Author: Wolverine6Claws
Pairing: Logan/Remy
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, Marvel does, so back off !
Dedication: To Lu, as promised. To Ciro and Tiffany for your friendship,
love
and support.
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There are plenty of things one knows for sure when it comes to Wolverine.
One,
he 'don't take no shit from nobody'. Two, he's one mean sonuvabitch.
Three, he
certainly doesn't care what other people think of him. And, he does
what he
wants when he wants and if you didn't like it, well, tough shit.
So when he came stomping through the kitchen, grumbling and slamming
doors, as
he made a beeline for the garage, the other X-Men who were sitting
down for
dinner barely gave him a passing notice. And those that did just exchanged
a
sidelong glance with the person sitting beside them, and shrugged it
off as
'another one of Wolverine's temper tantrums'.
As the door leading from the kitchen out to the garage slammed behind
the
rampaging X-Man, Remy LeBeau stared after him with a concerned look.
He turned
back toward the table and surveyed his other teammates as they went
about their
business of finishing their evening meal - completely oblivious to
the things
LeBeau picked up so easily through his gift of empathy.
The emotions roiling off the Canadian-born X-Man, as he stormed past,
nearly
knocked the Acadian out of his chair.
Wolverine could 'hide' himself from telepaths, everyone knew that -
able to
block them from probing his mind or reading his thoughts. Even Cerebro
had
extreme difficulty locking onto Logan's brainwave signature, due to
his ever
changing mental states and emotional levels between civility and ferality.
He even hid himself from his friends and teammates by wearing many different
types of masks - from wry humor to 'who the hell cares' to downright
pissed off
- to hide the very fact that he had any emotions at all, besides anger.
Ask anyone. They will tell you. The Wolverine's heart is made of stone.
He is
unfeeling and uncaring and thinks of no one but himself. He is cruel,
and
without remorse or pity.
Yeah, well... that wasn't exactly true. In fact, it was so far from
the truth
it was almost laughable. But, Remy wasn't laughing.
Unfeeling? Without care? Hardly. And Gambit knew it for a fact.
Laughable? Not in the least.
He rose from the table slowly, placing his napkin beside his half empty
plate,
and made his way from the kitchen toward the garage following the path
Logan
had taken.
Being an empath gave Remy LeBeau incredible insight into the emotions
of those
around him. And although he'd never made it his business to teach the
rest of
the team the finer points of compassion and understanding, Remy always
knew
instantly whenever one of them was sad or scared... or happy and content.
He
knew when they were at peace... or when they were in pain.
He also knew, for a fact, that Logan was a man without peace. Without
peace...
and always in pain. Pain so deep, that even the acknowledgement of
it's
existence threatened to bring the mighty to his knees. And it was for
that very
reason that Logan refused to nurse his own pain. In order to ease it
he'd have
to acknowledge it first. And he couldn't do that.
It made it easier for him not to acknowledge it when everyone else pretended
it
didn't exist. They didn't try to 'talk' to him or 'analyze' him or
drag up old
memories that were much better off buried.
Deep down LeBeau was positive that the others were just afraid of Wolverine's
repressed -- and often times not so repressed -- rage.
He was not the unfeeling killing machine that everyone was best advised
to stay
clear of. Logan was a man quite the opposite actually.
He was not a man without feelings or emotions. Oh, quite the contrary.
He was
an elemental creature. Turbulent and primal.
In fact, every action Logan ever dealt out stemmed from his emotional
foundation -- whether it was joy or sorrow... terror or rage... justice
or
revenge, or... pain and loneliness.
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Remy stepped into the garage closing the door quietly behind him. He
wasn't
trying to sneak up on Logan, he knew that was pretty much impossible
to do.
He did hope, however, that if he approached him in a calm and non-aggressive
manner then, perhaps, Logan wouldn't get his hackles up in defense
or try to
push him away.
The light inside the garage had been left on but there was no sign of
Wolverine. Remy walked slowly in front of the vehicles housed there,
looking
between each of them figuring Logan was probably just sulking in private,
out
of view.
As he came to the far end of the garage he could see Logan's motorcycle
was
pulled forward toward the door but was left standing unattended.
Logan'd obviously intended to take off again - to try to run, to outrun
the
pain - but he hadn't yet. Remy had to wonder 'What stop 'im dis taime?'
As Remy looked down the line of parked vehicles - of all makes, models
and
sizes - it dawned on him that Logan always seemed to leave little signs
that
told others - if they were paying close enough attention - that he
felt alone,
separate, and left out.
Little things, like the way his motor was always parked just slightly
cockeyed
amongst, or 'out-of-line' with, the neat row of garaged vehicles. Or
how he sat
at the window seat to have his morning coffee and read his paper, instead
of
joining the rest of the team at the breakfast table.
It was easiest for the team to shrug it off as attributes of Wolverine's
loner
lifestyle. They never even considered that perhaps he may want to join
in, but
maybe... maybe he just didn't feel truly welcome. That even after all
these
years he still felt like an outcast, a misfit. Perhaps Logan really
did want to
find a place for himself, someplace he could belong, and be accepted...
he just
never seemed to fit anywhere.
As Remy contemplated these truths, he picked up the fragrant odor of
Logan's
sweet cigars and moved toward the back door. As he opened the door
and stepped
out he immediately came face to face with Wolverine, who was leaning
against
the outside wall smoking his stogey and obviously irritated by the
intrusion.
Logan looked at Remy as the door opened, none too happy. He pushed away
from
the wall and began to walk away.
"Logan? Y' wan' talk, mec?" Remy directed at his back.
"No. If I wanted ta talk, I woulda come lookin' fer ya'." He replied.
Remy
jogged up a short distance behind him as Logan walked toward the woods.
"Ah lis'en real good, homme." Remy continued. Logan stopped in his tracks
and
turned toward him menacingly.
"What part o' 'I don' wanna talk' don'cha un'erstand, Cajun?" he growled
at
LeBeau.
"Oh, Remy un'erstand what y' say, homme, jus' don' believe y', is all."
He
replied looking the shorter man in the eye. He wasn't at all intimidated
by
Wolverine's behavior. Remy knew this anger wasn't brought on by rage,
but by
hurt. Logan narrowed his eyes at him, clenched his jaw and turned to
walk away.
Remy grabbed onto Logan's arm and Wolverine spun around ready to strike
him.
Gambit pulled his hand away and held both out in front of him, palms
facing out
and fingers spread, letting Wolverine know he meant no harm. But stared
at him
hard with determination set into his features.
He made it clear to Logan that he wasn't going to give up on him until
he
talked. Remy reached out with his empathy, letting his own feelings
of
affection and concern brush against Logan's brain.
He'd never felt such a thing before and Logan drew in a short breath
at the
strange experience, and his attention was drawn to the other man's
emotions
inside his head. Remy watched Wolverine's features soften as his face
relaxed.
The tension in his body receded as he became enveloped in the compassion,
and
the desire to comfort, that drifted from the Acadian.
Logan swallowed hard as he became aware of the truth behind the emotions.
Then
he became acutely aware of the fact that the tall, russet-haired,
porcelain-skinned beauty was staring at him intently.
Wolverine's eyes shot about and he straightened his back. Inhaling deeply,
he
tried to compose himself and raise a wall between himself and the Acadian
god.
"Jus'... leave me be, Cajun." Logan reiterated, but the request didn't
hold the
same fire as it did before. Remy'd broken through the Wolverine's protective
defenses and he could feel Logan's desire to be comforted, to feel
loved and
wanted. Even though he couldn't bring himself to say it.
No, that would make him too vulnerable to the other man. It would make
him
appear weak and wanting, and god-knows the Wolverine is not weak. The
Wolverine
didn't need anyone, didn't desire comfort or love, and certainly did
not show
weakness of any kind to others - friend or foe.
But, that was the Wolverine... not Logan. Logan was a man of intense
passion
and primal desires, Remy knew this. He also knew that Logan was capable
of
loving so deeply, and so completely, that the man was actually quite
terrified
of being consumed by those emotions.
"Wha's wrong, mec?" He asked again in a soothing tone as Logan tried
to regain
his composure. "Talk t' Remy. I a good lis'ener, homme." He offered
again.
Logan let his gaze drop toward the ground in thought. With a slight
shake of
his head he replied softly.
"It's nothin', Gumbo. Jus' leave me be."
"Da name's Remy, chere." He offered in an easy manner and Logan shot
a glance
at him.
Remy wasn't completely sure if Logan's reaction was due to him offering
his
name in friendship or the fact that he'd called the Wolverine 'darling'.
Before
the stocky Canadian could remark though, Remy continued.
"Jus' wan'a help, mon ami." He said, bringing his hand up to rest lightly
on
Logan's shoulder. Logan glanced sidelong at Remy's hand then met his
gaze again
just as LeBeau spoke up again. "Y' angry, chere... but Remy t'ink y'
hurt mo'
den y' let ot'ers see."
"Yeah? An' whaddya think you know 'bout it, Gumbo?" Logan asked trying
to sound
harsh.
He was trying to save face in front of the other X-Man and Remy understood
that. But he'd no reason to 'save face', there was certainly nothing
'dishonorable' about a man acknowledging the emotions that he feels,
or even
acknowledging that he has any feelings to begin with.
"W'at do Remy know 'bout it, chere?" LeBeau asked thoughtfully and Wolverine
nodded, squinting his eyes in challenge.
Remy knew the reason Logan asked the question was to get the focus off
of
himself and onto LeBeau. And as much as he liked to play games of chance,
Remy
refused to let the table be turned and threw all his cards on the table.
It was
time to...what? Call his bluff? Well, that wasn't the right term to
use,
because Logan wasn't trying to bluff him.
He was using an evasion tactic that would've worked on most anybody.
'Challenge
them to understand your feelings' and they'll usually go off on a tangent
about
how 'you're not the only one who'... type o' thing.
But Remy was an empath, which meant he didn't have to guess about someone
else's feelings. He knew. He could feel their hurt and anger and pain
as if it
were his own. And, because LeBeau was also a high-caliber strategist
- a
warrior, just as competent as the Wolverine - he recognized the evasive
manuever easily. So instead of rattling off his own past experiences
with
painful emotions, he pointed his high-powered perception at Wolverine's.
"What do I know 'bout it, chere?" Remy asked more seriously this time,
and he
felt the hesitation come from the other man. Wolverine was wondering
if he'd
made a mistake by asking the question. 'Oh, oui, mon frere, y' did.'
Remy
answered in compassionate silence.
"Remy know a few t'ings 'bout y', chere, he never tol' nobody else."
He
confided to Logan which got the Wolverine's immediate attention. His
eyes
narrowed in anger, jaw muscles pulsed as he gritted his teeth and drew
in a
deep breath, holding it, getting ready to pounce.
"I know y' hurt bad mos' o' da time, mi, an' y' 'fraid t' show dat pain
t'
ot'ers. 'Fraid dey t'ink y' weak if y' show dem y' human like da res'
o' us."
Remy told him quietly, and Logan's angry expression faltered slightly
in
surprise.
"You don' know what yer talkin' 'bout, Cajun." Wolverine replied trying
to
sound angry, but hearing the truth from the tall, red-headed Southerner
seemed
to push him off balance.
He turned to walk away toward the boat dock and Remy followed uninvited.
He
could feel the turmoil of emotions in Wolverine and knew he'd walked
away to
keep from facing that truth. He didn't want to 'break' in front of
a teammate,
so he tried to leave LeBeau behind.
But there was no way in hell, Remy was going to let him go off on his
own,
alone, to deal with his pain. Not this time. Enough was enough. Logan
swallowed
pain like Jimmy Carter did liver pills. He kept it inside until it
festered
into something else, and that something else was usually rage.
Wolverine already had enough rage to set the world on fire and bask
in it's
glow. He didn't need any more. He needed to face his pain, he needed
to accept
it for what it was... valid, real and human.
As he got to the boat dock Logan glanced over his shoulder at the Acadian
and
growled.
"Stop followin' me, Gumbo. Leave me alone." He said walking to his favorite
thinking spot, a fallen tree at the forest's edge.
Wolverine sat down heavily and plucked a new cigar from his shirt pocket
as he
flicked the old stub away with his fingers. He set himself down hard,
to
intimidate the other man, but LeBeau could see he'd already gotten
to him.
He'd intended to sit down beside the older man, but knew Logan'd probably
just
get up and storm away at Remy's intrusive behavior. Instead, LeBeau
lowered
himself into a crouched position in front of the world-weary warrior
and Logan
looked at him uncomfortably.
"Whaddya doin', Gumbo?" Logan asked warily around the cigar, sizing
up LeBeau
from head to toe as he stretched out his left leg and fished a lighter
from his
jeans pocket.
"Di'nt finish ans'erin' y' q'estion, homme." he replied.
"Was a rhetorical question, Rem. Wasn't meant fer ya' ta answer." Logan
remarked around the stogie clamped between his teeth.
"Y' ask what ah know 'bout y' pain, homme..."
"No," Logan said putting a finger in the air, "I asked 'bout yer pain... Rem."
"Di'nt come ou' heah t' talk 'bout my pain, mi. Come t' talk 'bout yah's."
LeBeau replied.
"Ain't got no pain, Rem. Ever'thing's jus' fine." Logan replied off-handedly,
but refused to make eye contact and LeBeau let out a sigh.
"Dat's de way y' wanna play dis, homme?" Remy asked remorsefully and
Logan shot
him a look, the flame from his lighter not quite touching the end of
the cigar.
"Why y' feel de need t' hide from me, Logan?" Remy asked.
"I ain't hidin' from nobody. Jus' wanna be left alone." He answered,
trying to
maintain an air of nonchalance.
But Remy knew he'd already gotten to him, dented the emotional armor
that Logan
wore... knew he could break through Logan's stone barriers if he didn't
give
up.
"Remy feel y' pain, mi." He told the Canuck honestly and Logan glanced
his way
again, surprised by the remark. "Ah know y' hurtin'. I know y' pain.
Can feel
it, chere... laike it's m'own."
"Leave me alone, Rem." Logan told him seriously, removing the cigar
from his
mouth - his jaw set tight, nostrils flaring in warning. And, Remy knew
he was
getting close.
"Non, mec. Ain' gonna do dat. Hurt me if y'wan', but ah ain' gone leave."
Remy
told him straight. Feeling as though he was being cornered, Logan pushed
him
off balance and stood up to leave, but Remy recovered quickly. Grabbing
Logan's
wrists, he pulled him back down hard with determination.
Remy gave him a straight, hard stare and Logan looked back at him in
complete
surprise. No one, and I mean no one, ever treated the Wolverine like
that and
got away with it. But for some reason he wasn't angry about LeBeau's
actions
and that alone surprised him.
Logan's brow furrowed, creasing his forehead as he blinked at Remy in
confusion. Gambit stared at him hard, letting his empathy reach out
to the
'Li'l Loupgarou' and ease his fears. Logan felt the empathic caress
and cocked
his head in response to it.
Remy loved it when Logan did that - secretly, of course. Somehow the
action of
tilting his head - like all animals do when confused - softened the
Wolverine's
image. And it was such a natural reaction that Remy was sure Logan
wasn't even
aware of doing it.
"Y' been in pain a lon' time, mec." He stated softly as Logan studied
his face,
trying to read his intentions. It was a habit of his. But he didn't
need to...
for Remy hid nothing from him tonight.
Logan dropped his gaze and LeBeau gave him a moment to collect himself.
Gave
him some time to think it out.
"Don't go there, Rem." Logan remarked quietly, his tone serious but
no longer
angry. Remy waited.
Keeping his chin down, Logan raised only his eyes to meet LeBeau's when
he
received no rebuttal. He was met with a steady gaze that was easy to
read -
compassionate, yet determined - and Logan swallowed hard.
Remy hoped to be able to gently chisel
away Wolverine's emotional barriers, but as he increased his empathic
'rubs'
Logan's defenses pushed back. And LeBeau realized he wouldn't be able
to do
this gently, if at all. He couldn't use a chisel with Logan, he'd need
a
sledghammer. One chance, one strike. Hard and furious, if he intended
to break
through the Wolverine's defensive armor.
Suddenly, the Cajun's empathy bombarded Wolverine's defenses and Logan's
mind
began to reel. He inhaled deeply, trying to fight the onslaught of
emotions
coming from LeBeau. He couldn't breathe. His body tensed with the terrifying
sensation that he was drowning, panic growing quickly inside him.
The Acadian felt Logan's panic flood his empathic senses and he reached
out his
hands toward the feral, to ease his fears and guide him through.
"I's awraight, Logan." Remy soothed, gently caressing the muscular forearms
of
his teammate. Wolverine's first reaction was to pull away from the
physical
contact, but Remy didn't pull him back.
Instead, he moved with the motion, sliding in closer to Logan to maintain
the
gentle contact without giving the impression of trying to restrain.
Remy concentrated his 'charm' powers, trying to be as gentle as possible,
as he
eased Logan's pain toward the surface. At the same time, Remy monitored
his
reactions and let his intense love and compassion for the man blanket
Logan's
mind.
"I's awraight, mi. Remy heah. Lemme help y', chere." He whispered heavily.
The expression of fear and defiance on Logan's face broke Remy's heart.
Wolverine tried hard to defy LeBeau's influence. But even as Logan
tried to
push the pain back, Remy gently - but steadily - pulled it from it's
hiding
places - deep within Logan's psyche.
There were so many emotions coming forward, all at the same time, that
Remy
found himself nearly overwhelmed by them. He understood why Logan buried
them
away. They were intense and so varied he could barely keep them in
line as they
raced forward.
Logan began to gasp loudly and Remy brought his attention back to him.
Big blue
eyes stared wide in terror over his head - unseeing and unfocused -
blind to
everything but the pain and terror of the past.
"S'awright, mi, y' not 'lone." LeBeau spoke softly aloud, giving Logan
verbal
reassurance to compliment the empathic caresses. "Y' safe, chere. Remy
heah,
i's okay. Y' doin' good...real good."
"No..." Logan panted. He wanted to stop this. His voice seemed to echo
out from
the depths of his soul. As if he was responding to the people who'd
caused him
the pain and not LeBeau. And that was okay, Remy knew.
As he continued to draw out all the old pain that Logan'd been repressing,
and
ignoring for so long, Remy began to tremble as he experienced the other's
emotions for himself. They were strong. Stronger than anything he'd
ever
experienced before.
He couldn't stifle a groan as the intensity of it grew. He'd hoped to
poke a
hole in the dam Logan'd created. But not realizing the absolute depth
of the
other man's pain, Remy couldn't control the volume that was now being
released.
Nor could he maintain a manageable level of the force of it, or its
impact on
them - an incredible force created by the pent up back pressure.
Both men yelled out simultaneously as they were bombarded with excruciating
pain and the dam broke under the immense pressure building up. Remy
grit his
teeth and had to squeeze his eyes shut, at the same moment Logan jumped
to his
feet.
Remy tightened his grip on Logan's forearms to keep the man from bolting
away
as he tried to get himself under control. Logan yelled out, over and
over
again, as he re-experienced the pain from his past - both physical
and
emotional. He tried to pull free of LeBeau's grasp, totally unaware
of who was
restraining him.
He tried to wrest himself free and move away from Remy at the same time,
but
LeBeau held on tight. He couldn't let Logan free, not like this. Wolverine
was
lost in the memories of his torturous past and Remy fought to push
it all back.
It was too much for either of them. He hadn't been prepared for this.
Logan's roars - like thunder in the night - echoed through the forest
around
them. Remy concentrated his efforts to push back Wolverine's pain and
rebuild
the blocks that held them at bay. It was slow work considering the
magnitude of
what they were experiencing.
His concentration faltered as Logan began to drag him across the forest
floor.
Digging in, like a draft animal pulling an immense weight, those short
powerful
legs strained against Remy's hold. LeBeau had to lean all of his weight
in the
opposite direction just to keep Logan from escaping.
When Logan lost his footing in the now churned up soil, almost losing
his
balance, Remy quickly took the advantage and blindly pulled Wolverine
back
toward the direction he'd been sitting in moments before.
Logan stumbled backward and fell hard onto the fallen tree as his legs
hit the
obstacle. In his surprise, he was able to break free of the painful
assault
long enough for Remy to shove the negative feelings back inside and
slam the
door on them. Remy gasped with a moan as he felt the weight lifted.
He opened his eyes as he recovered and looked at Logan, who was lying
haphazardly against the tree staring at him in silent shock. His eyes
were wide
and he was panting from the strain, mouth hanging open.
"Logan?" Remy asked shakily, trying to assess Wolverine's condition.
"Y'awraight, mec?" His voice was raspy and hoarse and he had to clear
his
throat repeatedly.
Logan didn't answer, but Remy could feel him trembling violently in
his grasp.
He moved his hands along Wolverine's arms trying to pull him into a
more
upright position, but Logan seemed to be frozen in place. Remy slid
closer to
the downed tree so he was face to face with the traumatized man.
"S'okay, mi, y' safe. Ah sa sawry, chere." Remy offered, then fell quiet,
his
thoughts drawn to the immensity of what'd just been experienced. Then
he looked
deep into Logan's eyes. "Di'nt know..."
As he tried to come up with the words, Logan's eyes slowly focused on
him,
blinking rapidly as he tried to shake off the residual affects of the
traumatic
experience. He tried to speak, but all Remy heard was an incoherent
noise
escape from Logan's throat.
"Ah t'ought ah un'erstood y' pain," Remy had to admit, "but ah di'nt."
Remy
knew now that the pain he'd been picking up from Wolverine through
his empathy
was just the tip of the iceburg. It was just a drop in the ocean. The
pain that
seeped out simply because there was no more room for it inside.
The human mind was like a vessel. And like any other vessel, of any
given size,
it was meant to only hold a certain volume. When that capacity is maxed
out,
anything more that is added to it only seeps out or spills over the
edge. And
Remy knew now, that the pain he'd felt from Wolverine was only that
which he
couldn't keep contained. It was just a drop in the bucket - overfill
as it
were- which his mind could not keep leaking out.
He needed to get Logan back to the mansion. Let him recover. Remy moved
to get
to his feet, keeping his grip on Wolverine's arms. He pulled at him
gently to
guide him to his feet, but stopped when he noticed Logan's chin was
trembling.
Logan was close to tears and Remy couldn't remember ever seeing the
man cry
before. He leaned forward to wrap his arms around the feral's shoulders,
to
give him a comforting embrace. As he did though, Logan slid from the
tree to
the ground. Falling to his knees at Remy's feet.
Remy blinked at him for a moment, thinking Wolverine was attempting
to resist
him, knowing there was no way LeBeau would be able to move his immense
weight.
Remy let out a sigh as he looked down at the stubborn man at his feet.
As he considered his options, Remy pursed his lips together and glanced
around
quickly. Then he heard a sound that made his brows knit together curiously.
And
he looked down at Wolverine in concern.
Logan was covering his face with both hands. And he was fighting to
remain
upright as his body wracked with uncontrollable sobs.
"Logan?" Remy asked, as he knelt down in front of his teammate. He reached
out
to rest his hand on Logan's head in an attempt to comfort him. When
he made
contact, Logan folded.
He curled forward, bringing his forehead to rest in Remy's lap, his
hands still
covering his face. He'd tried to cry silently before so as not to draw
attention to himself - to his weakness. But the physical contact that
Remy'd
made, and the sense of intense love he'd felt through the Cajun's 'charm'
power, overwhelmed the Wolverine.
He allowed his sorrow to escape in front of the younger man. He wanted
to be
comforted by him and feel his love. He was tired of pain and loneliness.
He
wanted peace... and the love that was offered. He wanted to give himself
over
to the beautiful Acadian, and trust him not to exploit his weaknesses
or his
fears.
Remy sensed these things from Logan through his empathy. The Wolverine
was
willing to trust in him. The Wolverine trusted no one, not to this
degree. And
the thought of it made Remy cry. He'd never been trusted like this
before, not
like this, so completely.
Remy weeped for the other man's pain, and leaned over his curled up
form.
Resting his head on Logan's back, he brought his arms up and crossed
them over
the Canadian as if trying to shelter him from the world.
Logan didn't pull away or try to recover his image of 'needing no one'.
Instead, he slowly moved his hands from his face and stretched his
arms out to
wrap them around Remy's waist. He clutched Remy's shirt in his fists
tightly as
if holding on for dear life.
"S'okay, chere." Remy whispered, trying to remain strong for the man
who was
putting so much trust in him. It was Remy's strength and purity of
love for him
that allowed Logan to feel he could let loose. And he did.
So many years of pain and torture and unfathomable loneliness poured
out of
Wolverine. And Remy held him tightly, letting him feel safe and secure
to do so.
"S'awraight, chere, Remy heah. S'okay." He whispered soothingly as he
rubbed
his hands gently across Logan's back. Turning his head, he pressed
his lips
against Logan's spine as he tried to hold the man together beneath
him. "Ah
love y', chere. Love y' sa much." He whispered, knowing Wolverine could
hear
him. And that was confirmed when Logan's arms tightened frighteningly
around
him.
Remy's heart soared with the embrace. Logan'd accepted his love. He
didn't push
him away. The man he'd wanted for so long was willing to accept his
affections
and put his trust in the former thief. He pulled Logan in tightly against
him,
holding him close, never wanting to let him go.
There would be plenty of time to help Logan with his pain. But, right
now, all
Remy wanted to do was let him feel loved and wanted. That was the most
important thing right now.
He allowed his hands to move over Logan's back, down his arms, around
his hips
and thighs. He touched and caressed as much of the man's body as he
could. Not
in a sexual way, just a 'human contact' way. Perhaps the other would
come
later, but for now Remy was completely content in this.
As the night drew on, Logan's pain and sorrow was given release in small
doses,
here and there, under Remy's loving guidance. They held each other
close -
Logan for the security and Remy in affection and care.
Logan was quiet, except for the occassional sob against Remy's chest.
But Remy
whispered to him continually throughout the night. Just a short phrase,
over
and over again, and it was enough. It was more than enough. It was
everything.
"Ah love y', Logan. Ah love y' sa much, chere."
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