elses' and took them into the kitchen sink.  He needed to escape from Creed for a minute.

When Remy left, Theron explained to Mark, "Cats is a play, Mark."

"Oooohhhh," Mark said.

Seeing Remy come in, Logan’s hands were in the soap.  “You boys behavin' yerselves?”

"What's y' deffinition o' behave?"

“Ah... Not tearin' each other inta bloody strips?”

"No bloody strips yet," Remy informed cheerily.  He washed the dishes with Logan and scooted close to him.  He really missed Logan already, but that was probably because he was being slightly more emotional these past couple of days.  He had been thinking a lot about the baby; the hormones weren't strong enough in his system for him to be effected by them really especially the way his body dealt with them.

Turning, Logan pressed his nose into him, pulling him down for a strong, deep kiss... Logan missed him, too.  Remy frowned and looked longingly at Logan.  They were home... and he still couldn't have Logan....  Maybe that's why he felt the need to remove himself all the time; he didn't want to feel... indignant.

“I love you...  Ya know that, right?  Just relax...” and he stroked Remy’s arms, realizing his love may not be enough for him this time... and he wished he could give Remy everything. 

Remy nodded and tried to relax but the more he relaxed the more he felt like crying.  Stiffening, Remy straightened away from Logan and went back to doing the dishes... even the dishes from earlier in the day.  He took deep breaths, trying to keep under control.

Feeling that across their link, Logan bowed his head, feeling like he had failed him.  He wanted to hold him more than anything—take him to bed and make him better...   He wrapped his arms around Remy from behind.

"Logan," Remy whispered his name as if he were being tortured.  Stop... I'm not gon' make it if y' keep doin' dis....

Knowing Remy probably wanted him to let go and leave, Logan just couldn’t leave him in this state... and he went out to the dining room and wrapped his arms around Creed.  Whispering so softly only he could hear, Logan explained, “Darlin’, Remy needs me right now...”

Theron's gut clenched hard.  Grinding his teeth so hard it could be heard, Theron growled out so low he knew Mark wouldn't be able to hear it well.  "An' what happened when I needed ya last week?"  That was so completely unfair if they wanted to pretend that this was an even relationship.

Swallowing, Logan nodded.  That was his answer then….  “I'm gonna go start a fire...” he said and went to the fireplace. Logan was going to have to find a time when he could speak to Creed and Remy because this setup was obviously not working.

Mark looked shyly at Theron.  "Should... we leave? Or should I leave...?" he clarified.  It looked like they needed some time alone... or something.  They at least needed to be able to talk about their problems amongst themselves.

Theron nodded to Mark.  "Maybe.  Do ya know where Remy's room is?" he asked.   Mark nodded.  "I'm sure ya can stay there until he gets back."   

Mark nodded and rose from the table.  "Thanks fer dinner, it was good," he said to Theron.                                                            

"Yer welcome, kid."  He watched the boy run off and went to Logan in the living room.  He didn't know what to say.          

Dusting his hands off on his jeans, Logan saw Theron come through the door. “Mark leave?”

Theron nodded.  "Yeah.  He's gonna go and stay in Remy's room until he goes back."

Nodding, Logan started feeling a little ill and nervous.  “Well... You me an Remy need ta talk.”

"Yeah, I figured," he said, trying to be casual about it.  "Should I go get Remy?" he asked.

“.......  Yeah.  Thanks,” he said staring at the fire.

Actually, Theron had been hoping that Logan would offer to go and get him, but he figured he had a lot to think about.  Theron wasn't sure about the response he was going to get from Remy, but he went into the kitchen and cleared his throat anyway.  Remy stiffened noticeably.  "Logan's waitin' fer us in the livin' room.  He's got a fire goin' for ya," he said trying to make Remy feel better... have him feel that Logan was being thoughtful.

Stiffly nodding, Remy dried his hands off and followed Theron out into the living room.  He sat on the couch and waited for everyone to get settled and for Logan to start the conversation because he sure as hell didn't know what he wanted to talk about.

Logan wasn’t thinking so much as struggling to not throw up violently all over the place...  Neither of them were going to like what he had to say.

“.......  This week on, week off thing isn't workin’...” he said and he couldn’t look at either of them, staring into the fire.  “An' there's only one other thing we haven't tried...”  He managed to shift his eyes to the floor, still not able to look into either of theirs.  “An' that's havin' a ... a real three-way relationship.  I know ya both want each other, so don't bother lyin’ about it.”

Remy folded his arms and pointedly didn't look at Creed.  Theron was looking at Logan though.  "How do ya think that'll effect you, Logan?" he asked.

“I'll be fine,” after I've destroyed about 12 acres.

"Yer sure?" he asked, not really believing him.

“Yeah.”  Hell, no, but he was doing this for them, because he loved them both so much.

Through their link Remy could tell that Logan was actually very angry about this... but he was not going to say that.  He didn't want to toss away Logan's offer.  It was a very gracious thing to offer them.  He just didn't know how it was going to work.  They would have to be so careful....  He still wasn't 100% comfortable with the idea, but they didn't have to act on this thing now.  They could take it slowly and give everyone time to adjust to the idea.

Swallowing, his eyes still averted, Logan found security in the idea of their relationship changing, in a way.  “At least... if somethin' ever happens ta me, I'll know you both got someone ta look after you...”

Tentatively, Theron's gaze went to Remy.  Remy wasn't looking at Theron yet.  His eyes were still glued to Logan.  "How would dat even work, Logan?" he asked a little disbelief in his voice.

Taking a deep breath, Logan said, “Always t'gether.  The three a’ us...  You c'n have me when ya want me an’... you...” he lost his breath, swallowing and collecting himself, “an' you can have each other when ya want...”  Breathing was getting difficult, “…each other.”

Remy nodded.  He really would have to take it slow by the amount of fear that was eating away at Logan.  Rising from the couch, Remy went to Logan and wrapped his arms around him from behind.  "I love you, Logan," he whispered in his ear.  "An' I ain' goin' nowhere."  He leaned in and licked at Logan's neck lightly.  "I appreciate y' offer, Logan.  It might... take away some o' de stress... but m' feelin's f' you won' ev' change 'sept f' de deeper."

Theron heard every word and thought that Remy's words applied for him too, although he would try to think of another way to say them to him.  And he would do so after Remy had left his side.

Staying still, staring into the fire, Logan felt so fragile right then, he felt like he might just go to pieces.  Just holding him, Remy stayed and nuzzled him until he felt Logan's emotions improve.  He didn’t want to move ever, but he knew eventually he would have to.

Relaxing slightly in Remy’s arms, Logan was probably going to be upset about this for a few months at least.  When Remy felt Logan relax, he looked over to Theron as if beckoning him.  Theron got up and moved over to the two of them and hugged Logan from the other side, arms above Remy's so they were each holding Logan from a different angle, not holding each other, then Remy gently slipped away.  Theron watched for his reaction to Remy's departure.

Sighing a little, Logan looked over at Remy, and smirked.  “Yer all bein’ careful...” he observed, though he couldn’t blame them.  He would be leery of him, too, if he was... near him when he was this mad...

"Gon' be for a while, cher," Remy said with a nod to him, watching Creed with him to get used to the scene.

Nodding, Logan turned to Creed and buried his face in his chest, arms locked tight around him.

Theron held Logan tightly in his arms.  He felt so good.  "Locrus.... <I love you,>" he said quietly.

Remy didn't object to the words being said in another language that time.  He understood that the words exchanged between them had to be their own... in their own way.  He had to trust them.  Both of them.

Nuzzling into Theron’s chest, Logan said, “I love you, too...” then looked over at Remy.  “Both of you.”

Smiling gently at that, Remy wanted to go over and embrace Logan with Theron.... but he was still wary.  Instead he went over and rubbed Logan's back comfortingly.  Pulling on him to get him into the hug, Logan was okay with them hugging, as long as he was there with them. 

Relief flooded through Remy in the embrace and he felt... maybe this could work... eventually.  He was going to complicate matters a little, but he would make sure that Logan was okay with Remy being selfish still before he proceeded.  He still wanted a child very much, and he was going to be okay with sharing it with Theron if their relationship was truly equal... or just about.

Sighing heavily, Logan did love them both more than life itself.  “Just go easy with me, huh?”  He knew they would, he just needed to voice it so they would know how uncomfortable he was with it.

"Real easy, Logan," Theron said and Remy nodded to second his assurance.

With a soft smile, Logan said, “Well...  Good... That's all I have to say, then.”  Remy kissed Logan on his cheek and Theron came in from the other side.  They were still wary of contact though.  Feeling the relief of having both of his lovers close and not hating each other Logan remembered how it had been good in the beginning when they all three had sex... but he was going to have to share the attention now... and the love....  “Who's up for dessert?”

Remy chuckled and asked tentatively, "Is dis a frozen dessert or a... warm dessert?"

Grinning, Logan smacked Remy's butt.  “You makin' with the innuendos, Cajun?”

"I was wonderin' if you were makin' innuendos, cher," he defended with a smile.

Pulling him down into a kiss, Logan asked sincerely, “You feelin' better than ya were in the kitchen?”  Remy nodded, sighing in relief against Logan's lips.  “From now on, if ya need me,” and he looked at Creed, knowing this applied to him, too, “Just ask...”

Smiling, Theron nodded and leaned in to kiss Logan.  "Thanks."  It was nice to have it clarified.  Letting go of Logan and Remy, Theron went into the kitchen to dig out that apple pie that was in the freezer.  "You guys want me ta cook this pie?" he called to Logan and Remy.  Remy was still latched onto Logan in the living room.

Pulling Remy in for deeper, wet kisses, with his hands under his shirt, stroking his stomach and his sides, Logan didn’t really hear Creed's question.  Peeking around the corner at Remy and Logan, Theron smirked and pre-heated the oven.  Stepping back into the living room, Theron started kissing Logan's neck and letting his own hands travel up Logan’s shirt.  Remy's hands joined his, but they didn't really interact, just brushed past each other.  They were each clearly concentrating on Logan.

Heart rate picking up fast and quick, Logan was suddenly ravenous and kissed deeper, harder, rocking between the two of them, so aroused by the heat of their bodies.

 The arousal from Logan shot down Remy's spine to his cock and he couldn't help but want to devour him right there.  Theron felt the pickup in arousal from their collective hearts and the increase in the strength of their combined musk.  It smelled hot and he bit into Logan's neck, then knelt behind him to start nipping at his back and sides, tasting his skin.

Growling hard against Remy's skin, Logan started stripping him, latching onto his nipple, making them taught and hard.

"Mmm..." Remy moaned, but he was uncertain about getting naked in front of Theron again...  Was it okay?  Remy let Logan do what he wanted with him, but didn't remove any of his own clothing.  He didn't have any problems with helping Logan with his though.  He started with his shirt and Theron took care of Logan's pants, snaking his hands down to the jeans zipper.  As the pants slid off, Theron's tongue slid down Logan’s crack.

Snarling and trembling, Logan wanted to sit back on Creed's face.  He struggled with Remy's zipper, pushing his jeans to the floor, hands in his boxers.  Still kissing Remy with vigor, Logan fucked him with his tongue.

Dieu, Logan, Remy thought because he was unable to speak.  He wanted Logan to be inside him so badly!  He could feel his pucker winking with the desire to be filled.

Pushing his hands down Remy's crack, Logan touched his hungry hole, flaring with desire for him... for the both of them... and he pushed a finger in Remy and tried to get them to move over to the sofa, one hand on Creed's.  Remy let himself be led and he felt dizzy with relief and passion especially when Logan's finger was inside him.  Remy bucked his hips into Logan at the feeling inside him.  Theron followed them, tongue probing deeper into Logan' when they finally stopped by the couch.

Pushing Remy back onto the sofa in a way to make him land on Logan’s finger, he sent it deeper into him….  Groaning, Logan worked his hips back on Creed's tongue, half on, half off the sofa, and started mouthing Remy's balls.

"Ah!  Logan...." Remy squeaked, cringing in pleasure.  He so wanted him to either suck him and wiggle his finger inside him or to fuck him senseless.  From behind Logan, Theron was probing deeper, and really wanted to fuck Logan.  He started working his own clothing off and played with Logan's balls a little, rolling them in their sac, then scraping along his perineum lightly.

Jerking, Logan quaked.  “Cre—“ he stopped and smiled a little, then said in an even breathier voice, “Theron...” and pressed his finger into Remy.  Wriggling it Logan added another, before slurping Remy’s cock down his throat.

Theron was in absolute heaven when Logan said his name as he rode Logan's shudders.  In private he had been able to call him Theron.  As if his memory had come back to him a little and it was okay, but when Remy was around, he was always Creed.  For him to say that... so sexily in front of Remy made his heart flutter.  The pleasure in his heart was echoed, but not necessarily mimicked in Remy's cry of passionate abandon.  Remy jerked his hips up into Logan's mouth and on his fingers, pulling them deeper into him.

Theron really wanted some lotion.  Didn't they have some hiding out here from the last time they made love out there?  They had gotten a bunch of it and scattered it all over the place so they could have some handy whenever they wanted.  Finding a bottle under the couch, Theron got the rest of the way out of his clothes and coated his pulsing cock with the slick cool stuff.

Growling when Creed disappeared, Logan looked back over his shoulder.  “Grrhgrnn?”  Logan saw what Theron was doing and lifted his bottom for him, pressing another finger in Remy.  He wanted to be inside him as badly as he wanted Creed inside him.

That ass being presented to him was a sight and he gently pushed into Logan's body.  Hissing when he was in him because he was so damn tight, he eventually got the coordination to slide the lotion over to Logan so he could use it on Remy.  Theron tried to stay still, but his cock twitched inside Logan a little.

Snarling against the inside of Remy's thigh, Logan licked him and mewled at the feeling of Creed's cock in him.  It was so good; his cock was so perfect...   Logan feared that as soon as Creed got his cock in Remy, Remy wouldn’t want another... and he pulled his fingers out of Remy and pushed his cock in him possessively as if maybe this was the last time he would get to have him...   Then he was equally struck that Remy's arse was so perfect that as soon as Creed got his cock up Remy, Creed wouldn’t want another arse...   Bending over Remy, he panted and mewled from the pleasure and the fear.

"Ah!!!  Logan...." Remy panted and lifted his hips to change the angle.  His hands went up and played with Logan's nipples, then he drew Logan down to kiss him.  When Remy let him go, Theron reached around and brought Logan's head back to kiss him, even thought it was a stretch for both of them.

Growling, Logan was shuddering hard from the pleasure from the both of them and he started moving, into Remy, onto Creed, cradling Remy to him and being cradled by Creed.  He snarled constantly at the pleasure, gripping one of Creed's hands and locking his lips onto Remy.

Kissing and nibbling at the back of Logan's neck, Theron actually wanted to experiment with a three-way kiss again, but he figured that this wasn't the time for that and that they were just getting used to each other again.  There would be plenty of time for all of that, but later.  Logan looked so great, going out of his mind with pleasure.

Folding Remy to him, Logan lifted his thigh and worked his hips into him, cock stroking deep inside Remy’s tight, wet heat.  He searched for Remy’s pleasure spot, desperately, trying to keep focus beyond the pleasure Creed was giving him.

Leaning up, Remy fastened his mouth to one of Logan's nipples and sucked hard, laving at the hard nub, and his breath caught when Logan found his prostate—god that felt incredible!  He whimpered on Logan's nipple and started playing with his other nipple with his hands.

Snarling, Logan loved that, his nipples hard as rocks under Remy’s tongue and fingers, and he arched back to pull Creed to a kiss, letting him see where his body disappeared into Remy’s, where his soft cheeks parted for Logan’s hard cock.

"Oh, Logan... <gods, yer beautiful,>" he whispered in his ear.  Remy bucked up into Logan and moaned.  Theron thought Logan had a gorgeous cock.                         

"Harder, Logan... please....." he begged.

Snarling, Logan leaned over Remy to gave it to him harder, thrusting inside him with power, alternately allowing Creed deep inside him as well.  Fucking harder in response to the pleasure of Creed's cock, Logan cried, “Love you...” and didn’t need to specify; he meant them both.

They leaned in opposite ears and whispered simultaneously, "I love you, Logan."  Breaking away, they fucked hard and fast and Theron was the first to go—he just couldn't stand the image of Remy's pleasured face and body writhing beneath Logan, his gorgeous lover.

Theron bit into Logan's neck and pulsed into him uncontrollably.  He growled loudly, the sound muffled by Logan's skin.  Roaring and fucking harder into Remy, the feel of Creed's dick swelling inside him and filling him with hot cum was enough to send him into a frenzy, screwing Remy's butt ferally, trying to hold back orgasm until Remy came.

Logan's loss of control was enough to send Remy over the edge, because when Logan lost control, he did so in a way that had him slamming repeatedly against his pleasure nub and Remy was thrown over the edge bodily, squirting his seed all the way up onto the arm of the couch.

Leaning over, Logan bit on Remy’s nipple gently, snarling, roaring, and howling as he creamed inside him, filling him beyond what he could hold.  Remy held Logan to him tightly as he came and wouldn’t' let go afterward.  Leaning into Logan's back, Theron nuzzled his neck as he lay on Remy.  Theron made sure not to squish Remy though, so most of his weight was on his knees.  Loving the feel of dripping with warm come, Remy sighed and brushed Logan’s' cheek.

Panting against Remy's neck, Logan licked him tenderly, huffing in soft growls, hands still holding Remy’s thighs open for him.  Theron wondered how long they were going to stay like that—an awkward pile on the couch, but didn't mind if it were arbitrarily long.  He wanted to move to the bed eventually so they could pile comfortably on each other, but he was patient.

The long lick and the holding of his thighs actually made Remy's cock twitch and an aftershock of passion flush through his body.  Still quaking a little, Logan looked up at Remy and stroked his cheek.  “Was it good, baby?”

"Logan, it was so good," Remy smiled and kissed him deeply.  Theron agreed, and licked the side of Logan's neck to voice his opinion.

Smiling softly, Logan shifted.  “We're gonna be sore as hell if we stay like this much longer...”

Theron smiled.  "You guys wanna go pile in the bed while I run off to the kitchen?" he asked.  He noted that the stove had beeped some time during their heavy love making.  The pie needed to cook for sufficiently long that he didn't think he'd have to worry about it.  The timer was loud enough for them to hear clearly anyway.

Looking over his shoulder at Theron, Logan chuckled, “Well, Theron, are you the master of pillow talk or what?”

Nipping him a little harder than he would a feebe, Theron pulled out of Logan quickly, hoping to send shudders through him.  Fine, he wasn't sexy.  Growling to himself, he went to stick the pie in.

Leaning down, Logan trembled at that, taking a moment to recover, then pulling out of Remy carefully.  “Y' don't think he took me seriously do ya?” he asked pulling Remy into his arms.

"Tink he might be a little sensitive t' insults... from you…." he said, trying to point it out gently.

“Mmmm...  Better go smooth it over before it sets in.”  Leaning over, Logan kissed Remy deeply and sincerely.  “You're...” perfect...  God, you're so perfect... and he just kissed Remy again and carefully crawled away, covering Remy with a blanket on the couch.  “Be right back, darlin’,” he said and walked naked into the kitchen.

Mark hid himself in the shadows, seeming to have a knack for it and just stared at them as they lounged around naked after that incredibly erotic display that Mark wished he were a part of instead of Remy.  He had heard Logan being given a blowjob in the morning back when they were on the boat, but this was no comparison.

Theron was sticking the pie into the oven and leaned away from it.

Coming up to Theron, Logan wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling.  “I was kidding you, Theron.”

Sighing, he said, "I know."  It still hurt.

“I actually think you're very sexy...” and he kissed his strong arm, nipping on him a little and nuzzling more.

Really?  "Thanks..." he said feeling comforted, but still feeling like Logan loved Remy more because he acted so differently around him.

Actually biting into his arm a little; not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt, Logan asked, “What's wrong?”  Taking his wrist and pulling it to his mouth, Logan softly kissed the exposed veins on the underside.

"I... just..."  Do ya like him better? 

“What?”  Getting in front of him, Logan cradled his face and stroked a hand down his chest.  “What is it?”

He deflated and hugged Logan. "Just... ya act different around him..."

“Whaddya mean different?” he coaxed, stroking up and down Theron’s incredible chest, thinking that he missed it when he was fucking him from behind.

"Ya just act..." Nastier....

“C’mon, darlin', say it...” he said and reached up sinking his fingers in his hair, making him hunch a little so Theron was closer to him.

"Uh... terse." he said.  That was the most polite word he could think of.

“Ya think I'm a jerk when I’m around Remy...  Zat it?”  Letting one of his fingers trail over Theron’s nipple, the other hand stroked down to his hip.

Looking away from Logan, Theron cringed in ascent.  He didn't need to say he thought that.  His expression said it for him.  He was confused by the fingers at his nipple and waist though....

Sighing, Logan wished Theron would hold him, as girly as that sounded, and he nuzzled his nipple again.  “I'll try ta cut it out, okay?  I c'n tell yer pretty... edgy around Remy...”  It was harder for him to take a joke when he was near.

Surprised at how relieving that felt, Theron hugged Logan and snuffled his hair.  Leaning up to capture his lips, Logan pressed into him, cursing his shortness again... and him with two tall lovers!  “You gotta perfect cock, ya know that?”

"Yeah?" Theron said with a smirk, kind of flattered.

“Yeah...  I'm guessin' it shocked the hell outta me all those years ago when I first saw it.”  He knew how the Greeks went mad for an incredible phallus.  “It's a miracle they didn't put ya on display er somethin’...”

Theron's grin grew as Logan spoke about his dick.  He leaned down to kiss Logan deeply.  Locking his arms around Theron’s neck, Logan kissed back, purring against his lips.  “An’ it feels so good when yer drivin' it inta me….”

"Awe..." Theron groaned.  He was starting to get aroused again from Logan talking that way about him.  He really liked that.  "Locrus... <yer gonna drive me crazy, you know that?>"

Growling a little, Logan kissed him headily, hand stroking over his nipple.  “Thinkin' maybe next time ya make dinner, you should wear a little French maid outfit,” he said totally kidding.  Theron growled and was tempted to stick his claws in Logan's sides to tickle him, but remembered that it would hurt him.  He nipped his shoulder instead.

Setting the timer for a few minutes shorter than he expected, Theron nuzzled into Logan on his way back into the living room.

Kissing and nipping along his neck, Logan almost tripped several times, then looked over at Remy on the couch, smiling at him.  Remy smiled back at how cute Logan was biting Creed.  He was just laid out relaxed on the couch.  They wouldn’t all fit though, so Remy reluctantly rose from the couch.  "Wanna take dis somewhere more comfortable?" he asked as he swayed his hips rounding the couch taking him and his naked ass to the bedroom.

Watching Remy go, Logan muttered to Creed, “That is a perfect slice of man.”

Growling in appreciation and echoing of the sentiment, Theron didn't want to verbally agree.  He knew that Remy was nervous about getting on Logan's last nerve... and he couldn't say he blamed him.  Remy had carefully avoided him physically and his gaze as they had both assured Logan of their love.  Thinking he understood the plan, he had to control his longing for the fine ass that just walked away.

Crawling up on him, Logan wrapped his legs around Theron’s waist, expecting to be carried to the bedroom, and tugging on his ear with his teeth growling.  Holding Logan, he carried him into the bedroom after Remy.  He wanted to fondle his ass more, but he was impeded by his claws.  He really wanted something done about them, but there really wasn't anything he could do.  Adamantuim was indestructible after all.  Kissing him as they walked, Theron kept his eyes open minimally to see where he was going.

Watching as they entered, Remy smirked.  He wished he could carry around Logan like that.  He was nowhere near strong enough though.  He might be able to drag him or carry him on his back, but all that metal was very heavy.  They still looked very good as they came in and Theron set him on the bed.

Careful to not crush Remy when he landed on the bed, Logan pulled Creed down on top of him for a deep, wet, sultry kiss before pulling Remy to him and landing one on him, too.  Remy moaned lightly at the kiss and curled himself around Logan while Theron scooted up to Logan's other side and gently trailed his hands over Logan’s body.

Wishing he could somehow kiss them both at the same time, Logan took Creed's hand and put it on his nipple, getting hard being smooshed between the two of them.  Theron rolled Logan’s nipple between the pads of his fingers and Remy took up the caress down his other side, then down to his hips where Remy noticed Logan was getting interested again.  His hand glided along his firming flesh lightly, then down to caress his loose balls.

Purring against Remy’s lips, Logan took Remy’s hand away and started kissing it, his knuckles and fingers, down to his wrist.  Remy's eyes fluttered closed and he smiled at the light kisses.  Theron watched as Logan's lips passed over Remy's skin and he started getting interested against Logan's hip.

Logan was tempted to ask Creed if that hard-on was for him or for Remy and couldn’t help but get a little jealous.  Grabbing Remy Logan kissed him fiercely and possessively.  Theron's cock throbbed at that sight and he dove for Logan's neck, sucking him hard, biting his skin, then licking his way down to suckle on a nipple.  His hand started to play with Logan’s other nipple as he continued to kiss Remy.

Opening up to Remy, Logan reached down blindly to find the state of Remy's cock, his other hand in Creed's hair.  Semi aroused, Remy was in his relaxed state of sated body.  His kisses were passionate and deep though... more soul binding than searing.

Slowing down a little, Logan didn’t want to pressure Remy into putting out if he didn’t want to and sucked on his lips gently taking deep breaths, squeezing Creed's shoulder.

Just wanting to take it slow, Remy's caresses over Logan were light.  Creed however was definitely getting hard sucking at his lover and wanted to go again.  Pulling away from Remy's lips, Logan said, “Theron...”  He didn’t know how to tell him to back off; this was going to be awkward.

Kissing Logan deeply, Theron probed Logan's mouth.  Remy smiled at Theron's needy kisses.  “Darlin’...” he kissed back but said, “Slow down, lover....”

"Oh..." he said leaning away from Logan.  "Sorry..." although he really liked that Logan called him ‘lover’ in front of Remy.  That was a treat and he smiled goofily because of it.

Chuckling at Theron’s goofy grin, Logan stroked his handsome face.  “Not a problem....” and he pulled him back into a softer, sweeter kiss.

Remy looked down at Logan's hardness and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Y' don' have t' slow down for Remy, cher.  I might like t' watch," he purred.  The idea of just sitting there and enjoying the aesthetics of the two masculine bodies coupling was pleasing.  He enjoyed seeing Logan in pleasure, and he could probably join in if he were feeling hot himself.

Looking over at Remy, Logan said, “Don’t wanna leave ya out, darlin’...” and he stroked his cheek with the backs of his fingers.

"I'll come in when I wan'," he assured.  "Don' wan' anybody t' feel... constrained, cher," he clarified.  Just worrying about them leaving someone out was going to put stress on their relationship that they really didn't need.

Nodding, Logan looked over to Creed to see his take on it.  Grimacing, Theron said, "Only if everybody's comfortable...."  He wouldn't mind there being an 'open sex' policy instead of an all or nothing deal they had before.

Smiling, Logan lugged Creed to him and kissed him deep and hard in a definite precursor to sex kind of way.  Butterflies skittered around in Theron's stomach and he grasped Logan possessively, returning the depth in his kiss.  Remy smiled at them... they looked so happy... so... free.  He actually had confidence that this was going to work out after all.

Growling hard, Logan locked his legs around Theron, wanting to be on top, but not wanting to throw him to the side onto Remy... or off the bed, Logan growled, “Theron....”

"Mmmm?" he moaned kissing Logan's neck.

“Wanna ride you right….” and he licked from his shoulder up to his ear.

"Hmmm...." he said with a lopsided grin.  Scooting under Logan, he pulled Logan onto him and kissed him.

Liking that, Logan gave him a hard, teethy kiss, nipping and snarling at him, then went down to bite his nipple, letting his cock rub up against Logan’s thigh.  A small growl was heard from Theron's throat at the bite on his chest.  He liked that a lot.  Rubbing his cock into Logan's thigh and hip, he ran his fingers through Logan’s hair, grasping him possessively.

Snarling slightly, Logan ran his hands over Theron’s chest and abdomen thinking that he was such a fucking God with that body of his, especially when covered in sweat and needy.  He grinned ferally that Theron was his.

The grin on Logan's face just made Theron smile and that look in his eyes as they raked over him made him feel worshipped.  He loved Logan so much and his hands went up to his cheeks.  Reaching behind him to tug on Theron’s cock, Logan snarled against his lips, rubbing his dick against Theron’s stomach, making some weird animal talk to him.

Chattering back a little with nips interspersed, Theron ground up into Logan's hips when Logan played with him and felt Logan's manhood rubbing against his sweaty belly.  Finally aligning Theron’s cock with his hole Logan started to sink back onto him, sweating and wincing from the stretch.

"Logan!" Theron called out.   Remy grabbed the lotion from beside the bed and handed it to Logan should he need it.  He didn't want to see him in pain.  Still somewhat open from the previous fucking, Logan worked himself lower and lower on Theron’s cock, seeing Remy with the lotion and touched his lips, affected by how gorgeous he was.  “‘M okay, darlin’...”

Remy smiled and then squeezed some from the bottle onto his hands before grasping Logan in both and twisting in opposing directions, letting his skin slide around him, he hoped in an interesting fashion.

Jaw dropping at that, Logan sat down on Creed hard, trembling like his legs gave out.  “Christ...” and he scooped Remy into his arms and kissed him ravenously.  Remy wasn't expecting that and he moaned into Logan's lips, still squeezing and slipping his clever hands around Logan.

"Like dat?" he smirked against Logan's mouth.

Only able to nod, Logan started rocking back and forth on Creed's incredible dick, gnashing his teeth together, and braced himself against Theron’s chest.

"Good," Remy said.  Theron slid his hands to grab Logan’s ass, careful not to touch Remy much as he did, and encouraged Logan to move on him.  He bucked up into him creating a rhythm and Remy matched it stroking up and down Logan's shaft as his hands twisted with the slick lotion.

Snarling and growling incoherently, Logan clung to Remy as if he was keeping him from flying off, then he jerked back hard onto Creed's hips, his toes curling into his thighs, riding him hard.  Howling, Theron fucked up into Logan, loving the way he was letting himself go.  He watched as Remy kissed Logan deeply and that was one hot picture.

Managing to growl out, “Yeah.... Fuck me... Fuck me!!” he leaned over to kiss Creed, and let out a soft, shuddering moan, working his hips faster, leaning back up to take Theron deeper in him.  Remy leaned back to watch the show since he seemed to be in the way.  He smiled, getting more aroused by the scene in front of him.  Logan looked so sexy with the sweat pouring off him.   Theron really wanted to flip Logan over and fuck him into the mattress, but he would let Logan fuck him the way he wanted and he bucked up harder at Logan's shouts.

Starting to bounce on him, the mattress creaking, Logan took Theron’s big dick even harder, their flesh slapping almost painfully together.  Logan squeezed Theron inside and clawed at his nipples, kissing them.

Smirking, Remy went around behind Logan and started licking up his back from the edge of the small of his back up to his neck.  He licked back down and nearly to where Theron was fucking, but he didn't want to make Logan uncomfortable.  He tried not to interfere with their rhythm. 

The sounds of slapping skin and Logan's moans were delicious in Theron's ears.  Letting out an especially estranged moan with the contact of Remy's tongue, Logan leaned down to huff in Creed's ear, “Take me... C'mon, baby,” he said, giving Theron permission to flip him over and grind him into the mattress.

Flipping Logan over, Theron wasted no time in fucking into his lover like a wild animal.  He lay over him and held him tight as he moved his body for him, quickening that instinctive pace that lead to release.  Growling in Logan's ear, he bit it and almost drew blood.  "Yer so fuckin' hot, Logan...." he growled.

Snarling and biting down hard into the strong muscle of Theron’s neck and shoulder, Logan keened into Theron’s bites and nibbles.  “Ghgnng...  Then fuck me like I deserve!”  He wanted it so hard the bed would break and he dug his fingers into Theron.  Getting his knees under him and pulling Logan into his lap for more leverage, Theron pounded into Logan so hard he thought he might hurt him or that the bed would break.  It was squeaking like hell.

"Logan... I can't—" he panted at Logan and then roared wordlessly, unable to control his climax as it raged through his body.

That was what Logan needed!  He arched his back, coming with his lover; they had been doing this for centuries, and Logan’s body knew Theron’s so well.  Coming on the both of them, legs squeezing Theron in a vice-like grip, Logan’s arms were around Theron’s neck as he roared.  Clutching Logan hard, Theron filled him with cream and reveled in the climax of his lover that his own had set off.  That was great sex.                      

Also thinking that was great sex, Remy fanned himself off to the side.  The heat was coming off them in waves and his manhood had been thinking about joining the party a while ago, but he didn’t want to interrupt.

Snarling a little while Theron finished coming, Logan started licking the sweat off Theron’s neck and shoulders, his fingers twined in his hair.  Theron was licking Logan's sweat from his neck.  He was just dripping with the stuff and the loved the taste.  Remy watched as the two were cleaning each others’ sweat from their bodies and noted peripherally that his hardness was much more noticeable after that display of lustful abandon.

Flopping exhaustedly on Creed's pillow with Theron draped over him, Logan only just started to catch his breath, panting against Theron’s nipple.  Theron chuckled at the slightly ticklish sensation that produced.  He let his hands glide through Logan's hair and he hugged him close.  Making some strange noise that could be a word, but was too exhausted to even move his lips too much, Logan expressed that—that was damn fine sex.

Smirking at them, Remy got up when he heard the timer in the kitchen going off.  Jogging out to get it, he removed the pie with a hot pad and set it out to cool.  It smelled great and would probably wake the two ferals up when the smell of it wafted to them.  Remy hopped back into the room, bringing the smell of hot apple pie with him.

Having enough energy to smile a little, Logan reached out aimlessly to try to get a hold of his beautiful Cajun when he stepped in.  Taking Logan's hand Remy placed a kiss on it.  "Feel good, cher?" he asked in his ear.

“Mmhmm....” he moaned and wrapped his arm around Remy, giving him a soft, lazy kiss.  Remy kissed him tasting Creed's sweat on him and Remy's cock throbbed a little.  He sucked on Logan's tongue and then let his tongue glide over Logan's sharp teeth.

Logan muttered, “Someone's lusty still...”

"Pardon moi, cher.  Y' put on an awfully grand show," he winked at Logan.

“Liked that, did ya, beautiful...?” and he trailed his fingers over Remy’s chest, still crashed out on Creed.

"Oui... I liked it."  They had been so wild.  They were comfortable with each other and what the other could take physically.  He didn't think he'd ever seen such hard sex.

Grinning, Logan pulled Remy into a kiss.  “Wanna suck yer cock, Remy...”

Remy groaned at the thought of that.  He liked Logan's mouth.  "I'm all yours, cher," he smiled against his lips.

Licking his lips, Logan carefully removed Creed from him and kissed Remy managing to wriggle his way down to Remy’s hips.  Fondling Remy’s beautiful butt Logan licked at his balls.  Remy stood there, not quite sure of what to do.  But he let Logan do what he wanted with him.

Tipping back, Logan willed Remy to come with him, but was going slowly enough he wouldn’t fall.  Remy followed Logan slowly onto the bed.  Rolling him on his back, Logan nibbled his thighs.  Careful to not disturb Creed, who he was still partially covering, Logan gently took Remy’s cock head between his lips.  Moaning loudly, Remy's hips strained up a little at that. 

Grabbing at his butt again, Logan gently rubbed his hole, not knowing if Remy wanted to be penetrated so he just tickled him there, taking most of Remy down his throat.

"Mmmm.... Logan," Remy sighed and loosened up, trying to move onto Logan's thick finger and jerking at the enveloping feel around his cock.  Taking long, slow drags off Remy’s cock, Logan still just toyed with his hole, his legs getting tangled in Creed's.  Remy let his fingers twist in Logan's wild hair and he enjoyed the slow rhythm of Logan’s loving, marveling at its intensity for being so slow.  He must have been more turned on than he realized because he was rock hard now.

Sort of turned on that Remy got off on watching he and Creed fuck, Logan wondered if it was the same when he was sucking on him... and he left Remy’s cock to kiss down his balls and press his tongue into his hole.  Remy's legs spread wide automatically and his back arched.  He wondered how much Logan could taste the come that was probably dripping out of him still.

Definitely able to taste himself in Remy, Logan’s skin prickled pleasantly and he purred into his hole, sending vibrations along his tongue and inside him, stroking Remy’s cock in time with his tongue.

"Oui... Logan...."  Remy wanted more of that tongue—wanted him deeper....  He wanted his fingers or anything he could get of Logan inside him.

“Tell me what ya need, baby...” he said and pressed his tongue back inside him, worming it around, stretching him a little, milking his cock.

Mmm... Logan wanted to make him come then.  A flash image of he and Creed being so rough with each other and enjoying it made Remy curious and he thought how much he wanted Logan to bite him where his tongue was.  "Logan..."  How was he going to phrase that though?  "Need y' teeth t' join y' tongue," he purred. 

Looking up at him, Logan rubbed his finger over Remy’s hole while his mouths gone.  “Ya want me ta bite ya here?”

"Oh... oui," he moaned, muscles twitching against Logan's finger as he did.

Logan lifted his eyebrows, but ducked his head again, grazing his teeth over Remy’s hole, gently nibbling the swell of his bottom.  He kept nibbling down Remy’s perineum and licked his hole then nipped at the taut muscle.

"Ghhh!!!" Remy shouted at the new sensation and bucked at it.  "More, Logan, please!" he shouted.  "Lick me, bite me, fuck me," he whispered in rapid succession.

Grinning, Logan concentrated his mouth and one hand at Remy’s hole, the other constantly stroking his dick.  Pressing his tongue in, Logan used his teeth, fucking Remy with a finger, licking his stretched hole and nipping at it.

"Oh, dieu!" he cried and splattered unexpectedly all over himself and Logan's stroking hand.  Whimpering hard, Remy arced over the top of his climax and faded back down into moans.  He was panting hard by the time he could think again.

Loving that, feeling Remy’s orgasm, Logan thrust his tongue in him until he stopped coming, then kissed Remy’s poor abused hole before bringing Remy against him and kissing his lips.

"Mon dieu, Logan... dat was... incroyable...." he muttered against Logan's lips.

Purring a little, Logan nuzzled Remy’s neck, feeling just sacked.  “Glad ya liked it, hot stuff.”

Smiling, Remy leaned back into the bed, careful not to touch Theron.  Noticing how careful they were around each other, Logan wished they wouldn't worry about the little things like that, but he was sure the kinks would smooth over in time... and he took Creed's arm and pulled it around him snugly.  Remy curled up on the other side of Logan and purred into his chest.

Softly, Logan said, “Can’t fall asleep before pie.”  He said it to himself like it was a motto or something.

Mark peered in through the window and had nearly creamed his pants when Logan and Victor had been so wild with each other he thought they were animals, but when Logan had eaten Remy out, he could imagine more clearly than he realized that it was him there instead, and he hadn't been able to resist jacking off next to the window.

Suddenly shifting, Logan looked at Creed like 'did you hear that?'

Smirking, Remy said, "I nominate de one who came first t' go an' cut de pie," kind of mumbly, not making a big deal of Logan's movement. 

“Shhh...” he cooed, stroking Remy softly... listening.  Looking at Creed, he said, “You hear that?”

"Probably just an animal.  There're a bunch of 'em out there," he said dismissively.  He would know, having been out there for an entire week.

Nodding, Logan tried to settle back down, snuggling in.  “So... who came first now?”  That had sounded bigger than just a little squirrel or something.

"Mmm... tought dat was Therr...." Remy mumbled.

Grinning a little, Logan said, “Yer on pie duty, big man.  An' take a look outside for me, wouldya?”  Just to put him at ease.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Theron said as he rose tiredly from the bed.  He stuck some jeans on before heading out to check the grounds around the boathouse.  Stepping outside, he saw a figure running toward the mansion and smelled it.  It was Mark....  "Awe... kid...."  He shook his head and sighed to himself.  A pang ran through his heart at Anchius and how much like him it seemed Mark was turning out to be.  He would have to have a talk with Mark later, but for now, he wouldn't tell Logan.  He didn't need to be getting mad at the poor kid. 

Heading back inside, he sliced up the pie and brought it in on three plates.  "Smelled like it mighta been a deer," he said as he entered the bedroom.

Taking one from him, Logan asked, “A deer?  Really?”  They usually didn't get this close for all the explosions and noises.  “Too bad, woulda liked ta have seen it...”  Taking another plate from him, he handed it to Remy.  “Oh, damn, this smells good.”

"Yeah.  Ya know, I mighta driven one outta its home last week 'er somethin'," he said by way of explanation.  Things had been pretty quiet around the mansion for the past few days, but Theron tried not to dwell on it and just shrugged it off.

Frowning, Logan thought that would be bad, and he dipped his finger in the pie filling and sucked it off, wondering now how to find the deer and make sure it stayed safe in the woods.

Looking at the pie filling as Logan put it in his mouth, Remy thought how fun it would be to actually lick the pie filling off his cock....  Oh, that sounded nice.  Remy's expression became absolutely wicked.  He started separating his pie filling from the rest of it.

Looking over at Remy, Logan raised an eyebrow.  “What're you doin’?”

Remy's smile flashed teeth and he took the clump of warm pie filling in a hand and spread it over Logan's relaxed manhood.  He set the plate aside absently and leaned down to lick that delicious cock with long teasing licks.

Surprised, Logan looked over at Creed with wide eyes, then down at Remy again.  “Remy...”  He didn’t know if he would be able to get it up again, but if Remy wanted it, he would go for it.  Remy really liked the feel of the cock underneath him, even if it was soft and relaxed.  It was fun all the same and he smiled as he got to lick him.  Theron chuckled at Remy and ate his pie.

Reaching down Logan petted Remy’s hair, buzzed as much by his seeming worship as the sexual act and he opened his legs to lets Remy play, putting his empty pie plate to the side.  Remy kept lapping at him and his balls for a while after the pie filling was licked from his skin. 

Shifting a little a moment later, Logan said, “Careful, darlin’, gettin' a little raw down there...”  Remy felt like he could probably fall asleep there in between Logan's legs like that, maybe resting his head on Logan’s thigh and a nut in his mouth, but at Logan's shifting, Remy rose to give him a kiss and leave him alone.  He snuggled up next to him though and picked at the rest of his pie, eating it slowly.

Curling Remy against him, Logan pressed into Creed, enjoying the moment for what it was.  Remy wondered if he should go and tell Mark that he wasn't going to be coming back for the evening and that he could stay in Remy's room.  He thought about it hard and came up with a yes because he didn't want to worry Mark.  Leaning over to kiss Logan, Remy eased away from him.  "I'm gon' go tell Mark dat I won' be comin' t' de mansion t'night an' he should stay in my room.  I'll be back in a minute, cher," he assured.

Nodding, Logan let him go, and snuggled on Creed in Remy’s absence.  Theron accepted Logan into his arms more securely and hugged him tight.  Remy stuck on his clothes before heading up to the mansion.  The cool night air chilled his skin, but he was still warm inside.  He found Mark and he was looking pretty glum when he walked in.  "Hey... y' okay?"                                   

"Me?  Oh, yeah.  I was just wondering... how things went with you...?"  He actually was wondering how Remy was going to tell him things went.  He thought things went pretty well from where he was sitting.                                                          

"Well enough dat I'm stayin' de night.  Make y'self comfortable here.  You 'member where everythin' is?"  Mark nodded.  "Okay.  I'll see y' tomorrow mornin' sometime an' we'll go out jus' de two of us, okay?" he asked.                                       

"You sure Logan or Victor... er... Theron wouldn’t want to come with us?"                                           

"Dey might, but I'd like t' spend some time wid you...."  An' I tink I need t' give dem a little more time t' spend alone t'geder, he finished to himself.

"Oh, okay.  Well, I'll just see you tomorrow then," Mark said faking a smile and getting up to get ready for bed.  Remy walked relaxed back to the boathouse, comfortable with the way things were hopefully going to turn out.

Burying his face in Creed's armpit, Logan snuggled in, pulling the blanket over them, determined to stay awake until Remy got back.  Stepping into the boathouse, Remy tried to figure out when he was going to be able to talk to Logan alone again; he had something he wanted to ask him.

Seeing Remy, Logan opened up to allow him into the snuggle fest.  “C'mere, Cajun...  How's the kid?”

"He looked a little bored, but I'll jus' have t' do somethin' bout dat tomorrow," he said and snuggled into Logan, chucking his clothes.

Grinning, Logan said, “Yeah....  T'morrow...” and started to drift off.  Remy felt like he was dragged into sleep with Logan and just let himself be carried. 

 

 

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