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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male › Remy/Logan
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Adult ++
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Chapter 3
Logan sighed, contented, and stretched a little, leaning back against the headboard of Remy’s bed. It felt wonderful to just relax like this with nothing to worry about and nowhere else he’d rather be. He couldn’t think of a more perfect situation: cold beer, a comfortable bed anmy hmy half asleep with his head in his lap.
“So, how long’ve you known Bella?” Logan asked, idly running his fingersoughough Remy’s shower-damp hair.
“Depends on what you mean by ‘know’,” Remy mumbled, sleepily licking his lips. “If you mean in de literal sense, den since we was ten, but if you mean in de biblical sense, den since he was thirteen.”
“Damn, kid, can’t accuse you of bein’ slow,” Logan snorted, choking on his beer.
“Yeah, I’m whadya call it?” Remy mumbled wa sla sleepy smirk. “…Precocious.”
Logan snorted; the kid was a real trip. “I s’pose that’s one way of lookin’ at it.”
Remy shrugged noncommittally with an amused smirk; he wasn’t ashamed to admit it and Logan had asked.
“Does she know about…?” Logan started, not sure how to phrase the question.
“Oui,” Remy answered, knowing what Logan was getting at. “She don’ care. Dis is me we’re talkin’ about. I don’ t’ink she’d know what t’ do wit’ me if I wasn’tsin’sin’ anyt’in’ on two legs. You really narrow de playin’ field if you care ‘bout gender, y’know?”
Logan rolled his eyes; the kid was shameless, no question about it. “You still love her?” he asked softly, hoping he wasn’t being too nosy.
“Oui,” Remy answered without hesitation, looking up at his lover with glowing eyes. “But dat don’ mean I can’t love somebody else, too.”
Shit…how in the hell had the kid picked up on that? The boy could read him like an open book and Logan had no idea how he did it. “Rem, I…” he started, not sure of what to say.
“Je t’aime, aussi,” Remy answered with a soft smile.
“Shit, kid. How do you do that?” Logan muttered, once again thrown off guard by how easily the boy could read him.
“Empat’y,” Remy answered softly, eyes downcast, unsure of how Logan would react. He knew Logan didn’t like secrets, but it wasn’t something he liked to go around announcing.
Well, that explained a lot…but what it didn’t explain was why the kid seemed upset all of a sudden. “Rem, look at me,” Logan said softly, ing ing the boy’s chin up.
Resigning himself to whatever would come from his revelation, Remy hesitantly shifted his gaze from Logan’s lap to the other man’s face, surprised to see a look of unworried acceptance, rather than the anger he had expected. Eyes going wide, Remy simply stared in wonder.
“You thought I’d be mad, didn’t you?” Logan asked softly, brushing the boy’s bangs away from his eyes, fingers lingering on Remy’s cheek.
“Oui,” Remy answered softly, unconsciously leaning into Logan’s touch.
“Well, I’m not,” Logan answered, voice firm, “but no more secrets, Rem. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right. Okay?”
“Oui, cher,” Remy purred, more than willing to agree to Logan’s conditions.
“That’s my boy,” Logan praised and grabbed a handful of the boy’s bangs, tugging lightly to make sure he had Remy’s attention. “C’mere.”
Forcing his tired, aching muscles to comply, Remy sat up, eyeing Logan sleepily through his ba Le Leaning against Logan’s chest, he tucked his head under Logan’s chin, luxuriating in the wash of affection coming off of his lover.
Logan settled Remy against his chest with a contented sigh and rubbed a soothing hand up and down the boy’s back, chuckling at the tickle of Remy’s breath against his neck. “Why don’t you go on t’ sleep, Rem?” Logan suggested softly. Dawn was coming and he had to get back to his security post, no matter how appealing the idea of crawling into bed with the boy was.
“Don’ wanna,” Remy mumbled, stifling a yawn. He didn’t want Logan to leave, it felt too good to be held like this, protected in Logan’s strong embrace.
“Too bad,” Logan snorted. “Move it, kiddo.”
“I ain’t a chile,” Remy muttered petulantly.
“No, but I’m still in charge here. Now get in bed,” Logan said firmly, a warning edge creeping into his voice.
Acquiescing with a smirk, Remy sat up, fighting to keep his eyes open as Logan moved to stand by the side of the bed. He really was tired, exhausted actually, he just liked giving Logan a hard time. “Moder hen,” Remy said in a stage whisper, glaring mischievously at Logan through his bangs.
“You got a death wish?” Logan asked with a throaty chuckle, shaking his head in exasperation as Remy gave him a look of beatific innocence. “Bed. Now,” Logan reiterated, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.
Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Remy backed up againse hee headboard and dug his heels into the blankets, shoving them down as best he could without getting up. Settling with a sigh in the rumpled space he’d created, Remy sleepily focused on Logan with a smirk. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” Logan said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, get those feet under the covers so I can tuck you in.”
“But it’s hot!” Remy whined.
“I’ll open the window,” Logan said, exasperated. “Now get…in…bed.”
Pouting, Remy allowed Logan to tuck him in, already half-asleep, and watched with sleepy eyes as Logan crossed to the window and shoved it open. “Happy?” Logan asked.
“Ecstatic,” Remy parroted in a near perfect imitation of Logan’s accent.
“I’m going to pretend that’s the fever talking,” Logan growled, giving the boy a meaningful stare.
“What?” Remy asked, every feature radiating bewildered innocence.
“Brat,” Logan muttered. “Are you gonna to go to sleep, or am I gonna have to knock you out?”
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Logan hadn’t had to knock the kid out – hadn’t had to do anything but wait – the kid was dead to the world within minutes of his threat, sprawled across the bed with a look of complete satisfaction on his face; cheeks still flushed with fever, but sleeping peacefully.
Smiling softly to himself, Logan watched as a light breeze blew in through the open window, ruffling the boy’s bangs. Not wanting to tear himself away, but needing to return to his security post, Logan pressed a gentle kiss to the boy’s forehead, pleased to find that it was cooler than it had been earlier. “G’night, kiddo,” Logan whispered, padding out of the room as quietly as possible.
END
“So, how long’ve you known Bella?” Logan asked, idly running his fingersoughough Remy’s shower-damp hair.
“Depends on what you mean by ‘know’,” Remy mumbled, sleepily licking his lips. “If you mean in de literal sense, den since we was ten, but if you mean in de biblical sense, den since he was thirteen.”
“Damn, kid, can’t accuse you of bein’ slow,” Logan snorted, choking on his beer.
“Yeah, I’m whadya call it?” Remy mumbled wa sla sleepy smirk. “…Precocious.”
Logan snorted; the kid was a real trip. “I s’pose that’s one way of lookin’ at it.”
Remy shrugged noncommittally with an amused smirk; he wasn’t ashamed to admit it and Logan had asked.
“Does she know about…?” Logan started, not sure how to phrase the question.
“Oui,” Remy answered, knowing what Logan was getting at. “She don’ care. Dis is me we’re talkin’ about. I don’ t’ink she’d know what t’ do wit’ me if I wasn’tsin’sin’ anyt’in’ on two legs. You really narrow de playin’ field if you care ‘bout gender, y’know?”
Logan rolled his eyes; the kid was shameless, no question about it. “You still love her?” he asked softly, hoping he wasn’t being too nosy.
“Oui,” Remy answered without hesitation, looking up at his lover with glowing eyes. “But dat don’ mean I can’t love somebody else, too.”
Shit…how in the hell had the kid picked up on that? The boy could read him like an open book and Logan had no idea how he did it. “Rem, I…” he started, not sure of what to say.
“Je t’aime, aussi,” Remy answered with a soft smile.
“Shit, kid. How do you do that?” Logan muttered, once again thrown off guard by how easily the boy could read him.
“Empat’y,” Remy answered softly, eyes downcast, unsure of how Logan would react. He knew Logan didn’t like secrets, but it wasn’t something he liked to go around announcing.
Well, that explained a lot…but what it didn’t explain was why the kid seemed upset all of a sudden. “Rem, look at me,” Logan said softly, ing ing the boy’s chin up.
Resigning himself to whatever would come from his revelation, Remy hesitantly shifted his gaze from Logan’s lap to the other man’s face, surprised to see a look of unworried acceptance, rather than the anger he had expected. Eyes going wide, Remy simply stared in wonder.
“You thought I’d be mad, didn’t you?” Logan asked softly, brushing the boy’s bangs away from his eyes, fingers lingering on Remy’s cheek.
“Oui,” Remy answered softly, unconsciously leaning into Logan’s touch.
“Well, I’m not,” Logan answered, voice firm, “but no more secrets, Rem. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right. Okay?”
“Oui, cher,” Remy purred, more than willing to agree to Logan’s conditions.
“That’s my boy,” Logan praised and grabbed a handful of the boy’s bangs, tugging lightly to make sure he had Remy’s attention. “C’mere.”
Forcing his tired, aching muscles to comply, Remy sat up, eyeing Logan sleepily through his ba Le Leaning against Logan’s chest, he tucked his head under Logan’s chin, luxuriating in the wash of affection coming off of his lover.
Logan settled Remy against his chest with a contented sigh and rubbed a soothing hand up and down the boy’s back, chuckling at the tickle of Remy’s breath against his neck. “Why don’t you go on t’ sleep, Rem?” Logan suggested softly. Dawn was coming and he had to get back to his security post, no matter how appealing the idea of crawling into bed with the boy was.
“Don’ wanna,” Remy mumbled, stifling a yawn. He didn’t want Logan to leave, it felt too good to be held like this, protected in Logan’s strong embrace.
“Too bad,” Logan snorted. “Move it, kiddo.”
“I ain’t a chile,” Remy muttered petulantly.
“No, but I’m still in charge here. Now get in bed,” Logan said firmly, a warning edge creeping into his voice.
Acquiescing with a smirk, Remy sat up, fighting to keep his eyes open as Logan moved to stand by the side of the bed. He really was tired, exhausted actually, he just liked giving Logan a hard time. “Moder hen,” Remy said in a stage whisper, glaring mischievously at Logan through his bangs.
“You got a death wish?” Logan asked with a throaty chuckle, shaking his head in exasperation as Remy gave him a look of beatific innocence. “Bed. Now,” Logan reiterated, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.
Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Remy backed up againse hee headboard and dug his heels into the blankets, shoving them down as best he could without getting up. Settling with a sigh in the rumpled space he’d created, Remy sleepily focused on Logan with a smirk. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” Logan said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, get those feet under the covers so I can tuck you in.”
“But it’s hot!” Remy whined.
“I’ll open the window,” Logan said, exasperated. “Now get…in…bed.”
Pouting, Remy allowed Logan to tuck him in, already half-asleep, and watched with sleepy eyes as Logan crossed to the window and shoved it open. “Happy?” Logan asked.
“Ecstatic,” Remy parroted in a near perfect imitation of Logan’s accent.
“I’m going to pretend that’s the fever talking,” Logan growled, giving the boy a meaningful stare.
“What?” Remy asked, every feature radiating bewildered innocence.
“Brat,” Logan muttered. “Are you gonna to go to sleep, or am I gonna have to knock you out?”
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Logan hadn’t had to knock the kid out – hadn’t had to do anything but wait – the kid was dead to the world within minutes of his threat, sprawled across the bed with a look of complete satisfaction on his face; cheeks still flushed with fever, but sleeping peacefully.
Smiling softly to himself, Logan watched as a light breeze blew in through the open window, ruffling the boy’s bangs. Not wanting to tear himself away, but needing to return to his security post, Logan pressed a gentle kiss to the boy’s forehead, pleased to find that it was cooler than it had been earlier. “G’night, kiddo,” Logan whispered, padding out of the room as quietly as possible.
END