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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 9
- 10
- 11
See disclaimers, notes, and warnings in first chapter

CH
9

/842/

That�s how many pebbles there were embedded in the first
textured tile in the far corner of the ceiling, directly above the head of the
bed in Remy�s room. Ruby orbs slanted towards the digital clock beside
his bed and noted the reading of 3:15 am. With a sigh, he turned back to
the ceiling, deciding he needed to do something even more mundane to lull
himself to sleep. He had already tried counting sheep, but that scene
kept turning into a mini-Disney movie complete with singing animals. The
vision had provoked a wistful grin from the thief. /Not as jaded as
most would t�ink./ He started counting the
tiles in his room, using only the glow of moonlight peaking through his window
as a guide. His extraordinary night vision didn�t require much light to
take in the surroundings. He continued to count, but his mind wandered to
the events of the day.

Logan
had gotten under his skin and Remy didn�t know exactly what to make of
it. It wasn�t so much that he knew the older man was attracted to him;
hell, he had been with enough people over the years to realize his looks were
his greatest asset. He�d had no need to use his charm, and had been
keeping it under tight control, as was evident by the nagging, constant
headache from keeping his shields in place. Rather, it was that electric
spark and his own reactions to the feral that irked
him. In all the times he had been with another, whether willingly or not,
he had never felt this way; never felt so willing to drop his mask and let the
big man feel the tingling sensation that tracked through his body when they�
touched��

Damn, he lost count.

Remy started again, trying to focus on the monotonous task
of counting tiles that he hoped would bring his mind some peace. Half-way
through the second row, he wandered off again. He chastised himself for
actually opening up to the feral�s questions. That was so unlike
him. Only once before had he ever done that, he thought as a twinge of
pain rose over the loss of his adopted father and brother. There was
something about Logan
that attracted him. And what about the spark of
electricity? While it was true that the older man had metal within
him, that metal was still surrounded by living flesh and blood; something which
Remy just could not charge�or rather couldn�t charge before. He recalled
the blocks that his master had removed to help this little ruse play out more
realistically. Was he beginning to lose control again? The thought
sent a bolt of fear through his body, memories threatening to overwhelm
him. Everything he had done and endured, from the thieving and whoring to
the severe punishments, were nothing compared to the possibility of killing
again. There was no doubt in his mind that if his power surged out of control enough to kill, that he would lose
what little of his soul was left. He made a promise to himself
to end his own life before allowing his abilities to end others.

�Merde� he hissed to himself as he realized he would once
again have to start over. With renewed effort and determination, he
focused everything on counting the tiles. Ironically, the very exercise
designed to help him fall asleep was undoubtedly causing the opposite; his mind
focusing on the task with diligence. After successfully counting the
tiles, now he needed to calculate the amount of acoustic texturing that might
be on the ceiling. Assuming each panel had approximately 850 pebbles,
multiplying that by the number of tiles. /�carry de one/ Finally, he had his answer. Pleased, he smiled
with the thought that, if nothing else, several hours must have passed.
Casting a glance towards the side table, his smile faltered as he read the
digital face blinking 3:27 am; twelve minutes passing in all this time.
With a groan, he flung an arm across his eyes. It was one of those
nights, where the mind races and sleep eludes. Perhaps there were other
things he could do? He thought for a moment. It was too late to
take the Morlocks food; he would never make it to the city and back before the
light of day. Moving around downstairs was sure to invite the
light-sleeping feral next door; something that Remy wasn�t ready to face
yet. He had no books to read; he really needed to remedy that fairly
soon. With a sigh, he decided to remain in bed and hope that sleep would
claim him. Before long, it did just that as he drifted off into a deep
sleep.

He was awakened a scant two hours later by a heavy knock on
the door. At first he thought it was a dream. But no, he hadn�t
been asleep long enough to actually start dreaming. The rapping sound
came again and Remy slowly opened his eyes. He staggered out of bed,
heedless of his nude body, and made his way to the bedroom door. Logan was
just about to knock once more, his knuckles raised, when the door swung open to
reveal a ruffled young man with a scowl on his face.

�QUOI?� Remy demanded a
little louder than he intended as he braced one hand on the frame and kept the
other on the knob of the door, his eyes half closed with sleep.

Logan
blinked, then drew his eyes slowly down the figure in
front of him. To say he didn�t appreciate the picture was to say the
Earth was flat. As consciousness finally roused him and the realization
of his nakedness dawned, Remy had the strange urge to cover himself. He
had never been ashamed of his body. It was a tool to be used for gain
just like any other and he was accustomed to the admiring stares he
received. But this was different and he frowned at the sudden onset of
modesty.

Determined not to let the man get under his skin again, he
threw his chin up defiantly. �Somet�ing I can do for you?�

Logan
leered at the young man for a moment making his appreciation of the thief�s
body all too clear. �Maybe another time Cajun.
Right now, it�s time to start your session. Be in my room in ten
minutes.� With that, he started to turn but paused as he glanced
back. �And just so ya don�t misunderstand, pants are required.�

Remy flushed with shame as he watched the back of the feral
disappear into the other room. It wasn�t like he meant to flash the older
man. He just wasn�t thinking in his groggy
state. Slamming the door closed, he gathered his things and headed for
the showers. �Salaud� he muttered to himself before moving down the hall.

Ten minutes later Remy found himself standing outside the
older man�s room, his hair still damp from the wash. The door was
slightly ajar in invitation, so he pushed it open and slipped into the
room. Logan�s
room was similar to Remy�s in appearance and furniture, yet there were some
personalizations of interest. His eyes were drawn to a katana sheathed in
an ornate cover resting atop a black stand on the dresser. There were
various framed pictures about the walls depicting views of the Canadian
mountains as well as oriental settings.

Remy strolled over to the nightstand and carefully lifted a
rose made out of paper. �What dis?�

Logan
was laying out two cushioned mats on the floor facing the dresser on which the
sword stood when he paused to look at what the boy was holding. �It�s
origami. That�s Japanese for paper folding. Rogue�.one of the
students made it for me in art class.�

�Oh. Kinda like making a paper airplane, neh?� he
absently remarked as he studied the form.

Logan
shrugged. �Yeh, I guess. Ready?�

Remy gently lowered the flower back to its original place
and moved over to where the feral was stretching. With his arms folded
across his chest in a defensive posture, he watched the older man. �What
you want me to do?�

�Stretch.� Said
as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. So Remy began to
do just that. First he bent at the waist, lowering his arms slowly until
his fingers laid flat on the floor while his legs remained straight. He
stayed that way through several deep breaths before shifting the legs apart to
work the inner thighs. After lunging a few times, going deeper and lower
with each step, Remy stood upright and raised his arms above his head to reach
for an imaginary spot on the ceiling. His eyes remained closed the whole
time, thus he failed to notice his shirt riding up to teasingly bare a pale
strip of skin, much to Logan�s enjoyment. The slow burn as his muscles
pulled and loosened teetered between pain and pleasure, and Remy found it
difficult to suppress a gratified moan. Rather, he rotated his head
languidly in circles around his shoulders.

Slowly opening his eyes, he smirked as he watched the older
man staring at him hungrily. �What now, homme?�

�Now we need ya to find a focal point.� At the boy�s
obvious confusion, Logan
continued. �See that katana there? I focus on that, clearing my
mind of all external distractions until all I see is the sword, at which point
I can begin to ride out any emotions, narrowing it down to reach a state of
peace.�

Logan
looked around his room to search for a suitable object when Remy whipped out a
card and held it in front of the feral. �Will dis do?�

Logan
nodded and then glanced enquiringly at the younger man. �A Joker? You pick that because it�s a wild card?�

Remy smiled sadly, his eyes losing focus for a moment as he
fingered the face of the card. �Non. It because he�s a fool.�

The boy was in another world already and the session had
only just begun. Logan
frowned and stepped forward to slowly remove the card from Remy�s
fingers. The movement shook the thief loose from self imposed hypnosis,
and he merely winked at the feral as if to show the man that all was
well. Logan
stood the card against the dresser drawer on the floor directly in front of the
first pillow and instructed Remy to sit cross-legged. For his part, he
moved to the cushion directly behind the boy and joined him on the floor.

�Now clear your mind and focus on the card. If ya get distracted,
then close your eyes and see the card in your mind.�

Remy rolled his eyes and stared at the joker. What in
the world this was supposed to accomplish was beyond him.
It seemed more a waste of time than anything else. As if reading his
thoughts, Logan
explained. �The purpose of this is to learn how to relax, to find peace
in yourself. It�s also a way to heal yourself
emotionally. By finding a balance within, ya�ll be able to control your
powers better.�

The older man pressed a hand to Remy�s back. Feeling
the kid immediately tense at the unexpected contact, he yanked his hand away as
if burned. Clearing his throat he fought to keep his voice steady.
�Straighten the back up a bit, try to keep your muscles relaxed, drop your shoulders.� He placed the tips of his
fingers onto Remy�s shoulders gently pushing them down, determined not to
increase the area of contact any more than necessary. �Focus on your
object and concentrate on your breathing. Ya�ll start to pick up on things
with your senses if ya just let yourself go.�

Remy tried to focus but he felt distracted by the ghost of
the touch on his back and the heat of the man sitting closely behind him.
His breathing increased and his arms twitched slightly with nervous energy.

�Ya gotta try and relax. Concentrate on the
card.� Logan
murmured. Remy noted how surprisingly gentle the big man�s voice could
be. Logan
continued. �Trace the outline of the picture with your eyes, until you
can see it in detail when your eyes are closed.� Logan paused
a moment and was pleased to see the boy�s arms relax into stillness.
�Now, think about breathing. Inhale through your mouth slowly,
let your lungs fill right to the bottom.� Remy breathed in. �hold it �til
the count of four, then exhale it slowly through your mouth.� He followed
the instructions, listening to Logan
as he too kept to the steady pattern of breaths. A
stillness descended on the room, only the deep repetitive breathing of
the two men broke the silence. �Now�, Logan finally spoke, �try to
breathe deeply in through your nose, out through your mouth.� Remy
complied, the smell of feral filling his nostrils and sending a shiver down his
spine. Driving his focus away from his instructor, he stared harder at
the card. Logan
murmured his approval in a soft low voice as he heard the kid catch onto the
technique instantly.

Remy focused ever deeper and started to drift, relaxing
despite himself. /Must keep hold of my
shields./ He became acutely aware of the
sound of his breathing, the wind lightly blowing just beyond the window pane,
and the proximity of the man sitting directly behind him. For his part, Logan was
having difficulty centering his attention on his focal point. His
nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the boy in front of him. He
slowly lowered his eyes to the auburn mane, noticing the sheen and silkiness as
it fell across the boy�s shoulders. His eyes drifted lower to take in the
curves of his neck as it blended into the shoulder and the sharp protrusions of
the blades in Remy�s back. /No wonder the kid was stealing food; he�s
nearly skin and bone./ Not that it bothered Logan to see
that skin and bone. His line of vision followed the spine down to the
curve of the boy�s buttocks and hips, and he found his throat running
dry. He swallowed hard and tried to concentrate. There was no way
he was going to be a decent teacher of meditation techniques if he couldn�t
rein in his own hormones. The reactions he was having to this newcomer
were strange. He hadn�t felt this way about another since��

Logan
jerked his chin up and forced himself to concentrate on the katana.
Regulating his thoughts as he had learned to master so long ago, he listened to
the kid and smiled as he recognized the trance-like quality and steady
breathing. It might not take as long to teach Remy how to take advantage
of the relaxation techniques as he initially thought, but Logan would
enjoy it for as long as it did.

He managed to meditate after all, despite the delicious
distraction in front of him. After some time passed, he took one last
deep breath. Speaking low and soft, he began to bring the boy back.
�Let your mind begin to find its way back to the room, focus on the things
around ya; the noises outside, the clock ticking. Make a ball with your
fists, squeeze them tight and release, flex your fingers and feel the blood
flow. Feel your body become heavy again, roll
your head and feel the joints working.� Logan watched, transfixed by the
boys fluid, almost balletic movements as he stretched out from the
meditation. Remy breathed deep one final time, sighing from the calmness
that flowed through his body. He hadn�t been this relaxed in a long
time. Logan
shifted to stand. �That�s enough for today.�

�Oh chere, I was just getting warmed up.� The boy
grinned as he turned to face his instructor.

�You�re supposed to meet with the Professor after ya
eat. And it�s your turn to cook breakfast.�

Logan
rose deftly to his feet and without thinking, put his hand out to help the boy
up. The two locked eyes as Logan realized his mistake, and
he quickly brushed his hand down the side of his jeans, turning away with a
scowl on his face.

Remy climbed slowly to his feet, rolling his shoulders in
the process. �Seem like it always my turn to cook, hehn?� The
sarcastic remark was made without any heat and he noticed the side of Remy�s
mouth quirk upwards.

�Yeh, well that�s because ya can.�
Logan
snorted. �Unless, of course, ya want me to burn ya some
bacon.� He chuckled and began to gather up everything as Remy
moved towards the door.

At the threshold, Remy stopped and turned back to the
older man. �Logan?�
The feral paused for a moment and looked up at the ruby orbs piercing
him. Remy ducked his head to let his hair fall forward and hide his
face. �T�anks, mon ami.� With that, he
turned and slipped out of the room.

Logan
simply stared at the vacated spot for a moment, then
smiled. �Anytime kid.�

End ch 9

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