Scott stood beside his wife and watched as the Cajun
wrapped himself around Wolverine like some kind of
snake, " 'M gonna miss y' Cher," he purred into the
shorter man's ear.

Logan pulled the Cajun close and captured his mouth in
a kiss that made Scott's toes curl. When he finally
released the boy he said softly, " I'll miss ya too
kid, but just think how great the welcome home will
be. That oughta get ya through the next three weeks."
He saw a sadness he couldn't bear in the beautiful
crimson eyes and pulled him close again. " It's just a
few weeks kiddo, we got the rest o' our lives after
that."

Remy nodded against his lover's shoulder. He could
feel the truth behind the words. Logan's love felt
like a soft old comforter around his heart and in his
mind and he didn't want to spoil the feeling with more
words.

Logan looked over to where Scott and Jean stood on the
other side of the foyer, " keep the kid out o' trouble
for me Jeannie."

The red head in guestion wrapped an arm around her
husband's waist with a smile. Watching "the boys" as
they'd come to be known, always had that affect on
her. Together for nearly six months now, that
wonderful newness of their relationship was still as
evident as the first day. It was like they were seeing
each other for the first time every time their eyes
met, and they had no control over it. The wonder, the
longing, the lust, the love... it was still there
every time. " I'll do my best Logan."

She turned to her husband, who was being
uncharacteristically quiet. Even the link they shared
was nothing more that a quiet buzz in the back of her
mind. They'd been having problems for a while now, it
was nothing she could put her finger on, things just
weren't... right. " I promise to stay out of trouble
too," she said as she hugged Scott close. If her eyes
had been opened she would have noticed the way he
looked at Logan in that instant. The way he seemed to
be trying to send him a silent message even though
Logan only had eyes for his Cajun.

Scott tried to stop the stiff posture when she pulled
him close, but he couldn't...not entirely. Logan was
in the room, what if he got the wrong impression! What
if he thought he WANTED Jean to hold him so close? He
broke the contact as quickly as he could, but forced
himself to smile at her. There was still the act to
play... it wasn't the right time to expose his plan.

Three weeks should do it. Three weeks away from the
damn Cajun should be enough time to convince the older
man... Gambit HAD to be using his empathy on the
rugged Canadian. There was no other explaination for
why he didn't notice how much the team leader wanted
him.

His cock twitched at the thought of Logan, but it was
Jean who leaned in and whispered, " Hold that thought
lover. I'll be home in three weeks. Logan is right you
know, the welcome home could be wonderful."

He pulled out of her arms without even a glance at
her, " Don't worry about Logan, Gambit. I have plans
for him."

Logan kissed his Cajun softly on the cheek, " He'll
have me workin' my ass off by six every mornin'."

" Don' tire him too much Cyke, I already got PLANS f'
him the second I get back." He pulled his lover a few
steps away from the curious ears of the team leader
and his wife and leaned close, taking his lover's lobe
in his teeth and nibbling. His tongue then followed
the familiar contours and plunged in to the ear he
loved to torture.

Logan felt a tremor of excitement run through his
body. Remy had stumbled on to this little trick
completely by accident a few weeks into their
relationship, and it still took away his breath. He
felt his knees weaken and held tight to the taller
man, " Damn kid... you ain't gonna make yer plane if
ya keep that up."

"'S jus' so y' don' forget m'." Remy pulled back and
looked deeply into the deep waters of Logan's eyes.

Once again Logan saw the tiniest hint of fear in
Remy's eyes, " Nothin' in Heaven or on Earth could
make me forget you..." The fear melted away into pure,
sweet love, and behind that, stronger than the
adamantium that covered Logan's bones, was a deep and
unwavering trust in the man who now owned his heart.
Logan smacked the younger man's butt playfully, " Get
out o' here."

Jean tried to figure out the look on Scott's face as
he watched the two men say a final good-bye. Maybe he
was still having trouble with the fact that they were
gay. He could be funny about things like that. " We'll
call as soon as we arrive." She went to kiss her
husband only to find his cheek instead of his lips,
Remy and Logan were looking at her a little strangely
and she blushed under their gaze. " Good- bye Scott."

He said nothing in return.

*****

"'M turnin' into an old woman," Logan mumbled as he
gazed out the window into the pitch black of the
moonless night. Three weeks... three long weeks with
no communication since Remy and Jean arrived at their
"secret" location because Cyke didn't want to spook
the contact. It made no sense! How would the damn
contact know if his lover called to say hello, I'm
still alive. If HE told said lover I miss you so much
it hurts.

He wandered over to The Bed. Remy put a huge bow in
the middle of it the night they decided that sleeping
in separate beds was too unimaginable to even consider
anymore. It was Remy's most cherished possession. More
than the original art on the walls. More than the much
loved, and much played, old piano in the corner... The
Bed meant HOME to Remy. It meant belonging and
trusting and unconditional love, and it made Logan
want to weep when he said,
" it's OURS now."

Scott stood outside the door of the room Logan shared
with the thief. He never told Logan that he knew
exactly how the mission was going OR that Jean and
Gambit would be home that night. It was finally time
to make his move. He never thought he stood a ghost of
a chance with Logan, he thought he'd spend his life
secretly wanting him from afar. Then one night about
three months ago Jean happened to mention to him that
Logan was actually interested in HIM for a while. She
joked that Logan was flirting with her to get to him.
She laughed at the expression on Scott's face, it was
one of total shock even without being able to see his
eyes. She then patted his shoulder and told him that
he didn't need to worry about it because the moment
Logan met Remy he was truly and deeply in love with
the Cajun. It was almost as quickly that the younger
man returned his feelings and the seemingly endless
fireworks that was their relationship had begun.

Well if Logan was interested before, he could be
interested again. All he had to do was get rid of the
damn Cajun. He saw Logan first anyway... if anyone
deserved to be with Wolverine it was HIM!

*****
The knock on the bedroom door startled Logan out of
his musings, " Yeah, it's open."

Cyclops opened the door and stepped into the room. The
lights were off in the bedroom and the light from the
hall made him look like a shadow in the doorway for as
long as it took him to close it. He had taken the
liberty of "borrowing " the Cajun's favorite old
sweatshirt a few weeks back. It was big and loose on
the boy so it fit him rather well. He also helped
himself to the boy's favorite shampoo and cologne, the
beast inside Logan was driven by scent...

" Remy?" Logan's nose caught the scent immediately,
but it was wrong somehow.

" If you wan' me to be..." Scott tried to imitate the
Cajun's sexy accent... he'd been practicing for
months. It added to the illusion that he
needed if his plan was to work.

" Cyke? What the hell are y-"

Scott strode forward and silenced the man with a kiss.

" He's gone, but I'm here... I'm right here..." He
forced himself on the shorter man, filling his senses
with the familiar scents, the familiar feel of the
kid's favorite shirt. It HAD to work...

Logan took a deep breath... Oh god, he missed the kid.
He couldn't stop himself from burying his nose in the
soft brown...(brown?) hair and inhaling. It had been
so long.

Logan would kill him for pulling this stunt, but the
beast inside didn't worry so much about the little
differences. His whole plan revolved around trying to
entice the beast inside the man. He reached out and
stroked the (Oh god it WAS) magnificent cock through
the soft, worn denim and was rewarded with an
unconscious moan. His fingers quickly worked open the
button and pulled down the zipper. He had to touch the
man... he had to finally feel that hot flesh that he'd
been dreaming of... THERE! And even better than he'd
imagined it would be.

Logan was getting lost in sensations. REMY... He could
smell REMY. There was a hand working his pants open
and he was suddenly in the strong grip. He ground
against it, that hand in his pants. Remy... the beast
told him. It's Remy, you smell him, you FEEL him...

But his logical mind fought the beast.
The smell was... wrong.
The hand was... wrong.

He started to pull away and the hand pulled him free
of the tight jeans that held him, an insistent mouth
crushed his own...

Logan fell against the not quite right body and
surrendered to the desires of the beast. He missed the
kid so bad! He wanted him so much! It wasn't RIGHT
when Remy was away and he'd been gone so long...

*****

The taxi pulled away from the Mansion leaving it's
occupants standing by the steps to the elegant estate.

" I was expecting a welcome home at least," Jean said
to the tall young man at her side.

She started reaching for her bag, but Remy batted her
hand away and carried both bags up the stairs and into
the house, " Y' can pick it up t'morrow. D' y' wan' me
t' walk y' down t' the boathouse?" Remy was a little
surprised at the absence of a welcome too. He all but
ached to feel Logan's arms wrapped around him. This
was the longest they'd been separated since five and a
half months ago when they first met. No one had gone
so far as separating them on missions yet.

" No, I can feel how badly you want to be with Logan,"
she said with a smile. She opened her link with Scott
and found that where ever he was he was excited. Maybe
the time apart was what they needed to jump-start
their troubled marriage. " Scott seems excited too,
maybe that's a good sign."

Remy took her hand and brought it to his lips for a
gentle kiss. " Don' worry Chere, he hasn' felt right
t' m' lately either," he tapped his temple, " but this
time apart... it will be okay."

Jean smiled up at him with a blush on her cheeks,
"Good-night Remy. I'll see you in the morning."

Remy chuckled," correction Chere, I ain' seen Logan in
three weeks, I'll see y' at dinnertime... maybe."

Remy picked up his bag and took the stairs two at a
time. The closer he got to their room, the more the
urgency to see his lover became. He was outside the
room before he realized it and his smile and his heart
felt too large to be contained. He opened the door...

*****

The beast was in control completely now, it threw the
responsive body against the bed and tore off the pants
that were in the way of what it wanted. It wasn't tall
enough, the hair wasn't as long or as soft, the smell
wasn't QUITE right, but it was close enough for the
beast. He was pounding into the warm tight body...
(why didn't he feel the love and trust touching his
mind like he usually could?) He was so close... (it
wasn't RIGHT) The door behind him opened and the last
thing the beast remembered hearing was a gasp, a cruel
laugh that turned into a moan of completion, and Remy
falling to his knees by the door...

TBC