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Part 33
Mark tried to ease himself out from under Piotr, but he just didn't have a whole lot of strength left, so he ended up flopping back onto the bed. Smiling at Mark a little, he was so cute, Piotr leaned over and softly kissed him before grabbing a blanket and going to start the bath. Mark thought about Piotr while he was away making the bath and he thought about himself and his relation to Remy. Why was Remy so special to everyone? Was it because he had powers that Mark didn't? Could he fight? Mark knew he wasn't very good at combat. After all, he was not even two. That made him wonder when his birthday was. It had to be some time in the fall....
Taking the time the bathtub filled to berate himself for what he said, he thought he was over Remy but who the hell was he trying to kid? He would probably never be over Remy as much as he wanted to be... But that was no excuse for what he did to Mark.
Hearing the water in the bathroom, Mark figured he should probably try to move under his own power and tried to get up from the bed. His strength was returning, but he noticed when he got up that his balance was still a little bit off. He managed to stay upright as he fumbled into the bathroom. "Hey, handsome," Mark smiled brightly at Piotr running the bath.
Smiling genuinely, Piotr responded, “Hello, beautiful,” extending a hand to him. “Ready for a bath?”
Mark nodded and took Piotr's hand. "I... wanted to thank you..." Mark said as he sat on the edge of the tub, preparing to get in. Mark didn't know if he was thanking him for the bath, the sex... or the apology.
“Whatever for?”
Perhaps he was thanking him for the assurance that he was not just a clone of someone else. "For... for everything, I guess..." Mark paused thinking. "You make me feel special when I'm with you... and I think it might just be the way you look at me, but I... I'm grateful for it."
Lowering his eyes a little, Piotr wondered how much of that was looking at Remy... but he did care about Mark... Stroking his thigh, Piotr said, “Come now... Get in.”
Mark smiled and slipped into the warm water and sighed long at the warmth. That felt really good. Leaning up, Mark kissed Piotr's arm, but wanted to kiss his lips instead. He had a few bathroom things in there—for all his fruitiness he only used soap shampoo and conditioner. Retrieving those for Mark, Piotr smiled gently at his kiss.
"Mmmm, I feel spoiled," Mark smiled at Piotr as he sank under the water more fully.
God, don't. “I do what I can.” Soaping up a washcloth Piotr gently started washing him. The way Piotr was paying attention to him, Mark felt happy. He closed his eyes in pleasure. Gently, Piotr reached between Mark’s legs with the cloth, wanting to clean up his cum from him... God forbid Logan or Sabertooth smelled it. Mark moaned at where Piotr was reaching.
Gentle with him, Piotr didn’t intend for this to be a sexual encounter... and he was beginning to feel disgusting, like he raped him. Mark's eyes opened and saw the uncomfortable expression on Piotr's face. "What... what's wrong?" he asked concerned.
He was hoping that Piotr wasn't actually wishing he was Remy... he would just feel worthless and lied to if he was.
Piotr didn’t wish Mark was Remy... Well... he wished he had Remy and he loved him, but Piotr didn’t wish Mark was Remy. Piotr stroked Mark’s cheek gently. “I will take you back to the mansion after your bath...”
Mark frowned, but nodded. How much could he wish for after all? Cradling his face, Piotr saw Mark’s sad look and kissed him thoroughly. “I am glad you came.” Although he knew he would regret hurting him for the rest of his life. Mark smiled up at Piotr after the kiss that felt like he was trying to reassure Mark. Suddenly Mark got the sinking feeling that he would never see Piotr again and he started getting scared.
Gently, Piotr started washing Mark’s hair, just to make him feel good... he knew that being clean sometimes soothed other hurts. Trying to relax, Mark couldn't get himself completely into the moment to enjoy Piotr's touch.
Touching Mark’s shoulders, Piotr encouraged, “Relax... You have become tense.” He gently kneaded them for a while. Mark consciously tried to calm down but he was getting more and more concerned by the moment. He started trembling like there were shivers going up his spine.
Shifting on the lip of the tub to look at him, Piotr asked, “What is wrong, Mark?”
"I'm.... so scared..." he trembled. He didn't know what was going on until he remembered the fire on the boat and how he felt during it. "We have to leave—now," he said and rinsed his hair out quickly.
Not doubting him, Piotr just got up, found his clothing and lead him out of the apartment. Mark slipped into his jeans and grabbed his shoes, then ran for the door where he met Piotr. Taking his hand, Piotr lead him out of the apartment. “What is going on, Mark?”
"I don't know... I just have this feeling...." he said as they stepped away from the building and Mark stopped dead in his tracks.
Remy was leaning up against the side of the building adjacent and leaned up from the wall once they noticed him. Stepping up to Mark, Remy ignored Peter. "You're wet, Mark," he said simply, his voice barely hiding the undertone of anger.
Folding his lips angrily at Remy, Piotr fought back the urge to go metal, tightening his grip on Mark's hand but saying nothing. Mark cringed at Remy's stare and hunched over, like he was expecting a beating. "We should talk," Remy said simply, looking at Peter's arm as if that were his cue to let go.
Not letting go of Mark Piotr thought that if Mark wanted him to go, he would go, but if he wanted him there with him, he would stay. Looking at Mark, Piotr waited for his decision.
"I... am I in trouble?" Mark asked Remy.
"Dat's why we need t' talk. I' ain' y' lover..." Remy didn't want to speculate on whether Peter was his lover or not, "an' we need t' get strait what y' plans are," 'cause I ain' tellin' Sinny shit. Remy was really uncomfortable with the idea that Mark and Piotr made love... but he was wet... just like when Remy... and Peter... in the showers....
Glaring, Piotr growled, “Mark owes you nothing, Remy.”
"But he does owe Essex," he explained, chancing a stern glance at Peter. "An' I talk t' Essex a lot." He looked back to Mark. "So, Mark. Y' gonna come wid me an' tell me what's goin' on?" Mark looked uncertainly at Remy.
"I don't think... I want to go with you right now..." he said tentatively and Remy’s expression was hurt. Blinking a few times, Remy backed a step away from Mark, taken aback by his words.
Scowling at Remy, Piotr was starting to get really angry. “Are you threatening to tell Sinister things you do not even know to be true?”
Turning his attention to Peter Remy felt more like a big brother when defending his actions. "I'm not threatenin’ anybody, Peter. I'm concerned f' Mark. He doesn't know what Essex is capable of. I'm tryin' ta look out f' him."
“You are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.”
"Doesn't—" Throwing up his hands, Remy turned around. "Fine! But y' on y' own when Nathaniel calls for y'!"
"Remy!" Mark shouted. Remy stopped and looked at his clone over his shoulder. "You won't tell him anything, will you?"
"I wouldn' even know what t' say," Remy said as a jab at Mark, as if the things he had done were so unspeakable that they didn't have polite words for it. And that's about how he felt. Remy walked off into the night and Mark clung to Peter.
"I'm so scared, Piotr...."
Baring his teeth a little, Piotr called after Remy, “You have no place to judge his actions in light of your own!! You are the last person to assume the responsibility of moral upbringing...!!”
"If you wanna tell Mark de tings I done, go 'head." It'll only destroy him. "I'm not accusin' him of havin' low morality, Peter! I wanted to get his story strait so dat when Nathaniel calls me lookin' f' his lover, I'll be able t' tell him whatever Mark wants me t' tell 'im. Dat's it! I don' tink he has an obligation t' stay wid Essex, I tink he has an obligation t' tell him if dey broke up—but dat's jus' polite."
Stifling flushes of metal, Piotr dropped Mark's hand to confront Remy. “You are a liar! You only set out to hurt people! Don't try to fool me, Le Beau, I know you too well!”
"Fine—go head. Believe dat. Tell him whatever y' wan'..." he leaned in to Peter so Mark wouldn't hear, "but don' f'get y' leadin' him on now... an' he's just a replacement f' what you could never have—"
Back handing Remy hard with his full strength, Piotr grabbed his shirt and pushed him up against a wall, snarling with fury. “Say that again, Le Beau!! Say that again and I will tear your heart out of your chest!!”
"You do an' not only Logan will be aft' you... but every X-Man. It doesn' matter..." he said, feeling dizzy from the blow, "because you know as well as I do dat y' are leadin' Mark on." Remy didn't have super hearing, but he didn't need it—with Peter's open window.
Wrapping his hand around Remy’s throat, Piotr growled out, “Unlike you, Le Beau, I'm capable of having a mature conversation about sensitive subjects!” Tightening his grip, Piotr hissed to him very softly, “And everything I learned about 'leading on' I learned from you!”
"An'....hrkk!... what's—mature... 'bout— kkk—dis?!" he forced out through a closing windpipe.
Letting go of him, immediately ashamed that he had managed to get incredibly violent with him again... and in front of Mark... Piotr still kept Remy close against the wall, and said into his ear, “You mention anything about this to Sinister, I will divulge to Logan what happened between you and me in the locker room... And I have no doubt he is only looking for that little excuse to drop you like rotten meat so he and Creed can be together....”
"Logan... knows—already," Remy said choking, healing from his slightly crushed throat. It wouldn't matter to Logan because he knew something worse. He had been prepared to hear about Peter and had even taken the knowledge about Sinister well.
Feeling that like an arrow in the chest... Piotr truly did expect Logan to dump him once he discovered that. He just stood there, fuming. “....... And now you are eager to tell Sinister what you know from your skulking in the shadows and assumptions so he will come to destroy me, yes?”
"What are you talkin' about, Peter?! I'd never just up an' tell Sinny about what Mark's doin' jus' becasue it's behind his back. Mark is my family—do you understand me? I stick by my family, and if Mark wants y', dat's up t' him." Skulking in the shadows—heh. What did Peter take him for—a thief?
“You stick up for your family or your own reputation? What if someone had seen the great Remy Le Beau emerge from Piotr Rasputin's apartment...” He looked around the street, noting it wasn’t in the friendliest part of town. “I'm sure you have many friends here who like to talk.”
Remy smirked. "Now who's threatenin' who? Don' matter t' me. People tink what dey want." Remy turned his attention back to Mark. "When y' wanna come home, Peter knows where it is." He would hold off Essex for as long as he could, but he wasn't hopeful. This was Mark's decision and he had to live with the consequences, although he would try to protect him as much as he could. Mark just stared after Remy past Piotr. What was he going to do? Mark felt like he was frozen.
Baring his teeth, Piotr said, “Wait.” Swallowing his pride a little, he gently took Mark's wrist. “Let me speak with Mark.” He pointed at Remy carefully. “Don't. Move.” Piotr took Mark around the corner. Mark looked up at Piotr with big brown eyes and his mouth slightly parted. He waited for Piotr to speak.
Gently stroking Mark’s cheekbones, he said softly, “As much as I hate him, he is right. This is not fair...” and he sighed. “I want you to go back to the mansion...” and he stifled the protest Mark was about to make. “You need to decide what you want. I feel I should warn you that I may not be... good for you right now. As you can see I have many things to... overcome. But if you decide you wish to stay here, it is only right that you tell Sinist—” he sighed. “Essex the choice you have made.”
Mark nodded and looked down thinking about it. "Piotr... I'm not asking for anything... other than the truth. How... do you feel about me? It doesn’t have to be anything big—I know we don't know each other well... I guess I'm just wondering... If I'm... just a replacement for Remy...." Or was that one of the things he had to overcome?
Dropping his hands, Piotr really didn’t want to admit it, but anyone would be a replacement for Remy now... and probably forever... “I... Mark, even though you look like Remy, I care about you for who you are,” and that's no lie. “I do care about you very much and I don't want you hurt... Which is why... it may not be good for us to be together now....”
Grimacing—much like Remy, Mark nodded and leaned in to hug Piotr. "I... think I understand," he said. "I'll go home with Remy... but... I'm... I'm glad we got to be together, Piotr... I really am," he said sincerely. "Maybe... we'll see each other again... in the future...." he hoped as he disengaged from the hug and stepped back from Piotr.
Piotr looked like he wanted to say something. He already missed having Mark in his arms, and he knew that these next few months would be wrought with so much loneliness it was tempting to just drag Mark back up there... Leaning over Piotr kissed Mark’s forehead, leading him carefully in Remy's direction. “I am very glad we got to be together, too...” he said and thought, as long as it didn’t mean he would get killed.
Mark squeezed Piotr's shoulder before stepping over to Remy. Lifting his gaze to Peter's, Remy's expression was doubtful.
"Dat's it?" he asked. He could hardly believe that Piotr let him go without a fight.
Crossing his arms at him, Piotr glared. “I give him to the care of the X-Men,” he said pointedly. “Not to you.” He couldn’t really do anything about it, but just wanted his stance known.
"If y' say so," Remy shrugged and started off, at plenty slow of a pace for Mark to catch up to him. Mark looked back at Piotr, feeling torn still, but he eventually stepped toward Remy and when he started stepping he couldn’t' stop. He ran to Remy's side, but didn't cling to him or touch him—just walked by his side with his head bowed down, looking depressed.
Walking back to the house from the woods, Logan occasionally bit and nipped at Creed when the mood struck him to be playful.
Remy had dropped Mark off in his room and stepped into the boathouse exhausted. He had seen Logan and Creed... Theron—going into the boathouse on his way back and wondered what they had been doing all day. It was well past dusk and was getting a little chilly. He and Mark had gone out to eat to talk about what happened between he and Peter, but Mark had clammed up, so Remy didn't really get anywhere with him. Sighing as he stepped through the door, Remy looked around for Logan and Creed.
Theron ruffled Logan's hair and looked up when Remy entered the boathouse. Looking up at Remy too, Logan immediately could tell something was off. “Darlin'?” He hopped off of Creed. “Y'all right?”
"Oui...." Remy sighed. "It's jus' Mark... he bein' a punk," he explained and with an exhausted huff plopped onto the couch.
“Yeah?” Logan flopped down next to Remy and gently stroked his thigh, leaning in to sniff him, just out of habit and he smelled some funny stuff.
"Yeah," he sighed again. "But I don' wanna tink 'bout him right now. I missed you," Remy smiled at Logan and reached over to hug him.
Pulling Remy into his lap with a happy growl, Logan got a good whiff off… “Pete? Remy, you run inta Pete?”
“Oui," Remy groaned. "Wasn' pretty," he explained.
“What happened?”
"Ghhh.... We ran int' Pete in a shop an' Mark insisted on talkin' to 'im. I of course wasn' welcome, but needed t' keep an eye on Mark, so when dey ran off t'geder, I followed discretely so dey could have deir privacy, an' I could wait fer Mark. So, I'm dere on de street an'—" Remy cringed, "I hear Pete call m' name... pretty loudly..." an' passionately, "an' a bit later Mark comes out all wet. We fought—Peter talked t' Mark an' Mark came home wid me. I tried t' talk t' Mark, but he wasn'... fortcomin' wid information, if y' catch m' drift."
“......” That was a lot of information to process. “.... They had sex?”
Remy winced. "I tink so...."
“........... Shit. Stupid kid...” He sighed. “An' ya couldn't get anything outta Mark?”
Remy looked at Logan like 'are you kidding?' "Dis is a clone o' me we're talkin' 'bout, y' know?"
Theron snorted off to the side.
Grinning sharkily, Logan rumbled, “I know how ta get ya t' talk...” nipping Remy’s neck playfully.
Remy smiled and laughed. "Oh? What makes y' tink de technique will work on Mark, hmmm?"
“Never said it would...” and he kissed Remy softly, then looked up at Creed. “Maybe we sent Theron t' talk to him, we'll get some info...” He said that very carefully because he didn’t like the idea of Creed and Mark alone together, but he needed to trust them.
"He'd be more likely t' talk to 'im, I tell y' dat," Remy observed, although he was wary of the situation because it seemed that Mark inherited Remy's libido along with several of his other traits. He wouldn't trust Mark not to crawl all over poor unsuspecting Theron.
Swallowing, Logan watched how Theron reacted to that.
"Ya want me ta go talk to 'im, I will," he said easily. He was pretty calm about it. After all—why did he need to go to the kid for sex? He had not only Logan but Remy as well at his disposal—and he had just been worn out by Logan so he was pretty confident in his ability to spurn Mark.
Getting up, Logan went over to Theron and wanted to tell him if he fucked him, don't bother coming back, but god, that was harsh and... he trusted and loved Theron... so he just stroked his stomach and said, “I think ya should.”
"Okay," and he got up to kiss Logan deeply. "I'll see what I can't get out of 'im," and he would also take the opportunity to ask him about spying on them, which he wasn't happy about.
"Be careful wid 'im," Remy warned. Theron raised an eyebrow at that comment, but started walking toward the door. What—did the Cajun not trust him?
Sighing, Logan said to Remy, “He's not gonna do anything, right? I mean, Mark had sex with Piotr an' Theron had sex with me... They're too tired, right?”
"Well... I don' know 'bout Mark tryin' notin', but I tink Theron'll know better." I mean, he's got de bot' of us theoretically, so—why?
Sighing, Logan nodded and went back to sit with Remy on the sofa, pulling Remy against him.
“He didn't hurt ya, did he?” he asked about Piotr.
"Who—Peter? Nah," Remy waived off. He wasn't even talking rough any more. He had completely healed so it wasn't a problem.
Theron crept up to Remy's room. He had been there once before and hoped that Mark was in there. He wasn't sure the kid wouldn't go and try to find some other willing dick—possibly teenage, so he was glad when Mark answered Remy's door. He was only wearing a towel though, so Theron gritted his teeth.
"Hey, kid. Mind if I come in?" he asked. Mark looked at Theron and flew into his arms.
"Victor! It's good to see you!"
Theron stepped discretely into Remy's room and closed the door behind him. "Hey, Mark, it hasn't been that long," he said, untangling himself from the arms of the boy.
"It feels like a long time—I have so much I want to tell you about. Remy and I saw some really neat things in New York—I hadn't ever been inside the city."
"I bet ya got lots o' things ya wanna say, kid, but I came ta talk about certain ones," Theron explained.
"Oh...?" Mark asked, eyeing Theron suspiciously, like when he wasn't looking Theron had turned on him. "What about?"
"First I gotta talk to ya about that little peep show you got the other day. Ya need ta quit doin' that. Logan would freak out if he saw ya."
"Why does everybody get sex but me?" Mark pouted.
"From what I hear ya get quite a bit," Theron challenged.
Mark looked shyly up at him. "What'd you hear?" he asked.
"You got Sinny on a ball an' chain just waitin' fer you back down-under and you just bagged yerself a hunk o' Russian metal. That about sum it up?"
"Well... yeah... I just want to experience all there is out there, Victor... Is that so much to ask? I saw you guys making love and it looked... so wonderful...."
"It is so wonderful, but the only reason it's wonderful is because Remy an' I love Logan, you got that? You get inta messes when ya start mixin' up sex without love." Look what it got the three of us, an' we're most o' the way there.
"Why can't people just have sex to have sex? It's fun and people like it... I don't get it...."
"What you want, kid, is to experiment, and I can't tell ya ya shouldn't, because hell I've done it an' so has just about everybody. The problem comes in where ya lead people on. Ya can't do that an' expect people ta not get hurt, okay?"
"And I can't spy on you becaaaaaause....?" he drew out, hoping Theron would finish the rest of the sentence.
"Because there's somethin' called privacy that people want kept. None of us wanna tempt ya by lettin' ya see that, an' frankly, I think that when there's love involved, people don't want anybody else ta see them."
"And you and Logan and Remy have sex at the same time.... and that's not a problem?"
"That’s our problem, kid. We're workin' on it. I know life ain't all perfect, but there are things ya really have ta do, kid, an' spyin' on people an' havin' a bunch a sex ain't it. If yer gonna have sex, ya need ta consider the other people's feelin's, all right?" he said. God, Xavier might actually be proud of him. The only reason he thought that it would be a real bad idea for Mark to spy on them was because of what happened with Anchius.
"So you're saying I have to be celibate?"
"No! I'm sayin' ya gotta tell people if yer goin' out and if yer gonna be exclusive er not before hand so they can object to it. If yer not gonna be exclusive with Sinny, ya need ta tell him before ya go off ta play, otherwise ya'll hurt him bad and probably get hurt in return, if I know Sinny." And believe me, kid, I do.
"O...kay..." Mark said and nodded. He dropped his towel and stepped over to Theron. He just wanted to be felt and worshipped the way Remy was that night. He wanted to be wanted the way everyone wanted Remy.
Theron's eyes glanced over Mark's body and his aroused state. "My advice, kid, is ta think long and hard about what ya want. I better not see you at the boathouse watchin' again," Theron said and turned to leave, feeling rather proud of himself that he had resisted Mark when he had 'fuck me' written in big letters all over him. The kid was a great big hedonist from what he could tell. It was all about him and he could hardly see other people.
Theron slammed the door a little when he left and headed down to the boathouse.
Mark stood there with his towel around his feet, glaring at the door. Even Victor was against him! Curling his hands into fists, Mark plopped onto Remy’s bed and thought about what Theron had said. Was it really wrong for him to want to see everything there was to see? To feel everything there was to feel? Piotr had felt so very different from Nathaniel....
Curled around Remy, Logan was nuzzling into his hair. “Mark's only a kid, we gotta cut him some slack.”
"I agree, Logan, de problem is dat it's like... he's an emotional two year old wid de intellect of a man an' de hormones of a man. A me man," he emphasized. "I mean—I am not an easy man t' satisfy," Remy said. Maybe that's why a heist was so much more of a high than sex with women....
Getting momentarily nervous, Logan said, “But y'are satisfied, right?”
"When I get t' be wid y', oui," Remy smiled. "De week I had t' go widout y'—hunh-unh," he shook his head ardently.
Petting him, Logan said, “Well, ya won't have ta be without me again, darlin’.”
Relieved, Remy nuzzled Logan's neck. "I know," he said feeling very happy about that. "D' you... tink dis ting wid Theron's... gonna work out, Logan?" Remy asked quietly against his neck.
Logan wasn’t feeling so happy, because he knew that if he couldn’t be there to satisfy him... Creed would be... But... Remy would be happy, and that was all that mattered.... “I hope so, baby.”
Remy squeezed Logan tightly. "Logan... d' y' tink... maybe y' should... dictate how fast tings go... between us... ' mean... me an' Creed...?"
Sighing against him, Logan thought this may be the hardest thing he had ever done. “I dunno, darlin’... I... I really dunno what t' do...” Nodding, Remy decided that he wasn't going to push at all. He was going to take it slow with Theron and make sure he had the same idea.
"Y' tired?" Remy asked. He knew he was.
Grinning, Logan said, “Yeah, a little...” and he stroked Remy’s back.
Remy was blinking the sun out of his eyes again and turned over to curl into Logan so his eyes weren't facing the sun. Grumbling, Theron felt the shift of the bed in his semi-conscious state and wrapped his arms around Logan so he could pull him closer. He wrapped his arm around Remy, who was on the other side of Logan as he did and ended up hugging the both of them, mushing Remy's face into Logan's neck.
Grumbling and shifting a little, Logan was hot between the two of them, almost sweating and he snuffled deeper into Creed's armpit and tried to sleep. Remy nuzzled the flesh in front of him and sighed against it. Finally blinking awake, Logan tried to move but was sort of smushed on all sides. “Ghrhgmm?”
"<Morning, love,>" Theron muttered in Logan's ear.
Making a deep, rumbling purr, Logan stroked Theron’s chest. “<Hot as blazes in 'ere…>”
"<Summer time, what do you expect?>" Theron grumbled.
Grunting, Logan started making out with one of Theron’s nipples. “<There's a boy behind me.>”
Remy shifted in bed and leaned up on his elbow to look at Logan. Theron looked at Remy and was surprised to see him. It wasn't often that Theron got caught up in his memories, but it happened occasionally. "<Yeah, there is,>" he commented. "<And it looks like he wants a piece of you,>" Theron chuckled.
“Mmmmm.... <Izze good lookin'?>”
"<Oh, yeah...>" He would have said hell yeah, but that expression wasn’t around then.
Grinning, Logan said, “Well, all right then...” and he rolled over, smiling at Remy. “Mornin' darlin’...” pulling Remy down into a nice, wet kiss.
Remy kissed Logan deeply and smiled at him. "Hey, cher... How y' doin'?"
“Sweaty,” he grinned. “How're you?”
Blowing on Logan’s skin, Remy asked, "Better?"
Nipples getting hard right away, Logan said, “Well, that's somethin’...” and he grinned, petting Remy’s hair. “Don't mind bein’ sweaty, though, if you two're around...”
"I could jus' make it worse...." Remy said and leaned in to Logan's skin, then bucked his morning wood lightly into Logan.
Grabbing Remy’s arms, Logan said, “Careful, kid, that thing's loaded...” and he pulled Remy into a long, deep kiss, then backed away, deep in thought. “Hey... You wanna meet the Original Dick?”
Remy's lips formed an o like he was going to ask something but hadn't gotten the words out yet. "W-what?" he asked, baffled.
Grinning, Logan said, “The Original Dick. The first, most impressive cock to go down in history. The phallus to which all other phalluses aspire...” and he kissed Remy’s jaw and took his wrist, slowly leading him down to Creed’s considerably impressive morning hard-on.
Remy's heart was going a mile a minute as Logan directed his hand. Wasn't that a bit fast??!!! He was sweating just as much as Logan was and he came from New Orleans—he was used to heat. Remy's hand connected with Theron's hardness and his hand quivered in Logan's grasp. Remy stuttered wordlessly and Theron smiled warmly at Logan, then at Remy. Very tentatively, Remy caressed him and realized how huge he was. He hadn't remembered him being that big. Breath shallow, Remy felt like was going to have a heart attack, so he kissed Logan to stave off the effects.
Leaning up and kissing Remy's jaw and cheek and neck and ear, Logan was trying to not think about where his hand was or why Creed was making those happy noises. Remy's tongue came out and started playing with Logan's mouth, his hand getting a little bit more adventurous, still with very light touch on Theron. His skin was soft! It was very different than he remembered, but then again at the time, he had been petrified.
Kissing Remy hard, in a possessive manner, Logan could smell the lust wafting off the two of them and tried to stay calm. Well, as calm as a person could be while kissing Remy Le Beau.
"Logan..." Remy moaned and let his other hand sneak around Logan’s shoulder and to his nipples to play with one. Remy wanted to ask Logan to play with Theron with him, but he didn't know if that would be better or worse... Leaving Theron for a moment, Remy sought out Logan's hand and brought it back to play with the cock, his hand caressing Logan's while guiding him over Theron.
Swallowing, Logan really thought Creeds cock was a freaking wonder, and he looked up at him to see what he made of all this. Theron was watching their hands move over him and he looked up to Logan when he saw his gaze change out of the corner of his eye. He stared at Logan with a soft smile, then his eyes closed as Remy’s hand traveled down to his balls to caress them.
Stretching to kiss Creed, Logan took his hand away from his cock to cradle his face. Theron's kiss was passionate and his breath hitched a little when Remy slid his fingers to his perineum.
Muttering to Theron, Logan said, “Tell me you love me...” and snuffled into his blonde hair.
"<Gods, I love you, Locrus,>" he said, and repeated in English, "I love you," returning to the kiss.
Kissing him, Logan felt a little better about this, and was trying to get used to the idea of sharing Creed's cock and Remy's ass. He was just so possessive over them both.
Letting his hand drift, Remy went to Logan's manhood and started stroking him lightly.
Leaning over, Remy started kissing up Logan's jaw and let his lips finally meet the other two combining in a triangular kiss.
Logan was only half hard, but bucked a little into Remy’s grip, clenching onto Creed's shoulders before turning and pouncing on Remy, pinning him to the bed. “Would you let us have you?” he asked, panting hard. “Maybe not now, but one day?” He bit Remy’s shoulder and had a vision of Creed and he fucking Remy’s ass at the same time while he trembled in pleasure between them.
"H... how?" he asked, trembling a little at the idea. Would Logan be in his ass and have him sucking off Creed? The shiver was one of pleasure and Remy smiled.
“Both of us... between your legs... inside you....” and he ground his hard-on against Remy’s thigh. Unable to swallow, Remy's throat worked like he was trying to digest that. His breath became shallow again and he was both excited by that and fearful of it. How would the both of them ever fit???
Sure—if y' don' tear me open! "I... I mean... if y'..."
Grinding against Remy, Logan grabbed Remy’s head and kissed him fiercely. “God... Love you so much baby, but I want you so sore...” and he opened Remy’s legs and settled between them, still working his cock against him.
"Mmm—Logan, just come in me," he offered, opening his unclothed legs wide.
Theron's eyes widened and he lifted his head up to look over to watch what Logan was doing to his lovely Cajun. Panting against the curve of Remy’s neck, Logan then looked up at Creed and lifted Remy's legs around his waist. Giving Remy soft kisses while he breached him, Logan pushed up fiercely.
Gods, that looked really hot, especially because Logan was looking right at him when he did it. Leaning in, he kissed Logan, letting his tongue probe along his mouth.
Growling happily, Logan pushed in Remy to the hilt, thinking momentarily of how much more satisfied Remy would be if it was Creed's cock instead of his....
Squirming, Remy moaned under Logan, trying to hide the intense momentary discomfort. He hadn't been prepared, but he didn't really care. He knew that the pain would be over in a second and he was so turned on by Logan to begin with, not to mention Remy thinking he was going to need the practice from what Logan was talking about a moment ago.
Nuzzling along Remy’s neck, Logan licked him and started to rock, then reached over to grab Creed's hand. Squeezing Logan's hand, Creed leaned up so he could be closer to Logan. He wanted to rim him while he fucked Remy.
Gazing down at Remy, Logan thought he was so unbearably beautiful when he got fucked like that, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, slapping his hips against his soft tush.
Moving behind Logan, Theron caressed his hand while he licked down Logan's back as his ass rocked into Remy's. Getting down to his cheeks, Theron slid his tongue right into Logan and pressed as much of his pointed tongue into his hole.
Throwing his head back, Logan shouted, “Oh, God!” Panting, he kept thrusting. “He's... got his tongue in me...” he gasped and leaned down to kiss Remy, tonguing him like Creed was tonguing Logan’s ass.
The thought of that was really sexy and Remy imagined what it would be look like... and what it would feel like to do that to Logan... but that was one domain Logan was firmly barring him from. It made Remy sad that he was, but he tried to concentrate on the wild feelings running through him at the thought of Creed making Logan feel so good.
Holding Remy close, Logan trembled and swelled inside him with the pleasure, kissing him, sucking on his lips and keeping his cock pumping deeply inside him, searching for his button.
"Ggghhh!!!" Remy shouted into Logan's mouth when he found it. His hips bucked up uncontrollably into Logan's hips and it was all Theron could do to hold on to Logan.
Snarling hard, Logan felt so good when Remy lost his mind, and he pinned his wrists down above his head, driving against his button, wanting him to be driven out of his skull... Reaching back, Logan stroked Creed's hair, and pulled on the long locks. “That's it, baby... Deeper....”
Awe! When Logan talked like that it drove both Remy and Theron crazy and Theron drove deeper inside his partner. He wanted to be inside him, but knew that this was also a really great feeling for him. He pulled at Logan's cheeks, separating them so he could get slightly deeper, tasting his sweat and the cum that was still in him from yesterday.
Snarling, Logan fucked hard into Remy, kissing him all over, and started to stroke his cock, a grin flickering over Logan’s mouth when his face was not slack in pleasure. “I'm the luckiest bastard alive...”
"Yes..." Remy ground out, "Yes, y' are...." which was punctuated by a growl. Theron heard the growl and stopped lapping at Logan's ass to let his cock slide up the sickened entrance to Logan’s tight, warm body, fucking in opposition to Logan. With a grin, Theron leaned around Logan and stuck his head in front of him, then sucked Remy's cock head into his mouth, but that was all he could really reach.
Not knowing whether to be turned on or infuriated that Theron had Remy's delicious cock in his mouth, Logan fucked harder into Remy as an act of ownership and bore down on Creed's cock the same way. Theron held himself still, letting Logan buck in between him and Remy so he would be disturbed as little as possible and could keep that deliciously leaking head in his mouth. Remy started screaming as soon as Theron started to suck. It was mostly shocking that Theron could pull it off—even if it was a bit awkward. Remy felt Theron's tongue running around his crown.
Actually quite jealous, Logan leaned down and closed his mouth around Remy's, tangling his fingers in Creed's hair, thrashing between them. “C'mon, baby.... Y' know y' can't stand it...” and he mashed against Remy’s nub.
Remy was practically crying in pleasure and he felt Theron's tongue slide against the underside of his cock and he was just done for. Logan’s huge cock rammed against his prostate again and he arched up off the bed and started spurting into Theron's mouth and crying into Logan's.
The taste of Remy's come in Theron’s mouth sent him wild and once he got it all from Remy, he held it in his mouth and started fucking Logan like crazy—pounding into him hard. Turning Logan’s head to him, Theron kissed him and deposited a good mouthful of Remy's come in Logan's mouth, sharing the heady taste with him.
Almost falling over when he did that, Logan devoured Theron’s mouth and came in Remy hard at the taste of him, growling in frustration, jealousy and absolute pleasure.
Theron came at Logan's reaction to that, his growls, his passionate kiss with teasing tongues and the clenching around Theron's cock. Watching from the bed, Remy smiled at Logan and Theron sharing his come as Logan pounded into his ass. His cock was having second thoughts by the time Logan finished in him.
Sagging after he emptied his balls in Remy, Logan tried to catch his breath and compose himself so he could process what he thought of the intimacy between his two lovers. Theron kissed Logan again and kissed down his jaw to give him some room to breathe. Remy squeezed Logan inside him and smiled at him.
Carefully pulling himself from Remy and freeing himself from Creed, Logan flopped over on the bed. “G'mornin.”
Remy wasn't sure he was going to be able to stand for a while, but he could roll over and give Logan a good morning kiss, tasting himself on Logan's lips. That was nice. In fact—that had been really nice. He was actually a little afraid at how good it was and snuggled up to Logan to hide his misgivings. Crawling over to the two of them, Theron hugged them both before settling down beside Logan.
Sighing, trying to stifle his insecurities and just enjoy the moment of holding my lovers in the after glow, Logan said, “Yer both sexy fuckers.”
Smirking, Remy kissed Logan, but Theron was struck with the same idea and they ended up meeting on Logan's face at the same time on opposite sides of his mouth. Grinning slightly, Logan wondered if they wanted to just kiss each other, but shied away from those thoughts and wrapped an arm around the both of them, then kissed them individually.
Making his kiss deep, Remy let his tongue play with Logan's and Theron watched and waited for his turn. Grinning at Remy, Logan was shocked that something as beautiful as Remy loved something as old and craggy as Logan... then turned to Creed and gave him a kiss that felt like home.
Remy watched their kiss and was amazed at how different if seemed from the kiss he shared with Logan. Which was better? If you asked Logan, he probably wouldn’t be able to decide, so he wasn't going to even try. He smiled gently at the kiss they shared until they parted, then settled down beside Logan. Stroking Remy's cheek and snuggling into Creed's arm Logan wanted to go at it again, but just settled between the two of them, content that they were close.
Knowing that some time that day he would have to go find Mark and talk to him, Remy was procrastinating. He was tempted to ask Theron how their conversation went last night, but he didn't want to bring up any... possible problems. Nuzzling Logan, Remy kept his face turned away from the sun offending his sensitive eyes. Friggin' useless drapes.
Squeezing Remy to him, Logan looked at Creed. “D'you talk t' the kid last night?” He wasn’t a mind reader, just on the same wavelength as Remy.
"Oh, yeah. The kid really is lookin' fer somethin'... I just can't tell what the fuck it is, man. I mean, he's got a lover back at home—why does he feel like he's gotta be with everybody on the planet?" he asked exaggerating.
Studying Theron’s features for a moment, Logan said, “He tried fer you.”
"Mmmhm. So I just left," he said, pride touching his voice, but he tried to subdue it. He wanted to just be cool with it, but he couldn't help but feel proud about his self control.
Logan was actually pretty proud of him, as well... Mark was no Remy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still something entirely too fuckable. Stroking Theron’s cheek, Logan leaned in and gave him a sound kiss. Enjoying the kiss, Theron wrapped a hand around Logan. Remy smiled, thinking that he did deserve a kiss from Remy as well. So far they had been doing things with Logan, but Remy felt that this was special enough, so he got up and rounded the bed to Theron’s side where, when Logan finished his kiss, Remy leaned in and gave Theron a deep breathtaking kiss complete with tongue.
Heart sort of stopping in his chest when that happened, Logan flushed with the animal instinct to tear them apart and fuck them individually to prove his ownership, but managed to stuff it and just lowered his eyes to the bed.
Breaking the kiss, Remy had felt the rising anger in Logan, so he didn't make it too long. Pulling away, Remy looked at Theron. "Thanks... f' not hurtin' him," he smiled and headed off to shower. He needed to get his head together to go over and talk to Mark. He would need to convince the young man that fooling around on his partner wasn't worth it.
Theron stared after Remy, his mind feeling numb from that kiss. His heart had pounded in his chest at the kiss that was just for him from the man he had longed for for weeks now.
Sitting up a little, still not looking at him, Logan took Theron’s hand. “Yer a good man, y'know...”
Woah. That was the first time Logan said anything of the kind to him. Theron lay there shocked, looking at Logan's face, not able to meet his eyes. "I..." Why don't I feel it right now, hunh? Why is it I feel like a shit? He didn’t know if it was from the kiss he shared with Remy that Logan was obviously uncomfortable with or if it was because he still felt like h might lose control. "Thanks, Logan," he said gently and leaned into hug him. "That... means a lot ta me that ya think so." So maybe he wasn't improving as quickly as he wanted, but he was getting somewhere.
Holding him closely, Logan stroked his back and kissed his shoulder. “Yeah…” Giving him a soft kiss, Logan thought he deserved to be loved by Remy as much as it pained him. Relaxing back into the bed, Theron was surprised when Remy came out of the bathroom, toweling off and got all dressed. "Whatcha doin', Remy?" he asked.
"I'm gon' have t' go an' see if I can't convince Mark dat bein' faitful ain' a bad ting.”
Theron chuckled. "Don't get seduced while yer over there," Theron teased.
Looking at him, Logan wondered why he was chuckling, wondering if he was making a jab at Remy's less than monogamous past, then he looked to Remy. “Good luck, darlin’...” and he reached out and took Remy’s wrist, pulling him into his lap and kissing him deeply, reluctant to let him go.
Smiling when the kiss was broken, Remy brushed Logan’s cheek. "Tanks," and he poked Theron in the ribs for his joke. Grinning, Logan kept his arms locked around Remy, wanting to keep him there all day, and he gently kissed his neck.
"Awe.... cher, I be back. I won' even take dat long, promise," Remy winked at Logan.
Nodding, Logan nuzzled him. “All right.” Logan released him slowly, like if he moved too fast, he would grab him again. Easing away from Logan, Remy stepped out of the room to go up to the mansion to find Mark.
Logan just watched Theron quietly for a little while after Remy left. Theron was unwilling to move even at the prospect of having breakfast. Leaning over Logan started to snuffle on his broad chest, over his nipples and into his armpit, crawling all over him.
Chucking lightly, Theron smirked at Logan. How long had he dreamed of Logan just playing with him in bed all day since they had been kidnapped fifty years ago? He had just wanted Logan to love him... and now he did and he could see it everywhere.
Feeling playful, Theron pounced on Logan and started play biting him, tickling him with his mouth. Snorting, Logan wriggled under him a little, trying to bite what he could of him, but he had him pinned pretty well. Twisting his nipple when it got close enough to his hand, Logan shouted triumphantly, “HA!”
Growling in response, Theron couldn’t' use his claws and so he pinned Logan and leaned away from him to nuzzle his sides roughly with his face, tickling his ribs with his nose and teeth.
Snorting, Logan tried to kick him off without being too violent, and managed to lock his legs around his ribcage and squeeze. Theron chuckled at Logan's attempts to shake him off and started nuzzling Logan deeper to tickle more effectively. Squeezing harder Logan could feel Theron’s ribs bend and his lungs give. He was having a hard time laughing and trying to squeeze, but got it done, then tried to flip him.
Theron just plopped onto Logan and started nuzzling in his armpit, tickling him there. His weight on Logan meant that he would have a harder time squeezing as the weight was now on his thighs. Growling, Logan realized Theron had him there, and bucked up hard, using his shoulders and the small of his back, managing to flip him under him, exhausted from the laughing, trying to breathe.
Laughing at Logan Theron let him do what he wanted with him. He had worked hard enough for his prize... whatever that would be. Taking some deep breaths, Logan grinned like a happy dog and leaned over to bite Theron’s nipple, then just relaxed on top of him in an obvious plea to be held.
Wrapping his arms around him, Theron squeezed Logan to him. He missed that feeling. As much as Theron appreciated the kiss he got from Remy earlier, he had to admit to himself that he missed being alone with Logan.
Nuzzling against him, Logan gently pressed his hips into him, shifting his slowly filling cock back and forth on Theron’s stomach, purring softly. Theron let his hands caress Logan gently and he wished again that he didn't have these infernal claws getting in the way all the time. Sensing his hesitation, Logan kissed him, ghosting his lips over Theron’s. “You can use ‘em... I'll be fine....”
Theron was so shocked by that statement that he clutched Logan to him hard and he felt the claws dig into Logan’s skin, but once the shock faded an instant later, he took his hands from him completely. "Logan... I don't wanna hurt you," he said as kind of an explanation and an apology for doing so just then.
Feeling his skin prickle up all over when he dug in, Logan’s breath caught a little, and he savored the feeling of the skin mending back together. “I know...” and he rubbed his mouth into Theron’s. “But it's okay...” and he ran his hands up and down Theron’s chest, smelling the blood he just spilled.
"You're sure?" he asked, really wondering about this. It had never been an issue in the thousands of years they had been together because Theron never kept his nails very long. Logan’s mouth felt really good against him.
Nodding, Logan worked his mouth against Theron a little harder. “I've taken far worse...” from those very nails, actually, Logan observed and started nibbling on his ear. He couldn’t feel Theron’s cock poking his butt, and wondered if he was turning him on.
Theron didn't give a verbal answer, but slid his hands down Logan’s shoulders and back more firmly, letting his claws scratch along as they went. His skin became lined with tiny streams of blood where the skin broke and the smell started to turn Theron on. Looking over Logan's shoulder at the skin he was caressing and seeing the marks, Theron growled in his throat as he leaned in to lick the blood from his skin as he raked down to his ass.
Feeling the adrenaline start to pump in him hard the more cuts Theron made, Logan hunched his shoulders and kissed him to taste the blood off his lips.
Remy stepped through the room, his clothes having been changed into something sexier than he left in. He had on jeans that were slung so low that when Theron noticed him, he thought he saw pubic hair. His shirt was a button up that was hanging open seductively. Theron smelled him before he saw him and when he saw him, he stilled in his kissing of Logan.
Logan couldn’t really smell much beyond Theron, but noticed him stop and looked over his shoulder, then grinned. “Hey, darlin’...” and he went back to nuzzling all over his lover, licking his nipple and getting drunk off the smell of him. Theron bucked up into Logan involuntarily as he sucked at his nipples. That was nice.
Remy moved over to Logan and started licking the same nipple he was, twisting his tongue with Logan's. Grabbing Remy's head Logan kissed him fast and hard, then went back to Theron, the taste of his own blood still thick in his mouth, and he folded his hand around Theron’s large, throbbing dick and started to pull.
Noting the taste of blood, Remy crawled behind Logan and started licking up the rivulets of blood and moaning deeply at the taste and the texture of Logan's skin. Theron squirmed under Logan's hands and wanted him to suck him, but he was wondering what Remy was doing behind Logan.
Huffing heavily against Theron's jaw, Logan arched back into Remy's tongue, growling in Creed's ear. “Wanna suck your cock...” That made Theron clutch Logan deeply and sent streams of blood down his chest that he had been fondling. That sounded so sexy coming from Logan. Remy worked lower on Logan's back, tracking the blood that went down to his ass cheeks.
"Please, Logan..." Theron whispered.
Grinning a little, Logan almost bucked Remy off of him in the attempt to kiss and bite his way down Theron’s chest, running his tongue over the underside of Theron’s cock, pressing it against his stomach. Theron moaned and undulated his hips, wanting more contact with Logan's tongue and mouth. Remy had licked up the last of the blood that was on Logan and his tongue started a path toward his crack. Theron's hands twined in Logan’s hair, gently encouraging.
Taking the tip of Theron’s cock in his mouth, Logan sucked on it, taking it an inch, then backing up to the tip, then two inches, then back to the tip, teasing him.
"Ugh! Logan," Theron was rubbing his head more firmly, hoping that he would take more of him in. He sighed, trying to calm himself so he could handle this without just taking Logan's head by force. Although, he knew Logan liked teasing him, the sadistic brat. Remy let his tongue dip into Logan's crevice and he moaned in pleasure at the heady scent and the sweaty taste.
Lifting his hips, Logan wanted Remy down on his balls, sucking him and he took Theron further down his throat, stroking his hips and purring. He would really love to sink into Remy's heat while taking Theron down his throat.
Remy let his tongue sink deeper and he found Logan's tight pucker and caressed it with his tongue. His breath was coming to him in spurts and he sounded happy. Letting his tongue slide down his perineum at the lifting of Logan's hips, Remy slid his tongue over Logan’s' balls as he passed them on the way to Logan's manhood. He lapped at the balls some before licking up the cock.
Loving that sensation, Logan purred throatily around Theron's cock, his hips in the air and he managed to take down as much of Theron's cock as he could, working his throat and tongue around it. Remy licked up Logan again and this time slid his mouth over Logan's head and sucked hard.
Jerking, Logan reached down and sunk his hand in Remy’s auburn hair, trying to push deeper into his mouth while he worked on Creed, gripping onto his hip for dear life.
Theron tugged at Logan's hair and thrust his hips into Logan's mouth. "Logan... fuck me... please...." he hissed. Remy sucked more of Logan into his mouth enthusiastically.
Assuming Theron mean orally, he started bobbing his head on him, savoring how large he was, how wide he had to stretch his mouth, how smooth the skin on his dick was, and rocking his hips into Remy's mouth, thrusting steadily. Growling loudly, Theron pulled at Logan's head to get him off before Theron blew into his mouth. He didn't want to come yet!
Pulling off of him, Logan panted, mewling a little at the sight of his throbbing, wet dick, but he looked up at him to see what he wanted, hips still pumping away into Remy's beautiful lips. Theron grabbed Logan's head and pulled him into a deep kiss and he whispered in his ear, "Please Logan... I want to fuck that gorgeous ass of yours."
Snarling and lunging for his lips, Logan kissed Theron hard and deep while shifting to get his butt aligned with his hips, grabbing Remy's arm and pulling him up on the bed. Remy followed with a smile and let himself be guided by Logan.
Leaning back, shifting and wiggling, Logan eventually felt the crown of Theron’s cock pop inside him and he bared his teeth and snarled fiercely, running his hands over Theron’s chest.
Kissing Logan when he was pulled up on the bed, Remy shed his pants, but left his shirt on as he straddled Theron facing away from Logan. Grasping Logan's cock, he stroked it in preparation to slide it inside his slicked up hole. Easing back onto Logan Remy moaned deeply again and bucked a little as he descended on the meaty shaft behind him.
Sinking down on Creed as Remy sank down on him, Logan thought that's just incredible, and hugged Remy's hips against him, huffing and growling in ecstasy, trembling... Taking hold of Creed's hand Logan started to rock, his other arm clamped around Remy's waist.
Remy started panting and jerking over Logan and leaned down to Theron to kiss him while he was playing with Logan's nipples, a little roughly with his claws. Theron was bucking up into Logan and he felt so good! When Remy leaned down to kiss him, Theron was a little surprised, especially when that tongue came out forcefully and started exploring his mouth. He could feel Remy's balls as they slid along his stomach when his hips rocked over Logan's cock. Damn, that boy was erotic.
Swallowing hard, Logan watched them kiss, feeling something was a little off… not that his cock didn’t swell at the sight of his two lovers as he pushed his cock hard and deep into Remy as a sort of punishment for his liberties, but he made no attempt to stop their kiss. Instead, he thrashed against the both of them harder.
Remy's whimper was a little less... puppy-like than it usually was as he accepted the thrashing behind him from Logan. Nipping at Theron's lips, Remy left the lips and stuck his face in Theron's neck, the smell of Remy's shirt strong in Theron's face. The nipping went to Theron's neck and he started sucking on him hard. Growling, Theron started humping into Logan harder, loving the way Remy's teeth slightly penetrated the skin, then it healed over so he could do it again.
Starting to feel an itch, an uncomfortable feeling about this situation… Logan took Theron’s hand, more specifically one of his claws and dragged it over Remy's butt... watching as the blood swelled and spilled... and didn’t heal...
In the blink of an eye, Logan wrenched him off his cock, pinning him on his back and had three sharp, adamantium claws staring him in the eyes. “Where's Remy!?!?”
Mark hardly knew what had happened when he was staring at Wolverine's face—now he knew why they called him that—with three sharp objects inches away from his face. Mark's eyes were wide and his eyes snapped from the silvery claws in his face and Logan’s demanding eyes. ".... He's... on his way... to New York..." he stuttered out. He hated being caught like this. He had planned for them all to come fiercely and then for Mark to slip off in the after glow and shower and wait until Remy came home, but he had been caught. He was actually surprised that he got as far as fucking them, but this was kind of a high price to be paying for that.
Fist balled in his shirt, Logan lifted it to his nose... that's definitely Remy... Grabbing his head, he sunk his nose into his hair... that smelled like Remy, too... and he snarled. “You went through a lotta trouble ta get in a lotta trouble, Mark....”
"I...." Mark didn't know what he could say.
Theron looked at Mark shocked. "Kid?" he asked looking at Mark as if he'd betrayed them.
Mark really just wanted to know what Remy felt... the utter adoration of two men simultaneously. He wanted to be Remy, but he couldn't be. Not with anyone. He frowned thinking that the only person who treated him like himself and wasn't fucking him because he looked like his original was Nathaniel. "I just wanted to know what it was like... to be Remy," Mark said shyly and softly.
Retracting his claws, Logan shouted, “Yer not, Remy, kid! Ya got his genes, an' that's all, yer life is yer own!” Getting up, Logan hauled him to the bathroom. “Now, get in there an' get clean! I smell a trace a Remy on you when ya come out, I'm cuttin' it off ya!” Shoving him in Logan slammed the door shut. He was really fucking pissed off.
"Gods, Logan... How could he trick us like that?" He had just smelled Remy when the boy walked in and when they were all piled together... he even tasted like Remy and he got to compare recently too. He watched the bathroom door and then looked apologetically at Logan.
Sitting down on the bed, Logan realized there were a lot of factors that kept him from noticing it wasn't Remy, but he didn’t want to get into it. “We can't tell him...”
"But what if Mark does?" Theron pointed out. "Remy won't like it if he finds out from him."
Dropping his head, Logan said, “Mark won't tell. He couldn't, could he? I mean... Remy'd kill him...” and he flopped back and rolled against Theron.
"I wouldn't chance it, Logan. If the kid is feelin' vindictive enough, he could say anythin'. Hell, it might even just slip out. Remy'll understand," he hoped.
Snarling, Logan growled, “How's Remy gonna understand that the two men with the highest likelihood a’ uncovering an imposter didn't even know he wasn't their own lover?”
Theron cringed and ran his clawed fingers through his long hair. That would be really hard to explain. "Well... we did figure it out..." er, you did. Theron looked at Logan and tried to figure out how he was going to convey that it was better if the truth were conveyed. Part of him wished they kept Mark smelling like Remy so they could have Remy smell Mark when he got in to see how good of a job he did in his disguise.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “We can't tell him... We just can't... We'll ship Mark back to Antarctica and...” Logan sighed, not knowing what to do.
Really uncomfortable with the idea of hiding something like this from Remy, Theron nodded and said, "Whatever you think is best, Logan. I'll go along with it," he assured and leaned in to hug Logan comfortingly. "I'm sorry," he said and rubbed Logan's back.
Putting his hand over his face, Logan sighed. “That kid... needs help.”
"It can't be easy for 'im... havin' everybody like Remy... he probably doesn't understand why they don't like him the same because... he wants ta be Remy so bad. We should take 'im back ta Antarctica... but we shouldn't tell Sinister either. We might get back here alive if we keep it quiet." He wasn't eager to feel Sinister's wrath any more than he wanted to feel Remy’s.
Logan just wanted to curl up in Theron’s arms and hide until this all blew over, but also wanted to go out and kill everything that was making him upset. Maybe kill first, hide later. “Yeah... Did he... say anythin' more ta you last night when you talked to him?”
"Like what? Somethin' ta help us figure this out? Don't think so."
Rubbing his eyes, Logan listened to the shower. “Shit... You're right. We have ta tell Remy...” He sort of shattered inside. He didn’t want to hurt him, but he didn’t know what the right thing to do would be.
"Yeah... I think we oughtta.”
Crossing his arms, Logan said, “We're gonna make Mark tell Remy. We're keepin’ Mark here ‘til Remy gets home an' then Mark's gonna tell him what he did...”
"Sounds like the best plan ta me, Logan," he said, still rubbing Logan’s back. Theron also felt he needed the comfort.
Looping his arm around Theron’s neck Logan kissed him deeply, anxious about Remy's reaction. Kissing back, Theron was also really nervous, made more so by the smell of Logan's fear. "Yer scared?" he asked a little surprised.
“Fuck, yeah... Was a damn huge mistake... we fucked up....” He swallowed, pressing his face in Theron’s neck.
"Logan... we were fooled. It wasn't yer fault. He looked like Remy, he smelled like Remy, how would we know, Logan?"
Theron was trying to make Logan feel better about their culpability.
Swallowing, Logan said, “Wasn't even smellin' 'im for a while... Couldn't get over the smell a you... an' the blood....”
"That was pretty strong," he nodded. "We just gotta explain things to 'im. I bet he'll be madder at Mark than he will be at us," Theron guessed.
Wincing, Logan said, “I hope so...” Looking at the bathroom door, Logan asked, “What're we gonna do with him until Remy gets back?”
"Tar an' feather? Draw an' quarter?"
Actually smiling at that one, Logan smacked his arm. “Hang 'im by his toenails, maybe?”
"That's goin' a little easy on 'im, doncha think?"
“Nah. We're gonna hand 'im over ta Remy after that, remember? Ain't nothin' easy about that....” Reluctantly, he pulled out of Theron’s arms and put on a pair of jeans, uncomfortable being naked in front of Mark.
Theron went and got into his clothes as well and waited for Mark. This was going to be tough. What were they going to do with him in the mean time? Did Remy already know from his link with Logan that something was wrong? What did Mark mean by Remy was on his way to New York? Why would he be going there?
Getting impatient, Logan opened the bathroom door. “Mark, what the fuck is taking you so long?” and Logan wondered if he was wanking or something.
In fact, he was, and Mark was clearly visible through the steamy shower door, with one hand fisting his cock and the other pounding inside of him with his fingers. By the look of absorption on his face through the steam, Mark was about to come. He ignored Logan in favor of the dream-Logan who was fucking him from behind and the Theron who was sucking him, kneeling in front of him.
Putting a hand over his face, Logan backed out of the bathroom and shut the door. “He's fucking himself.” And it was hot.
Theron growled low in his throat and looked away from Logan hoping he didn't mistake the growl as being directed at him. Damn kid. He didn't think that he deserved to get to fuck himself after that? Theron was just itching to slam in there and yank Mark out of the shower before he got a chance to come and tie him up so he couldn't pleasure himself after being that deceiving.
Actually pretty peeved about it, too, and Logan smashed his fist against the door several times. “Stop fuckin' yerself an' get out here, kid, yer pushin' it!!”
Mark paused in the shower at Logan's loud banging and sighed. What was Logan doing peeking in on him anyway? Leaving his cock hard and straining, Mark stepped out of the shower and toweled off, stepping naked out into the room. He found both Logan and Theron dressed and he looked down at Logan's jeans to see what the state of his cock was through his jeans. Mark was absolutely standing at attention, his cock a bright pink color, just raging with need. His bodily posture was relaxed, if not defiant though.
Logan was hard, of course he was hard, and he threw Mark one of Creed's T-shirts that should cover him. “Wear this.”
"An' take those damn contacts out. Where the hell did you get them, anyway?" Theron asked, practically sneering at Mark.
Sighing, Logan wondered if they were going to have to physically restrain him. “What's Remy doin' in New York?”
Mark didn't answer Theron's question about the contacts, but he put on the t-shirt offered by Logan and it hung down, covering him half way to his knees, but his cock still tented the fabric as it hung over his hardness. "Remy's apologizing to Piotr," he said, not offering anything more than what he was asked. He got the feeling they didn't even want to hear his voice. Reaching up, Mark gently took out the costume contacts he had gotten very late last night.
Sighing, he said, “Shit...” He knew he had Remy's cell phone number around there somewhere, but he didn’t know where it was or even if Remy had his cell phone on him.
"You gonna try ta call 'im back here?" Theron asked Logan.
Sighing, Logan said, “I dunno...” He stopped looking for the number. “It's probably a good thing he's talkin' ta Piotr... Don't wanna interrupt that...” Looking over at Mark, he asked, “Did Sinister just not download any moral code inta you, or what?”
"I'm not a machine!" Mark cried and tears actually started to appear in his eyes. He felt so lost. He just wanted love and affection... and it wasn't that Nathaniel wasn't giving him enough... or maybe it wasn't enough... Did he need more affection that people did normally? Did he need more affection because he had found that all of the feelings he had from his mother were so much less real than they had been before? Did he need so much more affection than everyone else because he realized all the feelings he had been receiving from others weren’t for him, but for Remy? He just felt like... he needed to be loved by these two men... he wanted to be Remy. Was he feeling this because he was a clone?
“Then ya better start actin' like ya got some human compassion, ‘cause this ain't so far offa rape as you'd like ta think it is!! They got laws for this kinda shit, kid, this isn't some stupid game yer playin! So you wanna be treated like a human, ya better fuckin' well act like one!!” Logan was not in the mood to be sympathetic with him; he felt violated.
"R-r-r... what?" Mark asked not understanding what Logan was talking about and his knees became weak. He settled to the floor, knees together and feet out to either side, feeling his balls on the cool, hardwood floor. He was clearly having trouble digesting what Logan was talking about and couldn't get to the other half of what he had said, consequently missing the part where he should act like a human if he wanted to be treated like one.
Theron ignored Mark, just looking away from him angrily. He was worried about what he might do if he got too upset at Mark right now and so had to control himself. Looking over at Creed, Logan didn’t know what just happened here, really. Picking Mark up by his underarms Logan put him down on the bed. “Look... when Remy gets here, yer gonna tell him all you did. Tell him what you did ta look like him an' smell like him... Yer gonna tell him everything, you got me?”
Mark's jaw dropped open and he looked at Logan. "Why? Why would you want him knowing something like this?" Mark asked, really baffled. Wasn't Remy going to be angry at them too?
“’Cause you need ta see the consequences of yer actions, so you can't use this against us later, and ‘cause Remy don't deserve to be played or be lied to! That's why, Mark!” Pacing around, Logan’s blood was boiling.
Theron got up when Logan set Mark on the bed, having been seated there before hand. He didn't want to be anywhere near the kid now. "I..." Mark nodded and huffed, plopping back onto the bed, a little offended that Theron got up from the bed when he got on it. His cock a lot less hard now it rested against his thigh, shirt covering it, but draping its outline well.
Crossing his arms, Logan stared at the floor for a while. “Aren't ya thinkin' at all about Sinister when ya pull this kinda shit?”
"A little..." It didn't however keep him from wanting to experience being Remy. Maybe when Piotr had called out Remy's name while being inside Mark it had made Mark feel like he was so inadequate being just who he was that he would have to become Remy to please those he cared about. He had cared about Logan and Victor and Piotr before he had even met Nathaniel.
“How you think he's gonna feel when he finds out ya been givin' yer body ta whoever comes along?”
Thinking about that, Mark thought that Nathaniel would be very hurt, but he had never intended to tell him. He didn't want to hurt Nathaniel, but he had wanted to... be a more complete clone... he had wanted to be Remy. That incredible love and lust and worship that was in Piotr's voice when he called out Remy's name just made Mark want to experience it again. He wanted to fool everyone—even himself into believing that he was Remy Le Beau and that he deserved love just as much and as intensely as Remy did.
Sighing, Logan settled down in a chair. He was going to sit there and wait patiently until Remy returned.
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