"I don't know why we let ya back, sugah! Ya ain't nothin'
but a God damn traitor, ya ain't got no place in this house!" Rogue
spat, eyes blazing in anger.

"I got as much place here as anyone! Ain't no one around
here perfect!" Remy shot back, trying desperately not to fall apart
in front of her. He had to get out of there, just had to, he
couldn't take any more…turning his back on the woman he had once
loved, he set off down the hall towards the window that led to the
roof.

"No, ya don't! If we had any sense, we'd throw you out on
your thievin' ass!" Rogue yelled after him, picking up a vase from a
handy table and throwing it, barely missing Remy's head as he
retreated down the hallway.

Scrambling out the window and onto the roof, still hearing
Rogue's muffled shouts and curses, Remy sat down heavily on the
shingles and shut his eyes tightly, trying to ignore her anger. She
was projecting so strongly that it was practically impossible to tune
out and he could feel the hot tears running down his cheeks as he
fought against the hateful feelings.

He couldn't take much more…he had to get his mind off of her
anger. Fishing desperately for his bootknife, he whispered a short
prayer for forgiveness before slashing it across one barely healed
wrist, crying out in pain. Sobbing, he switched hands, grasping the
knife as best he could in his left hand and dragging it across his
other wrist, before letting it drop from his fingers into the quickly
growing pool of blood at his feet. Dimly noting, but not caring,
that he had cut far too deep this time, he watched the blood pouring
from his slashed wrists, tears running down his cheeks.

-------

Logan had heard the argument and rushed up as fast as he
could, but by the time he had gotten there, only Rogue and a
shattered vase were left. "Where'd he go, girl?"

"Out on the roof, if you must know. Stupid coward wouldn't
even stay and fight like a man!" Rogue snapped, glaring.

Ignoring her, Logan rushed down the hallway and scrambled
onto the roof as fast as he could. He had a bad idea of what Remy
was most likely doing up there and he knew he had to be
quick. "Shit!" he muttered, as he noticed that while Remy was still
conscious enough to be sitting up, there was a growing puddle of
blood below him that was being fed by the blood running from both his
wrists.

Rushing over, Logan grabbed up both thin wrists in one hand,
applying as much pressure as he could while he searched for something
to tie around them. "Kid, you got anything in those pockets of yours
I can use to bandage these?" Logan asked, shaking Remy to get his
attention.

Looking at Logan with unfocused eyes, Remy nodded and then
motioned with his head in the general direction of the pocket he
usually kept his cards in. The boy was losing a lot of blood and
Logan knew he had to act fast if he was going to get the bleeding
stopped before it was too late. Finding the strips of cloth, Logan
reluctantly abandoned his grip on one wrist so he could bandage the
other, tying it off as quickly as possible and cursing as he saw that
the puddle of blood was growing and that the boy was pale and quickly
losing consciousness. Grabbing up the other thin wrist, he tied it
off as quickly as possible before scooping the now unconscious boy up
and heading for the open window.

-------

Remy whimpered softly in his sleep and pressed himself
tighter against Logan's side, nuzzling his neck with a whimper of
pleasure. He had been asleep since Logan had brought him back
upstairs after Hank had sutured and bandaged the boy's wrists and had
spent much of the time crying in his sleep.

Smiling to himself, Logan let the boy cuddle close and
wrapped his arm tighter around him. It felt wonderful to snuggle up
with the boy like this, and Logan could almost forget about the
reason that Remy was currently in bed with him if he tried…almost.
Vowing silently to himself that this would be the last time Remy did
anything like this, Logan kissed the top of the boy's head and sighed
contentedly as he felt the boy nuzzling his neck.

Remy groaned softly as he woke up. His head was killing him
and his wrists were throbbing, but at least that meant he hadn't
managed to kill himself, and he was warm and...in bed with someone?
Logan, he was in bed with Logan, and it felt wonderful. Snuggling
closer to into Logan's warm, protective embrace, Remy kissed Logan's
neck softly, smiling to himself at the quiet gasp from his bed
partner.

Pulling away enough to look up with tired eyes, Remy met
Logan's gaze and gave him a tired smile. "Je suis desole, Logan.
Didn't mean t'…", he started, silenced by Logan's lips being pressed
against his own. Moaning softly, he responded eagerly to the tender
kiss, allowing himself to be shushed.

Carefully deepening the kiss when Remy responded, Logan
tangled one hand in the boy's tousled cinnamon hair and, on impulse,
pulled the boy on top of him. Moaning eagerly into Logan's mouth,
Remy relaxed happily into Logan's strong embrace. While he hadn't
expected any of this, he certainly wasn't going to complain…it felt
so good to be treated with such tenderness.

Tentatively, Remy reached out with his mind, asking for permission to
link his mind with Logan's. Taking Logan's encouraging moan as an
assent, he opened his mind to Logan and gasped at the flood of
feeling that hit him. Logan wanted him so badly, but more than that,
there was an overwhelming feeling of love. Logan loved him. The
realization was enough to bring tears to his eyes at the same time as
the lust he was feeling made him moan and press harder against the
bigger man, eager for more sensation.

Carefully, Logan grabbed hold of Remy's hips and flipped him over on
his back, careful not to hurt his bandaged wrists. Pressing himself
against the boy's lean body, Logan nudged at Remy's jaw until he
tipped his chin up and allowed Logan to nip and kiss at his neck,
moaning softly in encouragement. Normally he liked being treated
roughly, but Logan's tenderness was surprisingly arousing and Remy
found himself wondering what it would be like to be made love to with
such tenderness.

Gasping quietly as Logan tugged the hem of his shirt up so that he
could get at his chest, Remy arched up into Logan's touch as the
older man moved to suck softly at his hardened nipples. "Oui, cher…
se sent bon (feels good)…", moaning softly in pleasure as Logan
continued his gentle torment. This was so different than what he was
used to experiencing and yet it was wonderful.

"Rem, can I…make love to ya?" Logan asked softly, not wanting to push
the boy even though he could feel Remy's desire. He wasn't about to
force the boy into doing something he didn't want to do, even if he
did want the kid so bad it hurt.

"Oui, cher, s'il vous plait," Remy replied with a soft moan of
pleasure, eyes glowing a fiery red in the dim light of the bedroom.

Groaning softly at the boy's assent, Logan sat back on the bed to
give the boy room. "Sit up," he said, softly.

Quickly complying, wincing at the pain in his wrists as he levered
himself into a sitting position, Remy whimpered quietly at the rush
of lust he was feeling from Logan. Strangely, the care Logan was
taking to make sure that he wouldn't be too rough with him was
turning out to be a major turn on, something he normally wouldn't
have imagined possible.

"Lift your arms," Logan said softly, as he tugged on the hem of
Remy's t-shirt.

Lifting his arms, Remy allowed Logan to pull his shirt over his head
and toss it on the floor by the bed. Wincing at the pain the
movement caused in his wrists, Remy sighed happily as Logan caught
the flicker of pain and pressed a gentle kiss to each wrist in turn
before moving down to unbutton his jeans and slide them off of his
hips along with his boxers.

Moaning eagerly at the sight of the boy naked and waiting for him,
Logan quickly stripped off his own shirt and jeans, breath catching
at the sound of Remy's eager moan as he stood naked in front of him,
cock rock hard and dripping in anticipation. Sitting back down on
the edge of the bed, Logan tangled his hand in Remy's hair again and
pulled him into a gentle, hungry kiss.

"Ya ready, Darlin'?" Logan asked, not wanting to rush things, but
unable to wait much longer to claim the boy as his.

"Oui, cher," Remy replied, shivering in anticipation as he felt the
desperation building in Logan.

Growling softly, Logan stroked his aching cock, slicking it with
precum before settling between Remy's legs and kissing the boy
deeply. Hands on Remy's hips, he entered the boy as gently as
possible, fighting for self-composure. It felt incredible, but the
last thing he wanted was the hurt the boy; he'd already been hurt
enough for one day. Seeing nothing but pleasure on Remy's face,
Logan set up a slow, steady rhythm.

Logan could tell by the rising pitch and urgency of Remy's moans that
the boy was close to climaxing and thrust harder, loving the way the
boy met his every thrust with an equal hunger. Groaning raggedly,
Logan moved to suck feverishly at one of the boy's hardened nipples,
thrusting faster and harder as he felt the boy's orgasm building.

Close, he was so close…just a little more…Remy screamed eagerly as he
was driven over the edge into screaming orgasm, crying out and
shooting all over his chest and stomach in hot, sticky torrents.

Logan groaned as he felt the boy's muscles clenching his aching cock
and then howled ecstatically as Remy's empathy drove the boy's orgasm
into his mind, driving him over the edge harder than he would have
imagined possible.

Endless moments later, Logan regained his wits enough to pull out and
gather the exhausted boy to his chest, both of them drained from the
intensity of their shared climaxes. Settling the boy against his
chest, Logan chuckled as he realized that Remy was already fast
asleep.

TBC