Part 9

 

 

 Emma searched out Logan after about a half hour.  Remy was still in Scott's office—asleep.  Logan was on the back porch, smoking and looked up when Emma neared.  "Remy is asleep," she said gently as she approached.

Nodding, he asked, “How is he?”

"Not well.  He can't seem to keep his shields up against the strong emotions he has inside him, or around him.  I think what has been happening is that he isn't able to fully reconstruct the shields and an emotion may leak through.  He reacts to it, or it itself gains momentum in his mind and brings down the shielding again.  It's going to be next to impossible for him to build stable shields—not like he'd been doing before."

Sighing, Logan looked at his cigar.  “So... what can we do?”

“Theoretically, he should be in isolation until he can build shields that are as strong as the ones he had before—which were built up over years and years of self defense, it seemed.  The problem with that is that being in such emotional isolation from people may actually drive him insane."

Logan swallowed.  “What if I took him back to my cabin... just me?”

"Out of the question.  I still need to work with him on his handling of these abilities.  He also needs to be able to have complete isolation if he should need it, and he can only get that here or from an experienced telepath.  It might be a good idea to have his contact with others minimized if you could stay with him though.  You would still have to be very careful with him; he's still responsive to the emotions of those around him."

“.....  What about the boat house?”

"That would not be a bad idea," she said.

Nodding, he said, “I'll get some shit ready then...”  He was a little exhausted by all this and went inside to pack.

Emma was going over the possibility of having to work with them as a couple should they move in together.  She sighed at the extra complication, but started thinking about scenarios and went to notify Scott who was probably stumbling upon a puffy-eyed, sleeping Gambit in his office right about now.

Scott didn’t see him until he sat down to work, and nearly leapt a mile high, yelping a little. **Emma...?** she heard Scott in her head. 

**Yes, dear?** she thought sweetly to him and started down the hall.

**There's a Cajun on my sofa.**

**Oh, yes, I left that there by accident.  I'll come to retrieve it and have my wicked way with him so you can go about your work.**

**You're the devil, Emma... What's wrong with him?**

**Serious issues.  He can't seem to keep any decent shields up for any length of time.**  She stepped into Scott's intact office and said out loud, "He's going to be moving to the boathouse with Logan."

Scott sighed.  “Well, if that isn't the ideal relationship.  Does he have to stay in here?”

"I was just about to wake him up," she explained and built a shield around them before waking Gambit from his slumber.  "Remy?" she shook him lightly.  Remy started awake and looked around to see Scott.  Their session was over then.

"Sorry, Emma.  Guess dat took more outta me dan I tought..."

Scott was watching curiously.  I always wondered about you, Cajun.

"Don't worry about it.  Logan is waiting for you up in your room.  Go rest there."  Remy nodded and rose from Scott's couch.

Logan was actually going back and forth between Remy’s room, his own room and the boathouse.  When Remy got up to his room he plopped onto his bed.  Logan came in, a little sweaty.  “Oh!  Hey, kid.”

Remy looked up at Logan's sweaty appearance and raised an eyebrow.  "Workin' out?" he asked.

“No.  Movin’,” he said, grinning a little.  “How's stayin’ in the boathouse sound?”

"De boathouse?"  I'd be so far away... I don' wanna be isolated from everybody again.  It was bad enough when I couldn' feel people 'round me....  He admitted the buzz was comforting… and he also didn’t want to be completely alone.

Sitting next to him, Logan started off, “Emma thought it'd be a good idea...  We'd just be a quick jump away if we needed Emma and there won't be all these emotions pounding against yer head....”  He ruffled Remy’s locks.

Remy felt lightheaded ever since his frustration attack, but he smiled at Logan, touched that he said 'we.'  Logan would be going with him!  His stomach fluttered a little and he said, "I'd like dat, Logan."

Logan kissed his cheek, then playfully down his neck. “Good. Cause I ain't movin’ all that shit back in.”  Remy chuckled lightly.  “So... Anything else ya want packed? I was thinkin’ a movin’ a double bed in there, cause there's just a twin, now.”

"Dat's a good idea. I'll help y' move it." Remy felt relieved beyond words.

Grinning a little at the sight of him, Logan said, “You look like a man who's death sentence has been lifted.”

"Don' say dat, Logan," he whined.

“Sorry, kiddo.... Just sayin’ you look relieved is all,” he said, stroking his hair.

Remy smiled at Logan. "Was kiddin'. I know dat's probably what I look like. I jus' feel so... tossed aroun'," he tried to explain.

“Yeah... I know...” he said stroking his cheek. “You stay here and rest.  I'll set everything up at the boathouse.”

"I'll move de bed wit' y'. Lemme know when y' gon' need help." Remy leaned back on his bed and tried to relax. He'd had a headache ever since he talked with Emma in Scott's office and he massaged his temples trying to rid himself of it.

Leaning over him, Logan gave his temples and his neck soft kisses. “All right... Sleep….” Remy nodded and watched Logan move about the room.

Gathering up some things in boxes, Logan lifted them easily out of the room. He would check up on him to see if he was asleep from time to time. Remy nodded off as Logan moved around. When he was sure he was asleep, he went to move the double bed, not going to make Remy do strenuous work in his state. Logan worked hard in the house for hours to make it nice for Remy’s arrival. He was actually dusting. Dusting!

Remy woke after about two hours of sleeping like a log. His father would have been mad at him if he saw how soundly he was sleeping. He might not have woken up if an elephant came into his room.

Remy stretched in his bed and snuggled into the covers deeper. He was warm and rested and feeling pretty good... considering how he was feeling shortly before this.

Working about, Logan was putting linens on the bed, putting up Remy’s trinkets, like his favorite clock, and filling the fridge. Remy waited in his room for Logan to come and get him so he could help him move the big bed, but was getting worried after he had waited a while. He got up to move around and felt groggy, but was able to make his way down to the boathouse. He made sure to bring his jacket with him on the way out, as it was still cold. Once he got to the boathouse, he knocked on the door and hoped that Logan was there.

Logan had been working hard dusting and sweeping and mopping and vacuuming. Looking up from scrubbing the shower tiles, he went to answer the door. “Oh, hey, darlin’!” He was absolutely filthy when he answered the door.

Remy smiled at him and took in his sweaty, disheveled appearance. "You uh... need any help?" he asked.

“No... No, I'm good.”  He smiled at Remy. “Come on in,” he said pulling him inside. “I was going to make a fire before ya got here, but I didn't have the time.”

"Oh... I'll take care o' dat," Remy said walking over to the fireplace. He pecked Logan on the lips before he moved. It was kind of cold in the place because it hadn't been heated. He hoped that he could get it cozy by this evening.

Smiling, Logan followed after him. “How's it look?”

"A lot better shape dan I left it, dat's fer sure," he said looking around. Remy remembered what he did and didn’t clean when he left.  "When you need help wit dat bed?" Remy asked as he arranged the wood for burning.

Raising an eyebrow, Logan said, “It’s already set up, darlin’,”

"What?" Remy asked looking up at Logan from his squat down by the fireplace.

“It's already set up in the bedroom,” he said pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

Remy glanced back at the room, then scowled at Logan. "You were gon' wake me up t' help y'," he stated. He didn't look that upset from the smile that was peeking through his lips.

Kissing Remy’s head, he said, “Couldn't bring myself ta disturb ya... Yer so cute when yer sleepin’...”

"I'm not cute when I'm workin' up a sweat?" he asked, mock offended.

“Not when y' need ta be restin’... But I suspect when y' get better we'll have ta test it....”

"Better?" Remy asked. He didn't think of himself as being ill....

“Yeah,” Logan said stroking his hair away from his face. “When yer... Y' know... not havin’ attacks er anythin’….”

"Does dat mean dat because I'm ineligible for Danger Room activities dat you're gon' restrict de bedroom activities?" he asked, indignantly.

Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Hadn't thought of that... What do you think?”

"I tink not," he said determinedly.

The other eyebrow rose to join its partner. “Really? What if you end up gettin’... I dunno... dizzy?” he asked sort of teasing him.

Remy half smirked. "Den you'll have ta catch me." He paused, "Or I'll jus' pass out from y' tremendous lovin'."

Logan snorted at him and pulled him into his manly armpit. “Y' sound a little fragile ta me.”

“Fragile or not, Logan...." I wan' my lovin'! "I couldn' stop lovin' y'." He hugged Logan tightly.

Smiling, Logan kissed his head. He was really fond of Remy. “Y' say the sappiest things, darlin’...” He was really touched though.

“Not my fault I'm a hopeless romantic," Remy smiled.

“Yer not that hopeless, kid....”  Carding his fingers through Remy’s hair, he felt really concerned about him.

"Non, I'm pretty convinced dat I am," he said, trying to accept his situation.  "I mean—why else would I have to come all de way out here?"

“Whaddya mean?  We are still talking about romance, right?” he asked nuzzling against him.

Remy snorted lightly at himself.  "Guess I got side tracked.  I'm jus' bein' all depressed."  He snuggled into Logan and hugged him.  He was really scared, but he didn't know if he could admit to how scared he was just yet.  "Cheer me up?" he asked with a sly smile.

Raising his eyebrows at Remy, he had a good suspicion of what he wanted.  “And how do you propose I do that?  I'm not too good at tellin’ jokes.”

Remy smiled and leaned away from Logan to look at him.  "I ain' proposin', cher; you de one who wanted to move in wid me," he smiled, barely able to contain his laughter.

Grinning at him, Logan let his fingers skate along Remy’s ribs and his sides.  “Ticklish, kid?”

Clenching up hard at the ghosting, Remy prepared to be tickled.  "Don' even tink 'bout it, cher," he warned with his eyes tightly shut.

“Why?  Y' know how I like it when y' wiggle.”  Logan actually tickled him and nibbled on his throat a little at the same time.

"Ah!!  Non, Logan, please!" he begged.

Not relenting, Logan tickled him harder in fact, biting gently on his throat and growling against him.  He tipped him back onto the floor and crawled atop his captive.

"Ah-hah!  Logan—have mercy, please!" he shouted, writhing wildly against Logan, beginning to kick and become more violent involuntarily.  Logan was getting quite hot at the way Remy was writhing against him like that.  Settling between his thighs, Logan gentled his tickling to soft strokes and deep kisses.

"You are an evil man, Logan," Remy mumbled playfully against Logan's lips.

Grunting, Logan kissed him again, hands still up Remy’s shirt and petting him now, covering him with his entire, warm, strong body.  Remy's hands started roaming and he decided to be mean back to Logan.  After letting his hands gently slide over his flesh, he stiffened his fingers and jabbed with them tickling his ribs.

Jerking, Logan sat up fast.  “Hey!  Y' don't wanna start a war with me, Cajun... Trust me, you'll loose.”  Logan crawled back on top of him, just to see if he would behave.

Remy's eyes sparkled and glowed.  "War?"  Dat sounds interrestin'! and he jabbed Logan shortly to test and see how much he could get away with.

Grinning, Logan wrestled with him a little, hand on his wrist.  He started tickling him back, trapping Remy’s body beneath his, wrestling about, growling softly and playfully.  He threw Remy off guard occasionally by nibbling his ear.  Remy whimpered at the nibbling of his ear and then shouted into Logan's loudly at the unexpected sensation of being tickled again.

"Ah!!!!"  He giggled uncontrollably.  "You gonna start a war all right!" and he tickled hard in return.

Chuckling out loud, Logan flipped him over and allowed him to be on top just so he didn’t accidentally crush him, going for his sides and wriggling away from Remy’s clever fingers.  He got his shirt bunched up under his armpits in the scuffle.

Remy tried to control Logan’s hands with a leg, enabling him to get at Logan's sides more readily, but wasn't able to hold onto it for long.  Pulling out of Remy’s grip pretty easily, Logan was now stealing more kisses when he wasn’t occupied with laughing.  He really was most obviously turned on by the way Remy writhed.  Remy was slimy in trying to get away, but was always back in the fray again, wanting to attack again.... wanting more kisses.

Finally, Logan managed to get a hold of both of his wrists and holding them firmly, pulled him down to give him a long, deep, wet one.  Remy giggled, then coming down from the high, sighed into the kiss and deepened it, feeling Logan's teeth and tongue.  Logan was such a good kisser.  Growling softly against Remy’s lips, he tilted his head to kiss Remy deeper, slowly releasing his hands.  He had a crazed passion for his lips and the taste of Remy.   Remy started writhing on top of Logan in the kiss and grinding his hips against Logan’s.

Oh, his hard on was right there.  He stroked Remy’s hair and down his back to cradle his lovely bottom.  Logan petted Remy’s oversensitive tickled skin.  His hips lifted up into Logan’s palm, wanting attention, but ground back against Logan again, unable to decide which he liked better. Remy started, as if expecting to be tickled, but relaxed and half chuckled into Logan's mouth, grinding his own hardening manhood into Logan's. 

Running his hands all over him, Logan groped him like a school boy.  He didn’t know if he was ready for full on sex, but dipped his hand between Remy’s legs anyway, then slid it back up to fondle his butt.

Remy straddled Logan's hips so he could grind with more control and he started finding his way under Logan’s clothes and playing with his nipples.  He decided that he would be a punk for just a second longer and tickled Logan lightly at the ribs while playing with his quickly hardening nipples.

Grunting at him when he did that, it resulted in lifting his hips into Remy’s sharply.  “Tease...”  Pulling Remy’s shirt off, even if there wasn’t sex, he freaking loved the sight of Remy naked.

Remy shivered involuntarily and snuggled into Logan's warm body, tugging at his shirt so he'd have to share in the cold.  He liked Logan's bare skin too.  He was furry, but soft and warm with the definite sensation of skin underneath.

Helping him get his own shirt off, Logan pulled a throw blanket off the sofa and draped it over them so they were in a little tent together.  He was having a horrible time not taking off Remy’s pants, but knew that he couldn't resist if they were both naked and writhing...  He needed to consider Remy’s health first....  although he kept kissing him passionately.

Warm and cuddly, Remy started purring against Logan's chest, the shields he had cobbled together after his visit with Emma ever so slowly starting to fail.  He didn't try to keep them up... not when Logan was such an inviting force beyond.  He felt like he'd been thirsting for his emotions for days now, but it hadn't been that long since he'd been sharing Logan’s feelings with him... had it?

Purring back against him, Logan finally freed Remy’s lips.  He couldn’t see him well under the blanket, but traced his cheek and his jaw, smelling and studying him, trying to calm his own ardor.

Smiling at Logan, he asked, "Cher?" conspiratorially.

“Mmm?” he asked, his nose in Remy’s neck, fingers curling in his hair and against the small of his back.  God damn but he smelled good.

"Do you mind if I..." he hesitated.  "If I’m... in y' head?"  He knew that Logan had told him that he was okay with it, but he had been told by Emma repeatedly that he needed to ask for entrance by every person ever time he entered their mind or allowed himself to receive their emotion.  It wasn't quite clear if he were going into their mind, or just allowing things into his, but Emma was still working on that.  He still felt nervous about asking every time he did.  This was still such a new concept to him—seeing what others were feeling....

“No... No, Remy, I don't mind....”  He was thrilled that there actually weren’t any scary emotions in there at all.  It would be safe for an infant except for the maddening lust for the man.  Remy smiled and closed his glowing eyes and felt out for Logan.  When he found him, he felt the emotions that were present and his breath caught in his throat a little.  It was... like a rush—feeling these things inside Logan's mind.

“Y'okay?”  He was concerned for Remy, but, oh, god, he thought his heart had beat for him ever since that ridiculous day on the docks.  He thought Remy was the most beautiful thing in the universe and definitely the best smelling....  He sort of felt like his heart was going to explode in the best of ways.

"Mmm?" he asked, still feeling the rush of emotions—it was like getting an extra dose of serotonin—very nice.

“’Mmm’ what?”  Rubbing his stubble against Remy’s, Logan shifted his uncomfortable erection into a better place, fidgeting his hips about.

"Mmm.  Sorry, Logan," he said and his eyes were defocused and glassy when he opened them again.  The glow in his eyes was intense as he looked at Logan.  "Y' feel good," he said as he examined each emotion in turn.  He finally got to the lustful emotion and his hips jerked when he encountered it.  "Dieu," he whispered.

Grabbing Remy’s hips, he asked, “Y'all right?”  He ran his lips up Remy’s neck.  “Everything's cool?”  He was concerned when he lowered his shields that something unexpected would get in there and freak him out.

"Yeah... real cool, cher," he said with a tone nearing desperation as he bucked sporadically against Logan.  Remy wanted their clothing gone, and tugged at Logan's jeans, in a less than coordinated fashion, after scooting down off his hips.

“Hey... darlin’... That ain't such a good idea....” he said trying to pull Remy’s hands away from his jeans.

"W-what?" he asked, feeling the concern wash through Logan.  "Why y' worried?" he asked.

Huffing a little, he pulled his jeans back up over hips.  “Yer weak, darlin’...  Y' should be restin’ right now...”  He was such a bad nurse.

"Oh..." he said disappointedly.  "Dat's okay, cher," he said, and moved to snuggle him instead.  He concentrated on the other emotions that were present there and sighed across Logan's chest, ruffling his chest hair.

Eyes almost crossing as Remy shifted against him, Logan concentrated hard on evening out his breathing and going into that quiet, zen state where there are no erections... meditating if you will, to calm his body into a normal state.  He pulled the blanket off of his head so he wasn’t breathing pure, intoxicating Remy-scent.

Remy squirmed against him as he got comfortable under the covers, still completely covered by the warm blanket.  He felt connected to Logan and so didn't feel ignored when the blanket separated them.  It could hardly do that as Remy was right in Logan’s mind.  He hummed against the burly chest and marveled at what Logan's mind felt like meditating.  It was eerily creepy after all the good feelings that he'd been having earlier.  "Um... wha' cha doin'?" he asked.

Startled out of it, body calming, Logan lifted the blanket and peered down at Remy.  “Huh?  Oh...  Just... calmin’ down….”

"Oh, okay, cher."  Remy tried to ignore the slightly creepy emptiness, but before long, there really wasn't anything left in Logan's mind for Remy to sense.  There was void and Remy searched for traces of feelings, but there just weren't any.  The last one faded away in his grasp and Logan's mind was just open space.

Remy whimpered after a moment and asked, "Cher...?  You okay?" with a twinge of fear creeping into his voice.

Entirely content, Logan felt all those fragmented pieces coming back together to make a whole.  “Mmmhmmm...”  Opening his eyes, he smiled at him.

Remy smiled relieved and rested his head on Logan's chest.  "Don' cha jus' wan' stay like dis f'ever sometimes?"

Settling, he thought about it.  “Sometimes.  But definitely not all the time...  I'd get antsy.”

Remy smiled at Logan.  Yeah, he would get antsy too.  But sometimes, the wish flittered across his mind and he wanted to spend an entire day of doing nothing with his partner.  Now his partner was Logan and he was feeling that he wanted to do a whole lot of nothing with him.  He let the feeling go and sighed. 

Trailing his fingers through Remy’s hair, Logan reached out with one hand to grab a log to toss on the fire and couldn’t quiet reach it, so ejected a claw into it, effectively spitting it, and moved it into the fire.  “There.”

Remy started in Logan's grasp as the claw ejected, mostly at the new feeling of pain that skittered across Logan's mind.  Remy wasn't used to it and so flinched pretty heavily.

Looking down at him, he asked, “Y' all right kid?  I startle ya?”

Remy smiled just a little.  "Sorry, cher.  Jus'...." didn' know I could feel physical pain.  "Just startled me is all."

Raising his eyebrow, he asked, “Are you still open to me?  Did I feel somethin’ funny?”

"Non," not funny.  Paintful.  "I'm fine, cher."  He leaned up to kiss Logan and then sat himself closer to the fire.  He thought about this new development and really should have realized it sooner, given that he could sense others' physical pleasure.  He looked back at Logan and smiled at him warmly. 

Smirking at him lopsidedly, he pulled his knees up and rested his elbows on them, watching Remy.  “You can tell me 'bout it, y'know...”

"Tell y' what?" he asked sounding curious.

“Whatever it is that’s on yer mind.”

"Jus' wonderin' what de rest o t'day is gon' hold.  She kinda windin' down an' I already took a nap," he smirked as he looked out the window at the sun that was mostly gone.

Logan was going to clean some more, but realized that was no fun.  “Well...  Whaddya wanna do?”

"Anythin' t’ cook wid down here?" he asked.  He hadn't left the place well stocked—in fact, he had never had the place well stocked which was one of the reasons Hank got after him when he first got back.  It had been a long time since then though, and Remy was well in shape again, if but for a few days without regular exercise.

“Yeah!”  He got up.  “I stole a lotta stuff from the kitchen, and I figured we could go shopping tomorrow for some fresh stuff...  Getcha some a that Creole stuff you like...

Remy laughed.  "Oui, I'd like dat.  But... you sure y' can stand my cookin'?" he asked, still chuckling.

Snorting, Logan said, “Sure.  Thank god my taste buds heal up as fast as everything else.”  He grinned at him.

"You insultin' m' culinary skill, monsieur?" he challenged.

“No,” he said as he started rummaging through cupboards.  “I'm admiring your endurance to spice.”

Remy snapped his fingers in a 'shucks' gesture and hoped that he would get another excuse to tussle with Logan.  That had been lots of fun.  He smiled and went to help Logan figure out what was in the kitchen that they could work with.

“Got sandwich makin’s....  Hank wouldn't let me take the steak... And of course, soon as you're up to it, we're welcome to eat at the mansion if you wanna....”

Remy pursed his lips slightly and nodded.  He didn't know how often he would want to eat with everybody with how many rumors would be flying around about them.  They would have to see when he felt up to facing people again.

Moving over to Remy and stroking his arm, Logan said, “I know yer not ready for people yet, darlin’....”

Remy nodded.  "Hope dat's okay.  It's jus'... dis whole ting is so... weird," he complained.  Remy was about to ask Logan if he wouldn't meditate when he was there, but decided to leave it alone.  He needed to get used to feeling all sorts of mental states.  He needed to shield himself against them.  He flushed out his own frustration with the situation and concentrated on Logan again.  Logan's mind was filled with a gentle concern and he enjoyed that.

Popping his neck, Logan could feel that weird tingle, but it was different from a telepathic tingle.  “So, Cyke asked me a while ago if I would teach a class.”

"Yer kiddin'!  Wha'cha gonna teach?" he asked smiling widely.

“Well, I haven't said yes yet.  He wants me to teach History.”

"Really?"  I woulda thought he'd have y' teachin' de more physical classes... 'cause y' good at physical stuff.  "Dat could be interrestin'.  You know much about it yet?"

Shrugging, he said, “I can read.  What more do I need ta know?”

"Oh... I just thought—  Never mind what I t’ought.  You're good wit' de kids.  Dey like y'."

Grinning, Logan accused, “You thought I'd be doing somethin’ sexier...  like powers practice,” he said chuckling.

"Sexier dan dat—martial arts trainin'—oh yeah," he moaned.

Ruffling Remy’s hair he said, “The constants get that stuff, darlin’....  I think Scott's teachin’ that.”

"Pff!  Scott?  Like he could even teach zenpu kaiten," Remy grumbled. [Translation, "forward roll" in Japanese.]

“Hey, go easy on the poor guy....”  He opened some cupboards again.  “At least he's going to be here whenever he's needed...  What do you wan to eat?”

"Einh, whatever's fine.  I ain' feelin' particularly picky at de moment.  I'll make a sandwich 'er somethin'.”

Nodding, Logan got out sandwich makings.  “Would that bother you?  If I was gone for a while during the day?”

"I'll be fine, Logan.  I gotta do all sorts of exercises from Emma, so I'll be jus' fine by m'self.  Not like I'm a kid again jus' 'cause I have new powers t' deal with."

Logan nodded.  “Just checkin...  Cause I got training, too...  Mayo?” he asked holding up a jar.

"Nev' touch de stuff," Remy shook his head in declination.  He grabbed for the mustard instead.

Snorting, Logan asked, “Watching yer girlish figure?” as he slathered Mayo on his because his body burned the fat faster than he could ingest it.

"Nah, jus' taste like a whole lotta nuthin'," he commented and reached for some meat to go on his mustarded bread.

There was a knock on the door of the boathouse.  Logan had his fingers covered in meat and mayo and other such stuffing and asked, “Could ya get that, darlin’?  I'm a bit of a mess.”  Remy looked over at the door with a perplexed expression and went to answer it.

Peter shifted uncomfortably as the door was opened.  “Remy?”  Opening it, Remy saw Peter and slammed his shields shut, wincing at the recoil from ejecting himself from the light contact he had with Logan. 

"Oui?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck nonchalantly, trying to smile at Peter, but it just wasn't working.  He didn't get any feelings from Peter, thankfully because he had been focused on Logan when his shields went up.

“Remy...  I just wanted to make sure you were all right.  I have been greatly concerned....”  He really was.  He thought this was the worst interaction he ever had with someone he was attracted to.

"Oh, I'm jus' fine, Peter."  He knew that it really didn't look that way from the fit he threw a short while ago.  He also knew that he should apologize for that, although he wasn't sure if he should explain.  "I'm sorry 'bout dat... episode in de hall.  I din' mean f' it t' look like it was directed at y'.  It wasn'," he reassured.

Nodding, very self consciously, he said, “I will...  I am sorry as well.  You obviously wish to be alone.  I will leave, now.”  He smiled at him awkwardly, resisting the urge to metal up.

Remy blinked at Peter, not knowing what to do, and so let him go.  "See y', Peter," he said and closed the door after he was down the walkway.  Peter bowed his head.  He could just smash it against something and he allowed himself to metal up on the way home.

Remy didn't know if he should have invited him in or what.  Mildly, he wondered how Logan knew that Peter had feelings for him anyway.  He grimaced and turned back to Logan.

“Who was it?”

"Peter," he said and went to sit in the seat he just left.  "I don' get it.  You said de guy had feelin's for me?"

Nodding, he said, “Pretty sure he does....”

"How do y' know?" he asked.

“C'n smell him,” he explained handing him his plate.

"Oh..." Remy said, as if that were all the explanation he needed.  He looked back up at Logan.  "What do I do?" he asked.

“About what?” he asked before tearing into his sandwich.  He always seems to eat like an animal.

"Do I ignore 'im?  Do I face 'im an' say, sorry, homme, but I'm not available?  Do I stay friends wit' him?  Do yell at 'im f' bein' attracted t' me?  What should I do?  F' bein' an empath... I ain' got no feel f' how t' treat dis...."

“Well... I wouldn't get mad at him...  It's not his fault he's attracted to you.  Lord knows you'd have no friends if ya got mad at everyone who was attracted to you.”

Remy chuckled.  "Oui...  'Suppose Pete ain' blind.  Jus' makes it hard, oui?"

“Aren't ya used to it by now?”

"Used t' what?  Logan, y' de first man besides Northstar dat actually expressed attraction t' me.  I don' know how t' deal wit' it."

Mock scowling at him, Logan growled, “Liar.”

Remy sighed looking up at the ceiling.  "I meant on de team!" 

“You've had women on the team interested in you.  It's the same, isn’t it?”

"Hmmm...." Remy thought about it.  The women usually stayed away from him even if they were interested—which none really were except for Rogue, which of course had complicated things.  Just have ta be careful 'bout conversation den, I guess.

Licking the mustard off his fingers, Logan smiled at him.  “He throws ya, huh?”

"He's jus' so... shy.  Yeah, it throws me off."

“He's cute,” Logan commented, baiting him.

"He got too much of a baby face," Remy said casually.

Raising his eyebrows, Logan said, “You think?  He's... chiseled.”

Remy cast a glance at Logan out of the corner of his eye and chuckled.  "You tink I like 'im don' y'!?"

“Never said that.... Just said he was cute...”  Logan grinned at him, taking his empty plate to the sink.

"Mon dieu, I tink y' jealous, homme!" Remy jeered as Logan moved.  He got up out of his chair and slithering up behind Logan, sliding his crotch against Logan's rear.

Chuckling, he said, “What're you doin’, Remy?”

"Assurin' y' dat y're attractive, an' dat I care 'bout y'."  Remy breathed in Logan's scent and started at the smell of-- peaches.  He chuckled to himself.

“I know, I know.”  He brushed him off.  “You done eating?”

Remy shook his head.  "I tink I haven' even started," he said, reaching around to Logan's jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping his hands in to find Logan's softness.  He thought about what sucking on him soft would feel like... sensing him grow in his mouth.  He smirked at the thought.

Wriggling away, Logan shouted, “Hey!”  He started buttoning his pants.  “Not till yer ready!”  And definitely not after just talking about Colossus.

Remy pouted at Logan.  "Why?  Y' tink I'm gon’ imagine him instead o de great hunk o' flesh I got in front o' me?" he asked, looking predatorily at Logan.

“No...  Just think we should wait till yer feelin' better...  'sides,” he said going into the other room to put more wood on the fire, “ya didn't even tell me what Peter wanted...  Just to see your handsome face er what?”

"I don' get dis whole—feelin' better ting y' been talkin' about.  I feel fine.  An' Peter jus' wanned to see if I was okay.  I apologized to 'im, so he wouldn' tink I'm a total ass, an' den he left.  Big deal."

Looking up from the fire, Logan said gravely, “Remy...  Why did you have that fit?”

Remy looked at the floor.  "I din' know what t' do when I was bein' lied to an' knew it.  I could tell dat Peter wanned to talk, but he wouldn' so what was I s'posed t' do?"  He had felt so helpless and useless in that moment.  "I got kinda mad dat I couldn' push 'im t' talk, 'cause den he'd know dat I saw what he was feelin'.  I didn' know if I was s'posed t' pretend not t' see, or what."

“Oh, right,” he said remembering that he mentioned this, touching his hand.  “Y'ever think about the possibility that people might find out about this new gift a yours?  People are already talking....”

Remy closed his eyes and felt a sting in his eyes.  "I tought 'bout it....  Dieu, Logan... not even Rogue knows."

Gently, he asked, “Why does it scare you to think that other people may know?”

"Logan... people will tink I'm manipulating dem!!  I don' want dat!" he cried looking at Logan with a pained expression.

“Remy...  They know there are telepaths in the building...  Emma could tear open people's minds or just subtly make them do whatever she wanted...  But the kids don't worry because they trust her...  They'll trust you, too.”

"But I can' even control it yet," he said.  “Logan, what if I do manipulate somebody on accident?  What if I manipulate you on accident?"  Would you hate me?

Logan stroked his cheek.  “Kid, everyone fucks up when they realize they ain't normal.  Everyone.  But that’s why Emma's here....”  He grinned, sitting on the arm of the sofa.  “You realize that all the kids here are just as freaked out about their mutant powers just as you are about yours?  If anyone can sympathize, it’s them.  Just ‘cause you're older don't make it any easier...   I'm sure my adamantium took some getting’ used to.”  He couldn’t remember for sure, but c'mon, it had to have been weird.

"Dey should, but dey're just kids, Logan... an' kids jus' hurt each oder." 

Taking Remy’s hips, he pulled him between his spread legs.  “Even the kids know not to fuck with you...”  He knew they were all freaking terrified of Logan and that they probably all knew they were together.  Logan was a little sad to see Remy weakened to this boyish state because of this.

Remy nodded numbly in Logan's grasp.  "I guess it wouldn' be so bad for dem to find out... but den dere'd be all dese weird looks wherever I go an' who knows de feelin's I'd stumble across!"  He didn't think it would be as easy as all that to divorce himself from the feelings he encountered.  They kind of resonated inside him and that was what Emma said was the problem with maintaining his shields in the first place.

Stroking his hips and sides, Logan said, “You think you won't get strange looks and funny feelin’s with them wonderin’ what it is as opposed to knowin’?  In my experience curiosity's pretty potent stuff.”

"So is mistrust," he said quietly.  Mistrust was one he knew well.  Even without being an empath.  He didn't want a close up view of it.

Pulling him close, Logan put his chin on Remy and looked up like a well-loved puppy.  “If they trust Emma, they can trust you.  My god, that woman's a viper.  If they trust her, they'll trust anyone.”

Remy smiled at Logan's appallet of Emma.  It was particularly amusing because Remy recalled that Logan was married to Viper.  "Speakin' o' Viper...." Remy asked.

“God.  Let's not,” he groaned pressing his face into Remy’s tummy.

"You still married?" he asked gingerly.

Twisting his jaw, he didn’t know how to answer that one.  “I don't know.  You'd have to ask Japan.”

Remy nodded and decided to shut up.

Looking up at Remy, he grinned.  “Don't worry.  She won't be showin’ up an tryin’ ta claim me.”

Remy hugged Logan and nuzzled him.  Cradling Remy’s head, he snogged him.  Remy didn't know what to say at that point.  "I guess... I dunno... should I make an announcement?  Dat sounds stupid."

Shrugging, Logan said, “Maybe if anyone asks you could just tell them.”

Remy pursed his lips.  "I s'pose dat'd work."

“There, see?  I think half yer problem is worryin’ about it so much.”

Remy chuckled.  "I didn' used to be dis much of a worry-wart.  What happened to me, Logan?" Remy asked missing his very care-free life.

“Well...” he said playing with his fingers.  “Ya got knocked around a little...  But y’ll recover...”

Remy nodded, hoping that Logan's prognosis was correct.

Grinning, he chuckled a little.  “Yer still worryin’... I can tell.”

"I can't help it.  Dere's only one ting known in de universe t' make Remy not worry," he said.

“What's that?”

"Sex," he purred with a sly smile, knowing that Logan would refuse him again, as he had already done so twice, but wanting to razz him about it.

Grinning at him, he said, “Sex is only distracting for an hour or two...  Then what?”

"Mmmmm....?  More sex?" Remy batted his eyelashes at Logan.  He couldn't keep the innocent face on for long and bust out laughing.

Logan laughed with him, flopping back on the couch.  He pulled Remy atop him and kissed him, still chuckling against his lips.  “Yer libedo is outta control, kid...”

"I know, I know.  I'm insatiable."  Remy sighed, but he really was content just to joke with Logan and not angst about anything.  He would ask if they could go to a movie, but he didn't think he could handle all the people.

Stroking Remy’s back a little, he said softly.  “Emma tol’ me she wanted ta have a word with me after dinner... I'mma bit nervous.”

"What did Emma wanna see y' about?  Did she say?"

“No...  Y'know how damn spooky she is.”  He went a little boneless on the couch.  He didn’t want to bother with ice queens.

"Y' tellin' me.  Y' should have 'er in y' mind teachin' y' shit.  It's hard t' listen to her."

Sighing, Logan petted his lovely auburn hair, looking at all the highlights and nuances with hypersensitive eyes.  “I'm sorry about all this, darlin’.”

"Sorry?  'Bout what?" he asked.

“That ya gotta go through this...”  He didn’t like seeing Remy suffer and be unhappy.  He liked it best when he was that swaggering, cocky Cajun Logan remembered.  I am going to heal you up, just you watch, Remy, he vowed silently.

"Not y' fault," he said dismissively, hugging Logan.

“I know,” he sighed heavily, nuzzling his hair.  “Emma's probably thinkin’ I fergot about her...  I'd better go before she 'checks up' on me...   Y' gonna be all right by yerself?” he asked wanting to coddle him constantly but thinking he might get sick and offended with that.

"I be jus' fine," he assured and let Logan get up.

Groaning, he rolled off the sofa.  “I'm gettin old...”

"You?  Old, cher?" Remy said in disbelief

He chuckled, kneeling on the floor, looking up at him.  “I'm practically dust.”  He got up, roaring like he was old and creaky.

"When y' get back I could massage de dust outta y' muscles," Remy suggested and wondered when the last time Logan had gotten a massage was.

Smirking, Logan said, “I'd like that...  You rest up and just use the telecom if you need me, I'll be right here.”

Remy nodded and went to find something to occupy himself with.  He found a book and when Logan left, he felt strangely alone.  He didn't like that feeling and tried hard to ignore it.

Logan hustled over to the mansion, wanting to get this over with quickly.  He pounded on Emma's door.  Emma answered the door to her office coolly, as if she could do anything other than coolly, and gestured for Logan to enter.  Emma scowled at Logan and folded her arms across her chest.

Logan went in.  “Make it quick.”  He didn’t even sit down, hating being performed to.

"I have some information for you that you will most likely want to investigate.  It came through an old Hell Fire Club contact," she said and handed Logan a folder brimming with papers.

Taking it, he asked, “What izzit?”  He scanned it quickly.  Emma went into briefing mode and told Logan about an installation in Canada that they thought was still in operation.  There had been rumors of resurrecting the weapon ten project.  Swallowing, Logan trembled a bit as the files were flipped through.  “What...  What do you think I'd find there?”

Emma looked at Logan like he was the stupidest thing to crawl the earth.  "If I knew that we'd be mounting an X-Men mission to shut it down.  This is all hearsay at the moment and I thought I would give you the opportunity to investigate it before the X-Men got involved."

Logan actually sat in a chair for this, ran his fingers across lips nervously.  Every instinct demanded he hop on his bike and explore every sliver of this information, but... for fuck's sake... Remy.  “Dammit...” 

Emma looked at Logan with a curious eye.  "Damnit, what?" she inquired.

Logan started bouncing one knee up and down in agitation.  “Remy.  I can't leave Remy.”  But can't take him along, either...

"I can take care of the empath wonder," Emma said dryly.

Narrowing his sharp blue eyes at her, he said, “In case ya haven't noticed, sometimes humans with a deep, intimate bond don't like leavin' when their loved one is in a pinch...  Not like I'd expect you ta understand that....” 

"I'll leave it up to you Logan, but Remy is going to have to learn to live without you sooner or later," she pointed out none too gently.

“For chrissakes, he's hardly learned to live with me, which makes this a shitty time ta—“  Logan stopped snarling at her, realizing this wasn’t her fault.  He got up and started pacing. 

"The operation will theoretically be in operation in a month. On the other hand, if they got wind of a leak... they could be gone before you know it."

Logan swallowed really hard.  He didn’t want to open up to her but he needed her advice.  “I just got him, Emma...  I can't leave him when he needs me most.”  He looked at her, lifting the file.  “But this is....”  He took a deep breath.  “This is who I really am.”

"If that is what you believe, then that is what you must follow," she said harshly thinking to herself that Logan was a floundering, but stupid man to go off in search of the past rejecting the present, which was obviously far better.

Realizing that she was no help, god what a freakin’ idiot to try to talk to you, Logan marched out past her with a clipped, “Thanks.”   Needing to find Ororo he went up to the attic and knocked on her door.  “Ro?  Y' home?”

Ororo opened her attic door and welcomed Logan with a hug.  "My friend, what brings you up here to see me?" she asked with a bright smile on her face, until she saw the distressed expression on his.

Logan smiled back a little, pleased she didn't smack him for not being the one to tell her about he and Remy.  Shuffling into her room, he said, “I... I gotta dilemma, ‘Ro….” 

Ororo's expression became concerned as she welcomed Logan inside her garden room.  "Tell me all about it, my friend."

Sighing heavily, he said, “You've heard about me and Remy?”

"Yes, I did hear," she smiled.  "I would like to have been told about this sooner, but I understand that the circumstances were quite unusual.  You must have had a lot to do and think about, so I'll forgive you this once," she said playfully.

Throwing her a lopsided smirk, he welled up with pride a little.  “Well, yeah, y'know...  I never thought he'd….”  He stopped himself, remembering why he came, and shook his head slightly.  “Well, today Emma gave me this.   He handed her the file. 

Ororo took the file and flipped through it.  Her brow furrowed as she read it.  "Do you think this is true?  Are there still remnants of that old project?" she asked worried.

Logan swallowed.  “Even if there's the slightest shred of evidence there...   I gotta find it, Ro.…”

"I understand.  I have been briefed on Remy's condition.  Would you like me to stay with him while you are gone?  Emma says that he needs a friendly mind that does not mind his presence for a good portion of the day."

“Is he gonna hate me, Ro?  Fer leavin ‘im?”  Which was really the only question that particularly mattered right then.

"He may feel some amount of abandonment, but he will know why you left, Logan.  Just let him know where you're going and why and he should respect that.  Besides, you are not abandoning him completely; I will be with him."

He huffed.  “We haven't even been seein’ each other a week yet.…”

"But this is something that must take precedence, Logan.  It is important to you and Remy will understand that."

Sighing heavily, he had that sick feeling he always got when stuff like this came up.  “What if someone’s just tryin' ta get Remy alone while he's vulnerable?”

"Get Remy alone?" she asked for clarification.  Did he mean to attack him?

“Huh?  Just.…”  He realized he was being a little silly, but muttered, “Just... if someone could always be with him... I'd feel a lot better.”

"I will go down to the boathouse and stay with him for the duration of your absence, Logan.  Do not worry about him.  I would not let anything happen to him," she smiled.

Nodding a little, he stared at the ground for a second.  “Thought I'd never have im, y'know?”

"I understand, Logan."  Ororo nodded.

Smirking, he said softly.  “Huh.  Suppose the whole school knows now?”

"The whole school does not know, Logan.... only the staff.  And... some of the children may suspect," she added.

Logan nodded again, smirking a little.  “I suppose they'll find out soon enough.  Lord knows there're enough telepaths among ‘em.…”

"The cuckoos definitely know, but beyond that I am uncertain.  There is much speculation and rumors are flying like wildfire."

“Yeah?  Tell me a few a’ the choice ones.”

"They range from the more graphic, 'I saw Logan and Mr. Le Beau kissing' to the more tentative, 'do you think Logan and Mr. Le Beau are going out?'  There are a few of the girls who cling to the image of both of you as strictly ladies' men," she smiled.

“Ah.  So nothing really interesting like, ‘I think Le Beau is the Loch Ness Monster in disguise and planning on turning Frost into a nun and Logan has actually become a decent person?’  Nothing crazy like that?”

Ororo giggled, "No, nothing like that.  Although someone has postulated that Remy has gone insane, but that was the only student who saw Remy's outburst the other day."

“Huh.  Guess we'll just have to make out in the dining hall like the rest of the sweethearts....”  Logan grinned at the image.

"I'm sure that if you just act normal that the children will get used to it," Ororo assured.
            Grinning, he said, “Yeah, I know.  Quite frankly, I don't give a damn whether they get used to it or not, but it bothers Remy.”

"Remy frankly, will have to learn to deal with what people think of him again.  He wasn't very sensitive to it before, and I think he will simply need to... equilibrate again," Ororo said.
            Nodding, he said, “Yeah.  I just can't help but think he'd settle in better with me here...”  He was feeling pretty guilty.

"I imagine that you are helping him tremendously, Logan.  Do not value your relationship so little.  You obviously mean a great deal to him."

“I value our relationship!  That's why I don't want to....” he shifted and bowed his head a little, “Fuck it up so early on.”

"Logan... have faith in Remy's feelings for you.  He will not abandon you...  He is more sturdy than that and I will not let any harm come to him emotionally while you are gone," she promised.

Haven't you been listening!?  “That's not what I'm...!”  Logan sighed, shaking his head.  “I'll see ya later, ‘Ro.  Thanks again for lookin’ after him....”

"Logan, wait-- how are you afraid you will endanger your relationship with Remy if not by leaving him?" she asked quickly.  "That is the way most of his relationships have failed in the past... so that's what I assumed you were talking about.  I'm sorry."

Shaking his head, he said, “Don't worry about it.  I'll work it out.”  He kissed her cheek.  “Take care.”

Ororo nodded to Logan and waved to him as he left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Piotr knocked shyly on the boathouse door, metaled up already because, god, it was embarrassing to be there again.  Remy looked up at the door, hoping that it was Logan again, but the cursory feel of the mind outside the door from his lack of shields told him that it wasn't Logan and that the man was very embarrassed.  Shifting nervously, Peter vowed that if Remy didn’t answer in 5 seconds, he was just assuming he was not home.  Make that 3 seconds.  This was really freaking embarrassing. 

Remy answered the door before Piotr got to one and smiled at him, trying to make him feel less embarrassed.  When Remy answered the door, Piotr had his back turned to go back and was startled when Remy opened the door.  “Remy!  I was not certain if you were home... Did I wake you?”

"Non, homme.  I was jus' curlin' up wit' a book.  You wanna come inside?  It's cold out dere," he said hiding behind the door. 

Shifting, he said, “I...” holding up a Tupperware container filled with food.  “Ororo insisted I bring you some leftovers.  She said your provisions were hardly good enough for someone trying to heal.”  Otherwise, he would not have come back here after that incredibly humiliating and humbling experience earlier. 

Remy smiled at Peter and opened the door wider.  "Get in here-- it's freezin' outside.  Tanks f' de goodies.  I appreciate it." 

Peering around inside, he asked, “Are you sure?  Perhaps you should ask if it is all right with Logan.”  He didn’t want to get beaten up; he had heard the rumors were true.

"Logan ain’t in.  He's up in a meetin' wit Emma.  It's okay.  It's not like y'd be offendin' him anyway," Remy dismissed. 

Piotr nodded and flushed hard, handing Remy the container and stepping inside.  He hoped he didn’t notice that he was not going to metal down in his presence.

Remy took the Tupperware and closed the door behind him.  "’Ave a seat," he said as he set the container on the counter.

Sitting gingerly in one of the kitchen chairs, he was nervous that he might break it and was very relieved when it held.  “How...” awkward, he thought.  “How are you?”

Remy sighed at the question he'd been encountering so much recently.  "I'll be okay, Pete.  I just been...."  He heaved a larger sigh that came out more like a moan.  He supposed if he were going to explain this then Peter would be a good person to start out with. "I... went through some-- changes recently."

“Oh...” he looked away, thinking this was about Remy’s sudden sleeping with men.  He looked down at his hands.  “That is really none of my business.…”

"Non, Pete... it's everybody's business... because... because it effects everybody.  I...."  The words had a hard time coming out.  "I'm an empath, Pete...."

Blinking at him with steel eyelids, he was immediately gripped by Remy’s words.  “An empath?  I do not understand.…"

Remy looked at the counter, avoiding Peter's eyes.  "I... it happened just a few days ago, really.  I... sense people's emotions."  In fact at the moment he could sense Peter's fear and curiosity warring with each other.

Startled, he actually blushed a little under the metal.  Did you learn that I have a crush on you? he asked Remy silently.  Logan is going to kill me!  “I...  Oh...  I.…”  He didn’t know what to say.  He was a little freaked out, not ready for the 'you're a nice guy but the only male I would ever kiss is Logan' speech.

Remy felt the increasing fear in Peter and tried to console him.  "I'm sorry, I don' mean t' pry...."  He tried to erect what was left of his shields, but they didn't block much.  It was like looking through a half built fence, but it was better than nothing.  "I try not t' look, but m' shields are kinda in shambles at de moment...."

 Piotr nodded, unable to lift his eyes from the table.  He rose to his impressive height.  “I think it is time I go.”

 "I'm sorry, Pete," Remy said quietly.  "I din' mean t' offend y'."

 Lifting his hand to wave him off like 'it's nothing', he couldn’t seem to get the words out, and turned to lumber to the door.

 "Pete?"  Remy called before he could leave.

“Da.”  He didn’t turn around, just stopped for a moment.

Remy had hoped that Peter would be more understanding about this.  He had hoped to find a friend in the man, but if what he wanted from Remy was a physical relationship, then he could understand the need to bolt.  Did it really matter if Peter had feelings for him?  No.  All that mattered was if he was ever going to see Peter again as a friend, but he wasn't so sure about the probability of that now.  "Y'... tink y' could be friends... wit an empat'?" he asked quietly.

Watching him a moment, Piotr gave Remy a weak, but sincere smile.  “If you can bear the ridiculousness of my emotions, I would like that very much.”

Remy smiled.  "Nobody's emotions I run into yet be ridiculous, ami," he assured him and felt relieved.

“Then you have clearly not been to Russia.”  He smiled fully, although still very embarrassed.

Remy smiled at Peter and said, "Not while I been an empath," he said.  "Aldough, I have been several times before dat.  Y' people aren't so strange."

“Nyet.  I suppose you are right.”  He put his hands in his jeans pockets.  He would like to metal down for Remy, but still was defensive.  He had protective shields too.  He was thinking about the type where people would separate themselves from others for protection.

"'Course I'm right," he joked, the shadow of his old self coming back.

Bashfully, Piotr asked, “Is that why you are staying in the boat house?”

"Nah, I'd be teachin' if I were always right," he smirked.

Piotr chuckled in his deep, manly voice.  “Nyet.  I am speaking of your empathy.  Is that why you have relocated to the boathouse?”

"Oui... was better dat I not get so... frustrated wit everybody' emotions all 'roun' me all de time."

Nodding, he carefully sat down again.  “Is that why you broke down earlier?  You had too many emotions in you?”

"Um... dat's a little complicated, actually.  You really wanna know?" he asked with a cringe on his face.

Nervous, but curious, he shrugged.  “If you are comfortable telling me, I would be interested to know.”

"Well..." Remy started.  "I went t' see if y' were all right-- see if y' wanted t' talk... an' when y' said dat you were fine... I could tell dat y' weren't.  Dat really put me in a spot 'cause y' my friend... but if I pressed y', you'd know dat I eavesdropped.... an' if I left it alone I'd be worried all day.  Dis got me angry an' kinda frustrated, so I stormed off an' went t' look f' Emma, but she wasn' dere-- you saw what happened after dat."  Remy was fidgeting as he spoke and avoided looking at Peter.

Peter obviously deflated in relief.  “I thought I had....”  He thought maybe he'd let it slip that he liked Remy.  “I am sorry I lied, Remy.  It was only to avoid an even more awkward situation.”  Namely this one.

"I understand dat now, an' I'm sorry for all de confusion.  I didn'  wan' t' push you int' sayin' anythin' y' weren't comfortable wit'... I jus' wanned t' make sure y' were okay."  He paused.  "So... y' okay?"

Peter chuckled softly, and was embarrassed, flustered and a little heartbroken, but trusted Remy knew that.  “It is nothing I cannot recover from.”  He gave Remy a sincere smile.

Remy smiled in return.  He felt the twinge through his holey shields and knew what kinds of feelings those were.  He didn't know who they were directed at, but there was definitely some unrequited affection there.  "You take care of y'self, y' hear?" he said to Peter.  "I prob’ly won' be 'round de mansion for a while, but come by an' see me whenever y' wan', okay?"

Peter nodded, certain he would never take him up on it.  He rose and collected himself.  “Of course.  If you ever are in need of anything, feel free to give me a call.”

Remy smiled.  "Take it easy, frere."

Nodding, a little ashamed, Peter turned and lumbered from the boathouse.

 

Logan trotted down the stairs, leafing through the file, itching to get to Canada.  He passed Piotr on the way to the boathouse, nodding to him, then noticed there was something funny about him.  “Remy?” he called as he got into the house.

Remy looked up from his seat on the couch in the living room and smiled gingerly at Logan.  "Hey, chere.  How was y' meetin'?"  He looked nervous about something.

“Fine,” he said putting the file down, touching Remy’s cheek.  “Pete was here, huh?   He upset ya?”

Remy shook his head.  "What... what did Emma want?"  What did she tell y' 'bout me?

“Nothin’, Remy, nothin’ important...  Y' look like you've seen a ghost...  What's wrong?”

"I jus'... was worried she was gettin' on y' case 'cause o' me," he mumbled quietly.

“What?  Oh!  No!  No, Remy, she just,” he explained lifting the file.  For some reason he really didn’t want to tell him about it, but he said, “She just wanted to tell me about this...”  He handed the file to him.

Remy opened the file and started reading.  He flipped through to the pictures after skimming the pages and was scowling at the document the whole time.  "You tink dey're still operatin' somewhere?" he asked, his voice having a strange tone to it—one he hadn't used in a long time.  It was stiff and deep.  Almost angry, but more cool.  He looked at the evidence again and said, "I could get us in dere," he said.  "When y' wanna go?" he asked and looked back up to Logan with hard eyes.

Oh, shit.  “Yer not comin, Remy.”  He went to the fridge to get a beer.  He was gonna need it.

"I'm what?" he asked letting the file flop onto the seat next to him and rising from the couch.  "I’m not an invalid, Logan," he challenged.

“I know yer not, but yer not well and there's no chance in hell I'm putting you at risk.”  He popped the bottle open with his thumb.

Remy ground his teeth and clenched his fists.  "You expect me to just stay here while you go off an' risk your life?"

“I'm not riskin’ my life, Remy, I'm just gonna investigate a little!”

Remy crossed his arms in a huff and plopped back on the couch.  "An' if you run int' trouble?"  God damnit, Logan, I already nearly lost you once!  You tink I'm gon' sit here an' let y' run off widout me?  Y' crazy.  Man can't even get himself safely t' one country t' de next.

Sitting down across from him on the coffee table, Logan said, “Then I'll deal with it.  Remy...  I can't die.” He was very aware of this.

Dat's a load o' bullshit, he grumbled in his head.  He was suddenly grateful it wasn't telepathy he had been cursed with, or Logan would be hearing his every though.

Putting his hand on Remy’s knee, he knew he was angry.  “Remy, this is somethin’ I gotta do.  Trust me, I don't want to leave you.”

Remy nodded stiffly, accepting his words on the surface, but being determined on the inside.

Licking his teeth, watching Remy, Logan said, “You're mad.”  Remy nodded stiffly again, staring straight ahead.  Sighing, Logan shook his head.  “You know I can't take you, Remy...”

"I know," he said stiffly. I know y' ain' willin' t' take me, but who de hell is gon' watch out f' you, if I don' tag along, hunh?

“Remy... I asked Ororo to look after you... You won't be alone...”

Tanks fer tellin' me. I'll jus' have t' give 'er de slip, he thought to himself and the hint of a smile started to grace the corner of his mouth. He tried furiously to hide it.

“Remy....” Logan huffed, knowing Remy was being snarky.

“Y' had t' have a woman guard me from Peter?" he asked with his smirk

Rolling his eyes, he was not going to be diverted.  “Dammit, Remy... Look, I don't fee good about this, ok? I feel fucking shitty.  You think I want to leave you here?”

Remy shook his head. "I don' tink dat at all." He paused. "How long y' tink you'll be gone?" he asked wistfully.

“I don't know, Remy...”  He sighed heavily, looking back at him.  “I really... really am sorry....”  He really was.  He loved him, but needed to know this.  He needed to discover who he was.

"I know. When y' leavin'?" he asked, now sounding more numb than anything.

“Remy...” he wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into his neck.  “I'm not abandoning you.”

Like shit yer not, he grumbled to himself. He nodded though, hoping that Logan would take his numb looking as the best of the inevitable reaction possibilities.

“Remy, lookit me,” he demanded taking his chin and stroking his cheek, rubbing his thumb over Remy’s lips.  “I'll come back... I wouldn't leave you. Not after I finally got you....”

"Promise?" he asked, looking up at Logan with puppy eyes, but not too overt puppy eyes. He didn't want to give himself away.

God, Logan could get drunk just looking at him.  “I swear on my heart, darlin’....” he said looking right into his beautiful, crazy eyes, then leaned in to kiss him softly.

Remy didn't let go of Logan once he committed to the kiss. If his plans didn't work out, and he wasn't able to join Logan, then he would need to have this one last night. He kissed Logan as if he were drowning and Logan were the only air, tugging on his shirt, not letting him leave.

Logan noticed his desperation and let Remy manhandle him.  He realized there was no way he could refuse him.  “Remy... Remy, I'll make love to ya, just calm down....” he said, petting his chest.

Remy relaxed in his kissing, but still wasn't going to let Logan go. He was desperate. His breath started to even out from the erratic cadence it kept a moment ago and he eased into undressing Logan.

Muttering, “Shhhh.... Shhhh...” Logan kissed him, gently removing his clothing, petting him all over.  “It's all right, darlin’...”  He kissed his skin.

Remy shuddered in Logan's grasp and returned caresses and made marks on Logan that faded instantly.  Pulling Remy atop him on the sofa, Logan stroked down his back, pushing his hands down Remy’s pants.  “Remy.... Yer beautiful...”  They kissed wetly and deeply.

Remy sighed into Logan's ear. "Logan... mon coer." He ran his fingers through Logan's wild hair and pushed up into his mate's hips.  Opening his pants and pushing them down to his knees, Logan couldn’t resist groping his bottom, tickling his hole.
Remy's fingers bit into Logan's back as his fingers slid in between Remy’s cheeks. He groaned and bit Logan's neck again, and again the mark faded before Remy even got to enjoy it.

Licking his neck, Logan nibbled on him as well.  He wanted to leave him fresh marks after he was gone.  He worked to get his pants off.  Remy was writhing and whimpering at Logan's treatment, loving it. He didn't want Logan to have to leave, but if he did, then he was going to make sure he was safe... by following from a safe distance. He sucked in a deep breath at a particularly passionate marking and clung to Logan tightly. He distractedly tried to help him with his pants.

Kicking his pants off the sofa, squeezing Remy close, he kissed him wetly. “Remy...” he moaned, rubbing his hole with two fingers, testing how tight he was.  Remy was very tight. Also, he was relatively unlubricated. Remy wanted to drag Logan to the bedroom so they could actually get somewhere beyond this, but Logan had packed everything! He had no idea where his lube was! Damnit! he thought to himself. He wondered if there was some lotion handy, or anything that could pass as lubricant.

Growling to himself, Logan muttered, “Where’d I put it, where'd I put it...” and wriggled from under Remy, scrambling on the floor over to a duffle he hadn't unpacked yet and tore through it.  “AHA!!” he shouted, lifting the lube for Remy to see.  “Found it!”  He pounced on Remy!

Remy's smile was broad as he accepted the pounce, partially bracing in case the poor couch fell. Logan weighed like 600lbs or something from all the Adamantium.  Logan was conscious of his heft and certainly wouldn’t put his entire weight on his mate.  He wrapped his arms around Remy, kissing him over and over before handing him his knees and diving between his legs.  Remy hadn't been expecting that and his cry of surprise was loud when Logan slurped his cock down his throat quickly.  Taking a few long pulls before kissing down Remy’s balls and perineum to his hole, he lapped at him, testing him with his tongue.

Remy was very vocal at that point and he was sure the whole house was shaking with the sound of his voice. He thought about quieting down, but really didn't want to. He loved what Logan was doing to him. Remy could see Logan's excitement through the shields that were half full of holes and reveled in it.

Twisting his tongue against Remy’s hole while he opened the lube and spread it over his fingers, one wet hand was on his own cock, and the other one rubbed against Remy’s crack.  "Logan!" Remy shouted squirming all over the place, wanting Logan to be inside him badly.

“M' right here, darlin’...” he nibbled on Remy’s nipples and carefully pushed one finger up him.  Remy wanted to bite Logan again, sink his teeth right into his flesh, but Logan wasn't near him and he didn't want to go totally wild... he didn't want to hurt Logan-- but the image flashed across his consciousness and he enjoyed it. He clenched his teeth instead and growled. "Please, cher—please!"

Rising to kiss Remy hard, he asked, “Please what?” twisting a finger inside him, biting his lips.

"Haaaaahhh!!," he moaned out against Logan's lips at the twisting. "Please, Logan..." he said catching his breath, "I wan' y' inside me."

Panting against his lips, he said, “Hold on darlin’...” and wriggled another finger in him, pumping in and out, scissoring to stretch him. “Love you, darlin’...”

"Je t'aime, Logan! Aishiteiru!" [I love you, in Japanese] Remy panted frantically needing Logan inside him; he felt like he was going to explode!

“Don't wanna hurt you.”  Pushing a third up him since he was... ah... well endowed, Logan twisted his wrist.  He wanted to be inside him as well, but settled for kissing him ravenously in the meantime.

"You're not gonna hurt me!" he shouted nearing annoyed fast. He didn't like being ignored. The scissoring did feel oh so good, though. Remy bucked his hips up into his fingers.

Grinning and purring, Logan loved the feel of him like that.  He bit on his nipple.  “Ah, darlin’, yer mine...”  Logan settled between Remy’s legs and with one quick thrust, pushed his head into Remy’s opening.  Remy felt like he was screaming at the top of his lungs because it felt so good. He could see Logan's pleasure through holey shields and decided to just let them down. He was pleased with the pleasure they were both getting and it resonated around in his mind. He was going to come quickly. His cock was oozing precome out onto his stomach in a steady stream as it was.

Panting and huffing against Remy’s chest, he pushed in further and further.  “Baby...” he groaned over and over.  Remy felt too damn good.  “Remy….”  An odd feeling crept into Remy's mind... odd, but he liked it. Possessiveness. He liked it when Logan felt that he was completely his. It made him feel very special.

Remy kissed Logan as he writhed underneath him, steadily sliding on and off of him. It felt so good being impaled by him like this; he felt... full. He nearly felt worshipped, but he tried not to dwell on that sensation. "Cher," he whispered.

Really Logan did worship him though.  He had that animal passion for him, and the overwhelming urge to show everyone in the world he belonged to Logan and Logan alone.  He pushed into him completely and pulled out far before ramming it in, giving Remy the full ride.  “Yeah?” he asked panting against his neck, giving him a thorough fucking.

"Y' can' imagine how good dis feels," he panted into his ear.

“Yeah.... Think I can...”  If it’s any way as good as I feel, that is.  Logan panted in his ear, licking it and snarling at Remy in feral love-speak.

Remy loved how rough Logan was. He was so great! Remy bucked harder against Logan, speeding up their pace. He was climbing higher and higher.  Kissing his lips on every down thrust, Logan growled at him, speaking a language only the wolves understand.  Gnashing his teeth, he started taking him harder, making the sofa creak, running his mouth all over him and rubbing his chin on Remy so he would smell like Logan.

Sucking on Logan's tongue, Remy had captured it from its home in one of the kisses. He sucked in harder on the downthrusts, so it was like Logan was fucking him at both ends. Remy growled back at Logan even through their kiss, but it was certainly a growl of passion, not of anger.

Stroking his exposed bottom, Logan ran his nails across it and up his thighs, leaving pink streaks and hoisting Remy’s knees higher and wider apart.  He growled against his lips, keeping his tongue-fucking in rhythm with his cock.  Reaching down to feel Remy’s, he got even hotter at how hard and wet he was.  His nipples could probably cut Remy, they were so hard.

Whimpering with wanting to come, especially after Logan grabbed his leaking cock, Remy became wild and erratic, with hardly any rhythm at a furious pace. Logan, I'm gon' cum! he shouted in his mind and on the next stroke when Logan hit his prostate again, he felt like he literally exploded.  His semen sprayed all over his chest and the couch and his anal muscled contracted tightly around Logan's pounding shaft. He cried into Logan's mouth and the sound was muffled, but Logan probably got the vibrations from his mouth. Remy didn't know if he let some of his orgasm spill over into Logan's mind, but if he did, Logan was sure to follow after.

Yep, Logan got it.  He thought that the top of his head must've blown off, every nerve in body was singing with stimulation.  He crushed Remy to him to pump come into him in long, thick explosions.  Roaring like a victorious lion, he pulled Remy into his lap reflexively.

Remy was like a rag doll after that orgasm and hugged Logan all he could while his muscles felt like jelly. He panted hard against Logan and whispered, "You... have t' come back t' me...."  Logan had his arms locked around Remy tight, holding him securely in his lap, cock slowly softening inside him.  “Love... I'd never leave you....”  He kissed him passionately.

I'm gon' make sure o' dat, m'siuer, he thought privately and kissed Logan again.

Wrapping Remy’s legs around his hips he lifted him gently, carefully slipping out of him, and stood up, carrying him into the bedroom, mouthing his neck.  Remy started to purr contentedly in Logan's grasp and shivered in the cool sheets when he slid into them.  Nuzzling him all over, Logan wrapped his arms around Remy and curled up, surrounding him like a protective force.  “Remy....  Yer...” he said as he snuffled into his hair, “yer somethin'…”

Remy smiled.  "Really?" he said, touched.  Then he asked jokingly, "What de heck am I?"

“Somethin,” he snuffles up behind his ear.  “Good...  somethin' really good....”  He stroked his hand down Remy’s side, scooping up his bottom.  “And sexy.”

Remy snuggled back into Logan and twisted around in his grasp to kiss him.  "Tanks, Logan."  Remy felt awed that Logan would think this of him and wanted to share his own feelings back, but couldn't find words that didn't sound stupid and he couldn' afford to share his emotions themselves because he was afraid that his deceit would show through.

Kissing him wetly, Logan was suddenly a bit concerned if he measured up to Remy’s other lovers.  He tried to shake it off.  “Y' tired?”

Remy rocked his head back and forth indecisively.  "I'm relaxed," he said.  "'M used t' stayin' up late, so it's hard t' have me be tired dis early in de evenin'."  A not so suppressed yawn gave away that he really was tired.

Smiling, Logan thought it was a good sign that Remy was tired after sex, but then again….  “Trust this ain't all my doin’...  You still need ta heal, darlin’.”  He stroked his cheek.  “Bedtime fer you...”

"Fer me?  Hey!  You gon' leave me in dis bed all alone?" he complained rising up onto an elbow.

Grinning a little, Logan was going to make some travel plans before going to bed.  “I'll be here...” till you're asleep, he finished to himself.

Remy flopping back down into bed, snuggling into the covers.

Logan wrapped his arms around Remy, pulling him close.  Waiting until he knew Remy was asleep, he carefully left the bed and started packing.  He got a car ready and everything, then crawled back into bed with him in the wee early hours in the morning.

 

 

Remy blinked the sun out of his eyes and made a mental note to go and get some light blocking drapes.  He groaned in discomfort as he stretched and hid under the covers.  Logan woke up at Remy’s wiggling, full of excitement and trepidation about the trip to Canada.  While under the covers, Remy started kissing Logan's nipples and licking his way down the older mutant's stomach, outlining his six-pack.

Lifting the covers, Logan peered down at him.  “Mornin’!”  His cock was hard, of course.

"Mmm, m'n'n," he grumbled, not pausing in his travels down Logan's abdomen.  He stopped to lavish particular attention on his hips and the v of his hips that lead to his hard cock.

Throwing his head back, Logan groaned.  He had been without a lover too long.  “Sleep well?”

"Mmmhmm," he let out as he nipped at Logan's hip bone and slid his tongue down the v directly to his rod and started licking at him.  His hands were caressing his ass and up his sides, then they found his nipples and Remy was having fun teasing Logan.

Snarling deeply in pleasure, Logan sank his fingers into Remy’s hair.  He loved the texture and lifted his hips against Remy’s lips, growling.  Remy opened his mouth and guided Logan's manhood into his waiting heat with his tongue and sucked at him hard, then let up to suck on just the head and lick around the crown.

“Remy....”  He pumped gently into his mouth, not really awake yet, just enjoying this incredible good morning.  “Darlin’...  Y' feel so fuckin’ good....”

Remy moaned his response after sucking the cock in deeply again, making his mouth vibrate with the reply.  He let Logan gently fuck his face, but then he picked up the pace sliding up and down him smooth and quick.  He stalled again, and varied his motions, twisting his head, swiping his tongue all around the underside of the shaft, then deepthroating him only to pick up the smooth, swift pace again.

Gurgling in pleasure, Logan fucked his face harder as his oragasm built, then he tugged his hair and lifted him off his cock, pulling him up and kissing him wetly, tasting himself on Remy’s tongue.  “Y' sore, darlin’?” he asked squeezing his bottom.

Remy shook his head.  "Non," he whispered, breathless in light of Logan's passion.  He had gotten hard with Logan's cock in his mouth.  The feel of his skin was delicious on his tongue and he wanted back to it, but would cooperate with Logan.

Growling, Logan fondled him some more.  “That's too bad....”  He wanted Remy to feel him whenever he sat while he was gone.

"Cum inside me, Logan... please," Remy begged.

Kissing him deeply, he pressed a finger in him, testing him out.  “Like this?”

Remy kissed Logan, biting at his lips and mumbled against them, "Oui," shuddering.

Rubbing his lips against Remy’s, Logan rolled him over so he was spooned up against him.  He started rubbing his cock against Remy’s bottom, dry humping him a little... well... not exactly dry.

Remy was still all wet from their encounter last night, but plenty of the lube soaked into his skin so he could be sore after this encounter.  He rocked his hips to Logan's in response.

Biting and nibbling on Remy’s ear, he purred at him steadily, like an enormous cat.   He lifted Remy’s top leg and pressed it to his chest before curling his hips into him and pushing his cock inside Remy’s loose hole.  Remy exhaled loudly at being penetrated and couldn't keep himself from moving for very long.  He was bucking involuntarily as soon as Logan was inside him fully, trying to get Logan's dick to hit his prostate, which it did and he moaned at it.

Moaning in turn against his neck and rocking his hips in counter to Remy’s, marking him with hickies and teeth marks, Logan stroked Remy’s thigh and his bottom.  Sometimes he reached between Remy’s legs to fondle his cock and balls.  Aiming for his prostate, Logan rubbed against it.

"Ahhhhh....  Logan...." he sighed and reached around his head to run his fingers through Logan's hair.  He could do this every morning and be happy.  Logan just growled in reply, giving him longer, deeper thrusts.  He could feel his head slip over that lovely nub in him and milked his cock.  He nibbled his ear and purred into it.

Remy bucked into Logan's hand and felt like he was flying, like he was in a sandwich that was fucking around him and in him.  His pace got more demanding, more desperate as he could feel his own orgasm creeping up on him.  Snarling, he adored those soft, sexy sounds Remy made.  He picked up pace and lifted his leg higher to have him deeper.  Lifting himself up on his elbow for better leverage, he tightened his fist around Remy’s shaft.  “Beautiful....”

Remy made a noise that was half moan and half squeak as he lost control of his hips and he started bucking against Logan furiously.  "Dieu, Logan!"

Smiling broadly before his lips fell in absolute pleasure, Logan started fucking him extra hard just to make sure he was sore and aching with every move he made while he was away....  He was very selfish like that.  He felt his balls tensing, ready to come.
Remy actually shouted at the intense fucking, loving it.

Rolling Remy onto his front and lifting his hips, Logan got onto his knees and rammed into Remy’s butt mercilessly, stroking his cock with one hand and his stomach with the other.  Remy screamed into his pillow, thrashing.  “C'mon, darlin’....” he thrust into him repeatedly, hips slapping against his soft bottom.  “Come, darlin’... c'mon….”  He couldn’t wait for his clenching orgasm.  “Remy....”

Hearing Logan talk that way thrust Remy over the edge and his muscles spamed around Logan crying into the air with his head tossed back.  He squirted into the sheets under Logan's hand as he continued to stroke him.  Logan let off that familiar roar of extreme pleasure.  He couldn’t resist Remy’s clenching.  He came in him hard and long, having more come than the average man, pumping it all into him.

Remy felt the jerks of Logan's cock inside him and the cum dripping down his legs and his balls.  He sighed shakily and writhed against him.

Huffing hard, his muscles trembling to keep him from crushing Remy, Logan panted against his back and kept rocking hips into him until he was completely soft.  Kissing his neck and his cheek and his shoulders, Logan snuffled through Remy’s hair.  “Remy...”

"Mmmm.... Logan....  Now—I'm sore," he confirmed with a smile.

Panting with soft growls, Logan said, “Good.”  He pulled out of him, very aware of how wet he was down there, and rubbed his nose against him.  “Swear you won't shower till I get back...”  He smelled like the both of them and sex, and it was so good.

Remy panted trying to figure out if that was something that he could swear to.  If he did, then Logan would have a really good chance of smelling him while he was stalking him... er-- keeping an eye on him.  He would just have to keep farther away from Logan while he was watching him.  "I swear, Logan," he said solemnly.

Grinning widely, Logan laughed.  “I was kidding...”  He slumped to the side.  “I wouldn't expect ya ta walk around with cum drippin’ down your thighs fer that long...”  He stroked the small of Remy’s back.  “Wouldn't have ta have heightened senses fer that...”

Smiling, Remy was relieved that Logan wasn't going to hold him to that.

Logan returned the smile, closing his lips over Remy’s and sighing.  He was going to miss him so much.  “Breakfast?”  He would at least eat with him before disappearing.

Remy nodded lazily and moved around in bed, but not really getting anywhere productive.  He really did feel like taking a shower, now that Logan said it was okay.  "I'm gon' take a shower first.  You jus' gon' have t' make me smell like sex when y' get back, oui?"

Licking his cheek, he said, “Sure thing, darlin’....  I'll make breakfast....”  Stroking him all over, Logan sniffed him as long as he could before Remy took a shower.  Remy lay there, liking being petted like a cat.  He was lazy for a few minutes until he drug himself out of bed.  He kissed Logan before he ran into the shower.

Sighing heavily, he was convinced he was a complete idiot for actually leaving Remy.  He was so perfect and beautiful.  Logan rubbed his face and got up to make them breakfast.

Remy found his non-scented stuff and showered, singing merrily as he scrubbed with it.

Logan found the leftovers Piotr brought and decided to warm them up.  It would be the last good meal Logan had in a while.  Remy finished up after using his conditioner to soften his hair and dried off quickly.  It still wasn't warm enough in the place and he wanted to turn the thermostat up, but there would really be no point in it because he'd be leaving after Logan for a few days.  He wandered downstairs when he was all finished and dressed and smiled at Logan who was cooking.  "Cher," he greeted with a kiss.

Grinning, Logan watched him closely to see if he was walking funny and smiled at the hickies and love bites across his neck and shoulders.  “Just warmin’ up some leftovers... Pete bring these?”

"Yeah, dat's why he was here last night."  Remy was walking uncomfortably, but not hindered.  It was obvious that he was sore though.

Logan grinned deviously at Remy’s limp and handed him a plate.  “I was gonna call 'Ro an’ tell her I'm leavin’ in a few....”

Remy sobered at that and nodded.  "How long y' gon' be gone for, cher?" he asked concerned.  He had to get his timing right if Logan didn't actually need any help—which he kind of doubted.

Shrugging, he said, “I don't know, darlin’...  Depends on how much I find...how easily...  I really don't know.”  He stroked his fingers.  “I'm sorry....”

"Dat's okay.  I'll await y' return impatiently," he said winking at Logan.

Kissing Remy’s cheek, Logan then wolfed down breakfast.  “I'll get in touch with ya somehow...  I'll call here a lot, just ta check up on ya.”

Remy smirked.  He would have to do some routing then.  He nodded and said teasingly, "Wanna have phone sex?" with a grin.  "It's de next best ting."

Chuckling at him, Logan took his dish to the sink.  “Sure, kid.”  He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his chest, kissing his cheek.  “I'm gonna miss ya'.”

"'M gon' miss y' too," he mumbled.  "You be careful," he chastised in advance.

Ruffling his hair, he said, “I'm always careful.  Lemme call up ‘Ro.”  He went to the speaker-com to get in touch with the mansion.

 

 

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