Never Let Go

Remy's eyes opened wide at the words. He knew how Logan felt for him, it was hard to hide with this link they had fused. However, knowing the sensations was one thing, hearing the words spoken aloud was quite another. His hands trembled slightly as he looked at the feral's face. Logan's eyes were closed and his face placid. He looked content, something Remy had never seen on the Canadian.

"Cher." Remy said in a husky whisper. His magical eyes flickered as Logan's opened.The feral caught the boy's hands and shook his head.

"Hush, darlin', ya don't have to say it back. Not if yer not ready." he said knowing that admitting such a profound thing was hard for the oft abused boy. Logan would be patient with his young lover. For Remy he would do anything, he would never let go unless the boy truly wished it. "Just come here and let me hold ya." he said softly drawing Remy close letting the boy use his ample shoulder as a pillow.

"Tanks for understanding,Cher." Remy whispered and closed his eyes feeling safe in the circle of Logan's love.
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Creed sat on the cot staring at the security camera making faces. He was bored. No beyond that. He was Mother Fucking Bored. He wished Logan would come back so he could have fun with the Runt again. He grinned evilly, thinking to himself of how much more fun it would be if Remy paid him a visit instead.

He folded his hands behind his head and put his feet up on the wall. He delved into a memory of the thief in great vivid detail.

The way the boy had struggled and fought, the feeling of those lithe muscles flexing and straining. The painful scream as he thrust in and then the priceless heat and tightness of the boy's body. He felt himself go hard and he focused on the sight of himself disappearing into that clench, now slick with spit and blood. He had caught a scent coming down the hall and wanted to greet any snooping spooks with something they'd regret spying on. He called up the image of when he was done, Remy laying sprawled on the floor, used, abused and looking so young. The scratches, the cum, the blood all spread across his slender body in what, to Creed, was a great turn on.

Right on cue there was a double gasp of disgust and Creed turned his head to look at Jean Gray and Charles Xavier. He grinned dirtily and swung his feet to the floor.

"Guess ya had to be there." he said and felt the heat of Jean's glare. "Easy Phoenix, I didn't know ya had such a soft spot for the Swamp Rat."

"You are a degenerate monster, Creed." Jean said and her pupils flashed flames. She wanted badly to rip the man's throat out. Never mind the things he had done to the team, the lives he had stolen and ruined. Here, now in this moment all the Phoenix could see was her team mate and friend so hurt and abused and so very vulnerable. Something Remy hated to be. She knew how it would kill the Cajun to know Creed had shown that to Jean and Charles.

~"Stand down Jean."~ Charles' mental voice caught her up short as she felt her muscles coiling to step forward. The professor rolled his chair a bit closer to the cell. "Victor, you leave us with very little choices. We cannot let you go, your actions have proven you are a danger to humans and mutants alike. Yet handing you over to the government is also a problem." he said his gray eyes scanning the feral with intensity. he leaned his arm on the chair and rest his chin on one fist. "I know you are trying to play on Logan's need to know his past. I caution you that should your information be false. I don't think any of us could or would stop him from taking his anger out on you." the professor advised not really thinking the half mad mutant would take it to heart.

"What lies are you feeding him?" Jean snapped at Creed. The feral grinned and cocked his head. "Awww, what's wrong Barbie, pissed off I have the answers neither one of ya can find for the Runt?" he paced a circle almost lazily.

"Fact is I do know things ya don't. I know who he is and what he was before ya lot neutered him." he snarled and clenched his hands into fists, his claws digging into his palms. "Before those ass fucks took his memory and he ran." his hazel eyes blazed and he stepped up to the edge of the cell. "Ya call him Logan, but that's a newer name. "For childish sentimentality he clung to his false paternal name, didn't bother me none really. The bastard that fathered us didn't deserve to be immortalized." he said and then watched as his words sank in.

Jean's aura flamed almost instantly.

"YOU LIE!" she boomed and lifted her hands out. Charles was stunned but managed to get a handle on her before she gave over to the strong rage.

"JEAN! Step back!" he said commanding her and rolling his chair between her and the cell. "Look at me." he said his tone belying the serious situation. "Take a deep breath. This is not something we can decide without the others." he said and pulled at her logical side. Jean took a long deep breath as instructed and the flames subsided. But her green eyes still burned with rage at the feral in the cell.

"Then i suggest we get on with it." he said crisply and waited for Charles to lead the way. The professor looked back at Creed and raised one brow.

"Well, Victor. It seems either way there will be strife. It must be a tiring existence." he said in a dulcet tone before turning his chair and following Jean out. Creed squinted at the man and the words rolled around in his head. They chaffed and gnawed at him making him curse and stalked to the back of the cell to sulk.

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~"X-Men join me in the War Room as soon as possible."~ Charles' telepathic request went out and soon the team began to assemble. The last to arrive were Logan and Remy. The feral had tried to insist the boy stay in bed and the Cajun had resisted.

"Professor didn' say all de X-Men 'cept Gambit, He said X-Men." his sensual mouth set in a line letting his lover know he wasn't going to be left out. Logan had to chuckle and then nodded. He couldn't help it, the boy was too fucking adorable when he did that.

"Alright Darlin, but let me help ya." he said. He had insisted on carrying the boy to the lift but Remy refused to be carried into the War Room.

"Let dis Cajun has some of his dig'nty." he groused as they moved through the doors. Remy smiled at the group crookedly and limped his way to his seat. Logan took the one next to him and they turned their eyes to Charles at the head of the table.

"It seems that we need to decide what to do with our visitor." he said and let his eyes move over the whole team. Jean sat rigid in her chair, Scott next to her picking up more then he wanted through their link. His chiseled jaw set in discomfort. Storm looked from Charles to her brother still worrying about his condition. Bobby and Hank sat side by side and watched the others wondering what was going on. Rogue and Jubes looked bored as hell. The only people who weren't bored or wary were the couple at the other end of the table. Logan sat sprawled in his chair with a bemused smile on his lips. Remy's injured leg propped up on his knee while the Cajun smiled at Storm trying to put her at ease.

"Victor has made some rather shocking suggestions and it leaves us in a quandary." Charles said and noted that Logan's body language changed immediately. Remy felt the feral's emotions spike and winced at the strength of the rage.

"He spoutin' off horseshit again?" Logan asked and leaned up a little in his chair. "What he try an' sell ya?" he asked wanting to just kill the son of a bitch once and for all. Charles cleared his throat and took a deep breath. He concentrated on Logan and replayed the conversation in the cell for him mentally.

Logan went from raging red to deathly pale in a matter of seconds.

"Cher?" Remy's voice cracked with worry as the feelings he was receiving were confusing and very powerful. Fear, anger, astonishment, panic, and some other things he couldn't name. His wild eyes turned to the professor.

"What de Hell? What dat connard say?" he demanded as he pulled his leg from his lover's lap and leaned to take his hand. "Talk t' me Logan, your scaring de shit out of Remy." he said and squeezed his lover's fingers.

Logan shook his head. Everything in him was at war. While one side of him rejected the notion another spoke up saying yes, yes, this is right, you know it. He let go of Remy's hand and pulled away from the table.

He ran his hands into his thick hair and tried to calm himself down. After several seconds of everyone holding their breath and Remy trying desperately to figure out what his lover was feeling, Logan's voice growled through the room.

"Go ahead and tell em, Chuck." said and braced for impact. Drawing in a breath that came out in a sigh Charles relayed the encounter in the cell block. Jean added a few details, unable to be quiet.

There were gasps and out cries around the table. Remy turned from the professor's face to his lover's back. Many thoughts and feelings rushed through him. He felt the fear loom up and tried to squelch it before Logan got wind of it. He wasn't fast enough.

The feral's spine stiffened more. Remy regretted it instantly. Logan made a pained growling sound.

The team began to babble and argue. Half thinking Creed was lying the other half pondering the truth of the words. Remy felt stifled by all the feelings flying around the room. He struggled to fortify his shields but the worry for Logan was taking his focus. He gasped for breath before getting up with difficulty. He caused silence with his movement but he didn't say anything. His jaw was set and his demon eyes blazed.

He moved stiffly out of the room. His feet had one destination and he tried to loosen his gait as he made his way toward the detention block. The door opened behind him with a bang and Logan stormed after him.

"Jus' where do ya think yer goin'?" He shouted after the boy. Remy shook his head.

"No fuckin' way I'm gonna let him take anyting from us. Not gonna let it happen." he flexed his fingers the charge darting between them. "Gonna take care of dis fucker for good." he said and kept moving.

"Remy!' Logan said catching up to the boy and grasping his arm."Ya can't do it. I won't let ya take that on yer shoulders." He pulled the boy to a stop and they looked at each other. Crisp blue orbs gazed into blazing red and Remy shook his head again.

"I ain't gonna let him make me doubt." he said and turned to continue. "I finally got you and no way in Hell is dat monster takin you away." he said and his eyes grew a little glassy but he shook it off. Logan felt his head throb and he tried to fight off the anger that was growing. Everything was happening too fast.

"Damnit Remy, ya can't do this now!" he said as the boy stumbled and reached out a hand to brace himself on the wall. Logan moved to help the boy and the thief couldn't help the flinch at his touch. Logan drew his hands back as if burned.

"Yer scared of me now?" he growled. Remy swallowed hard and looked at the feral with wide eyes.

"Sorry cher, dats why I gotta kill him." he said and turned back toward the hall. The door banged open again as the others came rushing out. Scott moved toward the pair.

"Logan, Remy stand down." he said using his best Fearless Leader voice. Remy cast an evil look back at him.

"Stuff it up your ass, Scotty, If it was Jeanie you'd be der already." he said and tried to pull from Logan's grasp. "It has to be me, I'm da one wif history, I'm the one who has to do it." he said and moved on. Logan lost his patients and caught the boy in his strong arms.

"NO! I said not right now. Fuck Remy, ya don't even know if ya can kill him so just fuckin' stop it!" Internally Logan winced for what he was about to do but he knew he had to stop his confused and hurting lover from committing murder for his sake. He pushed the whole of his feelings down the link overloading the empath and knocking him out. It was a dirty trick and he was gonna catch hell from the kid later for it. He held the boy as his body went limp and lifted him easily into his arms.

"Stubborn little shit, ya gonna learn to listen to me." he said curling Remy close and turning back to the others. "Hank, get ready the Danger Room. Settin' Logan 23." his blue eyes swept them all. "I'm gonna put Remy to bed, Storm I'd like ya to sit with him please." He got a quick nod and the Weather Witch was at his side. Logan looked at Scott and his face went grim.

"Put Creed in the room. I'll be there as soon as I get him settled." he said and turned on his heel. The others stared in shock as Logan stalked down the hall and into the elevator.

He punched the button as Storm jumped in and he looked down at the unconscious Cajun in his arms. He hoped he would live to catch hell from the boy when he woke.