Creed's Credo

Logan had stayed in the medlab with Remy till the day he knew the man was to be released. Remy was curious as to where Logan had gone, but he supposed it didn’t really matter. Sure it had been nice, having Logan be with him almost every day and night, but he was used to being alone. It had been a new and different experience, not entirely unpleasant, to have someone you loved, and who loved you back, stay with you through thick and thin (though…lately it seemed like through sick and sin).

The moment Hank allowed him out of the medlab, he jumped off of the bed and yipped in excitement, practically running to the elevator that would lead him out to sweet, sweet freedom. He couldn’t wait to feel that nice cool breeze on his face or take that first, delicious drag off of a cigarette.

The elevator hummed as it made its way down, and once it stopped, he got on and tapped his foot anxiously as it made its way back up to the main floor and slowly (or so it seemed to him) swung open. Once the door opened, he was like an uber hyper Jack-Russell Terrier who could not be chained. Running through the halls, he grinned, an excited smile on his face, not caring that a few of the students, and even some of his teammates stared on at his oddness.

As soon as he made it to the smoke porch, he stopped and breathed, closing his eyes as he felt the slightly warm breeze hitting his face, the smell of the freshly cut grass and the still blooming flowers hitting his nostrils…and then the smell that made him smile the most came towards him. The heavy footsteps…the Cuban cigar…the gruff voice…the tender caress.

Logan had just gotten there, he could tell from the slight scent of gasoline on his clothing. Though he wondered where the man had gone, he wouldn’t push him.

“Hey Rems,” Logan whispered with a smile on his lips. Not one of those chilling, fake smiles (though some would say that Logan’s smiles were kinda scary), but an honest smile…a gentle smile reserved for people few and far between.

“Cher,” Remy whispered back, a smile on his face before he opened his eyes. God…that smoldering look in Logan’s eyes made his knees quake. Lucky thing that Logan was there, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer, his hazy mind thought. He felt like molding clay…and Logan was the potter, molding him into his body, making him fit perfectly, comfortably.

Logan smirked and kissed him softly for a few minutes before pulling away. “Glad to see you up and about. Got ya a present,” he said as he slid his hand in his pocket, retrieving a small gift-wrapped box.

He’d gone out in search of Victor since the night before. He hadn’t been able to find the bastard and the man’s scent had all but faded away from the scenes of death. Finally, a few hours before he knew Remy was to be released, he’d gone to the store and bought the man the one thing he knew he’d love.

Remy frowned and took it from the man before opening it, grinning as he saw what was in it. His favorite pack of cigarettes. “Aww…cher, you didn’t have to do dis for Remy! But it’s perfect,” he said before tearing open the pack. Grabbing a cancer stick, he put it in his mouth and lit it with his finger.

Logan smirked again, watching with lust-filled eyes as Remy took a long drag, holding the cigarette with his long, slender fingers. Crossing his arms, he licked his lips before biting his lower one as he heard that low, ecstasy filled moan escape those pouty lips, the smoke curling out as he did.

Smiling, he cleared his throat and chuckled softly when Remy opened his own eyes. “Merde…sorry mon amour. Remy sorta got lost in da pleasure of havin’ a cigarette for da first time,” he said on a blush.

Logan leaned in and kissed him tenderly before pulling away. “S’okay darlin’. It’s nice ta see ya like that. Makes ya even more sexier,” he said on a smirk.

Remy rolled his eyes and chuckled, returning the kiss before pulling back to take another drag, thankful when Logan wrapped his strong arms around his waist, holding him close in his embrace. Smiling, he closed his eyes and leaned back into Logan, even as he took another drag. “Love you cher,” he said softly.

“Love you too darlin’,” he said before kissing his back. Once Remy was done with his cigarette, the butt exploding in the air, Logan smirked. “Come on Rems. Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?” he asked in confusion.

“Out,” was all Logan said.

Remy frowned but shrugged. “Alrigh’ le’s go,” he said on a smile, trusting his lover.

Logan smiled and led his boyfriend to the car, giving the man a jacket when he got there.

Remy smiled gratefully and put it on before buckling in. Once they were on the road, he peered at Logan, getting a feel from the man that something was a little off. “Where we goin’ cher?”

“You’ll see,” Logan said on a smirk, looking over.

Though Remy trusted him, he hated surprises. Still…it peaked his interest, and he knew that if Logan was happy with the surprise, it must be alright.

“Just relax darlin’,” Logan said softly.

Remy sighed but nodded and stared out the window as the scenery passed them by, falling asleep a little while later.

How long it took them, he wasn’t sure, but Logan woke him up and he yawned and stretched before blinking and looking around. “Where we at Logan?”

“At the spa. Figured you could use a spa date.”

Remy smiled. “Awww…cher, you too good to dis Cajun.”

Logan shook his head and kissed Remy again before leading him into the spa. All in all, the little surprise took about 3 hours. When they exited, they were both relaxed and hungry…in more ways than one.

“Let’s go get some lunch…and then we can get a hotel room,” he said with a smirk.

Remy grinned. “Sounds great cher…le’s go,” he said before groaning softly at how good he felt.

Getting in the car, they drove off to a quaint little restaurant about 15 minutes from the day-spa. Going into the back of the restaurant, they sat down and started talking.

The waitress came up to them and smiled. “Afternoon guys, what can I get for you two today?”

“Coffee fer me and a rootbeer fer him,” Logan said, smirking when Remy gasped softly, eyes widening as Logan’s foot slipped up his leg and started rubbing against his balls.

The waitress nodded. “And have ya’ll decided on what you want to eat?”

Remy licked his lip and fought back a moan as he shakily answered the lady. “Uh…oui…I’d…I’d like da…dieu,” he paused, breathlessly. “I’d like da Cajun shrimp and fish. He’d …he’d like da fish n’ chips.”

She smiled and nodded, writing down the order before walking away.

Logan smirked and leaned over to kiss Remy. A little bit of making out and footsie later, the food came. The waitress smiled knowingly and winked as she set the drinks and food on the table. “Here ya go boys. Enjoy,” she said before walking off.

Logan grinned while Remy blushed before they started devouring something besides one another. Halfway through the meal though, Logan stiffened and paused as he sniffed and then growled.

Remy frowned softly and the hair on his neck pricked, before he turned to see why.

“Victor,” they both said on tandem.