Part 6     Figuring It Out

 

Remy woke up with the sun in his eye and feeling like he would hurt himself if he slept any longer.  His back was sore and he wanted out of a horizontal position.  Rolling out of bed, he made his way downstairs to find a decent meal.

Arguing with Alex in the Game Room about battle tactics, Logan was playing the age card on him.  Alex was getting very frustrated.

Remy was passing within close proximity to the room, but hadn't been headed there when he felt the brush of an unfamiliar feeling.  He checked his shields quickly and sure enough, they were open and attuned to one person.  He glanced at whose mental signature it was and smiled.  Now who else would it be, y' dumb Cajun? he asked himself.

Alex saw Remy in the hall and thought of him as an escape from Logan's browbeating.  “Remy!!  Remy, good to see you up!  How are you feeling?”

Logan huffed.  “Alex, I told ya the kid won't be good for another week!”

"I'm doin' much better, Alex, thanks.  How goes de team?" he asked casually.  And technically, he thought Scott had given Emma control over when he was or was not to be back on the duty roster so it was really up to her.  Logan admitted that he was just being over protective.

Alex was just trying to get away from Logan.  “Fine, I suppose...”  Except you're out, Logan's an asshole and Rogue is inconsolable, he added to himself.

"Dat don' sound like too convinced of a leader dere.  Y' sure everythin's all right?  I could try an’ speed up m' recovery," he smiled at Alex, but knew it was out of his hands almost entirely.

Alex grinned at him.  “No, no, Remy, things are perfectly under control... Except for this whole thing with Rogue,” he finally said with his arms crossed and he looked at Remy.  “Is everything going to be all right there?”

Logan leaned in the doorway, scratching his tufted hair and watched Remy.

"Dat depends on her, don' it?" he asked, trying to keep himself away from the situation.  But... he really was not able to since he was in this situation up to his neck.

“No.  It's up to the both of you.  And I'd really appreciate it if you two figured it out sooner than later.  We want to know if we're going to have to switch some people around on teams because of it,” Alex explained.

Remy nodded, sighing at the floor.  He supposed he'd have to find Rogue after he got some food in him because he still felt a little drained when he thought about addressing the issue with Rogue.  He wasn't looking forward to it and was hoping that he didn't 'freak out,' as Logan put it, again.

Alex put a hand on his shoulder.  “Thanks, Remy...  I know you're not feeling well, but this is just something that needs to be done.”  He gave his shoulder a squeeze and hurried out before Logan could nab him again.

Logan looked at him.  “How ya feelin’?”

"Like I wanna curl up n' die, run away f'ever, or just ignore her ‘til de end of time."  He really didn't want to face this issue.  "You?" he asked casually.

Sighing, he folded Remy close against him.  “I know it's rough, Remy, but I agree with Alex... on this at least....  The sooner you get this over with, the better... She's just gonna get madder and madder until you face her.”

Remy moaned.  "I know.  I'll go talk to her.  After breakfast," he put off.  He plodded off to go get something in his stomach and wished that he could just get away from the whole issue.  It made his stomach sink and turn and he knew it wasn't good for it.  He decided to get some coffee and try to keep that down, and maybe, if he had stomach for it, he could eat something and try and find Rogue.  God, she was going to be mad.

“Y' want some eggs er somethin?” Logan asked, following him into the kitchen.  “I ain' no cook, but I do know what's good fer a wobbly stomach.”

"How did y—Non!  Logan—how did you know my stomach was upset?" he asked in a mixture of anger and fear.

Shrugging, wondering why he smelled so funny, he said, “Cause you're gonna talk t' Rogue, later...  Thought that'd put anyone's stomach off.”  He furrowed his brow.  “What're you so skittish about?”

"It's jus... I thought dat since... I could feel y' earlier dat I was leakin' all over de place.  Sorry.  Jus' nervous 'bout dis whole 'new power' ting."  He sat at the teachers dining table feeling a little shaky.

Grunting, Logan said, “Huh.”  He waffled.  “You want me ta leave you alone, then?”

"Non, I jus'... I'm not used t' dis yet.  If I let go I can feel tings aroun' me dat ain' never been dere before... not out in de open like dis."  He sounded like he wanted to expound.

Getting out a pan and some eggs, Logan planed to making him some.  He was going to make him eat them.  “Yeah?” he said inviting him to expound at will.

"I used t'... when I got intimate wit' people, I'd open up like dat—like I did wit y' last night.  But dere was never anybody else around an' now I jus' walk down de hall an' I can feel tings and recognize 'em.  It's really weird.  I'm afraid dat I'm pryin' in where I don' belong," he admitted.

Smirking, Logan said, “I member when I first met Jeannie, she was like that...  She was always talkin’ about how guilty she felt when she came across a stray thought.  She wanted to just stay in her room with her pillows over her head.”  He grinned, remembering her.  He was so in love with her.  “But she also said it made her so much more tolerant...  All the people she really admired had human thoughts and human problems...  She never looked at the Professor the same way after she heard him thinking about how sexy she was, but she still respected and loved him in spite of it.”  Pointing the spatula at him, he said, “And don't you tell anybody I told you that.  Where was I?  Oh!  Yeah. You should talk to Emma 'bout it,” he finished and went back to the eggs.

"I don' wanna have ta deal wit' dis, Logan," he said quietly.  Feel like I learn more from you dan from Emma, he thought.  "It's one ting t' be able t' be closer t' someone because of a power, but it's anoder t' spy on 'em.  I was never meant to see any o' dese tings.  Dis mornin' walkin' down de hall I felt so confused, and angry, and hot and cold—god, passin' by Bobby's like walkin' trough a freezer upside down!"  He sounded upset.  "I didn' want dis power in de first place.  I already had enough to deal wit!  Blowin' people up, havin' weird eyes...." he sounded like he might crack again.

“Hey,” Logan took the eggs off the heat and knelt down next to him, stroking his hair.  “I know what it's like...  God, I can smell where people have been, who they've been talking to.  I can tell when they're lying, when they're horny, when they're just about to fart and how embarrassed they are after when they try to hide it...  Come on, Remy...  I can tell you without even getting’ outta bed who's on her period and who isn't...  But you'll get used to it...  You'll get it under control, so long as yer patient with yerself...  C'mere….” he said and pulled Remy’s head against his shoulder.

Remy hugged Logan tightly.  "Tanks, Logan...." 

Licking his neck, he said, “Now let me get ta these eggs.”  He got up and went over to the stove again to finish Remy’s breakfast.

Remy tried to build up the shields around his mind better as Logan distanced himself.  He felt like his head was constantly spinning since the... incident.  Except for when he was inside Logan's mind, listening to his emotions.  He drew on that memory to calm his rapidly beating heart.  Trying to relax, he took a leisurely approach to thinking about how he was going to phrase everything to Rogue.

Rogue found her way into the kitchen looking like she had been up all night.  She smiled meekly at Gambit and sat down across from him.  "Mornin'," she said quietly and Remy stared at her, unable to believe that she wasn't mad as hell.

Logan could hear and sense that little spike in his heartbeat and casually looked over at Remy to see if everything was all right before dishing out a spicy omelet, and setting it before him.  Logan looked over at Rogue when she came in.  “Hiya....”

Remy had to close his eyes in order to keep his train of thought from derailing.  Her presence was a stimulus he wasn't ready for.  She was quiet, except to say hello back to Logan and Remy was grateful. 

Wanting to lick Remy again to fortify him, Logan suspected that would be a really bad move in front of Rogue.  “Eat, Remy,” he said and strode to the door.  “I'll leave you two alone...”

She seemed to wait patiently to talk to him because she wasn't going about getting breakfast or anything.  The plate was set in front of Remy and he wasn't comfortable being pretty much alone with her, but tried concentrating on eating anyway.  Logan had asked him to after all.

Going out in the hall, Logan didn’t know what to do.  He wanted to stay nearby though in case things got out of hand.

"Emma... told me what happened, Remy."  Remy paused in the middle of a bite and finished it before tackling this conversation.

"What'd she tell you?" he asked specifically.

Warding people away from the kitchen with his ears sharp, Logan was trying to not spy... all right, he was listening in a little.

"She told me about the psi-blast that you let out last week," she explained. 

"Yeah?" he prodded.

"So... you're an empath?" she asked.

Logan started pacing, a little nervous, wondering how much Remy was going to spill.

"Guess so," he said noncommittally.

"Why didn't cha say anythin'?" she asked, nearly accusatorily.

Logan felt he really shouldn't be spying.  This was bad; he really shouldn't.

"I didn't know how strong it was.  It was jus' a feelin' I got sometimes, nothin' big.  I didn' want to explore it," he said in his defense.

Shouldn't be here, Logan thought as he walked around the halls a little bit, but ended up right outside the kitchen door again.

"Okay, Remy.  Ah understand," she said gently, seeing the he was starting to get agitated and having been given strict orders not to upset him.  "Was that why y' left me that note?" she asked.

Glaring at all the kids who were giving him funny looks, Logan paused by the kitchen again.

Remy felt that would have been a nice excuse, but couldn't see the argument behind it, so decided to tell the truth instead.  "Non.  I... I just can't keep goin' like dis, Anna.  Please, just... accept it?" he asked.

Logan couldn’t help it; he wanted to hear this part.  He got up against the wall.

"You want me t' just accept that you're leavin' me and do nothin'?" she asked nearing anger.  "After all the time we spent together?  After all we shared?  After all we worked, you're just gonna let it go?!" 

Wincing, but really not able to blame her either, Logan knew he couldn't deal with it if Remy just dropped him outta the blue like that.  He suddenly had a quick spasm of hurt in the heart-area.

"I admit dat it was... really good—bein' wit' y', Anna.  I was willin' t' wait, at first.  And when we could touch, I was de happiest man alive.  I got what I had waited so long for.  It really hurt when we couldn't touch anymore, Anna.  A lot.  I don' wanna have dat hurt any more."  He stopped short.  Was that what gave him the crack in his shields?

Bowing his head a little, Logan thought again how he really shouldn't be listening to this.  He finally got a grip and moved off into the Danger Room to help Alex with that program he said he was going to be working on.

"I don't expect y' t' jus' feel like nothin' happened.  I'm askin' y' t' let me go m'own way... an' be okay wit it.  I'm goin' m'own way wheder y' like it or not, but it would make tings easier on m' if you were... not so upset all de time."

Rogue listened to him and felt crushed.  Remy scrambled to keep as much shielding around his mind as possible, trying to keep from feeling the claustrophobia of Rogue’s situation.  He was relieved when she finally left though she didn’t say much on her way out.  Really, what was there to say?

Alex was a bit flummoxed that Wolverine was being quiet and helpful after the tongue-lashing and dressing down Alex got this morning.

            Remy had another appointment with Emma after his conversation with Rogue and went to practice his shield building techniques with her.  It was only an hour of his day though.

Trying out Alex's new program, tearing through robots, he was trying to not think about what might be going on between Remy and Rogue.  Oh, god, what if they get back together!  No, don't think about that, just fight the robots, he growled to himself.  Logan had been in the Danger Room for hours and Alex was tempted to put Danger Room settings on high, but, hey... he wasn’t evil like his older brother.

 

 

Technically off duty, Remy didn't have much to do except to have his meetings with Emma. She gave him 'homework,' but he wasn't comfortable practicing on anybody but Logan as of yet. He would have to wait until Logan was around. Remy went to the weight room to exercise since it had been a week or two.

Rogue had been kind enough to agree not to get in his face about anything and he appreciated it. It would give him the space he needed.

Logan came out of the Danger Room, bloody, sweaty, bruised all over and grinning and drooling like a mad dog.  He made his way to the locker room while his ligaments repaired over the adamantium.

Remy saw Logan walk into the adjoining locker room and smiled at him as he passed. He looked good for being all sweaty.  Remy only had a light sheen of sweat over his skin as he had only been working out for about an hour.  Letting down the weights, he went in to see what Logan was up to. He hoped that he wasn't getting on the man's nerves, but he would cross that bridge if he came to it.

Stripping down and turning on one of the showers full blast and hot as hell, he stood with his face in it for a while.

Remy walked in on Logan as he was turning the water on and Remy's eyes widened at the image. Smiling to himself, he went up behind Logan to see if he could sneak up on him. He probably wouldn't be able to, but he was a thief and the water was making enough noise to cover up his approach. He just needed to be aware of where his shadow was in the room and how much Logan could see.

Lowering his head a bit, he gave a soft growl, but that was all Remy got before Logan grabbed his wrist and flung him in front of him, pushing him up hard against the wet wall of the shower.  Snarling, he was still in primal robot-killing mode.

Remy had done his best to creep up on Logan, but hadn’t succeeded, being pressed up against the wall, water spraying on him. He was in some ratty clothes so he didn’t care.  Remy smiled at Logan even though he had total control of the situation. He looked so hot like that and it reminded Remy of the time they had sex up in his cabin. It also made his body very interested. He wasn't sure whether Logan could smell it through the water, but Remy certainly felt it.

Logan could smell it.  Oh, sweet lord almighty, he could smell it.  He looked at Remy unflinchingly with those dangerous, piercing blue eyes and began the impossible battle of trying to resist him, growling at him a little, trying to get control.  He came closer to sniff at Remy’s neck.  Remy had been showering with the unscented stuff when he got the chance to and so most traces of the stuff Logan didn't like was gone.  He leaned his head toward Logan asking for a kiss.

Logan’s exposed cock was getting hard and ready for him, but Logan was still struggling like a mother fucker.  He managed to unclench his fists from Remy’s shirt and grip into the wall on either side of his head.  “Run, Remy...”

"What?" he asked worriedly at the warning in his voice.  He didn't move.

His voice tinged very much with a growl of warning, he hissed through gritted teeth.  “Run, Remy... Get out....”

Remy's hand moved up to Logan's face. "Logan... I'm not afraid of you," he said softly.

Bearing his teeth at him, he struggled for some semblance of control.  He was not going to rape him again even if he had to cut his own goddamn throat to stop it.  “You should be,” he growled grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and hauling him out of the locker room.  He threw him into the hall and slammed the door behind him.

Wet and hot, Remy stood in the middle of the hallway. That was... weird. He couldn't really remember a time when he'd been refused so—forcefully. He figured that he had just pushed Logan too far too fast. After all, they weren't actually dating yet. Sighing, Remy went upstairs to his room to change after taking a real shower.

Down in the locker room, Logan went into one of the single shower stalls and had a ferocious wank off session.  Afterward, he prowled around in the shower, trying to come back to himself, grumbling and digging long scratch marks into the tiles with his claws.

Remy tried to make himself scarce for the rest of the day, wanting to give Logan some space. It really was a bad move on his part to accept the attention Logan was inadvertently giving him. He had to remind himself that they were on the uber-slow track. Sighing, he thought it would make snails look fast.

Logan finally came back to himself, instead of being some raging man beast. He got out of the shower and got dressed, heading straight to Remy's room and banged on the door.  It was time for a talk.

Remy wasn't expecting a house-call and looked at the door perplexed.  Tentatively, he lowered his new shields and found Logan's mental signature beyond with an angry feel to it. That wasn't good. Gingerly, he opened the door for Logan and asked, "Oui?"

Muscling his way in, Logan shut the door behind him, and very curtly said, “If yer gonna come onta me, that's fine, but never when I'm in that state and you never test me like that again, y' hear!? When I tell ya ta git, you git!”

Remy was taken aback by Logan's aggressive attitude. "What... state were y' in, Logan?"  Remy asked perplexed.  He hadn't opened his shields to him and so he couldn't have gauged his mental state.

“You know what state, Cajun!”  That... animal state, he thought to himself. “An' I’da thought if anyone knew better than ta tease me like that, ita’ been you!”  Logan remembered very vividly what happened last time.

Remy blinked rapidly trying to figure out what Logan was telling him. "I don' get it. So if you're aroused I can' come ont' you? What sense does dat make? I won' test y' again, dough, Logan. I'm sorry f' not doin' as y' asked. But, calm down a sec and tell me what y' so mad about."

“Remy... dammit... I was bound ta rape you again! Izzat what y' want!?”

Remy's eyes softened in a compassionate smile. "Non, Logan. I don' wan' dat." His voice was soothing as he said, "Eventually, I'd like y' t' make love t' me sweetly, but neider one of us is ready f' dat. I'm sorry dat I scared y', an’ dat I wouldn't leave when y' asked. I couldn't tell what y' mental state was. I'll know to look out for it in de future." He looked Logan in his eyes trying to assess the man without his empathy. "Y' okay?"

Logan looked at him very closely, his heart exploding for him.  He wanted to make love to him, too.  He reached out and stroked his cheek, gazing at him a moment before snapping out of it.  “Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine... How'd it go with Rogue?”

Remy's expression changed into what looked like a cringe. "She gon' leave me alone. She certainly ain' happy, but she'll live. She'll move on an actually find somebody she can touch wit' her powers or not, y' know?  Like Joseph."

Nodding, he said, “Yeah.”  He hated to be egocentric, but asked, “Did she ask about our kiss?”

Remy shook his head. "She seemed pretty absorbed in tryn' t' get me t' stay."

Nodding, he sat down on the bed.  “Well, good... I thought there were going to be explosions.”

"She was less worried about what broke us up when I was firm dat we should. She might be mad later, but let her."

He nodded again.  “How was your session with Emma?”

"Pretty good. I'm learnin' new tings all de time. I actually tink Emma might have warned Rogue about gettin' me upset right now. It was a good ting she did 'cause if Rogue had blown up, I don' know what I'd have done."  He was looking at the floor wondering how much he could handle. He could feel himself becoming less fragile, but it was slow going.  "I don' know when I'm gon' be combat ready wit dis damn ting, but Emma seems t' tink I will be.  I don' like de idea of fightin' wit it, dough," he muttered.

“Y'll be fine, Remy, I know it.”  He put a finger in Remy’s belt loop and pulled him close. “Alex won’t make ya operative ‘til yer sure yer ready.”

"I'm sure he won'. I ain' sure Emma will dough." She seemed to think she was more of an authority on his powers than he was.  Remy looked down at Logan and smiled at him.

Smiling back up at him, he said, “Ya know what you need?”

A good fuck? Remy smiled slyly at his thought, but wouldn't share that with Logan. Not after what just happened. "What d' you tink I need?"

“A good rub down.”  He was going to say 'minature golf' but thought this would be sexier.

Close enough! Remy proclaimed in his thoughts. "I'd love dat, Logan," and he leaned down to kiss him slowly on the lips.  Kissing back wetly, he cradled his face, and pull Remy atop him.

Remy clutched at Logan's shirt, falling into the kiss as well as onto Logan. He moaned softly at the sweet kiss, letting his tongue caress Logan's lips asking for entrance into his mouth.  Logan let him in, sucking on his tongue and stroking down his back.  He knew there was no real definition to their relationship, but Lord, he enjoyed kissing him.  Remy whimpered at Logan's suction and stroked his tongue and touched the tips of his teeth, exploring his mouth thoroughly when Logan finally let it free.

Growling into his mouth, he tilted his head to kiss him deeper and cradled the back of his head like he was drinking from the most precious cup. Loving the way Logan was touching him, Remy couldn't get enough of him. He was such a great kisser!  Remy's hands started to go exploring and he hoped that Logan wouldn't stop him soon.

Lifting his knee up between Remy’s legs, he rested his foot on the bed, letting his fingers tangle in his long hair.  Logan purred.  Breathing in sharply through his nose, never breaking the kiss, Remy was electrified by Logan's leg pressing up into his crotch. Remy's fingers found their way up under Logan's shirt and he teased his nipples there. The little nubs hardened and Remy loved the way Logan's fingers tightened in his hair.

Logan’s purr turned back into a growl and he lifted the back of Remy’s shirt and rubbed the small of his back, sometimes letting his fingers dip down below his waistband to caress the swell of his bottom, but nothing further.  They were making out with each other like teenagers.

The feel of Logan's hands on his ass was making Remy's cock so hard that he was sure that Logan could feel it through both their jeans. He couldn't help it and ground against Logan's hips, feeling his cock underneath the cloth as well.  So… good...! the barely coherent thought passed through his sensation-filled brain.

Panting and huffing, Logan could feel himself about to dive over the precipice from casual necking to serious, bed squeaking love fest.  “Whoa... Slow down...”

Remy came to his senses and broke away from Logan. "Oh... dèsole," he said, swallowing. He didn't mean for it to get out of hand, but he did feel like he was rediscovering something special with Logan.

With his hand still on Remy’s back, he wouldn’t let him go, but definitely needed a step back.  “S' okay,” he said trying to catch his breath.  He pulled him down and bit his neck as some sort of primitive mark.

"Ah!" Remy cried in enjoyment. It was just on the edge of painful and it made his manhood throb.  Too bad if I do dat to you de marks won' stay, he quipped to himself.  He smiled as Logan marked him and Remy pressed himself up against him fully—offering himself.

Logan started to gently lick where he bit to calm the angry red of Remy’s skin, stroking away the pain.  He grunted at the wiggly Cajun.  “Dammit, kid, I'm old, I shouldn't be springin’ back so fast no more.”   He just had a mighty wank in the shower, but his stupid healing factor made him as virile as a 17 year old boy.

"Y' gotta be able t' keep up wit me, 'member?" Remy cracked.

Grinning, Logan chuckled at him and stroked his face.  “So, what are we going to do now? Seems we're in a bit of a spot...”  He noticed they were both hard and throbbing.  Remy's throat worked, as if he were trying to get something to come out.

"Would y'... please—let me suck on y'?" he asked shyly. He really had wanted to taste Logan for a while now and knew that it was a big step, but hoped that he would allow him to. It made him steam just to think about it.

Breath picking up again, Logan’s large chest heaved at the thought of Remy’s perfect mouth down there.  “An' whadabout you?”

"Logan' I might cum jus' tinkin' 'bout it. If I don' finish dough... y' could help me wit it if y' wan'," he offered.

Nodding, Logan’s heart thumped powerfully.  “Yeah... Yeah, all right...”  He stole one last kiss from him, his hands traveling over Remy’s back and shoulders.  Remy smiled devilishly up at Logan and slid down his body after the kiss was broken, unbuttoning his jeans. He slid the zipper down, and didn't break eye contact with Logan until he slid Logan's pants down his hips to expose his beautiful shaft, uncut of course, and furry balls. Remy was drooling already and he licked teasingly at his head.

Grunting, he lifted himself up on his elbows to see him.  He was so turned on by those freaky red eyes of his, and couldn’t resist touching him.  He stroked his cheek and growled at the sight of his pink tongue.  “God, Remy...”  He swore his cock must be neon red, it felt so hot.

Sliding his tongue over the slit where precome was leaking, he sank his mouth onto it and sucked in just the top. "Mmmm," Remy moaned. He tasted wonderful!  Remy tried to keep eye contact with Logan as much as possible, but soon, he closed is eyes in ecstasy and sank lower on Logan’s pole. Swirling his tongue around inside his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, twisting on the way up and back down, fondling his balls, Remy made love to Logan's manhood.

Logan started trembling and gently lifted his hips up to Remy’s lovely, wonderful lips.  He reached down and sunk his fingers in his hair, grumbling nonsensically and shuddering in pleasure.  “Remy...”

Remy was so hot at Logan's reaction that he was making his boxers wet with precome. He wanted to open up his new shields to see what Logan was feeling, but wasn't sure if it would be all right. He slowed his ministrations and came up, kissing Logan's head in brief parting. "Logan... would y' mind... if I—my shields?" he asked shyly, not sure of how comfortable Logan would be with that.

Splayed back, Logan couldn't hold himself up anymore.  He groaned, “Yeah... Yeah,” feeling pretty blissed out.  He felt completely at home in his mouth.  His cock missed him already.

Remy's mouth was back in a heartbeat and his mind opened, focusing on Logan, shielding him from the rest of the world. Remy shuddered and groaned at not only Logan's emotions, but he could actually physically feel what Logan was feeling. He remembered getting insight into what his lovers wanted when his shields had been at their former strength, but this way surpassed anything he had ever felt before. Taking Logan into him completely, Remy reached down and freed himself from his pants, letting his cock bob free. He would be leaking all over the place now, but he didn't care. His hips undulated as he sucked on Logan's dick. Logan's emotions were no small part of the equation either and he reveled in them; it was like swimming through silk the way he was feeling now.

Logan could only huff and lift his hips, snarling and grinding his teeth.  His heart felt like there was just too much blood flooding his body.  He managed to keep stroking his hair and just the sight of seeing him down there was sexy enough, but god, his mouth felt like wet velvet and he was so fucking gorgeous.  “Remy...”  Trembling, he though he could be getting very close.

Remy decided that he was going to experiment with Logan. He took his own arousal and pleasure, bundled it up and sent it over to Logan's mind and unwrapped it there to settle the gift in his perceptions. The process took some concentration, but Remy's mouth nearly operated separately from his brain at that point—at least the part of his brain that was needed for the empathic experiment. When Remy's emotions reached Logan, they were like waves of pleasure and passion and he watched Logan's reaction to them with interest.

Logan went ridged, feeling the pleasure and desire blossom inside him beyond what he had ever experienced, beyond what he even supposed he was capable of.  His mind reeled off in ecstasy but his body couldn’t take it and he orgasmed with a mean roar, too far gone to even give Remy a warning.  “REMY!!”  Geysering into his mouth in long, wet streaks, Logan trembled as his orgasm wracked through him.

Remy was unprepared for the explosion of both mind and body and was made dizzy with the sheer power of the emotions flowing back into his mind. It was like a great loop, him feeding the orgasm and the orgasm bowling him over. He didn't even have enough wherewithal to swallow all of Logan's projection and a lot of it came spilling out the sides of his mouth. The sensations were so powerful and so good that Remy was moaning around Logan's cock as loudly as Logan was shouting. Remy was shuddering by the time he came back to himself, realizing that he had come just as fiercely as Logan had, with just about as much of a mess.  Trembling, Remy crawled up into Logan's arms, asking to be held.

Crushing Remy to him with strong arms as if he was the only stable thing in his world right now, Logan pawed at his pants and licked up the mess on his face.  He could smell that Remy came, and now it was time to clean him up.  He nipped at his chest through his shirt and gave his spent cock a tongue bath.

"Ah! Ah, ah, ah, Logan... dat's so sensitive, ooohh," he moaned. He couldn't decide whether he liked it or couldn't take it.

Going to his groin, he cleaned him up there, pulling away the pants that covered him and striped him bare before crawling up him again and giving him wet kisses.  He was purring against his lips.  Remy moaned and kissed back, the mingling of tongues and cum aftertaste making him quiver.

Stroking him all over, Logan nuzzled him a little, taking his thigh and draping it over his hip just because that was how it should be.  He was still trembling a little after that powerful orgasm, and finally managed a word.  “Remy...”

Remy sighed deeply. "Logan. Mmmmm," and he snuggled into his chest. "Aishiteru," he said knowing more than ever how much that was true. [Japanese for I love you.]

Growling softly, Logan nuzzled his neck.  “Christ, Remy...” he said kissing his jaw.  “Think I might love you, too...”  Oh, god, I shouldn't have said that, he thought as he sat up really fast, realizing all his self-defense mechanisms had failed.  Shit.

Remy started trembling more than he had been. Really? he asked Logan, in his own mind though. He wasn't a telepath. Because their minds were so intertwined, Remy's own disbelief and shock at the statement showed through to Logan. He also saw the recoil when Logan was having second thoughts about it. Remy was getting scared and Logan could perceive it, still having the boy in his head. Remy wasn't really aware of all the information that was passing between them, so a lot leaked past his open mind on accident.

Looking down, Logan couldn’t tell if that was him or Remy.  He was really confused.  He held his head.  “Remy, what're ya doin’, kid?” he asked beginning to think this was a bad idea.  He had no idea what to do with him, but didn’t want him scared.  “Hey, c'mere, it's okay...” he said collecting him up in his arms, holding him against his chest.

Remy withdrew from Logan's mind and tried to gather himself and put his shields back up. He didn't see anything wrong with what they had done and he didn't know why Logan seemed to. "Logan... I don' understan'...." he muttered. "I thought... I thought dis was okay?  I didn' hurt y', did I?" he asked quietly.

Pulling Remy into his lap, he stroked his hair.  “Yeah... Yeah, I know it's...”  He sighed and nuzzles Remy’s forehead.  “This is just bad timing, ya know?”  He was so freakin’ addicted to him, though.  “No, I'm not hurt.”  Just overwhelmed, but he couldn’t help but smile a little.  “That was fuckin' incredible...”

Remy smiled in relief and sighed.  "I'm glad y' not hurt.  What about de timin' was bad? I'll try t' get it better next time," he winked at Logan, knowing that there wasn't going to be much he could do about the sort of timing he was talking about.

Chuckling at Remy, he rested his hand on Remy’s naked thigh.  “That's not the timin' I meant.  That timing was my fault.  I seemed to have lost control of my ability to give warning.”

"Oh, I knew you were comin’," he assured.

“Oh? Well, then maybe ya shoulda warned me,” he grinned.  He really had not been prepared for that mind-pleasure bomb Remy planted. He looked down at Remy.  “That was a neat trick.”

"Y' like dat? I was jus' experimentin' wit it. It was a lot more powerful dan I tought it was gon' be," he mused, frowning just a little. There was a perplexed cast to the set of his mouth, but he looked back at Logan and his eyes were clear.  "I'll try t' warn y' next time," he said and smiled.

Logan smirked, his eyes soft as they examined him.  “Remy... What are we, huh?”

Remy cleared his throat. "Well, we kinda got two options. We eider friends-wit-benefits... or we're lovers," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm okay wit eider one at de moment, me."  His eyes had strayed, but they snapped back up to Logan’s, "But I... I still love you, Logan."  He wasn't going to try denying or disguising it any more.

Swallowing, Logan felt attached to Remy whether he liked it or not.  He would freak out if Remy slept with anyone else whether they were officially dating or not.  He sighed, “What about Rogue?”

"What about 'er?" he asked, on the verge of being offended that he thought she would enter their relationship when he was determined to stay away from her.

Sighing, he said, “As of two days ago she was still yer girlfriend, Remy...”

"Hah! I say as of a week an' a half ago she was still m' girl. Dat was before I wised up," he smiled to Logan. The smile faded and he opened up again. "Logan, seriously, please, take a look at what I feel...?" he asked. He wasn't projecting yet.

Shifting, Logan wasn’t really ready for that, yet.  “A week and a half isn't that long a time, either, Remy.”  In fact, he entertained the thought that he might be a rebound, but wasn’t ready to open that can of worms, yet either.  Erase the 'yet', I'll never be ready for that can of worms.

Remy nodded and closed up his shields. "It's been a month since I been havin' feelin's f' y', Logan. I'm not sayin' dat we should rush int' datin' or anythin'... just maybe we could be open to de idea? Maybe give ourselves a trial run? We could set up restrictions, like no flirtin' out in de school or sometin'... I'm jus' not willin' t' let y' go, Logan." Remy was sorry for that, but he wasn't going to say that he was sorry to Logan. He didn't want to hurt Logan and Logan was surely still afraid that he would be hurt.

Looking away, Logan said, “So, if we got t'gether... y' wouldn' want anyone ta know?”

"Jus' for a while. Give time f' tings t' cool down. Logan... I don' know what y' wan'. I thought y' were worried 'bout Rogue."

Shaking his head, Logan rubbed his temples.  “I dunno what I want, either, Cajun. I never thought this would happen... never given it much thought.”

"Oh." That was understandable. Frankly, he hadn't thought about it much either. "Well, if we were bein' preliminary 'bout it, we'd probably wanna keep it private, but if we decided t' give it a real shot, we could go public.... Does dat sound reasonable at all?" he asked. He was practically grasping at straws.

Logan shook his head again.  He wasn't ready for this to happen today.  He thought there was still time to wade through things before this discussion happened.  Sighing heavily, he had no idea what to do.  “I... I guess...”

"Okay, so no official nonsense yet." He thought they both needed time to get their heads back on straight, but didn't know how Logan felt about it.

Logan carefully started dressing him.  Remy didn't stop Logan.  He liked how it felt to have this contact afterward; he didn't feel like they were separating themselves from each other.

Smoothing out the wrinkles and gently tucking him away and zipping him up, Logan took a moment to appreciate how low on his hips the jeans sat and how lovely those very hips were indeed.  He thought he might have been staring a little.

Remy smiled at the affection in Logan's eyes... even if the affection was directed at his body.  He gathered Logan's strewn about clothing and wanted to do the same for him, but didn't really know how to do it as nicely as he had.  He ended up sliding the flannel up over his arms, but the jeans seemed more difficult of a problem.  After the shirt was on, he slid his arms around Logan and hugged him under the shirt.  He nuzzled Logan's neck and wanted to mark him, but knew it wouldn't last.

Escaping his fumbling hands Logan managed to get dressed, a little awkward and rigid in his grip.  He cleared his throat, and laid there for him to explore.  Remy roved all over Logan, hands, mostly, but little nips and kisses, especially around his chest and neck.  Remy started purring and it turned easily into a growl.  He went as far south as Logan's hips, getting more bity as he progressed.

Logan could smell him getting excited again.  He could easily get drunk on that smell, but didn’t want to get into it with him again.  He never meant to get into it with him in the first place.  This was just supposed to be a stupid crush.  He couldn’t let it get out of control.  Logan said a little hoarsely.  “Remy...”

Remy paused, as if being called back to his senses and let up from licking and biting at Logan's hips.  He cleared his throat and pulled away a little.  "Dèsole," [sorry] he commented quietly.

Eyeing him a little, he said, “You… you want to go again.”  He was more observing than asking.

Remy actually blushed at the question and averted his eyes.  "Not so much as me wantin' t' go again... as much as me wantin' you t' go again..."  If dat even makes any sense.  He wanted Logan to be happy, wanted to hear him moan in pleasure, even if his own body wasn't up to the task of having another orgasm for a good while now.  It seemed so much of his world was Logan after New Orleans....

Carefully stroking his cheek, he enjoyed the scrape of his stubble and stroked his neck.  “Why?”  He ran a calloused thumb across his pink lips.

Remy looked into Logan's eyes, his blush far from gone from his face.  "I wan' y' t' be happy.  I like—hearin' y'.  Always made me feel good t' have m' partner feel good," he tried to explain.  Remy's blush even increased as Logan's thumb brushed his lips.

Eyes flickering over his rosy face, Logan said, “I c'n be happy without fuckin' ya, Cajun.”  He really did think his lips were beautiful.

Remy's smile was sudden, laughing at the statement.  "I know," he said, though it hadn't really sunk in and his eyes flicked away from Logan when he said it.  He thought that they should work on their bikes together, or race.  That would be fun. 

Smirking, Logan watched those crazy eyes of his and he said, “Y' just wanna fuck, doncha?”  He kind of understood that he might after just breaking up with a girlfriend that was untouchable.  He would go crazy if he couldn't touch anyone for that long.

Remy just had no clue as to how to proceed with a relationship like this.  With a woman, it was always obvious.  With Logan... he was a friend... he hadn't really had any friends that were women—well, except for Stormy, and then Belle, and even she ended up marrying him.  Remy swallowed, trying to get his thoughts into some coherent order.

Logan just waited for him, still patiently stroking his face.  He knew he was a sensual kind of guy and didn’t hold it against him.

"It's not dat—I jus'...."  You are pretty randy, ain'cha boy? he asked himself, knowing the answer.  But it was more than a physical urge....  He felt addicted to Logan's presence and his reactions.  He felt like he'd been starving for this type of contact.   Maybe that had something to do with this new curse on his soul from his body.  He couldn't really be sure until he asked Emma, and he wasn't excited about bringing up the topic.

“Yeah?” Logan prodded, stroking his hand down him, rubbing the small of his back through his shirt, shifting until he was comfortable against the wall.

"I don' know anythin' for certain anymore, Logan.  I thought I just had de one power, y' know?  Chargin' tings an' dat's it.  No complications.  Now...  everythin's changed... I feel like I been thirstin' so bad... wit’ an ocean right in front o' me.  I can't help but wan' y', Logan.  I'm sorry if I shoulnd'... dere's jus' no helpin' it.  Will y' f'give me?" he asked, pretty contrite.  He knew that they should be behaving more like friends right now....

Shaking his head slowly, he said, “You don't have to apologize, Remy.”  If only you knew how long I've been very inappropriately lusting after you.

Remy's smile was relieved.  He nodded and leaned in to kiss Logan’s lips in what was a comparatively chaste kiss to what they had shared before.  "Merci," he said.

“Uh-huh...”  Logan cradled him by his neck and pulled him in and kissed him in a not-so-chaste manner.  Remy's fingers curled in Logan's shirt and he leaned up against him in a heap of relaxed muscles.  Asking in between wet kisses and nips, “So what,” he licked, “'re your plans,” he kissed, “fer the rest,” he nibbled, “a yer day?”

Plan is to stay right here wid you curled up on dis bed—but I s'pose I'm gon' be disappointed in dem plans.  "Until I'm back on de Active Duty list, I can' go on missions an' stuff, but dat don' mean I can't practice in de Danger Room, right?  I should get some practice in so I don' get all rusty.  I tink dat should probably wait until m' muscles aren' feelin' like jell-o," he said chuckling at the state of his muscles.  "So, immediately, I don' know."

“Huh.”  He took Remy’s hand and played with his arms, examining the muscles.  “Can I tell ya somethin’?”  Remy blinked at Logan and waited expectantly, almost bracing himself.  He nodded after a moment.  Smirking, Logan said, “'Member way back when ya were livin’ in the boathouse an' y' gave me that explosive cigar?”

Remy's chuckle was a violent laugh that was barely held in check by his closed mouth.  "Mon dieu," he sniggered.  "I'd hoped y'd forgotten 'bout dat!"  He just remembered Logan's expression—it was priceless!

Grinning, he watched him fondly.  “I think it was after my face healed I realized that I was a little bit in love with ya.”

Remy stopped laughing altogether.  Dat long ago??!!!!  He couldn't believe his ears.  "I—I had no idea," he said, quietly, mouth agape.  "Y'... y' never said anythin'."

Shrugging, he said, “Ya were with Rogue.  Didn't wanta step inta that relationship...”  He wasn’t really looking at Remy.  He had never planned to tell him that.

Digesting the news was something of a chore.  He was amazed at the time scale they were looking at.  He thought Logan's attraction to him had only been developing after maybe a few months.  "Wow," he commented.  "I don' blame y'.  I wouldn'a stepped into de middle o' dat mess m'self—if I weren't already in it."  Remy thought for a moment and looked at Logan.  "'M sorry I took so damn long," he said seriously and leaned in to kiss him.

Scoffing, he nodded, still not looking at him.  He shouldn't have said anything.  He had always been a little pathetic like that, mooning for centuries and never doing anything about it.

"I really am sorry, Logan," he said after he had kissed an unresponsive Logan.  Although, he didn't know how he would have handled it if Logan had expressed his attraction to him.  It probably wouldn't have turned out well.  He was glad that things were different now... or at least seemed to be at the moment.  Remy was hurt by Logan's scoff though, and a pang ran through him.

“Ya had a lot to work through.”  He rested his head on Remy’s, trying to smell his hair, but not wanting Remy to get freaked out by his incessant sniffing of him.  He just smelled so damn good.

"I'm sorry, Logan."  Remy hugged Logan closer and stuck his face in his neck, nuzzling him.

Logan liked that and pressed his nose in Remy’s neck.  He could smell him shamelessly now.  “Y' think I'm a dirty old pervert fer lustin’ after ya fer so long?”

Remy smirked.  "Non, I tink y' human.  A body who ain' blind knows Gambit a handsome devil even if he don' like men none."  His smirk grew.  "Even some dat's blind know," he supplied and there was that mask of a charmer, only with the charmer pressed intimately against Logan.  "Seriously, Logan... I'm flattered.  I never tought y' liked me much... especially after de cigar," he said and the chuckle came back to haunt him.

Raising his eyebrows at him, Logan tipped him back onto the bed, his fingers trailing over Remy’s ticklish areas.  “Gambit thinks a bit much of himself, don' he?  Maybe I shoulda told ‘im instead how I put sugar in his gas tank when he pisses me off.”  Logan straddled him and pinned him to the bed.

"You do???" he asked, taken by surprise and laughed at all the times that his bike was mysteriously acting up on him and then ended up having sugar in the tank.  He'd blamed Bobby all three times that he could remember.

“Course.  Can't let ya get away with that shit you pull without seein’ that karma takes its toll,” he smirked.  “In fact, I never did get ya back for that damn cigar...”  Smiling ferally, he then attacked his ticklish places.

"Ah!!!!" he shouted at Logan's attack.  He tried to defend himself by grabbing at Logan's hands, but wasn't very successful.  He tried steeling himself so he wouldn’t be ticklish, but it wasn't working very well.  "I got enough bad karma widout you tryin' t' balance tings, old man," he complained.  Remy was laughing uncontrollably the whole time.

Leaning down, he licked his neck and pinned his hands to his sides easily.  He kept licking and tickling him, thinking that he could die happy just hearing him laugh.  “Say uncle!”

"Jamais!!!" he hissed.

Chuckling, he didn’t let up, and got Remy’s shirt hiked up and leaned down to blow a raspberry on his stomach.  “Say uncle!”

"Frère!" he shouted instead when the tickling got him to the point where he couldn't breathe.

Logan chuckled.  “No, that's brother,” he reprimanded, licking Remy’s navel, keeping his hands pinned with his knees.  He tickled his sides mercilessly.  “I want uncle!”

"Non!  Ahhh!" he shouted loving that Logan was trying to tickle him so much.  The adrenaline and endorphins were rushing into his head and his veins.  Logan loved the way he was writhing and wasn’t going to stop.  Deciding to up the ante, he found one of his nipples and mouthed it delicately but not long enough to really be fulfilling—he was a tease.

Remy cried at the temporary contact with his nipple and arched up into Logan as he withdrew his mouth.  He moaned in complaint at the removal of that hot mouth from his skin and the fingers that were still tickling at his ribs and armpits.  "Taquin!" [Tease!]

Chuckling, “Just beg for me a little, Remy....”  Ghosting fingers all over him, he licked his ears and flicked his tongue over his other nipple.

"Hahh...!!!" he gasped as he tried to be difficult.  "Mmmm...." he groaned, shaking his head back and forth.  He was so close to begging him for anything.  To stop or to keep going—

“C'mon, pretty baby...” he purred and bit at his throat, rocking against his hips.  “Take your pick, ‘Please’ or ‘Uncle’  It's easy...”  He fluttered his fingers along his sides.

When Remy’s body started taking interest in what Logan's tongue was doing, he couldn't hold the words back any more.  They came from his mouth unbidden in a shout, "Plait!!!"  He tried to catch his breath, his blood rushing in his ears.  "S'il te plaît, Logan!"

Purring, Logan finally kissed his lips, ravaging them.  He reached down to Remy’s jeans to determine the state of his cock.

Remy’s hips lurched up to grind against Logan.  "Logan... s'il te plaît..." he moaned against his lips, writhing in place.  Remy's cock was coming back strong.  It wasn't as if he'd never been hard before in his life, but he was definitely interested.

“Please what?” he asked rubbing his chest, fondling his nipples.  “Please stop?  Or please...  ravage?”

"S'il te plaît... m'baise, Logan!" he shouted. 

“Don't speak French, handsome,” he informed Remy, nibbling on his neck and twisting his nipple with one hand.  He rubbed his butt with the other.

"Logan—please," another breathless shout as his nipple was twisted.  "Please, fuck me, Logan," he whispered in his ear.  His breath was very hot and he felt Logan's hair ruffle.

Taking his jean clad legs and wrapping them around Logan’s jean clad hips, he started thrusting his hard-on into Remy’s.  “Thought we were goin' slow...”  He was totally being a jerk, grinning at him, fondling his bottom.

Remy growled at the top of his lungs, teeth gritted in frustration.  Dat's not fair!  He ground his hips back against Logan.  His head tossed and he gripped the sheets underneath him.  "I don' wanna take it slow!" he whined.  He wanted Logan to mark him again, wanted to feel Logan' inside him; he was so aggravated!  He didn't know what he was going to do if Logan wouldn't make love to him—he felt like he would explode from the pressure.

Licking him all over, Logan looked down at him with fondness.  “You sure?  Once I get goin' I'm kinda hard to keep up with,” he warned, stroking his hand over Remy’s crotch.  “Feelin' a little soft...”

A little soft??  Well... he was kind of spent still.  He was emotionally bouncing back before he was physically, but it wouldn't take much of Logan for him to get right back into it.  Mentally cataloging the protests he could make, Remy tried to remember where the lube he kept in his room was and he thought it was right in the nightstand.  "Dat'll change real soon," he assured and bucked his hips, flexing his PC muscle.

Growling against Remy’s ear, he carefully unzipped Remy’s jeans and sank his hand inside.  “You sure are delicious, Cajun....”  Licking his nipples, Logan worked his pants off of him.  “Dressin’ you was a fucking stupid idea...”

Remy laughed at that and helped Logan in sliding out of his clothes.  I agree, he thought.  He reached up to slide Logan's shirt off.  He slid his hands along his shoulders, loving his skin and powerful body.  His fingers ran through the hair on his chest and he found his nipples underneath the fur and played with them.

Purring against his lips and tearing his shirt the rest of the way off his arms, he kissed down Remy’s bare body.  “Y' sure y' want me ta fuck ya?”  He was pretty sure he wanted to fuck him, as he was sure Remy could tell by the heavy erection against his leg.

"O-oui," he stuttered out, shuddering against Logan's body with the implication that he would.  Remy reached blindly for his nightstand drawer and felt around inside for the small tube that was resting just where he'd left it.  "Mias... use dis," he said lifting up the tube.

Taking it from him, Logan looked at him through black-lined eyes.  “Always store lube in yer nightstand.... er this just fer me?” he asked feeling a pang of apprehension.

Remy shyly looked away from Logan and his penetrating stare.  "I... I use it f'... mrhmfhmmm," he mumbled under his breath, going red in his cheeks.

“Fer what, baby?” he asked, nibbling open his legs, fondling between them.  He pulled on his cock and pushed his fingers between Remy’s cheeks.

"Ah!"  Do y' wan' me t' answer y' or not, old man? he asked himself after he got his ability to think back.  "I used it f'... masturbation," he mumbled low.  "Feels better dan a dry hand," he nearly grumbled.  It was difficult to grumble with Logan's hands in such intimate places though.

Logan purred a little, using the lube and gently starting to stroke his cock.  He was toying with the head and kissing his ticklish hips, fluttering his fingers across his hole.  “And what do you think about when you jerk off, Remy?”

Remy's stomach was fluttering all over the place.  He didn't talk about this sort of thing, but he found after a moment that he wanted to.  He admitted that he usually thought about women when he pleasured himself, but there had been men throughout his life that attracted him greatly.  Logan was one of them.  "I... usually imagine playin' wid a couple a models in a hot tub, me," he said, half his mouth lifting in a smile.  "De past few weeks dough... I can' tell y' how often I was imaginin' how y' made love, Logan.  Y' always so... cool," he observed.  "Except when y' wild an' den y' turn me on like notin' else."  He kept Logan's eyes while he was telling him what he imagined.

Kissing him wetly and hotly, he asked, “Cool?”  He circled his hole and carefully pushed the tip of his finger inside, purring with a highly solicitous leer.  “And I haven't made love to ya yet, darlin’.”  He ghosted his lips over Remy’s.  “In fact...  I distinctly remember you asking for... soft,” he said pushing his finger in him further, “and sweet...”

Please don' say y' won'! he thought desperately.  He sucked in a breath loudly, but slowly as Logan pressed a finger into him.  Remy leaned up close to Logan and said, "I don' care how, Logan.  I would love t' have y' soft an' sweet.  Y' tink jus' because I'm turned on as hell dat it can't be good soft?"  He caught Logan’s ear lobe in between his teeth.  Flicking his tongue over it, he let it go only to say, "De hotter, de sweeter."

Driving his finger up to the hilt, just to watch him squirm, he said, “Good.  I'll have ya how I want ya, Cajun...  Whether ya like it er not.”  He actually would take him anyway he could get, but he wouldn’t let him know that.  Remy did squirm, both at the finger inside him and the hot words of the man above him.  Logan flipped Remy onto his front and kissed down his spine.  “Tell me more, Cajun....  What makes you come the hardest?”  He gripped Remy’s hips, kissing down to the small of his back, nibbling on the swell of his bottom.

  As Remy was turned over, he racked his brain for how to explain what turned him on.  What did he think about when he came?  Pleasure, he answered.  But it wasn't only his pleasure that he thought about as he came whether he was with someone or not.  It was all the feelings that were mixing with each other during sex, how in that one action, both people received something incredible.  He didn’t know how to express that sentiment in words, but he fumbled his way through.  "Sharin' pleasure," he said at first.  "Love feelin' de pleasure build on itself."  At its root, pleasure was all the same, no matter where the sensation was coming from.  "Love imaginin' sex... de way skin slides along skin," he purred.  "De way people's bodies disappear inside each oder—" his cock throbbed at that image.

Logan growled, liking that too.  He worked his finger inside him a little harder, and could feel him opening which made him just want to fuck into him mercilessly, but he wanted to enjoy it this time.  Licking his wonderfully muscled bottom, he bit down where butt met thigh.  Pushing a hand underneath him and stroking his cock, Logan gave it a squeeze.  “More, Cajun...  Tell me more...”  He licked what he could of his balls then up to where his finger was sinking in him repeatedly.

"Dieu," he whispered.  He was writhing, as he said, "Devenues un..." [becoming one...]  "It's so hot..." he hissed. 

Logan would let him get away with the French this time, but pushed another finger all the way into him as punishment, twisting deep inside him, keeping him well lubricated.

Logan, I can' tink... dieu... he told himself as the pleasure filled him.  Logan's fingers inside him had alleviated his frustration temporarily, but he soon found himself wanting more.  "You—you... inside me... dat makes me hot," he wiggled on Logan’s finger, wanting more. 

Licking him again and again along his perineum, he twisted his fingers deep inside him.  “Good answer...”  He removed his fingers, crawling on top of him.  He bit his shoulder and aligned his cock to his hole, starting to gently push in.

The image in his mind’s eye of Logan's shaft disappearing into his ass and the pleasure he was feeling now was driving Remy crazy.  He moaned loudly and grabbed onto the sheets, lifting his hips back wanting to have him deeper inside.  The smooth slide of flesh and the powerful feeling of intrusion made him lose his breath. 

Logan was behind him, pushing in carefully, biting his neck to distract him from any pain.  He huffed a little against Remy’s skin.  “Remy...  God... Remy....”  He thought Remy felt so good he could send a man completely out of his mind.  “Darlin’...”

Remy loved the title that was so recently bestowed on him—darlin'.  Remy felt almost no pain and cried at the marks Logan was probably leaving on him.  "Logan!"  He pulled his hips away from him to feel the sliding, and pushed back in a steady rhythm.  At each movement, his pleasure spiked.  Remy's cock was leaking and hard by this point, but he didn't even feel the need to touch it. 

Snuffling and snarling against Remy’s neck, Logan wanted this to last a while.  He kissed what he could see of Remy’s cheek, pulling at his hips and spreading his thighs.  “Fuck, Remy...  you feel so fucking good...” he moaned grabbing Remy’s hand and laces fingers in with his, squeezing them.  “Oh, darlin’...”

Whimpering at having his thighs spread, thus deeper penetration, Remy found that the deeper, the more powerful the sensation was.  He changed his angle and Logan brushed up on that spot inside him and he nearly blacked out.  He shuddered and his arms gave out underneath him.  The stars in front of his eyes cleared and he slammed back against Logan.  "Dieu!  Vous êtes doit plaisantant!" [God!  You must be joking!]  He had never blacked out from pleasure before; that was intense.  He found Logan's hands intertwined with his as he became more aware.

Snarling, Logan pushed him down to the mattress with his hips, because if he kept moving like that, he was just going to ravage him and he would miss what happened in a crazy animal frenzy!!!  “Remy....” he growled his name over and over.  He started rocking his hips around in circles and just shifting back and forth inside him.  He wrapped his arms around Remy while their hands were twined with each other so Remy was hugging himself.  “Remy....”

Remy's hands squeezed Logan's and he couldn't help but undulate his hips up into Logan.  His cock slid against the mattress, giving ghostly light sensation to his turgid flesh.  "You feel so good... cher...."

Logan sucked on Remy’s earlobe before pulling out and thrusting deeply and steadily into him.  Giving a hard push that stroked across his gland, Logan snarled in approval, marking his neck.  The marking process sent Remy into fits of shivering in delight.  It was a heavy cross between pain and ticklishness and the line blurred in several places.  He nearly giggled, but ended up shouting loudly in enjoyment.

Starting to thrust steadily now, in firm, thorough strokes that hit deep inside him, Logan began biting him hard across the neck and shoulders, muttering, “What's...  gh…” as he thrust, “so funny...” and thrust, “Cajun?”

Sighing happily and loudly, Remy said, "Y' tickle, cher," with a smirk.

Grinning, Logan liked that idea.  “Tickle, huh?”  He released Remy’s hands, letting his fingers flutter over his ribs and sides, keeping his cock inside him, ready to grab his hips if he wriggled away.

"Ah-hah!!" he shouted in complaint.  He was pretty much trapped under Logan and so all his attempts at struggle did was make his body spasm around Logan's imbedded dick.  "Non!  Have mercy!" he cried and laughed.  He bucked furiously as Logan tickled his ribs.

Logan would have chuckled with him but was quite stupid due to the impossible pleasure.  “Darlin’....”  He did actually have mercy on him, and got his knees under him and sat on heels bringing Remy into his lap, making him sit up.   His cock was still balls-deep inside him.  “Remy...” he moaned as he made him lean back so Logan could steal a kiss.

Remy complied with Logan's directing and passionately kissed him back.  "Cher... part o' me never wants dis to end...." he said, but of course implied that another part of him was straining for completion.  He had been rock hard ever since Logan first penetrated him.

Growling at him, Logan knew what he meant and helped Remy work his hips on Logan’s cock.  “Rock, darlin’...” he instructed stroking his back and shoulders to make him lean forward a little.  Lifting his hips into Remy’s, his flesh met Remy’s with a soft clap.

The jarring sensation sent pangs throughout his body and he wanted Logan to thrust harder, but he didn't want it to degenerate into that—not if he could help it.  He promised Logan sweet and he was going to get it.  Remy pitched back and forth and the working of his hips meant that his ass clamped down on Logan's cock.  This made Remy's visitor seem larger and Remy's breath was coming fast and shallow. 

Panting against his neck over and over, he mumbled, “Remy...  Remy... Remy...”   He thrust a little sharper and a little harder inside him, and rubbed his lips all over his back, stroking his hands down Remy’s front until one wrapped around his cock.  “Gorgeous...  Remy, yer gorgeous...”

Remy's mind was whirling and he wanted to open his shields like he had done before, but didn't want to jar Logan again. 

Purring throatily, “Kitten...  Talk to me....” he crawled on top of him more and more.  He just had that dominant gene and searched inside him to find that spot that made Remy tremble so wonderfully.  Oh and how Remy trembled at the stroking of that spot!  He went wild with the intensity of it. 

"Logan... I—" he felt like he was choking on his own pleasure.  "I wanna cum!  Please, Logan!" he begged.  He leaned onto all fours and bucked against Logan as he shouted.

“Yeah...” he moaned and started thrashing into him, not unlike when he was primal and ravaging him.  He jerked Remy off.  “Yeah... Come, Remy...  I'll come in you, I promise....”  He was just as excited about coming inside Remy as he was about coming.

Logan's hands on him drove him over the edge and he felt like his orgasm was bursting through his skin!  "Logaaan!!!" he shouted into the air and clenched up as the orgasm drew itself out. Remy marveled at how orgasms tended to be things with peaks and ebbs just like sex itself.

Logan could feel the squeeze of him and grabbed his shoulders and banged into him hard before coming with a snarl to shake the foundations, filling him with hot cream, ravaging him like a beast, wordlessly roaring in completion. 

Remy's arms and legs became less supportive than jell-o and he crumpled into a heap on his bed.  He smiled at the thought that they probably advertised... rather loudly to everyone in the mansion that they were now lovers.  Sighing heavily, he didn't let the thought bother him.

Logan sort of plateaued for a moment, his healing factor kept him pretty well.... stocked...  “God....” he sighed and collapsed as well, but managed to keep his weight off Remy, despite his trembling arms.  Panting against his neck, Logan carefully shifted his relaxing cock in the body below him.  “Remy....” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Mmmm... cher... don' ever stop doin' dat to me, oui?" he asked.  He hoped that Logan got as much out of it as he did and was already pretty confident that he did.

Panting against his neck, he murmured, “Uh-huh....” and carefully pulled out of him with a wet pop and collapsed to the side, making the mattress bounce substantially.

Loud, seemingly from nowhere— KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!!!

Logan’s ears perked up immediately, training them and all his other senses towards the door.  He snarled a little under his breath, “Shit...”

"Boys!" Scott’s voice emphasized the word, shouting through the door.  "There are other children in this house who don't need to hear that, so keep it down!!"

Remy cringed and tried to suppress a chuckle, bit was only marginally successful.

Wincing and covering his eyes, Logan did not plan for this to happen.  This wasn’t how it was supposed to be....  “Shit....”  He wondered if they could convince everyone they weren't fucking.

"Fuck," Remy purred happily.

Looking down at him, Logan finally caught his breath.  “You aren't concerned about this?”

"Scott can go and fuck himself for all Remy care," he said casually.  "In fact, Remy think dat might do him some good, mmm," he smiled at Logan. 

Looking away, he ran a hand over his face.  “What about Rogue...?”  God, this is gonna be trouble.

"Hmmm..." Now, dere's a body who really needs some fuckin'....  "I did all I could wit her," he tried to dismiss lightly, but he knew as much as Logan that there would be trouble with her.  She was probably somewhere in the mansion at this very moment crying her eyes out.  Remy was then glad that he didn't open up his empathic shields after all.  "Seriously, Logan... she gonna have to face dis sooner or later.  Dat it happened to be sooner... I don' know if it'll make all dat much of a difference."

Cringing, Logan bowed his head, and suddenly felt like a bad, bad man.  “Get dressed.”  He got out of bed and moved to the bathroom, needing to shower.  “You can be a fuckin’ cold prick at times, y' know that?” he said shutting the door on him.

Remy plopped onto his bed and thought about what the hell he should have done instead.  If he were to be sympathetic all it would get him was a bunch of heartache that he didn't need right now.  Emma had specifically told him that he should avoid that sort of thing.  Remy didn't think Logan saw his cold heartedness for what it was—self defense.

Logan started the shower and got in.  He hadn’t thought about Rogue....  He had been Rogue's friend before Remy's and he had always liked Rogue...  She was a good kid... This was just downright shitty and self-indulgent... He started swearing steadily, scrubbing the smell of Remy and sex away.

Remy quelled the stirrings of guilt in his mind and reinforced his shields again as he crawled into some boxer shorts.  He hated this balancing act!  Too much activity from inside or out could cause the shields to break—apparently no matter their strength.  Emma had told him that he would constantly need to build them up.  Sighing, he tried to clear his mind while he was working.  It was really weird working with emotions and manipulating them, though somewhat instinctual.  He was lost deep in his own head as the world moved around him.  He kept trying to convince himself that he had no choice but to be removed from the situation with Rogue.

Having been quick in the shower, Logan came out and pulled on his jeans, grabbing his shirt off the floor.  He looked at Remy.  “I'ma go find Rogue.  Make sure she's not doin' anythin' crazy.”  He wouldn't put it past her to try to off herself.  “I'm tellin' her there's nothin' goin on between us, I was just a rebound fer you.” Which hurt, because it was so good, what just happened, and felt so right and perfect to be with him.  He had wanted it for so long.

No matter what happened, Remy was always going to get flack for being who he was and that angered him—which he had to calm and sweep away.  "Why y' lyin' to her, Logan?" he asked, barely hiding the edge of anger in his voice.

“Cause she don't deserve this, Remy!”  But he couldn’t lie to Remy, and say that it wasn't perfect.  He relaxed a little, and came over to him and kissed his forehead.  “You all right?  Didn't hurt ya, did I?”

"Yes!  You did!  Just now, when you said dat dere ain' nothin' between us!  She don' deserve dis—she don' deserve a lot dat life's given her, but dat don' mean you or I can change it for her, damnit!  All we can do is go on wid our lives, Logan.  I can't keep tryin' t' hold m'self back f' her...."  His eyes started to water as he spoke.  He really wanted Rogue to be able to be happy, like they were for those few months... but it wasn't going to happen for her and he had to accept that.

Looking away, Logan could just crumble like a milky cookie looking at Remy’s hurt eyes.  “She'll think I broke you up.  She'll think you never cared for her...”

"You would throw away what we have because of somethin' she might think?  She knows I cared for her.  Hell—she's more of a telepath dan I am in dat regard.  She's gon' hurt, Logan... but she'd hurt no matter what happened between us—between anybody.  You tink hearin' somebody else makin' love wouldn' set her off as much—remindin' her of what she can't have?"

“Remy!” he shouted throwing his shirt down.  “If you left me and I found you two days later fuckin' someone else right under my bloody nose, I'd skewer the both of ya!!”  He wasn’t kidding—he would.  He was struck with the sudden realization that if he’d do it to Rogue, he would do it to Logan.

Remy saw that something dawned on Logan's face, but couldn't tell what it was.  Remy didn't think he was afraid Rogue would sprout claws and try to skewer them.  He stayed quiet.  There wasn't much of a response he could give to that one.  If Logan was going to walk away, he was going to walk away and there was little Remy could do to stop him.  Not really knowing what he was doing, he leaned up to Logan and took his hand, sticking the knuckles to his chest.  "Y' wan' get it ov' wit' den?"

Narrowing his eyes, he said, “Ya haven't done it to me, yet.”  He really did like the way his heart beat against his knuckles.  He was not going to back down from his challenge, though.

Remy's heart was really pounding in his chest.  Racing with fear, pounding with rage, skipping in agony.  He glared at Logan.  "Don' y' tink I deserve it f' cheatin' on Rogue?  As many times as you know dat I've cheated on her—as many times as you've cheated on her with me, you know I deserve it, right?"  Remy was six inches to a death wish—right now he wanted to prove a point, but the guilt was encroaching on his mind and he was too caught up in the moment to squelch it.

Logan could feel his claws aching to leap out of his forearms and right into him, because he was going to do it, he was going to leave him in the dirt and end up in bed with someone else.  He was going to give his body to someone else and he would never be Logan’s entirely.  “Remy....”  He started when his claws popped out and extend to their full length.

He couldn’t breathe for a moment...  then he realized that it was the hand clenched at his side that popped... not the one resting against Remy’s chest.  “.... Shit....”  He seriously believed for a second there he had just torn straight into Remy’s heart....  He felt the anger dispel in some cathartic relief.  “Shit....”

Remy's scowl deepened on his face and he asked, "Why?" in a low growl, still keeping Logan's fists to his ribs.  "Why didn't you do it, Logan?  You wanted to!  Why didn't you!?”

Pulling his claws back in and breathing hard, Logan pressed his forehead into Remy’s, feeling close to tears.  “’Cause I love ya, kid...”

Remy sagged in defeat and felt like he just might die anyway.  To have Logan love him... and not express it—would be as much torture, if not more so than Rogue not expressing her affection.  Why did he always do this to himself?  "Logan..." he whispered.  "Serunai... onegai," he choked.  [Don't go... please, in Japanese.]  Remy didn't think he had ever begged anyone to stay with him in his entire life.  It was a humbling experience for him as he sat there on his heels at Logan's mercy.

Swallowing hard, he almost demanded that they go slow, but he realized that there was no amount of self restraint in the world for that, as they already experienced.  “Remy....”  He didn’t know what to say.  He was torn so many ways: he loved Remy, would do anything for him, he wanted him happy, but he couldn’t do this to one of his oldest friends.  He didn’t want his heart to hurt like hers must be hurting now, either.  He still didn’t trust him, but was so happy with him.  He had never felt so right with anyone.... he had no idea what to do.

Remy waited for Logan to say what he would.  He had already asked him to stay—he could do no more.

“I...”  He huffed, dipping to kiss him firmly.  “I love you....” he said, but turned and went out the door.  He had to know that Rogue was all right.  He had to talk to her.

Remy felt nauseous as Logan left the room.  The wave hit him so hard that he had to rush to the bathroom to get the resultant upchuck in an appropriate spot.  He made it to the toilet, but had to hold bile in his mouth until he could get the lid up.  Only in this position over the toilet with his guts retching up was he able to release the tears that had wanted to be expelled from his body.

Logan didn’t even bother with a shirt, feeling really sick as well.  He knocked on Rogue's door.  “C'mon, answer.”  He had his senses attuned to the other side of the room, desperate to know that she was all right.  Rogue was crying on the opposite side of the door.  "What?" she called hurt to the door.  She didn't want to see anybody at the moment.

“Open up... Please?  Rogue?”  He realized there was a very good possibility of him getting decked into the next universe, but sort of felt deserving of it.

Inside Rogue's room, the bed creaked and she opened the door a moment later.  She was looking at him with puffy, red doe eyes that shone bright green with her tears.

"What d'y' want, Logan?" she asked quietly.

Letting his mouth hang open, he didn't really have anything planned.  “Just... wanted ta see ya...  and... apologize.”  And make sure your wrists weren't cut.

She had her gloves on, but there was no blood on them.  She looked away from him and at the floor.  "Ah don't blame ya, Logan.  Ah'd have Remy if Ah could," and her face crinkled up, new tears rushing down her already wet cheeks.  "Just... keep him away from me for a while," she said and made to close her door.

Stepping into the room, he wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed her to him.  “God, I'm sorry, doll.”  He wasn’t going to just let her hide away and whither.

"You can't be sorry, Logan.  You get Remy and I get nuthin', so you have ta go and be happy."  She sounded angry amidst her sniffles.  "One of us has to be happy," she cried into his shoulder, losing her composure at that point.  She supposed she knew from the moment she saw that kiss—the affection that Logan harbored for Remy.  She recognized the feelings and their character. 

Stroking her hair, he almost wanted her to siphon off a bit of him just so she would know how bad he really felt about this.  “'M sorry, girl...  I can't help it, I tried...  I really tried.”

Rogue squeezed Logan tight, but not tighter than was beyond a normal human's strength.  "Yoah not the only person in this," she said after she had calmed down a little.  "Remy musta pressured you int' this, didn't he?" she guessed.  He was always one for physical contact in relationships.  She knew his dynamic—she had been able to experience it with him for a few short months.  After that... everything just crumbled around her ears. 

Shaking his head, he said, “No... No, it's not his fault, I just...  I can't....” he sighed, not knowing how it happened exactly.  “I got no self-control...”

"If ya had feelin's for him, Ah'm surprised ya lasted this long."  Rogue stood there and thought about Remy and his relationships.  Sniffling, she straightened up and said, "C'mon in.  Let me give y' some advice on havin' a relationship with Remy."  She almost mustered a smile, but it wasn't much more than a ghost.

Watching her, he asked, “Howzit yer bein' so cool bout this, Rogue?  'F I were you, Ida torn my head off by now.”

Rogue walked away from Logan but stopped a step away from her own bed.  "Ah've been preparin' m'self ta lose Remy ever since Ah got mah powers back.  Ah didn't know how Ah would lose him, or if Ah would evah get him back... now Ah do.  Ah didn't expect that A'd lose 'im to a man, though," she did smile wanly at that.  "If Ah were gonna lose 'im ta somebody, Logan, it couldn't have been a better man."

He would have felt better if she would have just wailed away on him. Her dignity was entirely too painful.  “Dontcha wanna...smack me around a little?”

"If it'll make ya feel bettah, I could use a go 'round in the Danger Room," she smiled at him.  This smile was more mischievous.

With an odd smirk, he said, “Yeah...  Yeah, that'd be good.”  He swallowed and opened the door for her, knowing he really couldn't throw a punch at her now.  Rogue headed for the Danger Room with only the faint urge to touch Logan's skin tugging at her.  She didn't want to feel Logan's affection for Remy at this stage; it was bound to cause her more pain and long all the more for Remy.

Opening the Danger Room door for her, he asked, “What do ya wanna do?  Just… have a go?”

"Ah need ta practice those martial arts moves you taught me, Logan.  Ah'm all rusty.  Remy and Ah thought we could actually start normal lives out there in California, so we didn't practice much," she commented.

Nodding, he shut the door.  “All right.”  He went a bit tense, waiting for her to come at him.

Rogue rushed at Logan, letting go all of her rage as she attacked him.  It wasn't a very coordinated gesture, mostly because of her emotional state, but what she lacked in form, she compensated for with strength brought on by her anger. 

Taking it full on, he was pretty sure something would be crunching if he weren't laced with adamantium.  He crashed back against the door, blinking. “....Ok...  Good.”

After seven attacks, Rogue was feeling a little more like herself.  “Logan," she said out of breath.  "Ah don't mean ta complain about youah trainin' methods, but Ah did come down heah to improve mah skills, not get a work out o' bowlin' you ovah every attack."  She kept to herself that she didn't bring it up through seven attacks because she wanted to beat on him a little.

Shrugging a little, he could feel burst capillaries and his split lip healing up.  “Well... yer doin' good, kid....”  His speech was slurred since  his mouth was numb.

"No, Ah'm not, Logan.  I know mah technique is sloppy.  You didn't bring me down heah so Ah'd feel bettah after beatin' you up, did you?" she asked, more of a real smile gracing her lips.

Logan stumbled to one knee, but got up again pretty quickly.  “Well... yeah....”

She admitted to herself that she did feel better after having taken out her aggression in a more healthy... less destructive to school property way.  "Well... thank y'.  Ah feel much bettah now," she said to him.

Approaching her carefully, he held her shoulders, a little woozy.  “I hope...  I hope...  Yer...  I...  Yer a good kid....” he said and cradled her head and leaned forward to give her a soft kiss before flopping over onto the floor, smacked around and energy drained.

Rogue tensed up at the influx of memories and emotions.  She saw herself making love to Remy—feeling in such heaven as he looked so hot underneath her.  "No!!!!" she cried out at the top of her lungs and crashed to the floor overcome with images she didn't want to see.  Then Logan's fight with Remy afterward filtered through and she saw how angry he was at Remy, because this was all Remy's fault, and Remy couldn't be trusted because he was just too damn hot. 

He/she was mad at Remy for hurting Rogue.

Rogue, oblivious to Logan lying on the floor, splayed out like the dead, because... she was Logan, deftly headed out the door in order to apologize to Remy, since he had paid for his crime by letting Rogue beat him up.  She was at Remy's door when she heard the sniffling coming from his room. 

Rogue/Logan knocked warily.  “Hey, Remy?  C'n I come in, darlin’?”

Remy's head snapped up at the sound of Logan's voice.  Something sounded slightly off, but he couldn't tell from in the bathroom, so he went out to answer the door.  He was still calling him 'darlin',' so that was a good sign.  He opened the door to find Rogue standing, hunched over in the hallway, the picture imitation of Logan.  His jaw dropped to the floor and he stared in horror. 

Looking up at him, she/he said, “Remy?  Y' been cryin’....” 

"Rogue!" he shouted angrily at her.

Her/his eyes went wide, at hearing the name, and she/he wondering if Remy was having some sort of fit again.  She/he approached him carefully.  “Y' all right, hon?”

Remy grabbed Rogue by the covered shoulders and shoved her back up against the opposite wall in the hallway.  "What have you done to Logan?!" he barked.  His eyes were glowing with emotion as he stared into Rogue's face expectantly.

“I am Logan, Remy, what tha hellsa matter with you?”  She/he waved her/his fingers in front of his face like he was completely off his rocker.

Remy's face lost all anger and tears welled up in his eyes.  This couldn't be happening!  Fearing the worst, he fled down the hall to find Logan.  He ran to the women's dorm and tried looking for his body there, but didn't find it.  He ran through the mansion searching for Logan and found him in the Danger Room.  He was still out, body trying to recover.  He would be dead 100 times over if it weren't for his mutation.

Rogue went rushing in to Emma's office, still fully convinced that she was Logan.  “Emma, ya gotta go find Remy, I think he's havin one a’ his fits again...”

Emma looked at Rogue and frowned, raising one eyebrow.  "Remy is having a fit?" she asked incredulously.

Nodding, she/he said, “Yeah, one a them... Freak outs.  He didn't recognize me, an’ he just ran off...”

"Oh?  What gave you the impression that he didn't recognize you, Rogue?" she asked calmly and Rogue just about cracked.

"Not you too!" she/he exclaimed.  Then Rogue started to come back to herself and grabbed at her head, screaming, "Get outta mah head, Logan!!"

Remy rushed to Logan and cradled him in his arms, checking for signs of life.  He found him breathing, and sighed in relief.  Logan’s body was not bothering with healing the physical cuts and breaks that Rogue dealt him before; it was concentrating on keeping his life force intact.  Groaning a little, he then knew what it was like to have a hang over.  “Ghrmmgnn....”

Remy hugged Logan to his chest fiercely.  "Logan!" he shouted, relieved at the grumble Logan produced.  He feared he'd have to nurse an unconscious lover for weeks after seeing Rogue trying to be Logan… if not that Logan would be trapped inside Rogue forever.  He was rocking with him and mumbled, "I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."  If he'd have known that Rogue was going to do that to him, he would have insisted harder that he not go talk to her.

Groaning, he managed to lift his hand and touch Remy’s cheek.  “Shhhh... Don'...  Y'...”  He got a good breath.  “Y' been cryin', darlin’?”

"What were y' tinkin'?" he asked emphatically.  His voice cracked with emotion and nearly cried with relief.

Logan kept petting his cheek with what little strength he had.  “Yer...  Yer s' purdy...”

"Shhh.  Don' talk.  We can talk when y' feelin' better," he consoled.

“Wasn'.... Wasn' 'er fault...  All my fault....”

"Wha'd' y' mean?" he asked, perplexed. 

“..... kissed her...” he mumbled, hand flopping to the side, not being able to hold it any longer.  “So she'd know...”

"You what??!!" he cried.  "Why would you do dat, Logan?"

Eyes rolling up a moment, Logan got himself under control.  “Not... feeelin’ too good...”

"I'm sorry, Logan.  It'll be okay," he said leaning down and hugging him.  There was no real way he could lift him, so he stayed there with him until Logan was feeling better and could move under his own power.

Grunting, he flopped an arm over Remy.  “S' Rogue ok?”

"She probably gettin' her head back t'geder after touchin' y'...."  He wanted to ask why he did that again, but wasn't going to address it yet.  He remembered him saying that he wanted her to know, but he didn't say what he wanted her to know.  She probably knew very well what had happened between them.

Logan watched Remy for a while as his breathing returning to normal, and he stroked his face and his lips.  “Y' been cryin’,” he said again.  Remy nodded.  They would need to talk again.  “Why?”  His body slowly started healing, head wounds first.

"Because…. Because I... I thought..."

“’Cause what, Remy?”  He could support himself a little now, leaning back on his elbows, but still sprawled across Remy’s lap, shiftless and still sweaty.

"I thought y' left me... an' den I thought... I thought Rogue—" killed y', cher.  I thought y' were trapped inside her forever.  He hugged Logan and nearly started to cry.  "I didn't tink I'd ever see y' again," he whispered.  "I'm sorry, Logan."

“What?  Yer crazy, kid,” he said as he squeezed him now that he had the strength, and stroked his hair.  “M' fine....  I'll always be fine....”  Remy really hoped so.  He hugged Logan tighter.  “Hey,” he said stroking his arms.  “I knew what I was doin'....”  He kissed Remy’s neck.  “I'm fine, all right?  Remy?”

Remy nodded shakily and leaned back from him.  "Den... do you still... wan' t' leave me...?" he asked tentatively.

“....What?” Oh.  “Cajun!”  Flopping back against the metal floor with a clunk, he asked, “Who said I wanted ta leave ya!!?”

Smiling shyly, Remy looked at Logan.  "I just kinda figured... de way you left... because o' how bad we fought..."

Sighing heavily, he realized he was a sensitive little thing and he was going to have to be careful with him.  “No...  Remy.”  Sighing, he tugged him down on the hard floor next to Logan.  “I wouldn't leave you like that...”

Remy smiled into his shoulder.  "Logan?" he asked.

“Yeah?” he asked with his fingers in Remy’s hair, stroking his neck.

"Will y' let me know... if y' wan' t' separate?  'Cause... it's really—jarrin’ t' think y' gon' up an' leave all de time."  He was feeling a lot better now that he knew Logan still cared for him and was going to stay with him.

Resting himself on an elbow, he cradled Remy.  “Yeah, Remy...  If I'm ever gonna leave ya, I'll let ya know....”  But that won't happen unless I'm dead.... or I've killed you ‘cause you slept with someone else.

He sighed and snuggled up to Logan.  "I'm sorry dat I'm such a punk," he mumbled into Logan's shoulder after a minute, though a smile still graced his lips.

Snorting, he kissed his neck, struggled to stand.  “This floor is freezin’,” he commented.  Remy nodded and got up, then helped Logan to stand, figuring he probably still felt a little off with the way he was having trouble.  Logan was trying to not show that he still feels a little wobbly.  “You need a shower, kid...  Y' still smell like me.”

Remy nearly purred at that comment.  "Okay... I'll shower.  But I'm usin' dat unscented stuff," he said as thought Logan would object.

Chuckling, he said, “Good.  Hate ta have sneezin' fits whenever yer around...  might think I got an allergy er somethin’.”

"You?  Allergic t' me?  Heav'n f'bid!" he cried. 

Snorting, he noticed how they were both pretty mood-swing-y.... or maybe were just really bad at talking things out.  “Hey...  You ah....  Wanna go out for dinner er anythin' tonight?” he asked scratching behind his ear self consciously.

Remy straightened and looked over at Logan as if he'd grown another head.  "Really?"  The smile that was spreading over his face though indicated how excited he was about the prospect.

Shrugging, he said, “Just if yer interested...  I mean, with Hank cooking tonight and all...  Not really in the mood for Twinkies.”

Remy laughed and nodded vigorously.  "I tink y' sensibilities're good when it come t' food, mon ami.  Where'd y' wanna go?"

Shrugging, he said, “I dunno.”  He got to Remy’s door and opened it.  “Maybe we can talk about that when you're outta the shower....?”  Remy nodded.  “Good.  Now get in there,” he said nodding in the direction of the bathroom, smacking his boxer clad butt.

Remy hopped into the bathroom and wished that Logan hadn't taken a shower earlier so he could persuade him in with him, but didn't think that was such a good idea at the moment.

Sitting down on the bed, Logan could still smell the sex there and felt a sharp pang of arousal.  He got up and moved pointedly away from the bed, shuffling over to a chair on the far side of the room.  He opened the window.

Remy washed up as quickly as possible, his body still feeling the effects of being nearly over fucked, but not quite.  He would probably still be randy by this evening.  He smiled to himself at the thought.  He wasn't sixteen any more, but he was still a performer.

Walking around Remy’s room, Logan happened to come across that old English sword Remy wanted to get fixed up.  It could definitely use some work, just by the look of the hilt.

Remy tried to keep himself from humming in the shower, but found that the echoing area and the splattering water always made his voice sound better and he really was in the mood to sing.  "She fuckin' hates me...  Trust—she fuckin' hates me! La la la la!  I tried too hard and she tore my feelin's like I had none—and ripped them away!"

Taking the handle of the rapier, and whipping it out like a true swashbuckler, Logan realized he only had the bottom half of the sword....  Oh, shit, did I just break it?

Remy came out of the shower toweling his hair and looked at Logan with his broken sword.  "Hey—dat's where dat ol' piece o' junk is.  I was lookin' for it."

Staring at it, Logan looked at Remy, seeing that he wasn’t mad.  “It was...  It was already broken.... right?”

"Long time ago.  Dat's de one I was hopin' you'd be able to help me fix.  I cleaned de sucker up as best I could, but dere's still gotta be blood in de deeper grooves."  Julian had given a fight of more strength than finesse and that had been his downfall.  That hadn't stopped his family members from charging in to avenge him and breaking the sword before the post-duel fight was stopped.

“Uh huh....”  Shaking the sheath to get the other end of the blade out, he cut his fingers when he was too busy looking at Remy in just a towel.

Sighing, Remy rubbed a few of his ribs, remembering being pierced through as punishment several days afterward.  He didn't have the scars any more, but the memory was still incredibly clear if he stopped to remember.  "It's still sharp, Logan," he admonished.  It was probably sharper at the broken end than at the banged up and dulled edges.

“Yeah....” he said, showing Remy the blood on his fingers.  “This is old,” he said wiping his blood on his jeans.  He didn’t have one pair of blood stain free jeans.  “How long you have this?” he asked swinging it around in the most expert fashion.

"Had dat for at least fifteen years, me.  It's an antique, really.  'S why I wanted to get it fixed.  De blade ain't wort' much any more, being all beat up, but de hilt still in pretty good condition.  I learned wit' dat sword, so it's got sentimental value too."  He remembered learning how to fence with his father and his brother Henri.

“Oh...”  He nodded.  He could understand how that was.  “I still have my first katana.... flimsy as a spider web, though.”  He swung Remy’s sword a little more, then furrowed his brow at it.  “At least... I think it was my first katana...  I don't really know for sure.”

Remy nodded and tried to sympathize, but didn't have a clue what it was like to not remember one's past.  His memory was too keen for him at times.

Sinking the blade back in the sheath, he said, “Yeah, that'd be easy to fix.”  He looked up at him.  “So where do ya wanna eat?”

"Anywhere y' wan'," he said with a smile.  Dough, I'd really like it if de place was okay wit' naked Cajuns.  He tried to hide his chuckle at the thought of him showing up to diner naked and having everyone admire him.  Any self-respecting establishment would of course, not admire him and throw him out.

Looking up at him, Logan gave him a sharky grin.  “What're you grinnin’ ‘bout?”

"Oh, just tinkin' dat it's be more comfortable jus' t' stay up here all nekkid," he said with his smile just as strong.

Chuckling at him, Logan said, “You could go without eatin’ and sleepin’ if it meant ya could have all the sex ya wanted, huh?”

Remy blushed at the comment and laughed, nervously.  "I s'pose I might," he said.  At least for a prolonged period of time.

Still smiling softly at him, Logan carefully approached.  “When was the last time y' had sex before me, Remy?”

"You know," he said shyly.  "Penrose.... But before her, it had been... six months?  Ever since Rogue got her powers back.”

Throwing his head back, Logan laughed.  “How could I forget?” he smirked at him a little.  “Was she good?”

"W—I-- y—yeah," he said, really flustered.  "I mean... I got off, but we were... y'know—in a hurry."

Smirking at him, he thought that was kinda cute.  “Too bad she turned out to be a right voodoo mamba, huh?”

Remy snorted.  "Left voodoo mamba, y' mean," he commented, annoyed. 

Chuckling at him, he said, “Ya sure can pick 'em, Remy.”  He said that knowing damn well that he 'picked' Logan.

"But dey always fun," he smiled and dropped his towel.

Logan took in his lovely hips and thighs and his delicious, slurpable cock.  He looked away really quickly, because man, he was always ready to mate like a wild puma.  “Well, wherever we're goin', y'aint goin’ like that.”

"Oui, I know.  I jus' can't tink of what t' wear... hmmm..." he said, ponderingly, not moving to go to any drawers or the closet.

“Maybe... if you looked it would help...” he said trailing his eyes down Remy’s torso, gazing longingly at his nipples.

"Never helps," he said, dismissively and only thought that it didn't help him get sex, but decided after a moment that it really would be better to go out and get something to eat with Logan.  He wanted to act like a normal couple.  A bright smile lit his face as he remembered just what would be perfect to wear and went to find it in his drawers.  He made sure to bend over facing away from Logan when he did though—just to be a friggin' tease.

“You're such a frickin’ tease, Gumbo.”  He didn’t mind eyeing his lovely bottom like a dirty old man, though.

Remy smirked over his shoulder.  "Remy just bein' himself."

“Yeah... a tart.” He said and smacked him lightly on the tush.  Logan wouldn’t confess how much he loved his tartiness... as long as it was directed towards him.

Remy smiled and leaned over to kiss Logan affectionately on the lips.

Starting off smiling, Logan kissed him and his smile melted away, because his lips were too tasty to ignore.  Remy had a shirt in his hands, but was ignoring it for a moment as the kiss changed caliber.  The hand that wasn't holding the shirt moved up to Logan's face and slid through his hair.  Logan purred a bit against Remy’s lips, and reached out to grab his hip with one hand, but knew if his hand got there, it was all over.  “Wait...” he said pulling away.  “If we...  We'll never eat tonight...”

Remy smiled and nodded.  "Sorry.  Even when I ain' horny, I'm a cad."  He sighed as if he were greatly put upon by fate.  "I guess none of us can be perfect," he said looking up at the ceiling.

“Mmmhmm....” he smiled at the sight of his neck.  “You might want to wear a scarf, darlin’....  Looks like someone tried to take a bite outta ya,” he said touching one of his multiple, enormous hickies.

Remy started slightly at the touch; they were a little sore.  "I like showin' m' marks, Logan," he said seductively, looking at Logan with a predatory smile.  “Dey make me feel like I belong t' y'.”

Logan’s eyes dilated big time; he was thinking the exact same thing.  He thought they looked just like little brands.  “Yeah....  They look good on ya....”

"Glad y' like 'em."  'Cause I do.  "We should go some place casual.  Maybe even a place where we can play a little pool after?  I'll beat de pants off y'—how 'bout it?"

Snorting at him, he said, “We'll see about that.”  He finally put that shirt on that he had been carrying around for ages.  “How ‘bout that little place next ta Harry’s?

"Sounds great," he said putting on the shirt he had picked out and then scrounged for some jeans. 

Watching him while he struggled his shoes on, his heart beat a bit fast because Remy was his, finally his!  He gave a mad scientist laugh on the inside.

Remy finally got completely dressed and was looking casual in jeans, but in that elegant way of his, wearing a gray polo shirt that hugged his skin.  He turned to Logan and smiled.  "Ready when you are."

Suddenly Logan felt entirely underdressed even though he was not wearing anything fancy... he just look so fuckin’ good.  “Ah... yeah...  Lets go.”

 

 

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