Days had gone by and Remy hadn't returned to his cell. Logan was
starting to worry. He could hear faint talkings between various
doctors and the guards on shift, down the hall. He had been able to
gather that Remy had fought back and as a result, was restrained.
Other talk consisted of several doctors being unhappy that Remy
hadn't been able to produce any positives in their testing.

One doctor had wandered down the hall and stopped to observe Remy's
cell and then the cells around it. He paused as he met Logan's
eyes. "You have been a friend to Remy, have you not? Perhaps some
close relations?" The doctor, a mid-fifties man with short greying
hair, asked as he looked down his thin, gold-rimmed glasses at the
caged man. He was Logan's height but a few pounds heavier. Holding a
brown clipboard in his right hand, and a pen in his left, he wrote
down several notes about Logan as he waited for the man to respond.

Logan sat on the floor, facing the hall, doing sit-ups and pausing
to watch the doctor. His feet were firmly planted in front of him
with his knees drawn up and close together. His hands had been
clasped behind his head, and he grunted at each sit-up. Logan
dropped his hands to his knees and flattened his legs to stretch,
but stopped to answer the question. "He and I talked, yea. I aint
gonna marry the kid." Sweat dripped down his panting chest. Muscles
spasmed and his chest, darkened with hair, was seemingly taking
shape after each sit-up.

Unlike Remy's oufit, Logan wore a thin, white cotton, T-shirt and
matching bottoms with a tie-string. He had removed the shirt and was
debating on the pants, to only sit in his white briefs, as he
finished his workout. Second thinking his thoughts, Logan continued
his stretching as the doctor took more notes and observed.

"So, you wouldn't be interested in persuing a deeper friendship with
him?" The man poked more questions at Logan, who was trying to
ignore him. "Look, we have been monitoring both of your, and your
conversations." He pointed with his pen, to a camera, in the back
left corner of Logan's cell and waited for Logan to acknowledge the
point before looking from the camera to the doctor. "All I'm
suggesting, is for you to come upstairs with me and spend time with
him. Our doctors have tried, as well as several guards. Both male
and female alike, have failed."

Logan was in the middle of pushups and didn't even stop to answer.
His hands held to the side of the bedframe, his feet had been
outstretched and together behind him as he counted 50, to
himself. "Is there a point in here, somewhere?"

The doctor cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "Logan, If
this process is to work, he needs to remain calm and be around
someone he trusts. You seem to be the one the boy is most
comfortable with."

"Look, I don't remember him tellin me that he wanted some big, hairy
guy to play house with him. I do remember him telling me, in not so
many words, that he aint comfortable with this. If you'd wanted me
to fuck him, why didn't you just say so? Instead, you tapdance
around the reason." Logan had finally stopped and stood up. He
panted and made his way over to the glass. In the far right hand
corner, sat a tall bottle of water and a white towel. Picking up the
bottle of water and taking a long drink, Logan eyed the man who was
again taking notes. He lowered the bottle from his lips and
swallowed the mouthful of water. "I'll talk to him. I won't force
him to do somethin he aint comfortable with."

The doctor nodded.

"How is he?" Logan took another drink. His panting had calmed and he
replaced the bottle on the floor and began to dry himself off with
the towel. Drying off his chest and tossing the towel back into the
corner, he headed back over to his cot and picked up his shirt that
lay in a pile at the foot of the bed, turning away from the doctor.
He slipped it over his head and pulled it down over his tight
abdomen, knowing full well the doctor was still watching.

Clearing his throat and once again adjusting his glasses, the doctor
answered him. "We have him in an isolation room, sedated. He fought
off 4 guards, two of which have caused some damage to his tissues.
His wounds have almost healed, and we need to proceed with this as
soon as possible." Main facts had been cleverly averted in his
description.

Logan sighed and turned around to sit down on the side of the
bed. "When?" He asked, annoyed at the man's persistance.

"That is up to you, isn't it?" The man's voice deepened. He lowered
the clipboard and tucked his pen into his jacket's left breast
pocket. Staring at Logan, he put his hands behind his back. His left
hand holding onto his right wrist, as his right hand still held the
clipboard that was filled with notes on only Logan.

"Let me check my schedule." Logan said, sarcastically. He eventually
agreed on a condition that he be allowed to shower and change first.
Though, he wasn't exactly happy with the circumstances, he was very
curious of the boy's condition.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a shower and a change of clothes, Logan followed the doctor
from the washroom, upstairs to where Remy was being held. As soon as
Logan entered the ward, he found Remy had been telling the truth on
the cells being much more comfy than his own floor.

As they walked, the doctor had half-turned to talk to him about
Remy's condition. "I have spoken to the staff to wake him, for your
visit. However, if he becomes too violent, we might have to sedate
him again. Eh, we do need you to keep him calm during this
procedure." Leading Logan to a door at the other end of the hall, to
the left, he paused before retrieving a ring of keys from his beige
trousers' pocket and unlocking the door.

It was a solid white door, with a small square window high in the
middle, that was only big enough to fit a person's head through.
Logan narrowed his eyes as he saw Remy wearing only a white T-shirt
and maroon boxers, pacing in front of them. "I just agreed to talk
to him. I didn't say anything about fuckin him. That's his call."

Remy had continued to pace, even after the door had opened and both
men entered. He paced in a line paralell to the door, his teeth bit
the end of his left thumb as his right arm curled around his thin
stomach. He had also been showered and neatened for the meeting.
Remy hadn't batted an eye as he acknowledged the two's presence.

"Well, Remy, I hope your friend can talk you into co-operating with
us. I'm sure you've been explained the consequences if you don't at
least give it a try. I'll let you two have a few moments." The
doctor had become very nervous around both men and hurried to remove
himself from the room and lock the door.

"Welcome upstairs, cher." Remy hadn't stopped pacing. He had even
refused to look at Logan or apologise for bringing someone he had
barely met, into the ordeal.

Logan looked around the room. It was a well put together room,
equipped with plush furniture and sexual playthings. A plush bed
with a firm mattress and soft, pillowy blankets sat off to one side
of the room, while a high-backed deep blue, two-seater sofa sat one
the other. A mirror hung over the bed, and a window (Logan guessed
it was a double sided window) sat above the headboard to the bed.
The near-dim light in the middle of the room's ceiling, had been the
only light on in the room. The room itself hadn't been that big. The
lighting created an effect that was supposed to be more of a
romantic setting. Apparently, it hadn't worked for Remy.

Sighing and coming to stand face to face with Logan, Remy brought
his hands to clasp together behind him. "Dis is jus' de isolation
room. Dey watch us t'rough de mirror behind de bed. Y' here t' screw
Remy an' never come t' him again, right?"

"That was the way it was explained to me, yea. But I told them I
wouldn't do anythin except talk. And, I don't intend to." Logan
said, firmly.

Remy's eyes lowered as he choked out. "Dey won' let ya leave wit'out
doin it, homme. If not you, dey gonna pair Remy wit' a turkey baster
an' tubes an' needles. No exactly a turkey, y' know?" Remy started
to undress by pulling the shirt over his head, from the bottom. He
was calm if he didn't look into the other man's eyes. Once he had it
removed, completely, he glanced up at Logan, and then started
removing his shorts, refocussing his eyes below Logan's.

Logan grabbed his hands as they clutched the elastic band. "Don't do
this because they want you to. I aint fuckin you unless you want me
to." He hooked a finger under the boy's chin and listed his head up
to meet his gaze. He had noticed that Remy was very slim, and found
himself wondering how the boy was to go to full term with a child,
being as slender as he was. He then wondered if Remy would even be
allowed to make it to full term.

Nodding, Remy leaned closer to whisper into Logan's left ear. "Remy
is not a turkey. Dis is embarrassin enough. Jus' do dis, an' we won'
have t' see each ot'er again." He kissed Logan's cheek as he stepped
back. A chilled fear ran through him, causing him to shiver as he
led the older man over to the bed. Crawling up onto the end of the
bed and turning to sit down in the middle, he watched Logan remove
his clothing and let it drop where it fell. Remy swallowed and
leaned back on his elbows, his legs outstretched and spread rather
widely. His eyes widened in shock as they stared at Logan's firm
length.

At attention, Logan was a full 8 inches, and much more thicker than
what Remy had expected. Moving a hand to Remy's boxers, Logan slid
them off lean hips, slowly and carefully. Remy was now nude, save
for the band on his left ankle, and now, Logan noticed, a thick
black band that was some sort of monitor, located on Remy's right
wrist. He had guessed it had something to do with Remy's orgasm or
temperatures or something of the experiment. He crawled up onto the
bed and stared down at Remy. Placing a hand at Remy's entrance, he
felt something that resembled a wine cork about an inch in diametre,
lodged into the tight channel as if to stretch it for easier access.
He felt Remy's hand slip over his and a whisper, "Pull it out,
cher." He complied and noticed that the cork itself was also used
for a lubrication device.

Logan held his length at the entrance and leaned in to whisper to
Remy. Instead, he bit down on Remy's right ear and simultaneously
pushed himself in. Releasing the soft flesh, Logan kissed it and
whispered. "Sorry, it was meant to distract you. Relax." He pushed
himself up to look down at the young man and start a slow rhythm. As
he did, he sniffed and recognised the fear and humility that
perfumed the auburn haired Cajun. "They watchin?" He asked to bring
Remy back into the present.

"Oui." Remy whispered. He felt for a moment. "Two women an' one
man." He gasped as Logan had forced himself deeper into him, and
quickened the pace. Logan had kissed him again as he reached up and
ran his hands over Logan's taut, hairy chest. Their tongues mixed
together in their mouths. When the kiss broke, Remy asked. "Y' done
dis before, t' a man?"

"Yea, but didn't ever think a man would get pregnant by it. Let
alone, by me." Logan grunted and again increased the pace. "One
thing about guys, kid, they're tighter more times than women. Better
chance at a faster orgasm." Logan's hands had been braced to either
side of Remy's ribcage. He gasped as he had reached his climax.
Pushing himself deeply into the young man, they kissed before
jumping at a beeping sound coming from the band on Remy's wrist.

A loud, piercing sound that had only lasted a few seconds,
distracted them from any further movement. Remy looked at his wrist
for a moment before bringing it up between them and pushing a button
on it that Logan hadn't seen. The two breathed and relaxed.
Separated, they lie side by side on the bed. No embracement, or
tender words. Complete silence had spoken for them.

When Logan could finally move, he sat up and grabbed for Remy's
wrist. Staring at the band, he examined it. It looked like a digital
watch, only it gave a temperature instead of a time. It had buzzed
when Remy's temperature had reached 99.8. The button had been below
the reading. A blue button to offset the black numbers and grey
background. "What's this mean?" He tapped at the band with a finger
and looked back at Remy.

Remy had closed his eyes, tiredly. He breathed deeply before opening
them again and looking to where Logan had tapped. "Reads de
temperature of de egg, an' Remy's orgasm. When Remy really gets hot,
it beeps like an alarm on a watch. Dat sound meant it was 'nough
but, no 'enough t' do much." He yawned and explained that if they
didn't repeat the activity, there would be another beep from the
band as a signal of disobedience.

"So, we need to get you hot and heavy to make that one sound, or
they're gonna baste ya?" Logan summed.

"Oui."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had taken a total of three times for Remy's wristband to give an
approving sound. By that time, Remy was near exhaustion and Logan
had wanted to quit after nearly giving the boy a heart attack from
the excitement. They both panted, but Remy had actually fallen
asleep.

Pulling the blanket up around Remy, and covering him up, Logan slid
off the end of the bed and gathered his clothes. He watched the
young man sleep as he dressed, pausing only to wait out a stir from
Remy. As he tied the drawstrings on his bottoms, the door unlocked
and opened.

"Wonderful job, Logan. We've managed to get a peak in temperature,
out of Remy, twice. We will return him to his cell, tomorrow. We are
keeping him tonight to make sure your sperm has at least reached the
egg." The same doctor that had brought him upstairs, was now
escorting him back down. "You may shower again, if you'd like. we
will let you know if we need you to 'talk' to him again." The man
smiled at Logan as they stood in front of a wide, service lift.

The doors opened to the lift, and an armed guard with another doctor
waited inside. Logan looked back down the hall as a team of 5
doctors, both male and female, entered the isolation room Remy had
been left in. Stepping into the car, he'd wondered just what he had
done.

For days after Remy had been returned, he had been asleep for most
of the time. When he had been awake, he was quite disoriented and
only had time to eat. Several doctors had to explain to both he and
Logan about what to expect in the following weeks. A few had even
needed to repeat the speech a few times to Remy.

"So, ya mean, we have to do it again?" Logan asked as he paced the
width of his cell, along the glass.

The doctor stood in the middle of Remy's darkened cell, the wary
Cajun sat on his bed, in front of him. Turning to face Logan, he
sighed and stepped into the hall. "Yes. I will need a few more
deposits from you. You see, I'm sure you've seen the detector on
Remy's ankle. When it is not functioning, his kinetic and empathic
abilities fuse together and drain any other energy that is not being
used, and transfer it to his own energy levels. Though his kinetics
only work on stored particles, it would disintergrate the egg and
possible lifeforms that are not his own. From your contribution, we
are sure that he might be pregnant. However, we need to have
specific positive results in order to proceed."

Logan fumed. He stopped in mid-pace and punched at the glass,
causing it to vibrate slightly. "I'm not gonna fuck him all night,
again. It damn near killed him."

The doctor smiled. "No no no, my dear Logan. We just need one more
sample. No multiples. His temperature chart shows he'll be ready for
another in a few days. Until then, we thought it best to keep him
sedated, for now." The doctor, the very same who had talked Logan
into doing the tests in the first place, closed and locked Remy's
cell and then bid them both good night as he left.
 

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