Winter of Our Discontent

Ok folks, uhm here is chapter 10. Same disclaimers, Logan and Remy
are not mine.. blah blah.. I make no money off of them… blah blah…

Feedback please as I have a very nice person working very hard to be
my beta and I think I keep her up nights now.

Chapter 10.

Remy regained his composure and was smiling brightly as he climbed
back into the car. Leaning over he kissed Logan lightly on the
lips. "Mission accomplished, Cher, we are now free of de X-men.
Well, once we send dis package off to Scotty."

Logan scowled at the young man. "Took ya long enough. What the hell
were ya doin' in there?! I was about to come charging in after ya!
What took ya so damn long?!" By the end, Logan was actually yelling
at him.

Remy was taken aback by Logan's rant. He smiled gently at the older
mutant placing his fingers on Logan's cheek. "You really
worried `bout me, cher?"

The anger dropped from Logan's voice. "'Course I was Rem. I didn't
like that ya were in there by yourself, I was helpless out here. I
couldn't be there if something went wrong."

Remy kissed his lover once more. "Thank y' Logan. Ain't no one ever
been worried for me before `cept for m' pere. Feels nice." Remy
smiled again, his eyes wet, and Logan knew that this was it. He
loved the boy. He wondered though, if he could truly make Remy
happy. As if picking up on his lover's feelings Remy kissed him
again. "I love y' cher." He whispered "more den anyt'in' else in dis
world, I love y'".

Logan felt a flutter in his stomach at his young lover's words and
turned back to the wheel and began to drive. "We need to sleep, let's
find a hotel or somethin'."

Remy smiled and relaxed against the seat. "Oui, cher, and den we do
some lookin' around `fore we move on, yeah?"

Logan was looking for a place to stay as Remy dozed, leaning against
the window of the car. Given the early hour and lack of sleep, he
wanted to get them into a room ASAP. A smile played at his lips as
he saw the hotel in front of him. "Perfect" he grinned. He pulled
up and lightly shook his sleeping companion. "We're here Rem.
C'mon, let's get some proper sleep."

Remy opened his eyes and blinked. Then blinked again, the lights
from the hotel momentarily blinding him. "We be where, cher?" Remy
asked with a bit of apprehension.

"The hotel." Logan responded, smiling. "Looks great huh?"

Remy groaned inside. He wanted a nice, comfy place to stay and rest
up for a few days. What he got was the Thunderbird Hotel. Remy
smiled at Logan who was grinning at him and Remy's heart stuttered at
the sight of the childlike look in Logan's eyes. "Oui cher, looks
great."

They walked into the lobby and as Logan registered, Remy looked
around, checking out the décor. There was a statue of a Native
American in one corner and animal heads on the walls. He smiled in
spite of himself at the tackiness of it all. Logan nudged him and
they made their way to their room. A nice room with a king size bed
and a tub big enough for the both of them. To Remy, it was heaven.
Looking at the bed, he thought about how much fun it would be to have
so much room to play. He was going to mention this to Logan when a
yawn suddenly hit him. Deciding sleep was to come first, he went to
the bathroom and started to draw a hot bath. As Logan unpacked their
clothes, Remy rummaged through his knapsack to find the bath salts
Jean-Luc had sent him at Christmas. Sandalwood and Patchouli, they
smelled like the forest and they reminded him of Logan. He shook
some into the tub and went back out to the room. "Y' wanna take a
bath wit' me, cher? De tub's big and de water is hot."

Logan looked up and smiled. "Yeah, Rem that sounds perfect. Be
there in a sec."

Remy slowly lowered himself into the steaming water, sighing as the
hot water worked over his legs and lower back. He slid down until
the water covered him up to his chest and closed his eyes. He
blinked them open when he felt fingers in his hair.

"Asleep already?" Logan smiled at him as he stretched in the
water. "Thought ya wanted me ta join ya?"

Remy sat up and pulled Logan close for a kiss. "Oui cher, c'mon in
de water's fine."

Logan undressed and slipped into the hot water in front of the young
mutant. Remy brought his legs up and out of the tub until Logan was
in the tub, the water spilling over onto the floor as the two of them
settled. Once they were both in the bath Logan leaned back into his
lover and Remy wrapped his arms about him and coaxed his head onto
his chest. "Dis feels good, cher. Feel like I could stay dis way
for a year."

Logan smiled. "Wouldn't mind that Rem. Its nice being wrapped up by
you." Remy leaned his head forward and kissed Logan on his neck and
then moved up to kiss his ear. His hands were moving up and down the
older man's arms and over his chest. Remy grabbed the facecloth and
dipped it into the water. He brought it over Logan's face and hair.
He wet it again and ran it over the large, hair covered chest. His
mind went back to the hotel. He could not get the files out of his
thoughts. Logan wanted to be part of the Weapon X program? He,
along with Victor Creed and Logan's beloved Silver Fox, had all
volunteered for the CIA project.

"Ya all right, Rem?" The stroking had stopped and Logan could smell
the scent of sadness and confusion on his lover. "Remy?"

The young man blinked. " Oui, cher sorry, just a bit tired, me."
Remy continued his ministrations on Logan's body, moving the cloth
over his stomach and legs. Logan closed his eyes and let Remy give
him the bath. It felt wonderful to be touched so tenderly and he
relaxed totally when Remy's scent changed to contentment. He decided
that he could let Remy do this to him whenever he wished. He relaxed
into the embrace and closed his eyes, sleep coming quickly to him.
Remy closed his eyes as well but sleep would not come so easily to
him. He leaned his chin on the top of Logan's head and held the man
close to him, sending all of his love to the sleeping man.

Logan.

James Howlett.

Wolverine.

These names played over and over again in Remy's thoughts. Who was
the man he was holding? With which person was he sharing his bed?
Remy sighed and then a smile played at his lips. He loved the man he
had spent so much time with the past 3 years, drinking and playing
cards, talking with and now…

Remy kissed Logan once more, making his mind up as to who it was he
had run off with from Westchester. ~ Je t'aime, Logan. Je vous
aimerai jusqu'à la fin du temps ~