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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male › Remy/Logan
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,604
Reviews:
9
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Currently Reading:
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Waking Up
It had been 3 long weeks before Remy finally woke up. He still needed to have assistance breathing, so they kept the tube in his throat.
Remy's arm had slowly healed and was now in a cast. It was hard for him to move his bruised body, but he used his hand to lightly squeeze around 2 of Logan's fingers. He watched a sleeping Logan stir and awaken.
Logan slowly opened one eye, and then the other to see the hand he had been holding was now gripping his own. He smiled softly and looked up to see the barely opened eyes of the man he loved. The demon eyes seemed to show the his heart. The love...the appreciation...the vulnerability...all there for the man he loved to see.
Kissing him gently, Logan lets weeks of unshed tears fall slowly down his wary cheeks. He looked as old as he was and felt. The stress he had been under, being helpless...unable to do anything to ease the pain of his dear Remy.
Remy cried as well, but not because he was in pain, but because of the overwhelming love he felt flowing into his mind from the old Canadian.
Two weeks after waking up in the hospital and after regaining use of his vocal cords, Remy was released from the hospital. Logan drove him to the cabin he owned in Canada and had told the Acadian that they would stay there until Remy’s condition had improved.
At the moment the Rajun’ Cajun was unable to do anything but rant and complain about being helpless to do anything for himself, and also over Logan’s cooking (which hadn’t improved much over the years).
After taking Remy for a check -up, the doctor set up an appointment with a physical therapist. Everyday Logan worked Remy out until he was brought to tears, forcing the young man to get back into shape. The Cajun hated the pain, but in the end, he figured, it was worth it.
After each strenuous work-out, Logan would give him a relaxing and much needed sponge/bubble bath, in which Logan himself partook. The sight of his soon to be lover naked brought him unending joy, but being bathed by the burly Canadian made him writhe with pleasure.
Each touch Logan gave him made him moan and with each moan Logan gave him a melting smile and mind blowing kiss. The kisses were not like he had expected. Instead of being rough and harsh, these kisses were the most tender and loving kisses he had ever received by either sex. He got lost in those kisses and was found again through his deep eyes.
He felt blessed to be shown the side that no one ever saw. The soft, tender, gentle side of Logan. Everyone knew of his rough exterior. The extreme power he held inside those strong muscles. It was as if Chernobyl had been rebuilt inside the well built body of one man.
And with every kiss he gave, it was as if a tiny explosion was going off on each little spot he touched leaving him breathless from the shockwaves. Such love he never knew could be possessed and yet here it was being given to him like food on a silver plate, served by the king to a servant. A gift that you couldn’t place any numerical value on.
Each kiss gave him the will to get better and each tender word that Logan gave him was a new breath, like taking the elixir of life giving him energy and power. And his heart soared to know that even he, a theif, could find such love.
He had finally found his own god to worship. Or was he the god that was being worshipped? He was confused. It was all jumbled up into one happy ball that he didn’t ever want to untangle. The mess was his and Logan fit right into it. He didn’t want it to ever end.
One day after a make-out session in a now cold bath, Remy asked Logan why he loved him so much. Logan only replied, “Because ya deserve it darlin’. Ya always have. Ya just never saw it for yerself till I showed ya the whole picture. You thought ya deserved what ya got, because ya thought you were bad. But the truth was, ya were just learnin’ ta survive,” he whispered before stroking the long cinnamon hair, kissing the slender, tanned neck.
As Logan kissed the younger man’s neck, Remy began to fall asleep. Logan smiled, kissed his cheek, dried him off and carried him off to bed where they both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
TBC
Remy's arm had slowly healed and was now in a cast. It was hard for him to move his bruised body, but he used his hand to lightly squeeze around 2 of Logan's fingers. He watched a sleeping Logan stir and awaken.
Logan slowly opened one eye, and then the other to see the hand he had been holding was now gripping his own. He smiled softly and looked up to see the barely opened eyes of the man he loved. The demon eyes seemed to show the his heart. The love...the appreciation...the vulnerability...all there for the man he loved to see.
Kissing him gently, Logan lets weeks of unshed tears fall slowly down his wary cheeks. He looked as old as he was and felt. The stress he had been under, being helpless...unable to do anything to ease the pain of his dear Remy.
Remy cried as well, but not because he was in pain, but because of the overwhelming love he felt flowing into his mind from the old Canadian.
Two weeks after waking up in the hospital and after regaining use of his vocal cords, Remy was released from the hospital. Logan drove him to the cabin he owned in Canada and had told the Acadian that they would stay there until Remy’s condition had improved.
At the moment the Rajun’ Cajun was unable to do anything but rant and complain about being helpless to do anything for himself, and also over Logan’s cooking (which hadn’t improved much over the years).
After taking Remy for a check -up, the doctor set up an appointment with a physical therapist. Everyday Logan worked Remy out until he was brought to tears, forcing the young man to get back into shape. The Cajun hated the pain, but in the end, he figured, it was worth it.
After each strenuous work-out, Logan would give him a relaxing and much needed sponge/bubble bath, in which Logan himself partook. The sight of his soon to be lover naked brought him unending joy, but being bathed by the burly Canadian made him writhe with pleasure.
Each touch Logan gave him made him moan and with each moan Logan gave him a melting smile and mind blowing kiss. The kisses were not like he had expected. Instead of being rough and harsh, these kisses were the most tender and loving kisses he had ever received by either sex. He got lost in those kisses and was found again through his deep eyes.
He felt blessed to be shown the side that no one ever saw. The soft, tender, gentle side of Logan. Everyone knew of his rough exterior. The extreme power he held inside those strong muscles. It was as if Chernobyl had been rebuilt inside the well built body of one man.
And with every kiss he gave, it was as if a tiny explosion was going off on each little spot he touched leaving him breathless from the shockwaves. Such love he never knew could be possessed and yet here it was being given to him like food on a silver plate, served by the king to a servant. A gift that you couldn’t place any numerical value on.
Each kiss gave him the will to get better and each tender word that Logan gave him was a new breath, like taking the elixir of life giving him energy and power. And his heart soared to know that even he, a theif, could find such love.
He had finally found his own god to worship. Or was he the god that was being worshipped? He was confused. It was all jumbled up into one happy ball that he didn’t ever want to untangle. The mess was his and Logan fit right into it. He didn’t want it to ever end.
One day after a make-out session in a now cold bath, Remy asked Logan why he loved him so much. Logan only replied, “Because ya deserve it darlin’. Ya always have. Ya just never saw it for yerself till I showed ya the whole picture. You thought ya deserved what ya got, because ya thought you were bad. But the truth was, ya were just learnin’ ta survive,” he whispered before stroking the long cinnamon hair, kissing the slender, tanned neck.
As Logan kissed the younger man’s neck, Remy began to fall asleep. Logan smiled, kissed his cheek, dried him off and carried him off to bed where they both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
TBC