I'm talking, I'm talking
I believe in the power of love
I'm singing, I'm singing
I believe that you can rescue me

Steady, even breathing told Logan that he was asleep. He had been lying beside the kid for about 10 minutes, just looking at him. In sleep, Remy was at peace. Awake, he tortured himself and, inadvertantly, everyone else. He noted the kid had become oblivious to the fact that he was still in the same position as
he had been since their "encounter". Logan took the opportunity to scale the young, frail body before easing off the bed and pulling his jeans back on. Buttoning himself up, he looked to the kitchen. The light was still on, and the steaks were still sitting on the counter, waiting to be cut. He looked from the kitchen to the flat, glistening planes of Remy's come-drenched stomach. Sighing inward, he slipped out of the room and returned a short while later with a damp paper towel.

Kneeling infront of the kid's still sleeping body, he gingerly cleaned the kid's stomach and soft member. Shushing him back to sleep as the cool cloth forced the younger man to stir. Since Remy was lying in the middle of the bed, with his long legs draped off of the side, Logan peeled back the corner of the blanket that they had been closest to, and eased Remy to a normal sleeping position.

With you I'm not a little girl, with you I'm not a man
When all the hurt inside of me comes out, you understand

Tucking him in, Logan strode out of the room, and back to the kitchen. He had closed Remy's door, mostly, leaving only a crack of it open so that he could see the kid and rush to him when he woke.

Logan decided to hault on the tenderloin strips, until the kid was awake to join him. Instead, he took the liberty of running a hot shower and washing Remy's unmistable scent of lust off of him. Stepping into the hot water, Logan leaned his head forward until it came to rest on the cool tile wall infront of him. The tepid water rolling down his back and onto the stall floor. Sighing again, he cleaned himself up and then turned the water off. He stepped out and was greeted with a cool breeze from the open bathroom door.
He hadn't closed it. He listened for a moment, any movement from the kid, to the crickets chirping softly outside.

As he dressed, Logan couldn't help but stare at his reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror that was infront of him. Sighing again.

You see that I'm ferocious, you see that I am weak
You see that I am silly, and pretentious and a freak

He turned off the kitchen light, so that the house was completely encased in darkness. He was in Remy's room again, watching him sleep. Silently, he had pushed the door to but not all the way. He leaned against the wall that faced the end of the bed, and studied the young man in the bed. Blankness overcame his
facial expression and he began to realize just what had happened a short while before.

But I don't feel too strange for you
Don't know exactly what you do

Hours passed and Logan hadn't moved from that spot. Folding his arms about his yellow and black flanneled, brawny chest. He half yawned to himself, and half sighed again. The kid had stirred in his sleep and was now letting his eyes slowly drift open. Logan waited, patiently.

I think when love is pure you try
To understand the reasons why

Remy sat up in a start and looked about himself. He was semi-cleaned, and now under his blanket, alone. Suddenly, the corner of his drowsy eyes caught the figure at the end of the bed, watching him. Turning his head slowly, he stared at the shadowed face of Logan.

The porch light outside, gave the room a blue-ish glow from behind the thin baby blue curtain. Remy saw an expression on Logan's face that flushed his face and quickened his heartbeat into a nervous speed.

And I prefer this mystery
It cancels out my misery

Logan pushed himself off of the wall, and crossed the near vacant room to sit beside Remy on the bed. Noticing that the now visibly shaking younger form had moved to the middle of the bed, but was still within Logan's reach. Logan sat there, staring at the bedside table, before- without warning- reaching backwards and grabbing hold of the kid's unrestrained hair and pulling him closer to him. Letting the kid's ear brush against his lips, Logan offered the kid some advice.

"Don't use that charm power shit on me, again. Capiche?" His gruff tone was enough to get a startled nod as a reply.

"Desole, Logan. Desole."

A nervous twitch? Pent up anger, coming out? Reason unknown, yet the action was no different. Remy had grabbed hold of his pillow and had now charged it. As Logan released him and walked out of the room, Remy relaxed and let go of the pillow to turn and watch Logan exit his room. Not flinching as the familiar *poof* of the down pillow exploded, sending bits of feathers everywhere.

And gives me hope that there could be
A person that loves me

Remy looked at the pile of clothes that he had taken off, and then back to the open door. Would Logan come back? Was he that angry with the kid to throw him out wearing just a blanket? He didn't know. He had thought Logan didn't mind his charm. He thought Logan must have wanted this to happen, due to the fact that Remy's feelings from Logan were that of calm lust and possibly a casual intercourse. Could he have read Logan's compassion towards him, wrong? He was an empath, as well as a typical human being. A lusted after, romantic and sometimes daft human being, but a human at that.

Rescue me [rescue me, it's hard to believe]
Your love has given me hope

Soft grunting and the muffled sounds of skin on leather gave Remy the understanding that Logan was settling in on the black leather sofa for a few winks. Which meant the bathroom was free, a hot shower to warm him was in range and just kitty-corner from his room.

Silently, he moved from his bed to his door. He tried to see Logan's sleeping body but he couldn't even see his hand in his face if it bit him. Looking back, he gathered his hair products and small bottle of soap before slowly creeping across the floor to the bathroom.

Rescue me [rescue me, it's hard to believe]
I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope

He had only made it a few steps outside of his doorway when a voice from the sofa made him jump.

"Where you goin?"

"You had de chance to shower, now it's my turn, mon ami."

"Hm." Was the reply.

With you I'm not a fascist, can't play you like a toy
And when I need to dominate, you're not my little boy

Closing the door behind him and then turning on the solitary light that was suspended from the smooth, white ceiling, he set his things into the stall and turned the water on. He grabbed the towel he had used the night before from one of the towel rods hanging side by side on the wall, opposite the mirror, and laid it
on the toilet seat lid. Rubbing his eyes with his right index finger and thumb, he stepped inside the stall and closed the door. He glanced about the small but movable space and then sat down on the floor and let the hot drops of water fall around him.

You see that I am hungry for a life of understanding
And you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding

Remy was near sobs and was close to breaking down when the shower door opened and firm hands grabbed him by the forearms and lifted him to his feet. His eyes were still down-cast but that didn't stop the figure from forcing his lips apart with their own and probing their tongue into his mouth. Remy squirmed momentarily, then met blue eyes. Eyes of those that belonged to a certain short fused Wolverine. He moved his hands up between them and then swatted the hands away as he came to press himself back to the cool wall.

You bring me to my knees while I'm scratching out the eyes
Of a world I want to conquer, and deliver, and despise

He gave himself distance from the smokey figure infront of him.

"Logan?" Remy squinted his eyes to get a better view of the figure. "Sil vouz plait, mon cher, don' be angry. I jus-- " The hands were on him again, forced him to break his train of thought. Remy gasped loudly and squirmed under the other man's near harsh touch to his chest. His head bent to watch the roving hands slide down his chest to his stomach, and then to his soft manhood.

"Non. Don' do dis again. Non cher."

Logan haulted him from speaking protests he knew the kid didn't mean. "I want to taste you." The whispered gruffness in his voice made Remy wince and shiver. Logan smiled at his companion's startled expression. With a lasting kiss, Logan left Remy's closed eyes and searching mouth to kneel before Remy and run his tongue against Remy's long rigid legnth.

And right while I am kneeling there
I suddenly begin to care

A low whimper came from the shivering and eager Cajun. Somewhere in him he was wanting this to happen. Elsewhere in him, alarms went off, telling him that this wasn't happening. He began to reach out at the figure kneeling there, just to see if this was really happening. The man felt real enough. And, oh- god! That mouth devouring him was real enough. This didn't make sense.

"B-- bu.. but I am in control. Oui??" Remy's hands curled themselves into Logan's hair. Feeling his arousal become more than a figment of his imagination. His confusion gave way into a multitude of emotions. Pleasure- that Logan had taken the effort to help him through his lemon. Pain- the fact that if this WAS Logan doing this to him, as soon as it was over and done with, he'd blame the kid again for his "slip". And finally, Longing. He needed more than just a cozy, casual 'fuck' as Logan would call it, to put his self in order.

And understand that there could be
A person that loves me

Another loud gasp echoed off the walls of the small stall. And another came. And then a moan of relaxation as Remy gripped Logan's hair even tighter as he released himself into the waiting mouth. "Merci M'sieu, merci." Remy panted while feeling himself in a casual desent to the stall floor.

Logan stood and wiped the back of his hand across his white glossed lips. "Didn't know you had the guts to do that, Gumbo." Grinning, he reached down and cupped Remy's chin, tilting it upward to look at him. "Consider this a payback, kiddo."

Remy nodded silently. "Oui, mon ami. Paid in.... full?"

Logan half laughed as he reached for the shower control. First turning it to cold and waiting a minute, then to off. Without warning, he turned back to Remy and again hoisted him up by his forearms. Grabbing the towel Gambit had laid on the toilet, Logan had wrapped Remy up and was drying him off.

"M'I dreamin'?" Remy's mind was still as foggy as the steam-filled bathroom.

"Nope." Was the firm reply.

Love is understanding
It's hard to believe life can be so demanding

Red on black eyes flew up at the grisly man as he was placed on the toilet lid. Remy searched for expression in the man's eyes but only found nonchalant confusion in the conversation. "Non..... NON! No Remy's fault!"

"What the hell are ya talkin about cajun?? Did ya hit yer head, er somethin?"

He stopped and sat there for a moment. He pieced together what he could of the situation and threw caution to the wind with the rest. "Mon ami, wha'page you on? Gambit must be out o' his mind."

I'm sending out an S.O.S.
Stop me from drowning baby I'll do the rest

Logan sighed inwardly, and then continued to dry Remy's legs off as he explained. "I came in, you were sittin on the floor and lookin like you were a million miles away. You were talkin t'yerself, so I got ya washed and now I'm dryin ya off. Do you need help puttin on yer clothes too?" Logan finished and stood up. He looked at Remy's still vacant expression, awaiting an answer.

"Non."

Without a word, Logan hung the towel back on the wrack to dry and turned to leave.

"Logan"

"Hm?"

"Merci beacoup."

"Hmm."

Rescue me
Your love has given me hope

Logan left just as quietly as he had apparently came. The door shut softly behind him and Remy was alone once again with his strangely provocative haunts.

Rescue me
I'm drowning, baby throw out your rope

As he got dressed, he the sounds of cooking and the perking of the coffee pot. Logan was making breakfast. Mmm. He was a good cook, when he wanted to be. He also had a temper that could sizzle eggs still in the shell. But, it smelled as if there were eggs AND bacon frying. He had forgotten how hungry he was. His stomache threatened a strike if he didn't get something to eat soon.

He opened the door and walked out in a somewhat sheepish fashion. Stepping up to the bar and sitting in the chair he had sat in last night, he leaned over to watch Logan's back as the older man watched the food.

The kitchen was a squared out "C" shape with Remy on one side of the curl, and Logan tending the breakfast on the other.

Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, love is understanding
Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, love is understanding

"F'me too? Or d'I haveta make my own?"

"There's your plate, dig in." With hardly a sideward glance, Logan set a plate of eggs, bacon and toast on the counter beside him. Waiting for Remy to walk up and take his plate, Logan reached to the right of him and opened a drawer for the silverware. Sniffing Remy's cologne as the youth strode calmly up to meet him at the left, he motioned for the boy to take two coffee cups that were hanging on a hooked appliance that sat in the corner of the counter.

Love is understanding
It's hard to believe life can be so demanding
I'm sending out an S.O.S.
Rescue me, rescue me

Coffee poured, places set, food in front of them, the two sat across from each other and hungrily started cleaning their plates. Not a word between them, just the light clinkings of silverware hitting ceramic plates. No upward glances, no hidden glares. Just the two of them, enjoying a meal.

Logan was the first done. He didn't bother moving. There was no sense since Remy was not too far behind. So, he thought it best to sit back and wait. Taking the folded up newspaper from the chair to his left, he opened it and started reading any little story that caught his attention.

It's not my business to decide
How good you are for me
How valuable you are

A small *ahem* from the other side of the newspaper told Logan that the kid had inhaled the last few bites of eggs. Getting up, Logan took the two plates and forks and headed for the kitchen sink.

Remy sat, staring out at the ocean. His hands were folded in front of him, resting on the table. He slouched in his chair, feeling the loose black denim on his thin legs hang down well more than usually. His faded blue long sleeved denim shirt also hung off of him. His own clothing looked dramatically over-sized.

And what the world can see
Only that you try to understand me
And have the courage to love me for me

"Was dat you, Logan?"

Logan stopped, he let the plates rest in the sink while the water ran. Shutting the tap off, he braced his palms against the edge of the sink and stared out the small kitchen window above the sink. Sighing loudly, he fixed his gaze on the thin line of surfers catching waves in the 7 a.m. sun. "What do you clearly think?"

Remy turned his head from the beach to the right, where Logan was still standing in an awkward position. "Don' play games, M'sieur. I gots a headache from de last one."

Logan came to stand right behind Remy. His strong hands came to rest on thin, hidden shoulders that had once been well muscled and toned. He remained silent for a long while.

"Yes."
 
 

  tbc......