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Stealing Love

By Creed Cascade and TJ

Being an empath is even worse than being a psychic. At least if
you're a psychic you have distinguishable voices and thoughts
intermingling with your own. But when you're an empath, it is hard
to discriminate your own emotions from the flood of other emotions.
Imagine being schizophrenic from birth and trying to stay sane when
you don't know what it is to sense only one emotion at a time. This
was the life of Remy LeBeau.

Worst of all for him was sex. Sex was experienced without the shared
feelings of love, only of lust or worst of all when they saw his
eyes… pity. That was why Remy started to hang around Logan and Scott
so much. The love the two men felt for each other was incredible. And
when they had sex, it was even better. For a few brief moments Remy
felt what it was like to be truly loved by someone. He cherished
those moments more than anything.

He used his skills as a thief to stay hidden most of the time. Even
when he was there, he was able to use his charm to take the focus off
of himself. He'd been watching Logan and Scott long enough to know
that Logan always woke up shortly before dawn. In that time he would
wake Scott in the best way possible and then go back to sleep, while
Scott started his day. Remy was seated on the floor outside their
room, with his coat flared around him and senses focused behind the
door.

He let the feelings wash over him, both exciting and soothing him at
the same time. He let his head fall back and his eyes close as he
revelled in the care they took with each other. No matter how wild
Logan could be, he was never overly rough with Scott.

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"Logan…" Scott whined softly as Logan woke him up by tweaking his
nipples. "Every morning?"

"You got a problem with that?" Logan grinned. He leaned down and took
Scott's hard nipple in his mouth and sucked it. He couldn't get
enough of Scott's taste and loved listening to his rather vocal lover
moan for him.

"N-No," Scott answered with a shiver. "Has to be the best wake up
call ever, but you are so damn insatiable."

"You do it to me," Logan whispered as he left off one nipple and
moved to the other. "Never had it so bad with anybody else. You taste
so fucking sweet."

"Should still be pretty slick from last time," Scott noted with a
small yawn and spread his legs in invitation. There had even been a
few times when Scott had woken up with Logan already fucking him.

"Oh yeah," Logan gasped. He settled between Scott's legs, lifting one
up to spread his lover wider. He moved his cock against Scott's hole
and slid inside in one smooth motion that made both men groan in
pleasure.

Scott knew that after Logan had finished fucking him, the man would
go straight back to sleep, but it didn't bother him. After they had
started sleeping together, Logan always managed to wake him up at
least thirty minutes early. It was like the man was staking a claim
on his mate each morning before sending him off into the world.

Logan set a slow, lazy rhythm, wanting to enjoy the feel of his
lover. Scott's body was still stretched and receptive, allowing him
to slide in and out easily. As he thrust, he leaned down and kissed
Scott, tasting him deeply. As he made loved to Scott, he reached his
hand down to stroke his lover. He leaned in close and whispered the
one thing he only said when they were doing this. "Love ya, Scott."

"Love you, too, tough guy," Scott whispered back. He was moments away
from cumming. Logan's hand on his cock, coupled with the constant
brush against his prostate was about to send him over the edge.

It was cliché and something Logan said all the time, but it was what
finally set both of them off when Logan growled, "Mine!"

They both lay there panting, enjoying the afterglow. Logan was draped
over Scott, but he wasn't worried. He knew Scott could hold him
without a problem. He was about to roll off and get back to sleep
when he picked up the barest hint of salt in the air. He knew it
couldn't be Scott, the man was incapable of tears. Focusing his
senses on the door, he realized whoever it was, was right outside
their door.

"Stay," Logan growled under his breath and pressed Scott back against
the mattress. His first thought was that it was a kid that had
wandered out of their bed to seek comfort and was too afraid to come
in, but he couldn't be too careful were Scott was concerned.

"What is it?" Scott whispered, tensing. His hand went to his visor,
ready to defend his lover if need be. He knew Logan sensed some kind
of threat behind the door and he wanted to be ready for it.

"Think it's just one of the kids outside our door," Logan said,
making sure to grab a pair of boxers. "You stay here." If they
surprised the kid, then they might unknowingly use their developing
powers. Logan would be able to recover from any attack, but Scott
wouldn't.

"Be careful," Scott whispered. He quickly ran through the latest
arrivals trying to remember their powers. He didn't think there were
any capable of truly hurting Logan but he couldn't be sure.

Remy noticed the change of emotions, but he was still groggy from
being so deeply immersed in the lovers' emotions that his reactions
were delayed. He heard the door start to creak open and managed to
scramble into the shadows, guessing that they only saw the flare of
his long coat.

"Remy?" Logan called, catching his scent. "You okay, kid?"

Remy looked around in panic, realizing that he'd managed to back
himself into a dead end. His only escape was a nearby window, but
the drop was over two stories. He didn't dare answer, instead
deciding to try for escape and risk the injuries rather than get
caught.

Logan grabbed him as he dove for the window, barely keeping him from
going out it. He jerked the younger man to him and wrapped his arms
around him, in case Remy tried anything that stupid again. "Jesus,
kid, what the hell's wrong with you?" he demanded as he fought to
hold on to the struggling Cajun.

"Let Remy go!" Remy called out in panic, trying to wiggle out of
Logan's grasp. He had to get away before they found out why he was
outside their door.

"No!" Logan said, giving Remy a good shake. "Not until ya calm down
and tell me why the hell you just tried to take a header out the
window."

"Just wanted ta get away," Remy said and then realized he had to give
them a cover story. "Thought ya were someone else."

"Don't lie to me, kid," Logan warned. "Now tell me the truth."

"N-Non," Remy said with a shaky voice. "Let Remy go, p-please?"

"I can't do that," Logan said softly. "Not if I don't know what made
ya try to hurt yourself. You can trust me, Remy. You know that."
Logan kept his tight hold on Remy, knowing if he let up the young
thief would seize the advantage. Logan didn't want that. Not until he
knew what was going on.

"Not gonna hurt myself, promise," Remy said. "Was just surprised.
Dat's all. Ya let Remy go now that he promised not ta hurt himself?
All big misunderstin', non?"

"No," Logan said again. "Not till you give me some answers." He
sniffed the air, trying to scent if Remy was still afraid. The kid
was scared, alright, but he was also aroused. Very aroused.

Remy decided that the only way he could get away was to lie and lie
well. "Just t'inkin' `bout a girl. She don't like Remy. Not gonna
commit suicide or nothin'…"

"What did I tell you about lying to me?" Logan asked, his voice much
gentler than before. He knew the young man was aroused and he knew it
had nothing to do with some phantom girl. Deciding he was never going
to get to the bottom of this on his own, he lifted Remy off the
ground and headed back to his room.

"Let Remy go!" Remy cried out, trying unsuccessfully to get
away. "None of the Wolverine's business!"

"What's going on?" Scott asked as Logan burst through the door with
Remy in his arms. He quickly closed the door behind them, not wanting
the entire mansion to hear them then watched as Logan put Remy down
on the bed.

"The Wolverine kidnapped Remy!"

"I found him out in the hall," Logan explained, ignoring Remy's
outburst. "He tried to jump out the window when he saw me. You wanna
talk to him, `cause he ain't talking to me?"

Scott moved closer to Remy and wasn't surprised when the younger man
scooted away. "Want to tell me what was so frightening that you'd
risk jumping out of a window? Surely you weren't that scared of
Logan?"

Remy glanced up at Logan then away again. "Non," Remy replied. "Not
really. Just didn' wan' Logan to be mad with me."

"Why would he be mad with you?" Scott asked. "And if you haven't
figured it out, Logan can tell when you're lying. I'm willing to
stay here all night until you tell us the truth."

Remy flushed and looked down at the floor. He was ashamed both at
what he had been doing and at being caught but he knew he had to tell
them the truth. "I was sittin' outside your door," he whispered.

"Why were you sitting outside of our door?" Scott asked.

"Remy jus' wanted to feel you a little," Remy confessed. "Always
feels so good when you and Logan love."

"You've been spying on us before?" Logan growled, his need for
privacy feeling violated.

"Oui," Remy replied. "Not spyin' really. Just... feelin'. Jus' wanted
to feel good. Remy sorry."

"You're getting inside of our heads when we fuck?" Logan's voice
lowered dangerously.

"Non!" Remy said quickly. He scooted back on the bed, trying to put
some distance between himself and Wolverine. "Just feeling what you
feel. Remy an empath. He can't help but feel what de people around
him feel."

"Logan, calm down!" Scott snapped. "You're scaring him. Tell us why
you were doing that Remy… where you lonely?"

"Oui," Remy whispered, his eyes never leaving the angry man in front
of him. "Remy jus' wanted to feel good. Feel so much love when you
together."

"So what are we supposed to do with that?" Logan huffed. "You're a
kid. You're barely older than the students here and Scott belongs to
me."

"Remy know dat," Remy replied. "Remy not wan' nothin'. He not come
around again. You don' have to hurt him."

Now Logan's scowl softened a bit. "Do you really think we'd hurt ya,
kid?"

Remy simply shrugged and looked down at the floor again. He'd been
hurt for less many times in his life. He'd known what he was doing
was wrong. He'd had no right to intrude on them the way he had. Logan
had every right to want to hurt him for it.

"We're not gonna hurt ya," Logan said carefully. "Just tell me why I
have the feelin' you'd just let me do it if I wanted to."

"Remy been beat for less," he answered. "Don't blame you for bein'
mad. Shouldn't have done it. Won't do it again, I promise."

Logan was lost. He didn't know how to deal with the desperate young
man who sat trembling on their bed. "Scott…"

"Remy, it's okay," Scott said as he reached out and pulled the young
man into his arms. "We're not angry with you and we're not going to
hurt you. Everybody wants to feel love. There's nothing wrong with
that."

"Remy can't," was the sad reply, even though he clung to
Scott. "Just a thief like always, stealin' a small glimpse of want
Remy can't have."

Logan shook his head and climbed onto the bed with them. He pulled
Remy with him until they were both lying stretched out on the bed. He
motioned for Scott and his lover quickly joined them, lying on Remy's
other side. "Be quiet for a while, kid. I wanna get some sleep."

"Why?" Remy asked in a quiet voice. He wasn't struggling or even
trying to get away. There was no way he could turn away from what
they were offering, even if it was just temporary. He felt genuine
concern coming from both of them, mixed with the usual sadness and
pity.

"'Cause I'm tired," Logan replied. "Now get some rest."

"Oui," Remy agreed softly. He closed his eyes, but made sure he
didn't allow himself to fall asleep. When they were asleep, he'd
sneak out and get away from all the temptation of everything he
couldn't have. He'd been a fool to tempt fate and steal glimpses of
what it felt like to be loved.

"I told the Professor I won't be able to teach class today," Scott
said softly. "Thought we might all spend the day in bed. When Logan
finally gets up we can talk some more." He let his arm drape across
Remy so that his hand rested on Logan's arm. He knew Remy would try
to make a run for it and he wasn't going to let that happen. He'd
have to talk to Logan, but if Remy needed them then they would be
there for him.

"Gotta sleep sometime, mon amie," Remy told Scott, sensing that his
plan for escape had been sussed out.

"Please don't leave," Scott implored softly. "Besides, where are you
going to run to that Logan wouldn't be able to find you? Stay with
us, Remy. You're safe here."

"Remy's never safe," he answered. "Just buying time."

"As long as you're here, you're safe," Logan growled softly. "Now go
to sleep, both of ya."

"Don't need nobody, just stayin' for a bit." Remy had to have the
last word, but he still burrowed into Scott and Logan's hold. Maybe
if he was very lucky, he might be able to steal a small piece of
happiness for himself.

End.