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Part 34
Unpacking, Piotr’s apartment was actually starting to look a bit like a home. Outside his door, Remy took a deep breath as he knocked on Peter's apartment door. His hand was tentative on the wood.
Assuming it was just a neighbor coming to introduce themselves, Piotr opened the door with a warm smile and nearly fell over at the sight of him. “..... Remy.”
"Hey, Peter...” he said fighting the urge to bite the inside of his lip.
Swallowing Piotr stepped away from the door, going back to unpacking, but left the door open if he wanted to come in. Stepping inside, Remy shut the door behind him, feeling nauseous and leaned against the wall just inside. "I... I tink y' deserve an apology, Peter," Remy said as he looked for the words he should use in order to form that apology.
Stiffly, Piotr said, “No need.” He went into the other room, then emerged a moment later, still not looking at him.
"I need to, Peter," he explained. "I don' need y' to accept it... I jus' need t' say it." Mark had demanded he come all the way there and apologize, so that was what he was going to do.
“Fine. Say it and go.” He still didn’t stop unpacking, and still wasn’t looking at him... thinking if he did, he might fall to pieces.
"I'm sorry we got int' such a heated argumen' yesterday when Mark came out. I know... dat y' mus' feel somethin' for 'im..." even dough it was my name y' called out in y' throes o' passion... Why Peter? Why me? Why couldn't he have just been aware enough to call out the right name? Couldn't he have just had a little more wherewithal? Mark had been so hurt by that and Remy didn't know the extent of the damage quite yet. He had tried to ascertain that this morning when he went to Mark to ask him what was going on. He hadn't gotten much of anywhere with Mark though. "An' Mark... cares f' you..."
“Are you going to apologize or psychoanalyze?” Putting his books on the shelves, Piotr hoped to look like he was not 100% aware of everything about Remy.
"Fine. I'm sorry I hurt y', Peter. Every way I hurt y'... I didn' mean to." Remy looked around and saw Peter's sketch book on the table, open to a page of a drawing of him—one of the ones he had seen before. Why hadn't he destroyed that? Remy was curious, but he didn't go near the book or bring it up. He did stare at it though. "I know it don' change de tings dat happened..." his stomach twisted in a fit of butterfly activity, "but I'm sorry anyway." Guessing that was really all he had come with, Remy turned around and set his hand on the door, ready to leave, but waiting in case Peter had any last comments he wanted to fling at him.
Not having anything to say, Piotr really felt like crying, like dragging Remy back there, like demanding more out of him, but he just stared, motionless at the books he had put on the shelf. Remy knew he had said some very cruel things to Peter last night and he wished he could take them back now, but at the time, they had been particularly poignant. His thoughts kept him there for only a few seconds and he twisted the door knob and opened the door to leave. He had wanted to open his shields, but he felt that would be a particularly bad idea.
The temptation got the better of Remy and he slowly got his shields down to peak at Peter's feelings. There was desperation, severe want, loneliness and that undefeatable, constant throb of painfully strong unrequited love. Mon dieu... I shouldn'a done dat, Remy thought to himself and his hand dropped from the knob of the door. How could he leave when Piotr was like that? Reaching out with his mind, Remy brushed a comforting feeling over his aching mind, wrapping him up in secure, peacefulness, dulling the edge of the feelings he was experiencing, but not completely eliminating them. He had yet to master the elimination of moods people were feeling—people did that part on their own from what he had experienced.
Jerking his head up Piotr looked at him for the first time since he came in, blue eyes sharp and piercing. “What are you doing?”
Remy's lips parted like he wanted to say something but nothing was coming out. Eyes full of pain, Remy averted them from Peter and grabbed the knob again. "Sorry," he whispered again with a deep frown.
Marching up to him, Piotr grabbed his coat. “What are you doing!?”
Raising his shields completely, Remy tried not to look at Peter and his eye patch. "Was... tryin' t' make y' feel better. Sorry," he said looking at the floor away from Peter.
He just wanted to help. His intention had never been otherwise.
“You went into my emotions! How dare you!” He wanted to pretend he hated Remy and he couldn’t do that when Remy was looking right at what he actually felt.
"I said, 'I'm sorry!'" Remy emphasized and looked up into Peter's eye, trying to implore him to understand... that Remy still liked him—that he felt like they should be friends—like if his entire heart weren't taken up with Logan he could have loved Peter.... but he didn't know how much of that he conveyed.
His eye stinging with the threat of tears, Piotr turned his back on Remy so he couldn’t see it. “Just get out.”
Remy nodded and left once his coat was let go of without another word. He always seemed to fight with Peter... maybe that was because there was such a strong attraction between them that neither of them got to fully express. Maybe if Peter actually got to make love to Remy once, then he would feel like... he had conquered the mountain and wouldn't feel so bad any more... would feel like he could move on....
Sitting down on his naked mattress Piotr just held his head, staying still like that for hours. Remy headed home, a lot faster than he should have and tears started to appear in his eyes for the hurt his friend had to go through.
Remy stepped into the boathouse, emotionally weary and looked at the quiet front room. He had expected his lovers to be there, lounging in each other's embrace or something. Everything was very quiet. Maybe they were still sleeping, but he doubted that. Well—they might have worn each other out and just be sleeping curled up in each other's arms.
Stepping through the door to the room, Remy stopped, his heart squeezing violently in his chest when he saw Mark laying on the bed in only a shirt, looking very relaxed... and freshly showered. His hair was still wet. Remy’s eyes went wide looking at Mark and then he searched for Logan and Theron. Maybe Theron had—but then Logan would have been absolutely pissed—what happened?
Looking up at Remy, Logan was highly uneasy, and noticed his face. “Remy...? Baby, what happened?” Going over to him, Logan rested his broad hands on Remy’s waist.
Feeling like he was going to crumble from emotional stress, Remy grabbed onto the door jam and set his other on Logan's shoulder. "What... why is Mark—" here? Naked? Wet? Sated?!!! What did they do? Remy's heart was beating so fast he thought it might burst. His eyes were locked on Mark.
Sighing, Logan helped Remy sit in a chair. “Mark has something he needs to tell you...” Standing behind him, Logan stroked Remy’s shoulders and his neck, giving Mark a look.
Mark swallowed and sat up, looking uncomfortable, not looking at Remy's disbelieving eyes. Did he know already, or was he just guessing? Well, you aren't wearing much and are wet as a drowned cat, he thought to himself. "Remy... I... pretended to be—you... when you left."
"W-what??" How did that work? They weren't the same size—their hair was different, their eye color was different... what was going on? "How did y' pretend t' be me?" he asked gravely.
Eyeing Mark grimly, Logan said sternly, “Tell 'im.”
"I... I put on some contacts I found last night," he said holding up the huge black and red things for Remy's inspection. "I... faked your accent... I put your clothes on and slept in your bed long enough that I had your scent all over me... I smelled like you," he explained. "There's a wig in the shower that smells like your hair and is your color and everything..."
Eyes defocused while he listened, Remy then turned to Logan behind him and looked at him as if to ask... is this true? Looking down at Remy, Logan stroked his cheek, then swallowed. “Theron and I'd been... in the middle a somethin' when he came in... we weren't payin' attention...” He felt sick to his stomach about this, and wanted to tell him that they immediately freaked out and kicked him out, but that's not what happened. “Remy...”
"What...?" he asked. "Logan, what' are y' tryin' ta say t' me?" he asked, his voice a low whisper, preparing to be hurt. Was this… hogwash true?
Swallowing, Logan looked at Creed. “I...” Sinking down in front of him in the chair, Logan took Remy’s hand, rubbing it against his lips. “I didn't come in him, Remy, I realized before then it wasn't you...”
Breath coming to him more rapidly and shallowly—Remy was hyperventilating. How was this possible? Logan... why would Logan betray him like that? Was he lying? Logan felt awfully guilty for someone who wasn't at fault. A frown scored Remy's face and he said lowly, but with a resonance like rolling thunder, "Get out." He was looking at no one, so it wasn't clear who he was directing the command to, but Remy opened his shields and sent Mark his anger and repeated, "Get out!"
Remy jerked out of Logan's grasp and turned away from him.
Practically jumping, Mark fled the room and ran up to Remy's room to get into his own clothing.
Wincing, Logan felt like such a shit, an wondered if that meant he wanted Logan gone, too... He swallowed, feeling like he couldn’t breathe. “I'm so... I'm so sorry, Remy, I thought...” His stomach churned and he whispered, “I thought he was you...” Looking up at Creed, Logan hoped he could look after him since he wanted Logan gone, and he turned to the door.
Honestly, Remy wondered whether he wanted Logan gone or not, but didn't stop him when he sensed him leaving the room. Going into the woods Logan gently leaned against a tree, swallowing back the urge to be sick... He was too rattled to think about what this could mean or where it could lead. Sitting, Logan just stared straight ahead, absentmindedly scratching at what was once an itch on his arm and became an annoyed wound trying to heal.
When Logan was gone, Remy collapsed to the floor and threw his head into the wall repeatedly until Theron rushed over to him and held him, stopping the banging of his head. "Shhhh.... Remy, it ain' his fault," Theron cooed gently in his ear. "He didn't know, Remy."
"How could he not know??!" Remy shouted at the top of his lungs not understanding how good of disguise Mark had pulled off.
"Shhhh..." Theron said again, hugging Remy to him. "Logan loves ya, Remy. You shouldda see the way he pulled his claws out at the kid when he realized it wasn't you," he assured.
"Why does Logan feel so guilty if it ain' his fault?" Remy hissed at Theron, though not pushing him away.
"Hey, you still feel guilty about things ya couldn't help, kid, so don't go sayin' Logan won't feel bad about somethin' that wasn't his fault."
Nodding, Remy snuggled further into Theron's embrace and wanted to cry. "Logan was right when he compared what Mark did ta rape, Remy. Ya need ta understand that," he said rubbing Remy's arms gently. "I'm sorry too, Rem—even though I was just as much a part of it, I couldn't see that it wasn't you any more'n Logan could."
"You were... Do I wanna know?" he asked, afraid.
"Just kissin' ‘tween me an' him," Theron explained. "Don't mean it wasn't you that I was wantin' ta kiss, Remy," he said pulling Remy's face up to meet his gaze and Remy's tears finally spilled out onto his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said and leaned in to kiss the tears away from Remy's cheeks. He tasted the saline and then bent down to kiss Remy's lips, trying to memorize his taste even among the tear taste on his tongue.
Whimpering into Theron's mouth, Remy's tears came more fiercely and he clung to Theron. He really felt the need to get all of this out, but he didn't know how... although... the tears seemed to help. When Remy started crying hard, Theron held Remy close and rocked him back and forth instead of kissing him. There would be time for that later. Theron wanted to call Logan back in, but didn't really have a method to do that with.
"Remy... let me see what yer feelin'...” he said. Remy's breath caught at the request and he gently let down his shields to let Theron into his mind. Clutching Remy tighter as he felt the raw pain threatening to drown Remy, Theron experienced Remy's empathy for the third time—this one a lot more pleasant than the others. Theron tried to be calm for Remy and rocked and cooed to him. "It'll be okay, Remy," he said and kissed his hair. After a few moments, Theron let up and stilled. "You think Logan should come back in now?" Theron asked Remy gently. Nodding, Remy sent out a plea to Logan through their link
Feeling like he may lose both of his lovers over this, Logan didn’t notice the blood slip down his arm, it would just heal anyway. Before it even consciously hit him what happened, Logan went tearing into the boathouse, and was upstairs like someone lit a fire under his ass. “Remy?” He saw them curled up with Theron, and was so grateful that he could be there for Remy. He sat down with them, stroking Remy's hair carefully.
With a desperate cry, Remy launched himself into Logan's arms from Theron's and held him as if he were a life preserver. Theron, still linked to Remy through his empathy, rubbed Remy's back and looked at Logan. Remy started crying harder when he was in Logan's arms.
“I'm sorry, baby... I'm so fucking sorry...” and he kissed Remy’s hair, stroking it, rocking him. He wanted to explain it away, tell him about the blood, about how much he loved him and not Mark, but he just held him and sent his undeniable love down their link.
Nuzzling into Logan, Remy absorbed that love like a sponge and started kissing his skin. Letting Remy do what he needed to, Logan kissed him back when he got close enough, oddly grateful that Creed was there to offer Remy his comfort and support as well.
"I'm sorry, Logan," Remy shuttered and squeezed him and he sent an apology to Logan through their link.
“Shhh, you have nothin' ta be sorry for... Nothin' at all...” and he stroked Remy’s hair and his back, kissing his neck. “Nothin' at all...”
"But I got—I didn' mean t' be so mad... was just—a shock, comprendres? I'm not mad at y' any more, Logan... I'm jus'... so confused...." Remy had no idea what to do with Mark. How was he supposed to handle this? He would have to have a big long talk with Mark and he didn't know what it would consist of. He still felt that Mark was part of his family, but how could he overlook a violation of this magnitude?
“Shhhhh, I know... I know, baby...” he cooed, kissing him softly. Lifting him up onto the bed, Logan took off Remy’s coat, wanting him comfortable, giving him kisses.
Remy tried to relax and felt both Logan and Theron as they climbed up onto the bed and snuggled up with him.
"What... what should I do... 'bout Mark?" he asked Logan and Theron. He trusted their judgment.
Carefully Logan started taking off Remy’s shoes. “Don't worry about him right now, darlin’...” he said kissing his ear. “Just try to relax....” Clutching Logan, Remy wanted to be comforted by their stroking hands... and he was actually surprised that he even factored Theron into the way he felt... betrayed. He didn't feel nearly as hurt by Theron's involvement, but it was still there. Remy tried to hide that aspect of his feelings and to downplay it, but it was difficult as that was the majority of the raw pain. Relaxing, he was able to subdue it so they could all calm down.
Stroking Remy’s cheek, Logan looked into his eyes. “Remy... I... You have to know that I didn't... I... I didn't know he wasn't you.”
“I know, Logan... Theron explained how... how much he looked like me. I can... I can forgive dat," he said, although he felt that it was a bit hard to understand given they were the two best noses in the region and Mark didn't act like Remy. "How did y'... find out it wasn' me?" he asked. Maybe that would make him feel better...and he also felt he had to know... just because.
“He didn't feel like you...” Logan sighed. “Before he came in... I was....” Logan swallowed; this was sort of hard to explain, but he felt Remy should know. “We... That is, me an' Theron...” he continued, not understanding why this was so difficult to admit. “He was clawin' at my back an' I was bleedin’... An’... He was lickin' up my blood an' kissin' me, so... Blood, Remy, it's pervasive... It gets stuck in yer nose... I think I knew somethin' was wrong, but... Shit, it never even occurred ta me he'd try an pull somethin' like that... It's... It's unbelievable....”
"I meant what gave 'im away?" he asked.
“I cut him. He didn't heal....” Logan sighed, wondering if maybe he shouldn't have explained all that.
"What made y' cut 'im?" Remy asked, a little perplexed. Logan hadn't been so... kinky with him yet.
Shrugging, Logan said, “Somethin' was just off... An’... I had ta be sure....” He gave a stupid, embarrassed smile. “Didn't wanna offend ya if my senses were just goin' haywire....” Remy nodded and curled up into a little ball. What if that happened again? Could Remy trust Mark if he could pretend that well that he was Remy? They had to have something that would identify Remy uniquely... something only they knew about.
"Logan... can we have like... a code word 'er somethin'...?"
Raising his eyebrow at him, Logan insisted, “Remy... It... It's not gonna happen again....”
The daggers in Remy's eyes spoke to how much this was not actually a question or suggestion and how much he didn't trust Mark. Shriveling inside a little, Logan wondered if this was about Remy’s inability to trust Mark or his inability to trust Logan. “All right...”
It needed to be something that no one could just figure out—maybe something random.... Looking up at Creed, Logan took his hand, feeling pretty in the doghouse, but at least he understood what happened... that he didn't want to... that he was... well... violated.
"Dookan," [empathy] Remy said finally. That was in another language so Mark could really figure out what it meant easily if he heard it, but it was applicable to them, so they could probably remember it.
"What's that?" Theron asked.
Nodding, Logan said, “Empathy...” and he repeated it. “Dookan.”
Theron nodded and grasped Remy's hand. "So whenever we think it might not be you...?"
"Ask me what de password is," Remy smiled at the childish way they had to treat Mark. It really was odd that they ended up treating him like a two year old who wanted to play with the big kids.
Swallowing, Logan curled his fingers against Theron and nuzzled into Remy's neck... He was not going to make the same mistake again, ever.
"Dieu, he annoys me so much," Remy commented and squeezed Theron's hand.
“Mark?”
"Yeah," Remy sighed heavily. He looked at Logan's feelings of determination and had seen the uneasiness he felt when Remy brought up the code word. Taking Logan's face in his hand Remy drew Logan's chin to kiss his lips. "Logan... I'm really afraid dat Mark will learn from his mistakes... an' make his next act more convincin'... It's like he wants t' sleep wid every man I ever been wid...." Remy wasn't happy about thinking that about Mark. A flash of worry crossed his mind that he would want to become Remy and the only way to do that would be to get rid of the real Remy... which would only spell bad things for Remy....
Swallowing, Logan felt his gut bottom out. “You slept with Piotr?” Logan knew that he said he wouldn't ask about what happened while he was away, but....
Swallowing, Remy shrugged. "Jus'... oral sex," he clarified.
Hit with a bit of nausea, Logan tried to keep it under control. “.... Oh....” I said I wouldn't ask, what kind of stupid fucker am I...?
"I'm sorry, Logan," Remy said and leaned to nuzzle Logan under his neck in apology.
“No, I.... I said I wouldn't ask...” and he founds Creed's jeans and grabbed hold like he might fall off the bed.
Theron grabbed Logan. "What's this?" he asked to what they had been talking about. Had Remy cheated on Logan while Logan was away with him? He hadn't heard anything about it.
“It's nothin', Theron...” Just oral sex. As if there was such a thing as just oral sex.
"Oral sex is nothin'? What's goin' on?" Theron demanded.
Turning over to face Theron, Remy looked him in the eye and said, "While y' were away wid Logan, he told me he wouldn' ask 'bout our time away from each oder. I knew y'd be sleepin' t'geder... so I started t' get real cozy wid Peter... an' I slept wid Nathaniel," Remy admitted quietly.
"You slept with Sinister?" Theron asked in disbelief. Remy nodded and looked away from Theron.
"He was goin' through a lot. Can talk about it later if y' want…." Remy didn't think Logan particularly wanted to hear it, but he felt that Theron had a right to any information that would affect their relationship and since Theron was in the thick of that relationship now, he needed answers.
Looking up at Creed, Logan hoped that he wasn't going to get into it, and Logan pulled both of them close again, sandwiching Remy between them. “We need ta send Mark back to Antarctica...”
"No kiddin'," Remy said. "I need t' talk to 'im first," Remy said. "Tink I should do it sooner rader dan later...."
Sighing, Logan didn’t want to unlock his arms from around Remy, but he nodded. “Want us there? Or ya wanna be alone?”
"Non, I better do it alone. I... it can wait a little dough...." Just long enough for them to shower and remind him that he belonged to the both of them... and they each belonged to him.
Nodding, Logan said, “All right, darlin’....” Stroking his side, Logan then rested his hand on Remy’s hip, his fingers under Remy’s shirt.
"Will y' two... take a shower for me?" he asked a little tentatively. He couldn’t' smell Mark on them... but he could imagine him being there, could imagine the residue from his skin on them both. He knew Mark had touched them—he wanted that to be erased and the only way he could not think about it was to have the skin underneath his hands squeaky clean and smooth.
Nodding, Logan felt pretty filthy anyway... sort of like a rape victim. He tried to not think about that. Sitting up Logan headed to the bathroom. Theron nodded and followed Logan, but Remy stopped him by grabbing his wrist. Pulling him down, Remy whispered in his ear, "When y' all clean... will y' come out here an' let Logan live out his fantasy?" Remy asked. "Make him forget Mark in de shower an' help 'im remember me out here...?" he asked. Theron didn't know what Remy was referring to until he remembered that Logan had asked Remy to take both of them simultaneously and Theron’s eyes widened. Remy nodded at Theron's seeming acknowledgement of what he wanted and he leaned back into the pillows underneath him.
"Yeah, Remy," he said and leaned in to peck Remy on the lips before joining Logan in the shower.
Starting the water, Logan undressed and stepped inside, scrubbing... not feeling too sexy at the moment. He just wanted Mark off of him. Theron started washing off too, unable to keep from thinking about Anchius and the way that if Anchius'd had a way of doing just that—he would have.
Scrubbing his own skin with a wash cloth, Theron soaped it up after he was done with himself and scrubbed Logan's back for him, massaging it as he went. Clinically getting clean.... Logan scrubbed all over again, taking off a layer of skin. “Harder,” he said to Theron. He wanted to feel it sting.
Pressing harder, Theron saw the skin turn red and heal over, then he caressed down him to his cheeks and ran the cloth all over him to get him as clean as he could possibly be. After he was certain that they were both incredibly clean, Theron held Logan. "He doesn’t blame ya fer what happened, Logan," Theron tried to console. He really didn't think that Remy did hold anyone but Mark responsible... but he understood about him needing them to be clean for him... and he understood that he needed to claim them both again.
Yeah, he does, Logan thought to himself. “Mm.” He just wanted to stay there in the shower with Theron; he was sort of afraid to face Remy again.
Theron held Logan tightly and stroked his body, letting the smooth edges of his claws run along Logan, not cutting, but sliding over him. "Remy loves you, Logan... an' I love ya too," he said and started to rock with Logan in his arms, the water still warm.
“Yeah...” He didn’t want to be one of those people who needed to be babied, but he would be damned if he was not going to indulge in it when he was. Swallowing, Logan said, “I don't wanna go out there...” Lowering his voice, he said, “Remy's gonna want sex an’ I ain't sure I can do that...”
"Oh..." Theron said, kicking himself for not noticing that Logan wouldn’t' be in the mood. He really felt like he had been violated and so he wasn't going to want more violation. He should have noticed and told Remy before they went to shower. Wishing for a method of communication that wasn't verbal or sensible by Logan, Theron sighed into Logan’s hair. "Ya know he won't force ya," Theron said. Maybe he could tell Remy somehow that Logan wasn't in the mood. He still felt Remy’s empathy in his mind... maybe he could use that....
Gently he reached out with his mind and tried to express his discomfort to Remy and make it acute. He tried to focus it and make it apparent that Remy wasn't wanted out in the bedroom and hopefully he would take that opportunity to leave the house and go to see Mark and kick his butt.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “He's gonna think I gotta problem with him... He's gonna think I don't wannim... You know how he is,” he explained.
"I know, Logan... I know." And Remy just might. He brushed Logan's sides again, not knowing what to say to him. "We should just give it a little bit o' time. Let ya calm down," Theron said.
Swallowing hard, Logan said in a low voice, “Or you could...” and he choked a little, trying again. “Or you could take care a’ him....” Logan understood Remy's agitation, but was a little miffed that he didn’t acknowledge how unsettling this was for Logan.
"He needs you, Logan." More'n he needs me. "I ain't gonna take 'im without ya bein' in the mood. If ya need more time, ya need more time. It won't mean a damn thing if I go in there alone," or just have him alone fer that matter, he thought imagining Logan present but not… participating. "Remy'll understand... I think he maybe just thought that—you'd wanna ferget about this whole thing too," Theron offered, not knowing what exactly Remy had been thinking but having more insight from what he had asked of Theron before he left the room.
Shaking his head, Logan said, “I'm just gonna have ta... do it. I don't wannim more upset than he already is. If I reject him, it'll just hurt 'im more.” Turning off the shower, Logan worked up his resolve to get over this squeamish feeling he had.
"Logan, no. If ya go in there an' fake it ya'll do more damage than he's tryin' ta make it fix, okay?" he said, not letting Logan go.
“I'll be fine,” he said and wriggled out of Theron’s arms, starting to dry off.
"Logan, don't," Theron pleaded with him as he dried. Theron grabbed a towel and started to dry off as well.
Kissing Theron’s shoulder, Logan said, “I'll just take it slow. I'm not gonna make him feel any worse.” Wrapping the towel around his waist, Logan went back into the bedroom… to find Remy was not in the room.
Looking around, Logan frowned. “Remy?” Pulling on a pair of jeans, Logan called for him. “Remy? Darlin’?” Lifting his nose to the air, Logan was going to sniff him out.
It looked like Theron's attempts to communicate worked, he observed to himself and wondered where the kid had wandered off to, but figured he would have gone to talk to Mark. "Logan—let's just wait fer him," he encouraged.
“Wh— ....” Logan was completely baffled, wondering what the hell was going on. “Where did he go? Ta see Mark?”
"Probably," was all Theron could really say at Remy's disappearing act.
Rubbing his forehead, Logan asked, “Why would he just take off like that??” Flopping back on the sofa, Logan was waxen.
"I dunno... maybe he didn't have plans like ya thought he did...." Theron shot in the dark.
“He never leaves without sayin' somethin’!”
Theron was going to try and offer something else but he deflated with a sigh and said, "Logan... I asked him ta go," with his voice quiet and wary.
Looking over at him, Logan said, “What?”
"When we were in the shower... I asked him ta leave. Made everything feel really uncomfortable so he'd go...." Theron just knew he was going to get in trouble for doing what Logan wanted again and it made him feel a kind of despair that he hadn't experienced in weeks.
“...... What?”
"Which part didn'cha understand, 'cause I know you heard me," he said rather impatient to get to the part where Logan was yelling at him so he could get it over with.
“How.... How did you tell him... while we were in the shower?”
"He was still open ta me... ya know? Empathically."
“He did that? With you?”
"... Yeah, Logan... Ya mad?" he asked. He was about to swear a blue streak.
Slumping a little, Logan said, “..... Yeah.” He stayed slumped.
Clenching his fists hard, Theron drew blood again to keep from bursting out. Was it so horrible that they were friends and that he wanted to do what was best for everyone? Was it so wrong for Remy to want to share his pain with Theron—especially when he couldn't with Logan?
Stroking his hand down Theron’s forearm to his clenched fist, Logan said, “Relax, bub. I'm just jealous, I'll get over it... It's... It’s good ya got each other...” ‘cause Lord knows I'm not the most reliable person around here.
Theron gave a shaky nod and swallowed trying to let his hands loosen. He was still uneasy by how much Logan was letting his feelings of jealousy show, but he couldn't blame him. Theron would have been worse about it, he bet. His claws came out of his hands and healed over the wounds and remained blood covered.
Taking Theron’s hand, Logan cradled it in his, licking the wounds as they faded. “He's gonna be hurt you asked him ta leave...”
"He wouldda been more hurt if you'd tried ta perform for him hurt, ya know," Theron pointed out. He wouldda felt like a burden, Logan, you know that.
“He wouldn't a’ if he didn't know.” Picking at the dried blood and flesh under Theron’s nails, Logan asked, “Izze with Mark right now, then?”
"Dunno. 'S not like we're telepathic," he pointed out. "An' Logan... he wouldda been able ta tell. He knows ya like I know ya—an' how he knew ya so fast is beyond me, but it is what it is."
“So... We just wait here, then?”
"Guess so," he said. "Ya wanna try an' take a nap while we wait?" He really just wanted to hold Logan for hours, but he didn't know if Logan wanted to be left to his thoughts. "Or do ya wanna work on readin' that silly book o' yours," he smiled.
Offering a weak grin, Logan said, “Guess we should open that silly book.” Grabbing it from the coffee table, Logan leaned back against the sofa with Theron, feeling pretty gloomy. Theron curled up on the couch with Logan and held him while he read over his shoulder.
"You gonna read out loud?" he asked.
Giving a soft chuckle, Logan said, “No,” reaching back to ruffle Theron’s hair affectionately. Theron snapped his fingers lightly and ruffled Logan's hair with his nose, continuing to read over his shoulder with Logan.
Remy was feeling really stirred up especially because he had no idea what was going on with Logan and Theron. All he knew was that Theron was getting very uncomfortable and he was directing it at Remy. Marching up to his room, he pounded on his door and it was answered a moment later by Mark. Stepping in past him, Mark had to dodge his big brother to stay out of his way. "I can' tell y' how upset I am at y', 'cause frankly, I don' know fully yet," he started off.
Silently, Mark waited for his sentence. He had thought he'd be able to just get away with it and have no one know the difference. When the door was closed, Mark pulled down his jeans and continued cleaning the wound on his ass cheek. How was he going to cover that up? There was no way he could go to Nathaniel's with a scratch like that... unless he came up with a way he could have gotten it alternatively.
"I'm gonna have t' send y' back an' you are gonna have t' apologize t' Nathaniel an' work tings out wid him, y' hear?" he asked. Mark nodded. He heard what Remy wanted. He didn't know how much he was going to comply, but that depended on how he felt about Nathaniel when he got back. He still liked Nathaniel... but he just didn't think he was going to be the be-all, end-all of relationships.
"Okay. I'm gon' go call Nathaniel an' have him pick y' up," Remy said and headed out of the room. He didn't want to have to see Mark any more than possible; he was still feeling very angry with him.
Sighing, Mark nodded, not feeling like he could really do anything to stop Remy at that point. "Go downstairs an' have Hank take a look at dat for y'. Make sure y' don' need stitches," Remy said before he left.
Hank! Good idea! Mark buttoned up his trousers and took him and his cut down to the med lab for Hank's inspection.
Hanging out in his office, reading a book, Hank looked up when someone entered. “Hello?”
"Hey, Hank. I got a cut I wanted to see if you could help me with," Mark said as he stepped gingerly into the lab.
“Of course!” Putting down his reading glasses and the book, Hank said, “Lets have a look at it.”
Shucking his pants, Mark leaned over to show his carved up ass. He was going commando.
A bit startled by that, but regaining his doctorly demeanor, Hank asked, “And... How did this happen?” Gently prodding the surrounding flesh Hank saw that it was still bleeding a little. “This is quite the gash.” He went to get supplies.
"Great," he sighed. There was no way he could just explain this away to Nathaniel. "Is there some way I can just... have this healed? Isn't there a kid here that can do that?" he asked. He had heard about Warren around from people.
“Well, yes, but as this is such an insubstantial thing, I don't think we should worry him...” He started cleaning the wound. He could tell with his sensitive nose and by seeing the state of Mark’s anus that he had been having sex. “Now... Tell me how this happened?”
"I'd rather not," he sighed.
“Mmmm...” and he got a bandage and applied it. “This shouldn't need stitches, but be gentle with it...”
Mark nodded and slid the pants back gently over his ass. "Thanks, Hank," he said. Now he needed to go find the healer dude on campus.
Picking up the phone, Remy's fingers were shaking as he dialed.
“Hello, Remy,” Nathaniel said.
"Hey, Nathaniel... Um... Mark said he wanned ta come back...." he said, unsure of what else to say.
Leaning back in his desk chair, Nathaniel crossed his arms. “Is something wrong?”
"I... I'll let him tell y' 'bout it," he said. He didn't want to contradict Mark should he choose to tell him something... with his own perspective. Maybe he just wanted to break up with Nathaniel and have that be that with no explanation, so he wasn't going to break up with Nathaniel for him. He hoped that Mark wasn't planning on breaking up with Nathaniel at all, but he could only hope with that.
Sighing heavily, Nathaniel said, “I will come immediately.” Hanging up the phone Nathaniel took a moment to collect himself before opening a tessaract to the X-mansion. Remy went outside to greet Nathaniel... so he wouldn’t' be jumped on by a dozen X-Men immediately, and shook his hand when he got there. "Hey," he greeted casually.
Nodding to him, Nathaniel asked, “Where is he?”
"Inside," he motioned toward the mansion and started walking there with him.
Nathaniel was quite nervous. “Is he all right?”
"Yeah," Remy nodded. Pain in de butt, but all right.
Rounding the corner to the men's dorm hall, Mark was headed up the stairs when he saw Nathaniel and Remy.
"Nathaniel!" Mark rushed to Nathaniel and threw himself into his arms.
Seeing Mark, Nathaniel’s red eyes went wide and he clasped him in his strong arms, smiling a little. “Hello.” He was relieved to have him back.
Remy's eyebrow lifted up at the intense relief and excitement that was in Mark's voice, but could tell he wasn't as excited as he made out to be. "I missed you!" Mark shouted into Nathaniel’s chest, burying his face. It looked like Mark was in fact not going to be breaking up with Nathaniel.
Curling around him, Nathaniel stroked his hair. “I missed you, too.”
"You two wanna take y' mushiness back t' de frozen layer of hell?" Remy groused. He didn't want to see the fight he knew would happen and he didn't want to start it either.
Looking up at Remy, Nathaniel wondered what was making Remy so bristly, then remembered that he was still having problems in his relationship with Logan. “.... Thank you, Remy, for taking him.” Squeezing Mark's hand, he asked, “Are you ready?”
Mark nodded and seemed eager to go.
"No problem," Remy said, although it had been quite the problem and that's why he had been asked to leave.
Taking Mark in his arms again, Nathaniel said goodbye to Remy and opened a portal to back home.
Having fallen asleep, the book folded in his lap, Logan was leaning on Creed's chest. Theron had felt his awareness of Remy fade as the distance between them had grown so he didn't expect to feel Remy again when he came back, but he had expected to be able to hear him or something. The first clue he had that he was there was his smell and looking up, he found that Remy was in the doorway to the boathouse. Smiling at him tentatively, Theron tried to gage Remy's mood. It wasn’t good. He looked like he might still be kind of pissed.
Stepping silently over to them Remy leaned down and asked Theron quietly, "Why'd y' have me leave?"
Although Logan was still asleep, he could tell Remy was there, and relaxed a little further, curling up on Theron like a large kitty. A really large kitty.
"Logan... didn't feel up t'... y'know?" Remy nodded and leaned in to kiss Theron's lips lightly. "Sorry I couldn’t tell ya," he said after he broke away. "I shouldda seen it before."
"Don' worry 'bout it, Therr. It'll be okay." Eventually.
Waking a little, Logan mumbled, “Remy?”
"Hey, cher," he said and reached out through he link to brush over Logan's with his affection. He listened to see how Logan was feeling too. Feeling like he had been sick for weeks and he was just now on the mend, Logan pulled Remy down onto the couch with them. “I love you...” and he touched Remy’s scruffy jaw.
"Love y' too, Logan," Remy said and leaned into the pile they made.
Logan had been so emotionally exhausted for so long, this was a nice reprieve, all of them cuddled together. “What happened with the kid?”
"He went home," Remy said simply, not wanting to think about him.
Stroking Remy’s auburn hair, and his beautiful neck, Logan asked, “You feel any better, love?”
Now dat he's gone, "Oui..." he mumbled out.
Leaning across Theron's expansive chest, Logan kissed Remy softly and sincerely. Remy kissed back and petted Logan’s arm before breaking away from him to settle back into the pile, head leaning on Theron. He didn't feel like Theron was the space between them... but he did feel like there was a space between them.
Feeling that space as well Logan was deeply unsettled by it... and he wondered if Mark had single handedly ruined his relationship with Remy... then wondered further if Remy's love and desire for him was fading.
Remy wasn't sure Logan even wanted him around.... Had he come back too early? He could feel the love in Logan, but he could also feel the nausea and the hurt. Should he leave again? Instinctively, Logan reached out and grabbed Remy’s head, and pulled him into a firmer, determined kiss, staking his claim on him just to remind him that he couldn’t leave him… that he couldn’t stop loving him, because he was Logan’s!
Climbing over Theron Remy rested in his lap so he could be kissing Logan more easily. Their kiss continued fiercely until Logan was convinced that Remy was not going anywhere, and he pushed his hand under Remy’s shirt to stroke his back. Remy's hands went to Logan's face and his hands ran through his hair as they kissed deeply. Logan's kisses always seemed to send electricity through him, but Remy tried to keep the mood relaxed in the face of such a passion filled kiss.
Pulling away, Logan breathed deeply, and stroked his thumb over Remy’s cheekbone, kissing him intermittently. “So...” He kissed the side of Remy’s mouth, down his jaw and to his neck.
"Oui...?" Remy asked, not knowing what Logan was going to ask.
Kissing him again soundly, Logan then kissed Theron's bicep and said thoughtfully, “So, you an' Theron got a bond, too?”
Remy blinked at Logan. "What? Non," he said a little baffled. "I was jus'... y'know—open." Couldda sensed anybody, Remy thought to himself.
“Oh....” and he looked up at Theron, hating to be so possessive, then looked down. “Sorry... I'm... tryin' ta... y'know... chill out...”
Nodding, Remy kissed Logan again. "S'okay, cher," he assured. He was kind of afraid of how long Logan was going to be... moody in one fashion or another, but he was going to bear with it. He honestly hoped that Mark's deceit didn't hurt Logan so deeply that he wouldn't be able to recover.
Sighing heavily, all jumbled up inside, Logan wondered why he couldn’t get a fucking break. “You guys got plans for the rest a’ the day?”
"Just sittin' here wid you," Remy said and lay down across both Logan’s lap and Theron's.
"Yeah, that was about my plan. I'm sure I gotta cook somewhere in there, but that's just whenever we get hungry," he waived off the problem of sustenance.
Remy's thoughts were wandering and he came across the plans he had been making. "Oh, Logan... I jus' remembered somethin' I have t' do. I'll be back in a few, okay?" Remy got up to leave, but placed a kiss on Logan’s lips before he rose.
Grabbing his wrist before he left, Logan said, “Where ya goin’?” He was a little anxious, fearing Remy was distancing himself from Logan.
"S Guild business actually," Remy said. "It's somethin' I was meanin' ta do f' a while, but I got distracted when Mark was here. Won' take me long," he smiled.
Reluctantly, Logan let go of Remy’s hand, and burrowed back into Theron. “All right... See ya, darlin’...”
"You still playin' that gig?" Theron asked as Remy walked toward the door.
"Oui. Technically, I'm de leader o' de Thieves Guild, but Belle does a lot o' de work in m' absence. I'm jus' called on from time t' time—ceremony stuff, advice, sanctions—all sorts o' crap," he smiled before he stepped out the door and heading up to the mansion.
“He's lyin’.” Logan said and watched him go.
"You serious?" Theron asked, really concerned that Remy would lie to Logan at all.
“Yeah. He's lyin’,” and his voice was a little stiff.
"Why would he lie ta you, Logan?" Theron asked.
“Dunno.” That's what I'm scared of.
Mark hugged Nathaniel once they got home and kissed him deeply. Kissing back, Nathaniel asked, “How are you?”
"I'm good now. I missed you so much," Mark said urgently. He didn't even want to bother with a bed and started taking off Nathaniel's clothing right there in the living room.
A bit startled at that, Nathaniel took Mark’s arms. “Mark, wait... What happened? Something happened at the mansion.”
"I just..." Mark stopped and stared at the floor. "Everyone was calling me Remy... and Gambit..." Looking up at Nathaniel, Mark said sincerely, "I don't want to be him... I don't want to be there with people who only see me as him."
Stroking his hair, Nathaniel said, “And this upset Remy as well?”
"I kinda... took it out on him. I said some things that he didn't take too well," Mark said sadly, voice full of regret.
Sitting down on the sofa with him, Nathaniel pulled Mark into his lap. “What did you say?”
"I just got so mad at him that I said, 'why would anybody make a copy of you anyway?' I think it hurt his feelings," Mark said. "I don't want to feel like I'm a copy of somebody..." he stated as an afterthought.
Sighing, Nathaniel said, “You made no friends there?” He had been hoping Mark would find someone his own age to befriend in case he had to send him there for help with his powers.
Mark sighed. "No. Nobody could see past that I was made by you or that I was Remy's kid brother at best... They couldn't even keep my name strait," he mumbled. "It was weird being called, 'Mr. Le Beau' by kids... that are really older than I am...." he noted, feeling really young and vulnerable the moment he realized that.
Kissing his temple, Nathaniel said, “It must have been lonely. Did you speak with Wolverine? Or Sabertooth?”
"A little. We got to visit some. Then Remy kicked me out so he could go sleep with them," Mark grumbled.
“..... Them? They're sleeping together now?”
"Well... I don't know, but they had a big fight and when I left, Remy didn't come back to the mansion all night... then he just started staying with them at night, so I guess so."
“Hmm...” he petted Mark and continued, “So... you don't want to go back there?”
"Not back there," Mark said. Maybe he would try going to New York or Boston or something on his own, but he wasn't planning on seeing Remy very much any more.
Sighing, Nathaniel said, “So there is bad blood between you all?”
"Well... I don't know. I mean... Remy's okay, I just don't want to see him so much any more, you know? Logan and Victor are cool too, but they just... treat me like a little kid. Like I don't know what's going on." Mark sighed. "I guess I just need some time away from them," he said.
Nathaniel sighed. “Well, that is most unfortunate... Perhaps when you are a little less upset, you can attempt to make amends.” Mark nodded and hugged Nathaniel. Tipping him back on the sofa Nathaniel kissed him. “I missed you, pet...” and he stroked his stomach.
"Mmmm," he moaned happily at the endearment and soaked up the kiss and the affection. He really did like the way Nathaniel would lavish affection on him that was just his. Slipping his tongue into Nathaniel's mouth, Mark desperately wanted to be loved.
Kissing him pretty fiercely, Nathaniel said, “You must have been frustrated without me,” and he grinned a little, kissing down his neck.
"God, yes!" Mark groaned and bucked his hips up in Nathaniel's lap.
Opening his pants and pushing his hands down in them, Nathaniel muttered, “I was lonely without you...” and he grabbed up Mark’s plush bottom.
"I'm sorry, Nathaniel," Mark said feeling like he didn't want to leave Nathaniel again for a long while. His hands felt good, if a bit cold to the touch.
Kissing down him, Nathaniel nibbled at Mark’s nipples through his shirt, taking his pants off and pulling his sweater off over his head. Whimpering, Mark wanted steadily more and his hard cock bobbed against his stomach when Nathaniel took his pants off. Hands roving, Mark started to play with Nathaniel's nipples and leaned in to suckle one tenderly at first, but then hard, pushing the stiff nub around on his chest.
Arching his back Nathaniel groaned, feeling Mark’s hole, and he wondered why it felt a little loose, but didn’t question it. “I want to tongue you...” Hissing at the idea, Mark practically turned himself over and presented his ass to Nathaniel.
Grinning, Nathaniel opened his arse and drove his tongue into Mark’s hole, twisting it and working it inside him.
"Ah! Nathaniel.... nnnng!" he shouted at the incredible feeling, his hips unable to stop the bucking into that face.
Kissing him deeply, one hand between his legs to massage his cock and balls, Nathaniel forced his tongue as deep as it would go, making him wet. Mark squeezed himself on that tongue when he felt the intrusion and wiggled more. "I missed you so much, Nathaniel..." Mark moaned.
“I know, my love....” and he gave him one last kiss and mounted him, rubbing the tip of his dick against Mark’s pink hole. Body shuddering, Mark anticipated Nathaniel's entry and he let his cheeks squeeze Nathaniel a little before he plunged inside.
Pushing in hard and deep, Nathaniel sheathed himself in Mark in one long, full thrust, and groaned, “Oh, my sweet pet...”
Mark cried out loudly, almost unable to hear Nathaniel's murmuring into his ear when he entered. He felt so good! He was huge and it took Mark relaxing a bit to allow him time to adjust to the presence inside his body. His muscles clenched around Nathaniel and he drew himself away to slide up Nathaniel’s cock, but didn't let the head out.
Grinning wickedly, Nathaniel said, “You feel like heaven...” and started to thrust. He missed this so badly, and his hand just couldn’t compare.
"Nathaniel... please," Mark panted and reached back for his hand. Grasping his hand tightly, Nathaniel held him close and rammed his long, silver cock into him, kissing his shoulders and his neck. Grasping his hand tightly, Nathaniel held Mark close and rammed his long, silver cock into him, kissing his shoulders and his neck. Grasping Nathaniel's hand back, Mark guided it down to his hips and then to his cock. Sighing, Mark bucked so his cock slid in Nathaniel’s hand.
Smiling against his neck, Nathaniel stroked Mark’s cock firmly, nibbling on his ear. “You are perfect... Absolutely perfect...” and Nathaniel was so glad he made him.
Nathaniel’s words brushed Mark's ego just as his hand grasped Mark’s cock. "So good...." he moaned.
Panting harshly, wringing his cock out Nathaniel drove his into Mark, right against the tiny nub he could feel in his depths. Mark was practically squealing with delight at the pleasure of his nub being pounded and his cock being stroked and the phone rang in between his squeals of joy. Mark growled, "Fuck Remy!" under his breath.
Growling and hissing, Nathaniel said, “Ignore it...” and licked Mark’s neck and kept pounding him, but was losing his concentration from the ringing.
Mark squeezed his muscles around Nathaniel and Mark grabbed the phone, picked it up and moaned into it loudly, "Oh... Nathaniel... ah!!" and dropped it back into its cradle, then smiled at Nathaniel over his shoulder.
Laughing, which was hard because he was already panting pretty hard, Nathaniel pulled Mark against him and thrashed into him, licking his ear. “You're naughty...” Mark was surprised at how good those words made him feel and he relished them and bucked back against his lover.
"Thank you," he said and twisted so he could kiss Nathaniel. Moving him so Mark was laying on the couch, Nathaniel had him on his side, pressing him into the sofa, with his top leg bent to his chest. He rammed him enough to make the furniture squeak. “Mark...” he moaned and reached under his leg to pull his cock.
"Yes...." he whispered back and loved how hard Nathaniel was giving it to him. "More...that spot," he pleaded for Nathaniel to find his prostate again.
Shifting his hips so he hit him right there every time, he called out, “Pet... Come!!” He was so close, he didn’t doesn't want to come without him. A wordless cry echoed throughout the room as Mark's entire body stiffened, his balls drawing up to spill his seed out over the couch. His muscled clamped down over Nathaniel's shaft hard and Mark knew he was going to be sore for days.
Snarling hard against him, Nathaniel groaned loudly, coming in Mark’s butt, shooting his cream deep and rubbing it into his ass. "Oohhhh, Nathaniel..." he sighed out. "Thank you," he smiled at him. That felt wonderful. He clutched Nathaniel to him and wanted to just lay there on the couch until his muscles wanted to move again, but he wasn't sure they would both fit. “I'm not sure the couch was one of my brightest ideas," Mark smiled satedly.
Grinning, Nathaniel gently pulled out of his lover and rolled onto the floor, acting as a cushion for him to land on top of. With the wave of a hand, a fire roared to life in a fireplace, and Nathaniel held Mark close and caught his breath. Mark liked just laying on the floor with Nathaniel next to a roaring fire. He started to let his hands roam over Nathaniel and to feel the... almost unique texture of his smooth skin. He looked at the pale silveriness of it and seemed mesmerized.
Stroking Mark’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, Nathaniel thought Mark was the most magnificent thing he could've made, and cherished him. “I love you, Mark.”
Glancing up to Nathaniel's eyes, Mark smiled at him. He remembered wanting this man's affection when he first woke up... and now he had it. "I love you too, Nathaniel," he said and nuzzled his neck.
Smiling, Nathaniel stroked his hair, saying softly, with trepidation, “Maybe... Maybe we should start.... I was thinking it may not be too bad an idea to start, ah... Growing you a womb.” Quickly, he amended, “Just in case! I mean, if you would like...
If this works out with Remy... If you want.”
"Wh—what?" Mark said and looked up at Nathaniel. "Nathaniel... are you saying you want to... have kids with me?" His voice held a lot of fear, but he tried to conceal it in amusement.
“No! No, Mark, I just thought... Maybe in the future... In the... far, far away future, you might be...” He sighed. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”
Unable to even fathom the idea of children, Mark said, "Nathaniel... some day I might want kids, but... I'm not even two.... I guess I just... want to live some more before... taking a step like that," he said. He knew he liked the idea of kids some day in the future but that was too far away for him to even imagine right then. "I'm sorry I scared you," he tried to assure Nathaniel.
“No. I shouldn't have brought it up... It was... ridiculous of me...”
Mark hugged him and snuggled him. "You still have to see how it goes with Remy's, right?" he asked.
Stroking Mark’s arms, he said, “Yes, I suppose... I wonder if he is going to call back.”
"We should probably call him," Mark smirked at Nathaniel. "I think I probably scared him pretty good," he said with an evil grin.
Grinning, Nathaniel knew it took far more than that to scare Remy Le Beau. “You'd be surprised.” Sitting up, Nathaniel took the phone and dialed the mansion.
Remy was waiting by the phone, actually, had been slumped over next to it and answered it in a dull voice, "Xavier's."
Grinning, Nathaniel said, “Remy, did you, by chance, just call?”
"What ever gave y' dat idea?" Remy asked sarcastically.
Chuckling, he said, “I apologize. I trust you were calling about the womb?”
"Uh... yeah. I was. How goes it?" he asked.
“It's coming along beautifully... Whenever you have a week to spare, we should consider surgery.”
"A week?" he asked. "Dat all surgery? Couldn't y' just put it in me while I still got de ability to heal and then y' could insert the embryo wid a needle afterward?" Then he wouldn't have such a hard time with it.
“If you maintain your healing powers, they may destroy the womb,” he explained.
"Oh... I see. Okay. You gonna need some o' Logan's... y'know—seed?" he asked uncomfortably."
“Not yet. We're going to have to see how well your body adjusts to the intrusion.”
"Ah. Okay. But y' will eventually, right?"
“Yes, if it doesn't happen naturally.”
"N...naturally...? Am I not understandin' dis? Y' sayin' dat Logan can have sex wid me an' get me pregnant?" he had been under the impression that the child would need to be started in a tube and inserted inside him and that Remy's only real role would be as a blood supply.
“It's theoretically possible.”
The smile on Remy's face was a little goofy and he said, "I'm thinkin' I'll be down soon," he said. "I'll call y'," he said and figured he would have to go and run around the forest a little before heading back to the boathouse so he could get his elation under control.
“Very well... Take care, Gambit,” and Nathaniel hung up.
Remy did run around the forest and shout in order to get the energy out of his system. When he got back to the boathouse, Remy couldn't help but have a 'cat who ate the canary' grin on his face, but that was better than coming home and being unreachable with joy.
Raising eyebrows at him, Logan wondered what he was doing that made him lie to him... and that made him so happy. “Good news?”
"Oui... de Guild business worked out better dan I thought," he said, flashing teeth. It was more like clan business though, but his clan was part of the Guild, so it was still Guild business. He gathered Logan up in his arms and nuzzled his neck, then kissed him deeply. "Dieu, I love y', Logan," he said emphatically.
Then why're you lying to me? “Love you, too, Remy...” he said a little apprehensive.
Feeling Logan's apprehension, Remy leaned in to kiss him again and brushed comfort to him. "Love y' so much," and he felt like he couldn’t' stop saying it. Sighing happily, Remy hopped off to the kitchen to start the evening meal because he needed something to do. He was way too excited for his own good. Smirking, Remy started making rice that he would put in the gumbo he was going to make since they had gotten groceries recently with all the appropriate ingredients. He was cutting okra and sautéing sausage and humming to himself in the kitchen.
Looking over at Creed, Logan muttered, “You think he's butterin' me up?”
"I dunno, Logan...." he said looking at Remy like he might have just grown another head.
Leaning forward onto his knees, Logan held his head in his hands. “I think I need a vacation…”
"From him?" Theron asked with a smirk, never thinking he would hear the words. "Or from both of us?" he asked.
“From the stress....” he sighed. He thought being without the two of them would be stressful, just wanted a break.
"Yeah, sorry about all that,” Theron said and leaned over to hug Logan lightly. He would have offered Logan a massage, but his hands were not masseuse material.
Pressing back against his chest, Logan stroked Theron’s neck comfortingly. “You ain't the one stressin' me out...” You ain’t the one lyin’ to me.
"Logan, trust the kid. He'd never do anythin' ta hurt ya," Theron said, knowing it was true.
“That's not true. Lyin' hurts me, but he's doin' that anyway.”
Theron thought about that and sighed. "Do ya want ta confront him about it?" Theron asked. "'Cause that's yer only other option besides leavin' it alone or investigatin' what the hell he's up to."
Swallowing, Logan shook his head. “I don't wanna confront him. I want him ta tell me.”
Theron nodded. He didn't know what he could do about that one. Squeezing Logan's shoulder comfortingly, Theron was otherwise quiet while the Cajun could be heard in the background puttering in the kitchen.
Lifting the notebook they had been working on, Logan sighed. “At least we got a rough course schedule planned...”
Theron smiled. "Ya wanna practice yer speeches?" Theron asked, kind of teasing him.
“Not speeches, darlin', lectures...” and he smiled a little at the gentle jibe.
"Oh, oh, excuse me," he said leaning back on the couch. "Come on—let's hear some lecture," he smiled at Logan.
Grinning, Logan said, “Trust me... You don't want me ta lecture you.”
"Oh yeah? Why not?" Theron teased. "You're supposed ta test 'em out so ya don't bore yer students ta death—ya want 'em ta pass the class," Theron jabbed with a smirk.
“Bein' bored ta death builds character.”
Theron chuckled and wanted to reach out to tickle Logan but refrained for fear of hurting him as opposed to tickling him. "Ya'll be a great teacher," he said sarcastically instead.
Offhandedly, Logan remarked, “I could teach you a thing 'er two.”
"About history? Who has alla his memory, hunh?" Theron challenged.
“Not about history, smart guy.”
"Oh yeah?" he challenged again. "About what, then? You gonna teach me a lesson? Come on, runt, bring it on!"
“Who you callin' ‘runt,’ you thyroidal nightmare!” He leapt on Theron and thought he was going to break the sofa one of these days, but grappled with him anyway, claws in.
Theron growled and batted at Logan, wresting with him in the old way. "You gonna try ta teach me about insults, little man, 'cause yers could use some work," he laughed and tried to pin Logan to the floor after falling off the couch.
Hearing the clatter in the living room, Remy went out to check the ferals and saw them wresting on the ground and saw that Logan's claws were in, so he wasn't being serious. Smiling to himself, he went back into the kitchen to continue working on dinner.
Hmm... what went well with gumbo...?
“Like yer one ta talk, ya one-jibe wonder...” and he managed to flip over under Theron and get his legs around his ribs to squeeze the breath out of him.
Theron's breath was squeezed out of him and he tried not to laugh in the process. "I only use that 'cuase yer so fuckin' sensative about it," he said when he had struggled air back into him. "After two thousand years o' progress in hair maintenance, ya'd think you'd finally find somethin' that didn't look ridiculous," he quipped and tried to get some leverage to get out from Logan’s hold.
“Oh, you shit!” and he lunged up and got him in a fine choke hold, biting down on his neck.
"Gah! You wanna step this up, ya little blind bat?" he choked out bucking under Logan.
Licking where he bit him, Logan admonished, “You'll break somethin', ya big, dumb ox...” Keeping Theron in his hold, Logan wanted to see him try to break it.
Getting his chin into the nook of Logan’s elbow, Theron finagled some breath and from there it was easy to push his arms off of him as they slid up the sides of his face. With a triumphant cry, Theron escaped the hold and tried to put Logan into a lock based mostly on his weight, but that locked up his arms and one leg in the process.
“Shit...” he muttered, staying underneath him, pretty impressed with his speed. He could probably get out of this if he wanted to, but... well, it felt really fucking nice and he was so gorgeous, all chuffed and triumphant. Logan gazed up at him.
"Awe... I took all the fight outta you," he smirked and leaned down to kiss Logan, still pinning him to the ground firmly.
Kissing him, Logan felt his heart pick up and his cock do the same, using his hips to get the leverage he needed to wriggle out from under him and leapt on his back somewhat ineffectively. He just wanted to get on him.
"Oh, what's this—the last stand?" he asked feeling like he already won. Logan’s spurt of fight made him chuckle. Finding Theron’s ticklish spots Logan drove straight for them, knowing just how they needed to be touched to set them off.
"Gah!" Theron shouted. "Not fair!" Logan knew he couldn't retaliate from the position he was in if he didn’t want to hurt him. He could only tickle Logan with his nose.
Grinning, Logan had him right where he wanted him. “Say uncle!”
"Yer shittin' me!" he shouted and chuckled as Logan got his ribs again good. "No way!"
Licking up his neck, Logan was relentless in his tickling. “C'mon, say uncle!! I gotcha, old man!”
"Logan!" he chuckled. Logan was a monkey's uncle if he thought Theron was going to shout something as submissive as that.
Nibbling on his ear, Logan purred. “Say uncle an' I'll let ya fuck me ‘til ya pass out...”
"Oh, gods, uncle," Theron said without pause and tried to twist over in Logan's grasp. That just sounded too sexy to possibly turndown.
Letting him go so he could wriggle freely, Logan was grinning victoriously. “I win.”
After wriggling free, Theron crawled to Logan on his hands and knees, then looked up at him demurely. "Yeah, you win," he said batting his eyelashes. It was actually pretty silly behavior considering his bulk.
Laughing at him, Logan said, “C'mere, ya big goon!” He pulled Theron down on top of him into a deep, wet kiss. Theron let his tongue slide into Logan's mouth, loving the way he was welcomed in and the sharp teeth that met his tongue. He nipped at Logan's tongue playfully. Grunting, Logan wasn't expecting that and he nipped at Theron’s lips, but otherwise kept the kiss gentle, legs loosely cradling him.
Yeah, this was the good life. Theron felt more relaxed than he had in a long time and he wanted to just melt with joy. Stroking his fingers through Theron’s hair, Logan worked out the tangles, purring contentedly under his touch, thankful for these few moments when he was not obsessing over whether or not the world was going to come crashing down around him.
In the kitchen, Remy relished in the feelings of contentedness that surrounded his lover. They matched his own pretty well... although Remy's was a little less peaceful than Logan's and more excited. A shiver ran up his spine and he had to quell the sensation.
Loving these wet, deep kisses with Theron, Logan decided that he needed more making out like a teenager on the living room floor in his life and stroked his hand across Creed's broad shoulders, just enjoying the expansiveness of them. Theron let his hand stroke down Logan's side, his claws snagging in his clothes occasionally, but Theron tried not to chuckle at the hilarity of his predicament. He wanted those claws gone more and more as each day passed and they got in the way.
Grinning, Logan could feel him stifling a laugh. “What?”
"I'm really startin' ta want these annoying things gone," he said holding up his clawed fingers for Logan to see.
Touching them, Logan asked, “Why? Ya worked real hard ta get 'em...”
Theron growled at Logan, baring his teeth, his eyes hard. What did Logan mean by that? Was that some sort of jab at his lack of foresight fifty years ago?
“Hey...” he said stroking a hand down his cheek, “I ain't ridin' ya, I'm just sayin'...”
"What are ya sayin'?" he asked angrily, and peripherally he was amazed at how quickly his entire mood could change 180 degrees.
Lifting himself up to his elbows, Logan snarled back at him. “I'm sayin' ya stayed in that slaughterhouse ta get 'um, they musta been worth a helluva lot ta you!” Using his knee to push him off to the side, Logan got out from under him, teeth clenched in aggravation. Getting up, Logan marched to the garage.
Theron had hoped that what Logan was saying wouldn't be a jab, but it was. A big one. What was he supposed to do about the things he did in the past anyway? Was he supposed to pay for his crimes? If he did that, he'd be going to the Feds and getting chopped into so many little pieces that nobody would recognize him as a human being any more. Was he supposed to be an X-Man like Logan? Like Cyke would let him near the students or his x-feebes anyway.
Grousing to himself, he scratched at the hard-wood floor, letting Logan go. What—did Logan think that because he got to keep his memories that he had wanted this any more than Logan had? That was a load of horse shit!
It hadn’t been a jab, Logan insisted to himself. Logan didn't mean it like that, and he slammed the garage door behind him and violently got out his tools, and went to work on an old engine he found for making a new bike. He ended up chucking a few wrenches at the far wall... He had one lover that was always picking fights and another that lied to him.
He was pretty sure the two of you were together right now, commiserating over what a shit he was and gazing fondly into each other's eyes... Remy was probably playing with Creed's large hands and giving him that insanely gorgeous half smile of his and then Creed would pull him into his lap and hold him with his strong arms... Wincing like he’d been hit in the guts, Logan could just see it happening all too easily and he stabbed at the workbench a little with a screwdriver.
Biting his lip, Remy peeked around the corner at Theron at the shouting. He didn't look good, pouting all alone there. He didn't know what he could say though. Stepping up to him, he leaned down to put his arms around the man sitting on the floor. "I'm sure Logan din' mean t' upset y', Therr," he said gently.
"Yeah, well, yer lyin' to him ain't makin' him in a better mood ta start," he grumbled.
"Lyin'? Who's lyin'? What'd I say?" he asked, offended.
"Yer hidin' somethin' up them looong sleeves o' yours an' he's spooked," he bit out and Remy leaned away from him.
"He said dat? Dat I was hidin' somethin'?"
"Said ya weren't leavin' on Guild business when ya left. Ya know he can feel that shit, right?" he asked, looking at Remy like he might be stupid.
"I did leave on Guild business, tanks fer de vote o' confidence," he said and stood up. "But now I tink I'm jus' gon' go ta get away from everybody's pissy attitudes," he said and headed toward the door. The gombo would need to stew for several hours still, so he wasn’t worried about it. Remy was out the door a moment later with his duster over his shoulders. He went to call Nathaniel.
Throwing the screwdriver at the garage door, Logan watched it lodge into the wood and vibrate. Huffing Logan lifted himself onto the work bench and looked at his hands between his knees.
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