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Next morning they were awaken by usual loud banging outside. Their
cellmates got up yawning and stretching, then paced to the grates
that soon were opened.
"It's their way of saying `Good morning'" Remy explained, carefully
pulling himself up from the bank. Logan helped Remy to get up and
with kid's arm over his shoulder they strolled out, LeBeau still
having Logan's shredded shirt wrapped over his shoulders.
They proceeded to the bathroom, and Cajun froze in the doorframe for
a slight moment. All things bathroom associated with were
frightening, and he hesitated breathily, until Savior's arm wrapped
tighter yet still gently around him, providing comfort and safety.
LeBeau stepped inside.
He didn't strip, neither did Logan. The last one didn't feel like
washing under that water, while Remy just didn't feel like being
naked in front of those men, and… that particular man especially.
Better to get his pants damp, they would dry under the sun anyway.
Logan helped him to the nearest shower and steadied him while the kid
washed off the cold sweat he got while thrashing last night. He was
just washing Cajun's hair when he caught multiple glances from the
men around.
His keen hearing that wasn't taken away by the collar, easily picked
up the faint whispers, and he growled under his breath. The tension
built until a huge frame entered the bathroom. Remy slowly pulled his
head up, and felt his knees giving way.

Creed observed the bathroom, his gaze pointing out the puzzlement of
the prisoners, and taking off at the shocked and helpless expression
of his ex-sex-slave. Slowly he parted his lips and ran his rough
tongue over the upper lip in the manner of sick seduction. Remy
flinched, suddenly feeling like he was floating with no support, like
here was only him and the tormentor, ready to claim him again. For a
moment he got lost in cold sticky fear, and all he could do was to
push the air through his stiffed throat and watch the tormentor come
closer.
It was until the strong hand of the Savior went around his shoulders.
The Acadian clung to it for dear life, seizing the tall blond man,
weighting his chances.

Creed slid his tongue back into his mouth the moment his eyes met
Logan's. Emeralds interfered with sapphires in a deadly battle of
stares. Taking a step closer, Sabertooth let out a cat-like hiss,
baring his fangs. Wolverine responded with throaty growl that rumbled
in his chest resonating in Cajun's bones.
Not letting Creed go with his eyes, Logan moved Remy behind his back
and aside, then stepped closer to have some distance between the kid
and what was gonna happen here. Two predators started circling each
other, occasional hissing and growling heard in dead silence. The men
around hurried to leave the bathroom not wanting to get involved in
whatever fight was gonna start.
"He's mine" Sabertooth hissed, barely beyond a whisper, yet it gave
Remy creeps, as he overheard the statement from the corner of the
bathroom. "He'll never be, Creed" Logan rumbled back. Somewhere deep
in his mind he wasn't fond of the perspective of fighting the mutant
with free sharp claws, while his own claws were forced to stay
sheathed. Yet the animalistic side on him demanded blood, and he went
along with the urge.
They didn't know who went on first, yet in a moment they turned into
rolling ball of flesh, blood, claws and fists, wails and roars.
When they finally separated, Logan had several fresh slashes on his
chest and arms, and Creed was doubling over from the punch he got in
his guts. "We go like this – we kill each other." Victor spat, and
Remy registered something in the statement Logan's fogged mind had
missed.
The tormentor was acting out of character. Even though the Savior had
kicked his ass last time, it couldn't mean much for a creature the
huge man was. The reason the blondie acted this way was… he was
scared. Scared by the sheer fury Logan turned into, the cold rage
that let him not acknowledge the wounds and pushed him on and on past
the limits.
"Ya care?"
LeBeau shivered at the voice the Savior spoke with. Hard and insane,
it was almost the copy of the way the tormentor spoke. Made him shift
more into the corner and pray they won't notice him at all…
"Like ya don'" Sabertooth grunted. "I ain't dyin' in a fuckin' jail."
He sheathed his claws, straightened up and observed Logan from above,
like a dog observes an angry and scratchy cat.
Debating for several moments, Logan took a deep breath and
straightened up too, still ready for any mischief Creed could pull
up. "Next time" he promised. The taller man nodded. "Next time."
Turning around, he strolled out of the bathroom, leaving two other
men alone.
Taking a deep breath to calm the adrenaline rush, Wolverine turned
around to face Cajun, his mind only now registering a fact Creed had
just turned down the fight. He stepped to the kid and stretched out
his hand to help him to get up.
Remy thrust back into the corner, his eyes wide, glaring at the hand
as if it was poison sneak coming for his soul. Realizing the
situation, Logan crotched down on his heels and looked Remy straight
in the eyes. For a breath moment the air caught in his throat, and he
had to swallow to breath again. Kid's alien eyes flamed like a living
fire, red on black as they were.
The pupils were dilated, leaving only a thin line of the red orb,
making eyes look almost black. Caught with the sight, Logan barely
managed to keep himself from reaching out to touch kid's cheek, to
run his hand over the pale velvet skin. ~Not now, Logan. Not now,
unless you want to freak him out.~
"Remy, I'm not gonna hurt you." he said in the most soothing voice he
could come up with. Thanks god, the voice didn't go out husky. "All I
want is to help you out. To help us out."

Cajun looked into those icy-blue eyes, and the fear started to
subside. It was his Savior after all, he owed his life to him, his
life and soul and all. Logan wasn't someone he should be afraid of.
Carefully, he reached out his slim hand and moved it forward until it
touched Wolverine's cheek.
He ran his thin fingers over the rough skin, taking in the texture
that reminded of leather. The Savior was oozing strength, and it was
mesmerizing. Hard muscles moving under the tough skin, when the man
moved his hand forward to rest it on kid's shoulder.
Acadian slid his hand down man's chest, and felt the shudder running
over the tough body, as iron-hard muscles shivered under the touch.
It was then when it occurred to Remy – the man wanted him. He blinked
at the realization, not knowing what to do at first. What if he
misunderstood?… yet no, it's not something you can get wrong, it was
way too obvious, despite of utter attempt of the man to hide it Remy
had seen this too many times not to know what it was all about.
~He saved your life, this gorgeous creature. If there's something you
can do to pay him back, do it and don't think if it's right or wrong.
He's too good for you anyway, so you may as well at least pay him for
saving your swamp rat's ass.~

Logan saw the pale hand reaching out to touch his cheek, and signed
with relief. The kid trusted him enough, so they could… the thought
was gone, as the velvet skin carefully brushed over his cheek.
Instinctively he held his breath, not daring to scare off the
pleasure.
Suppressing the urge to crash the kid against his chest, he let
himself move his hand onto Remy's shoulder in friendly gesture. Just
a hand on a shoulder, nothing more, natural gesture that has nothing
behind it.
Yet, his muscles clenched feverishly when the thin skillful fingers
ran over his chest and stomach. ~God, kid, if you only knew… what
you're doing to me…~ he almost wished for him to stop, to pull away,
knowing he couldn't make himself stop the pleasure.
~Stop, kid, stop because I can't stop you!~ but the fellow was going
on, his hand running up and down Logan's chest in lazy strokes,
making his already hard nipples hurt with need.
That was when the hand slid behind his head, fingers tangling into
black hair, and Remy moved closer. Soft lips tenderly brushed over
rougher ones, and sweet tongue sneaked past the guard of sharp teeth
into the depth of Logan's mouth, exploring the new found treasure.
Logan didn't know when his hand got tangled into the rusty silk of
kid's hair, nor did he remember how did he appear on his back on the
floor, Remy hovering over him on all fours, licking his neck and
chest, erupting groans and hisses from the man beneath him.
Absently, Logan's hands traveled to LeBeau's back, stroking and
caressing, then moved to his lower back, brushing over his soft
cheeks to return back up to the lower back, then back down to proceed
to firm thighs as long as he could reach. He grasped one of Remy's
thighs, almost bruising it, when the kid finally licked his hard
nipple and then blew on it.
One hand in auburn hair, another exploring the backside of Cajun's
body, Logan felt lost in the sensation provided. His mind went wild,
as the onslaught on his nipples continued, and his hand closed over
thin pale wrist to guide it to his throbbing cock which was screaming
for attention.
This moment he caught the sight of Remy's eyes, and it felt like he
received a two hundred jolt of electrical current. Grasping the other
boy's hand, he pushed them both away hard, putting all his strength
in a push, knowing he won't have guts to push him again if the kid
returns to his ministration.
~What the hell are you doing, Logan?!~ his mind screamed. ~You saved
the kid – why? To get your dirty hands on his innocence?! You're
gotta go apologize to Sabertooth then, you're no better than he is!~

Remy caught a glimpse of Savior's eyes, and was ready to go on,
encouraged by the husky lust in them, when a rough push sent him
three feet back on the floor. Blinking rapidly, not realizing what
was wrong, he eyed the man who was now sitting on the damp floor, his
breath erratic, his pupils still dilated from arousal.
"Did I do something wrong?" Remy asked in a small voice. Somehow he
managed to do something the gorgeous Savior didn't like, and he felt
uneasy because of this. "Tell me what to do" he asked hopeful he'd
let him resume the caress and he'll be able to show just how grateful
he was to the man.

Logan desperately tried to gain some control, thankful for the
opportunity to compose himself. The kid looked so lost it
hurt. "Listen, Remy…" he had to find right words, he had to
explain. "I know I saved your life and you feel like you owe me. But
you… it doesn't mean that… that you shall pay back this way. I… I
understand how you feel, but it's not the way to pay debts. I just… I
mean…"
"You don't like Remy" the kid muttered, his head down, his features
sad. "I understand."
In a moment Logan was near him, his hands on kids shoulders. "No, no,
I do like you, you're… " ~…the most amazing creature I've ever seen,
and you're driving me crazy to the level my brain is ready to go nuts
from the mere sight of you…~ "…you're great." He caught Remy's chin,
bringing it up so the kid would face him. "But I don't want you to do
something like this. I don't want to be paid this way, it's not the
reason I saved you." His thumb traced over fellow's cheek. "I admire
you, kid. But I don't want you to do something you don't like."
Remy's eyes glistered wetly. "But I do like what I do." He whispered,
and Logan caught his palms, catching thin fingers into his rough
ones. "I know." ~Do I really know? The kid's just paying the debt, he
has nothing to do with an old psycho like me.~ "I just… it's not the
right time."

Remy chewed onto his lower lip, thinking, his fingers trapped in
Savior's palms, those felt rough… and partially cold. Cold? His eyes
traveled to them, and he gasped at the sight of metal `gloves'
covering man's knuckles. "What's that?" he pointed on the metal
things with his chin.

Logan was glad to change the topic. "I've got claws coming out of the
hand between the knuckles. They can cut through everything, that's
why those geeks secured them."
"Through everything?" Cajun frowned. "Why don't you cut through these
thingies then, monsieur?"
Wolverine shook his head. "I can't. This metal is the mix of titanium
and adamantium – the only thing I can't break through." He was ready
to get up, when kid's elegant fingers laid on his wrist. ~Just don't
start it all over again, please…~ he pleaded mentally, realizing he
won't have enough control to stop it again.
However, pale fingers moved over the `glove', then kid's head rose
up. "Could you please turn your wrist, monsieur?" Surprised, Logan
obliged. Remy studied the inside of the wrist cuff, fingering the
lock with thoughtful stare. His fingers moved too confident, too…
professionally. "You've been a thief?" it came out before he could
think about it.
"Uh-huh" the kid nodded, studying the lock, then looked up. "Did you
get my shoes when you… took me out of the bathroom yesterday?…" Logan
nodded. A serene smile spread over kid's face. "I think I can open
the lock."

PART11
Back in the cell, they waited until everyone went to sleep. Then the
kid soundlessly got up – his slim form in the deem light a real
thief's beauty – and motioned for Logan to come closer. Wolverine
shifted off the bank and joined him at the window grates.
In the dim moonlight Cajun fumbled with his shoes until he a piece of
wire seemingly out of nowhere. Wolverine turned his right wrist so
the kid would have easy access to the lock. The piece of wire slid in
and the work started.
Several times Logan wanted to speak up, yet every time he stopped
himself, realizing he might wake up the men around let alone
disturbing the thief.
After what looked like eternity, Remy took a deep breath and leaned
back against the wall. "I need a break." He said, closing his eyes.
His form, pale and delicate on the rough background of the wall, drew
Wolverine's attention, making his stare literally glued to the kid.
~Why was it me to have the luck to have him owe me? Didn't the God
know I won't stand the temptation to put my hands on him?~
Remy half-opened his eyes, catching Logan's stare. "Are you sure you
don't wanna me to go on from where we stopped?" he asked, his voice
barely louder than a whisper, yet it sent shivers up Logan's spine.
He hurried to shake his head. "No, kid."
A soft chuckle came as a reaction to the `kid' word. "Let's go on
working then." With that LeBeau resembled his rooting in the lock.

Another hour passed, and the sky started to lighten, when the lock
finally clicked. For a moment both men just sat motionless, not
daring to believe in their luck. Then Cajun carefully undid
the `glove' and removed it. Without it, Savior's hand looked much
better, like a wild animal released from the cage.
Wild animal. The man balled a fist, and metallic hissing sound passed
in the cell, when three blades shot out of the hand between the
knuckles. They glittered in the dim light of the early morning,
deadly and dangerous as they were, cold and threatening, and Remy
realized why did the captors restrained them and didn't restrain
Creed's claws. Those were nothing compared with this glittering death.
Caught in the sight, LeBeau reached out his fingers to touch the
blades, when Logan's other hand caught his. "Careful, they cut
through everything." He guided the delicate hand to the flat side of
the claws, his breath caught somewhere in his throat as the fellow's
fingers ran over the cold metal in almost caressing gesture. With an
inaudible groan he sheathed the claws. Remy gave his mesmerized
look. "It's not like I always had them, kid." Logan muttered, not
wanting to give Cajun wrong impression.
The kid rose an eyebrow. "I'd have never thought this way. They… make
you look whole."
Logan blinked, realizing he didn't know what to say, and turned the
talk back to business. "So can you undo another cuff?" Remy gave a
glance to the window. The sun wasn't rising yet, mais it was
close. "Gimme half an hour and it'll be done, monsieur. I know the
principles now." Logan nodded. "Do it, kid. We'll need both sets of
claws if we wanna get out."
 

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