Title: Leap of Faith
Author: BJ
Disclaimer: Anyone and everything you recognize belongs to Marvel. I’m not making any money, please don’t sue.
Rating: Strong R
Archive: If you have the other Angel Song stories, sure.
Summary: My version of how Angel Song came to be. Set about three weeks after Remy’s return from the cold.
Warnings: Talk of rape and child abuse - nothing you probably haven’t read before. Logan does a little day dreaming and gets a bit carried away.J
No Beta, please excuse the many mistakes you’ll probably find.
 

Logan cursed and opened his eyes. Even behind the mansion, in his favorite spot in the woods, he couldn’t escape the noise.  Someone had cornered the poor kid again. Logan rose and rolled up the mat he used to meditate. He stashed it in an old log and followed the angry voice until he could see who was screaming. Wings was at it again. When he was behind Remy he popped out of the woods. “ Wings, why don’t you just fast forward this little speech to the part where you’re perfect and never made a mistake. I heard this same speech last week, let the kid go in and get some food.” Warren just stared at the two men, “ come on kid, I was just goin in to get something to eat myself.” He nudged Remy in the back to get him moving before Warren could start his attack again. When they had taken a few steps Logan asked “ what’re ya doin out here ? Thought you were supposed to stay in bed?” Remy just shrugged, he looked like death just barely warmed over. He was pale and unsteady on his feet. Still dealing with a severe respiratory infection. He coughed all night, couldn’t be getting any sleep, the dark circles under his eyes were proof enough of that. In the three weeks he’d been back he spent the first in the boathouse. Hank had  him in the lab the second week. A miracle considering that to get the kid to even enter the lab he was usually unconscious. Another sure sign that he felt really bad. The only thing that got him released this week was a promise to stay in his room at the mansion and not escape back to the boathouse. Logan opened the door that led into the kitchen and pushed Remy into a chair “ Sit down before ya fall over. When was the last time you ate?” He was skin and bones, nothing like the strong, confident Cajun who left here six months ago. So much had happened in those six months, the mission to space, OZT, that accursed trial, Logan admitting to himself that he was in love with the Cajun. That one had been building since the kid sauntered in with Storm four years ago. God, he was something. Tall, thin, looking like an angel, built like a god with an attitude to match. He drove Cyke and Wings nuts which made him okay in Logan’s book. They’d shut down quite a few bars over the years. They had fun, Remy was never afraid to try something new.  The kid in the chair behind him was a shadow of that man. The fire had gone out in his eyes, all that remained was a scared lonely kid who was so afraid of being thrown away again the feeling was something you could almost touch.  He just sat there, staring at the floor, arms wrapped around his waist. He was rocking gently back and forth though he didn’t seem to be aware of it. Logan sat a plate of food in front of him and sat down beside him. “Eat” he pointed to the food as he began cleaning his own plate. Remy looked at the food and swallowed hard. With a shaking hand he pushed it away. “ Sorry Logan. Feelin kinda sick.” he whispered. His voice was raspy and Logan knew it had hurt to say those few soft words. “ Want me to get Hank? You look like hell Remy.” Logan stopped eating to stare at him. “Non, merci, was just takin a walk. Thought the fresh air might make me feel better. Wanted some tea.”  Logan jumped up, “ I’ll get it.” He poured some hot water in a mug “ I’m gonna fix you some tea then I’m gonna walk ya to yer room. I’ve heard them all getting on yer case. Don’t listen to ’em kid, ain’t one of ’em got the right to say shit.”  Remy just looked at the floor, “ don’ wanna talk ’bout it.” Logan sat the mug in front of Remy on the table just as Rogue walked into the kitchen.
“ What are you doin down here?” Rogue snapped “ Hank said you’d stay upstairs.”
“ Sorry Chere…”
“ Don’t you Chere me! You made me leave you behind to die! How could you do that to me! I thought you loved me!”  Logan’s fist’s hitting the table stopped her ranting. “ Shut the fuck up! Ain’t ya got a mind of yer own! Can’t ya tell right from wrong?!”  “stop …” a soft whisper “just stop,… she’s right” Tears were threatening to fall down his face. Remy got up from the table holding a hand out to steady himself and took off for his room. “ You’re a real bitch girl.” Logan growled as he grabbed the mug and left to follow Remy. He found him standing in the hall just outside his room. The door was open, the room in ruins. Remy took the final shaky steps inside and looked around. He bent and picked up a picture of himself and his father, shaking broken glass off and pulling it from it’s broken frame. Clutching it to his chest he sank down on to his bed. “ All I wanted was a home. A place where, no matter what, I was welcome. A place to come to when I was tired or scared. Had that with Jean Luc, thought maybe I found it again with Stormy. Then she came back here, didn’t need me no more. Guess nobody needs me…nobody wants me.”  Logan wanted so badly to tell him he was wrong. He watched as Remy went to his closet and pulled out a duffle. Remy slowly sifted through the mess on the floor and folded a few things into it. “ Well, this is no place I wanna be, not gonna stay here any more.” He walked back to the bed and put the picture on top of his belongings and zipped it shut. He sat down wearily on the edge of the bed “ but where am I gonna go?”  Logan entered the room and sat by him on the bed. He put his arm around Remy’s shoulders and pulled him close to his side. The kid was a mess, shaking and trying his best to not fall apart in front of Wolverine. Remy felt warm and Logan wondered how sick he really was. “ Yer comin with me.” Remy turned his head and looked into Logan’s eyes. “ Yer sick kid, yer comin to my cabin, no arguments.” “ Merci, but non. Then they’ll hate you too.” Remy whispered. He lay his head against Logan’s shoulder and sighed, he hated being like this; weak and uncertain. He hadn’t felt like this since before Lean Luc took him in. Logan gave him a little hug and before Remy could stop them, the tears started again. “ Kid, I gotta know… Did ya tell her to leave ya to die?” It was a gentle request, not meant to pry, just a friend needing the truth. “ Oui…Non… felt like I wanted to die. This the closest I got to family now…And they’d just heard, from my own lips, that I was the cause of the…” The sentence died, there was no need to finish it.  “Of course I wanted to die! But like ya wanna die if ya just lost yer best friend. When she dropped me in the snow… told me I didn’t have a home no more…” Logan looked at him with a frown “ What? She said what?” Remy looked around his trashed room “ she’s right”  Logan exploded at that,“ No She’s Not! She Had No Right To Say That!” He stopped when he saw Remy flinch back away from him. “ You never told anybody what she said did you? You just let them all believe…”  Remy whispered “I’m only a thief… never felt like I was a part of the group…was fun to pretend though…”  He pulled away from Logan and made his way to the door, took one last look at his ruined belongings and said in a quiet voice “ Merci for givin this thief a chance to be something more, I’m gonna miss ya Logan.” Then he was gone.

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Logan sat on the bed for a while after Remy left. He already knew who was responsible for the mess, “ damn Ice cube. Wings was here too, probably cheerin him on.” He got up from the bed and kicked a pile of torn clothes. Paintings that Logan knew were original works of art were slashed. Any photo’s that were once proudly displayed were torn into pieces. Logan bent and picked up one in particular, he had the same photo in his own room. It was of the whole team, taken by the Professor , on the back, in beautiful handwriting, there were two words  My Friends. “ Some friends…” Logan muttered.
“Logan? What happened here? YOU didn’t…” Hank McCoy stood in the doorway surveying the mess. “ No Blue, not me, I smell your boy Ice, Wings was in on it too. He was harassing the kid outside earlier.” “ Outside? Where is Remy? He’s not supposed to be wandering around, he’s a step away from pneumonia.”  Logan handed Hank the two halves of the picture “ Well, his FRIENDS decided it was time for him to go.” “ We have to go after him Logan, we have to let him know he still has friends here. Along with the  infection he’s also fighting a case of depression. He could do something stupid and not even realize he’s doing it.” “ We’ll find him. He can stay at my cabin. No one else will know and you’ll still be close to treat him.” “ Agreed. Come on Logan, get that nose working. I’m really worried that this…”  he held out his arms at the destroyed room “ could be enough to push him over the edge.”

The men made their way through the forest of trees that surrounded the mansion grounds. The scent was faint but Logan tracked Remy until they came to a clearing. There before them was an old graveyard. “ He’s here somewhere, his scent’s strong.” Logan scanned the area but saw no sign of Remy.  “ REMY!”  Hank called but got no answer. “ Come on out kid! You know if you don’t I’ll just sniff ya out!” They heard a noise and Logan’s head snapped sideways “ over there” . They made their way through weeds and overgrown brush, past the toppled grave markers of forgotten, faceless people to what had once been a caretakers shed. Once inside they couldn’t ignore the twin flames that were Remy’s eyes. “ Remy, come out of there please?” Hank asked calmly. “ I saw what Bobby did to your things… I’m so sorry.” Behind an overturned table, surrounded by rusty tools and dead potted plants, Remy sat on the cold stone floor. “I know why he did it… don’t blame him none…did he have to break my picture of Poppa?” He just stared at the picture in his hands. “ Henri, my broder, took dis picture a few weeks before de chargin power kicked in. I remember thinking I guess dey really DO want me here. It was de first time it really hit me…I had a Poppa. And Henri was so patient. Played wit me, taught me to read and write, never got mad…” He stopped talking. Hank and Logan inched their way back into the corner where he sat. He started coughing and his brow was covered in beads of sweat. “ Let’s get out of here Remy.” Hank knelt down beside him and took his chin in his large blue hand.
“ Remy,  I promise I’ll stay close, I won’t let anyone bother you.” Remy coughed again and pulled out of Hank’s hand, “ Non, dis is where I’m stayin now.” Logan stood behind Hank, “ He’s delirious Hank, let’s just get him to the cabin.” Remy shook his head,
“ NON , Dis not so bad…stayed in one when I was a kid for a year or so, til a bigger kid come along and decided it was gonna be his. Beat de crap outta me…broke my leg…” The fever was doing all the talking now. “ You know how hard it is to steal food wit a broken ankle? Let me tell you… it’s hard. Den dis old hooker find me and take me to her pimp.” He just keep talking, the fever saying things that a healthy Remy would never let himself admit. “ I owed him… he said he had a way for me to pay him back…said I could practice on him. Couldn’ get it right dough…couldn’ swallow.  Popped me on de ear till it bled…made me do it over and over every day…Different ways, sometimes my hand… sometimes my mouth…Finally learned how get it deep in my throat witout choking…” Hank and Logan listened with growing disgust,  Hank fought back the bile that was rising in his throat. Logan was growling deep in the back of his like a wild animal. “ Den he taught me oder stuff…didn’ like dat… hurt so bad…made me let oder men teach me too till I could do it witout cryin…De hooker chased me away one night after…heard he killed her…” he finally stopped talking and his eyes fluttered shut. Hank caught him as he slumped sideways and checked his pulse. “ Let’s get him out of here,” Hank looked around and shivered. He smoothed back sweaty auburn hair. “ Logan, about what he said…”  Logan just sighed and knelt beside Hank. He caressed Remy’s cheek, “ Don’t think about it Hank, not now. First we get him settled, then we figure out what to do about what he told us.” Hank lifted the unconscious boy gently from the cold floor,
 “ Maybe he won’t remember.” He looked at the young man he held and shuttered.
“ Grab his picture” Hank said as he started back through the forest toward Logan’s cabin. Logan bent and picked it up, the man in the picture was holding the small boy close to his side. There was a look of real love and pride in his eyes, all directed at the boy. He was looking up at the man, his smile wide and bright. An entire world of hopes and dreams shining in his crimson and black eyes. “ We gotta talk kid.” Logan whispered to himself as he hurried to catch up with Hank.
 
 

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“ Hank? Where’ve you been. Did you see the mess the Cajun left before he disappeared ?” Hank continued to fill a bag with blankets and medications as he looked up at Bobby.
“ Yes Robert…I did. How could you? Don’t bother trying to deny it Logan was in there. What were you thinking? Please Robert, explain to me how after doing something so childish and cruel, you can live with yourself.”  Bobby stood stunned. “ Come on Hank, It was just Gambit! YOU were there! YOU’RE one of the ones who left him behind! Don’t try to make it sound like it’s only me, buddy! Look at what he did to Warren! And what about Rogue, poor girl. You are just as guilty as me, maybe more so!”  Hank stared at him a moment then collected the things he’d gathered. “ I don’t have time for this now, but I will be bringing it up at the meeting I have called for this evening.”   He walked up to Bobby and looked him right in the eye “ I feel like I don’t know you. YES, I was there, and I did leave him behind. The difference between us Robert, is that I will regret MY mistake for the rest of my life.” With that  he walked away leaving Bobby to stare at his retreating back.
 

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Logan watched the kid sleeping in his bed. He brushed back sweaty hair and caressed a warm cheek, just as he had in the shed. Hank watched silently for a minute before he entered the small cabin. “ How is he doing?” he said as Logan relieved him of blankets and a bag. “ What’s all this?”  “ I want to be sure he’s warm enough , the bag contains any medication I think he will need. The bags I hold contain food that he should have no problem keeping down and a portable IV. I want him on fluids for a day or two, he’s not eating and he’s probably dehydrated.”  “ Yeah, I tried to get him to eat earlier but he said he felt sick. He was gonna have some tea, that’s what he was doin out of his room, but Rogue walked in and he took off. Found him outside his newly redecorated room.” Hank nodded, “ I saw Robert before I came here …Logan, was he right? AM I as bad as them? I was there. I could have made sure he was onboard. I’m a physician for crying out loud! What was I thinking?!”
“ Now’s not the time Blue. When he’s up to it you’ll have to talk to the kid, ask him to forgive ya, that’s all we can do.” Logan was watching Remy and didn’t notice the smile that appeared on his face. “ How long Logan?” Logan looked up, Hank was looking at him strangely. “ What?” Hank walked up to him “ how long have you had these feelings for Remy?”  Logan sighed and looked back at Remy, “ Figured it out while he was gone. It’s killing me to see him like this Blue…How do we get him back?”  “ I’m not sure but I know the first thing we need to do is get him healthy. I’ve called a team meeting for this evening, so I guess the next thing will be to set everyone straight about what really happened after the trial. After that…we try to regain his trust, although I’m not sure we deserve it after everything that’s happened.”
It took little time for Hank to get the IV hooked up and to inject medication into it. “ He has full blown pneumonia but the antibiotic will take care of it. We just need to make sure he gets it and stays warm. I want him to stay off his feet and rest. When you can’t watch him I will. At least until his fever breaks. You’re going to have a few weeks alone with him, it would be the perfect time to tell him how you feel.”
“ Maybe. When he’s in his right mind again.” “ He will be once the fever breaks. Should we mention the things he said?”  Logan shook his head “ Nah, didn’t sound like something he’d want anybody to know. I guess if he remembers,…” There was a quiet moan from the bed and Remy’s eyes flew open , he tried to sit up but fell back against the mattress  when a wave of dizziness and nausea  hit him. “ Where am I ?”  Hank walked over and crouched down beside him. “ You’re at Logan’s cabin.”  “Can’ stay here they’ll hate him too.” He tried to rise again but both Logan and Hank pushed him back down. “ You aren’t going anywhere kid. I’m gonna take care of you so just lay there okay?” Logan’s voice was gentle, his touch kind. Remy looked from Logan to Hank, he closed his eyes a moment then looked at Hank again “ why you bein so nice to me?”  Hank squeezed his shoulder lightly “ because you are my friend Remy. I know after what happened I don’t deserve to call you that. If you forgive me for being a part of that mockery of a trial I will be forever grateful.”  Remy was confused “ Forgive you for what?”

Hank  whispered  “ For not making sure you were on the Blackbird. For not going back the second I realized it.”  Remy started coughing again, when he caught his breath he said “ Henri… dere’s nothing to forgive.” Logan sat on the chair by the bed “ Kid, we haven’t been there for ya before, that’s gonna change. From now on we got yer back no matter what.”  “ I don’ know what to say…” Logan smiled at him “ just trust us to take care of ya, can ya do that kid?”

 “Oui, always did”  Hank stood up, “ Logan, could you fix some of the soup I brought down? See that he eats something. I have to get going, I called this meeting I guess I should go to it. I will be back later to check on you Remy.” Logan turned away from Remy “ Give ‘em hell for me too Blue. I’ll keep him out of trouble while you’re gone.” After Hank left Logan said “ sit up kiddo, you heard the man you gotta eat some of this soup.”
He put the tray he carried on the young Cajun’s lap. “ Eat up.” “ Mon Dieu, Don’ you have smaller bowls?” Remy smiled a little and took a taste of the broth. “ Logan, can I ask you something?”  “Sure kid, here, I owe ya this mug of tea from earlier.” “ Merci.” he took a sip of the warm honey tea. It felt so good on his sore throat. “ Before… did I… was I dreamin or did I talk about…did I tell you…” he couldn’t seem to get the question out but Logan knew what he was trying to ask. “ Yeah kid, you told us. Don’t worry though, Blue and I know how to keep our mouths shut.”  Remy let the spoon he held drop to the bowl and stared into the soup. “ Kid?”  “ Now  you know… not only am I a traitor, I’m a whore too.”  “ No Remy. You were abused. It’s a damn shame and there aren’t any pretty words that are gonna make it better or make it go away. You were raped.”
“ I owed…”
“ Owed Nothing! That pervert raped ya then sold ya like trash, You’re Not Trash Remy. You were a victim.”  Remy couldn’t look at Logan, he felt tired and sick and now  he was so ashamed. He let his hair fall in front of his face. Logan recognized the tactic, the kid couldn’t move so he was trying to hide in plain sight.  “ Why don’t you go back to sleep if you aren’t gonna eat any more.” Remy just nodded and hid under the covers. “ Night Logan.” he whispered “ Night kiddo.” Logan returned. He listened until Remy’s breaths became deep and slow, Good, finally the kid would get the rest he needed. Logan pulled the cover up a bit higher and let his hand run down Remy’s arm on top of the blanket. He sat back and watched Remy sleep. He had loved him for what felt like forever now, couldn’t imagine not loving him. Did knowing about Remy’s horrid past change that? Nope, in fact it made the need to hold and protect the young thief  even more urgent. It was time to stop being a coward and admit his feelings, then he’d know if he even had a chance with the kid. Logan got comfortable in the chair beside the bed and drifted off, Remy’s confession replaying in his mind…He’d fantasized about Remy doing all the things he mentioned to him. Not Abuse. Not Rape. Remy loving him as much as he loved Remy. Burying himself deep inside the perfect Cajun body…Or Remy taking him so deep in his throat that his nose was buried in the thick dark curls that surrounded Logan’s cock. That soft silky curtain of auburn hair spilling across his thighs…Then Remy’d hollow his cheeks and suck…Logan’s hand moved to rub the front of his jeans. He leaned back and spread his legs a bit. It would be sooo goood. Logan would lay the boy out on the bed like a feast. Kiss every inch of the soft pale skin. Run his fingers through the silky hair. Let those heavenly eyes set him on fire and burn him up. He didn’t even realize when he opened his jeans, pushing them down so he could stroke his painfully hard cock slowly…so slowly… Oh he’d be so good to the boy…he’d kiss and lick and worship Remy until he was begging. Then he’d massage and rub and stretch him, slow and easy. There would be no pain, just the joining of bodies and hearts and souls until they became one…  He was stroking fast and hard now, nostrils flaring as he panted and growled…
“Logan?”
The orgasm hit him then and he just got a glimpse of Remy falling out of bed to curl up in the corner when he had to slam his eyes shut. Remy was scared. Scared of him.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t talk yet, the orgasm held him captive. Remy was sobbing, saying over and over “ non, non…please don’ hurt me…please…”
Logan could finally move, think, breathe… “ Fuck”  he looked at his hand and wiped it on his jeans then pulled them up. “ Logan? Remy? What’s going on here?” Hank took in Logan’s appearance and Remy’s huddled form and roared “ NO! YOU WILL NOT HARM THIS BOY!”  He placed himself between a dazed Logan and a sobbing Remy.
“ God no Hank, I didn’t hurt him, I would never hurt him, I love him, I love you Remy.” Logan was rambling, saying anything and everything. What the Hell had he done! He pulled up his zipper. Hank had his arm around the shaking Cajun. Both men were silent and watching Logan as he repeated over and over “ I love you Remy, I’ve loved you forever I’ll never hurt you, never.” He was on his knees in front of them now. Not reaching with his hands but with his heart and soul. He never prayed, wasn’t sure he believed in a Higher Being, but he’d do anything, say any prayer to fix this. It was all in his teary blue eyes.
Remy untangled himself from Hank and crawled toward Logan. Slowly, with a shaking hand he touched Logan’s face. “ You love me?”  He sounded so surprised, like what Logan said was the most incredible thing he’d ever heard. “ Yeah Rem, I do. Have since as long as I can remember. Took losing you to make me realize it. I love you kiddo.” He stopped talking, just stared into those magical eyes, willed himself to be still. Remy’s hand was still on his cheek, he was sooo close. “ God Remy, I was thinking about how damn much I wanna touch you, worship your body. I wanna make everything okay, take that haunted, hunted, look out of you beautiful eyes.” He slowly raised his hand and carefully brushed back soft curls behind Remy’s ear allowing himself the reward of running his fingertips down his long graceful neck. Then he carefully ran his thumb across long soft lashes. Hank cleared his throat “ Remy, you’ve pulled out the IV, I need you to get back in bed so I can clean the wound and reattach it.” Remy didn’t reply, his eyes never left Logan’s , his thumb was stroking Logan’s rough cheek. His other hand slowly rose and started the same treatment on the other cheek. He slowly leaned in and claimed Logan’s mouth. Soft, gentle kisses at first then Logan’s eyes drifted shut and his arms wrapped around his prize and pulled him close deepening the kiss. Both men moaned and their grip became like a lifeline. They stayed that way for what felt like forever before Hank put his hands under Remy’s arms and started gently lifting him from the floor. “ Come on.” he said softly. Remy and Logan seemed to be in a trance, only aware of each other. Even as Hank forcibly returned Remy to bed Logan followed, never losing eye contact. Hank smiled and shook his head as he cleaned Remy’s arm and reattached the IV. “ Logan, Remy, I am going to leave now. It seems you two need some privacy to talk.” Remy was shaken from his trance by his voice, “ Oui Henri, t’anks.” Logan looked up at Hank
“ Blue,…I’m… I won’t hurt him.” He looked back at Remy and smiled, smoothing back his hair. “ I know that now Logan. There is no where on earth that could be safer.” Hank patted Logan’s shoulder, “ I’ll be back in the morning unless you need me during the night. I promise to knock.” He laughed as he left. The cabin was silent, Remy played with a thread on the blanket, Logan stared down at his own hands. They both decided to speak at once “ I’m Sorry.” They smiled at each other then Remy started again “ Logan…I didn’t mean it, I know you woudn’ hurt me… but when I woke up and saw you, my mind saw someone else… a lot of someone else’s. I…I still have nightmares…can’ forget.”
“ Kid…Remy. I… I’ve had fantasies…dreams about you doin’ …I didn’t know about your past! I’d never make ya do ANYTHING that scared or upset ya!” Remy was quiet, staring at his lap. “ Talk to me kid.” Logan lifted Remy’s chin until he was looking into his eyes. Remy sighed, trying to organize his thoughts. He still had a fever and the meds Hank gave him made his mind feel all fuzzy and unorganized. “ Can’ think straight so I’m just gonna talk.” He took Logan’s hand and rubbed the calluses with his soft thieves fingers.
“ Don’ interrupt okay?”  He looked into Logan’s eyes until the  older man nodded. “ the… the things I tol’ you happened when I was maybe seven years old. I don’ know for sure cause I don’ even know when I was born…I’m… I’m afraid to let you love me.” His voice was so soft anyone other than Logan would have to strain to hear him. “ Not cause I don’ like you…had my own fantasies about you…” Logan’s head snapped up at that. “ You gotta understand… Always knew I was Bi… wheder it was my fucked up childhood or just natural I don’ know…Logan, men have…hurt me…” he hurried to add “ I’m not afraid of you, …I’m afraid of de memories. I never know when they’re gonna be triggered. Can’ be touched after… not even Jean Luc could get close. I don’ wanna hurt ya Cher… don’ want ya thinking it’s you…Maybe we shouldn’ even try… I’m not GOOD enough for you…” A tear made it’s way down his cheek. Logan reached out with a finger and caught it. “ You done?” Remy nodded “ No interrupting” another nod.
 “ Can’t say exactly when I fell in love with ya. It coulda been when Storm dragged you home. It coulda been one of the hundreds of times you saved my neck. It coulda been when ya beat me at cards with nothing but a pair of two’s and a smile.” Remy looked at him with a tiny smile remembering that particular hand, Logan had four tens. “ I wanna take you in my arms and never let you go. I wanna kiss you breathless. I wanna get lost in those fiery eyes. I wanna go to sleep with you in my arms and wake up wrapped in yours. I wanna feel your heart next to mine. I wanna tell you I love you until there’s not a doubt in your mind it’s true. I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna be the reason you smile. I wanna hear you sing.” Logan knew he was rambling but he’d had these feelings hidden inside him for so long and it felt so good to finally be able to say them out loud. “ God Remy, please let me love you, please. I want it so bad it hurts. Let me show you what love really means. Let me show you how good we can be. You’ll never regret it I swear. You’ll NEVER be lonely and you’ll NEVER be scared cause as long as I breathe I’m gonna love you.” He was leaning towards Remy, rubbing his arms, trying not to beg. He would he decided, if begging would get him another kiss, another caress, another chance to hold what he long ago decided was an angel. He laced his fingers with Remy’s and closed his eyes. Something that died long ago with Mariko was reborn with this chance to love Remy. Remy saw the raw love shining in Logan’s eyes when he opened them. Never had such a look been turned his way. Never had such peace descended on his soul. He licked his lips and took a leap of faith. “ Oui Logan, Oui…love me.”  And with those words Logan’s heart took flight.

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*Notes*
Bobby wanted to be the bad guy at the start of this. He wanted to do some really horrible things to Remy but I only let him trash his room. Now he’s begging for a chance to apologize so I may have to let him if he keeps screaming in my head.

Hank wanted to join The Boys this time! All that wonderful blue fur is just going to waste.J I bet he purrs if you rub him juuust right. (sigh) That may have to be another story…