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BEAUTIFUL DISASTER	By : YamanashiOchinashiIminashi Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 12 of 15
Bright sun light seeping through the curtains was not what woke Remy up. It was a noise. It was soft and almost undetectable but it was there, right outside the bedroom door. Charlie was supposed to stay in jail for 24 hours. Remy had no idea what time it was but he was one hundred percent sure that it was time to act! This time he was ready. He was still lying sprawled on Logan with his hands around his neck. It was perfect to discreetly reach under the pillow.
“Freeze!”
Scott froze with his hands up. There was a man in Logan’s bed. He was lying ON Logan and was holding a gun pointed right at his glasses.
Remy’s attitude didn’t change much seeing it was not Charlie sneaking around in Logan’s bedroom. He immediately recognized the face that was now his worst nightmare, so he released the safety catch just to scare Scott a little bit more. Unfortunately he didn’t get much time to enjoy the wonderful moment because his command woke up Logan.
“Rem! What the FUCK are you doing?! Put that down! NOW!”
Remy quickly locked the gun and put it back under the pillow. He didn’t want to piss off Logan more than he already did.
“You keep a gun in my bed?!”
Remy smiled sweetly raising his eyebrows. He knew he looked cute like that.
“I thought it was Charlie, chère.”
“YOU KEEP A GUN UNDER MY PILLOW?!”
“Don’t raise your voice, chère …”
“Is it fucking loaded?!”
“Why? Do you want to shoot me?”
“YES, but I don’t want to make a mess in my bedroom! Don’t bring gun to this house!”
“I DIDN’T! It was lying by the phone!”
“Because you’ve left it there when you came to shoot ME!”
“Back then I came to give a blow job, chère, and gun sometimes come in handy…”
Scott had enough. “Guys! We’ll wait in the kitchen. Sorry for… barging in…”
Logan almost jumped out of bed to catch the leaving Scott but realized that his ex wasn’t there alone.
“Wait… I… I’ll be right there.”
Scott went slowly to the kitchen trying to ignore the clothes scattered all over the place. When he came in he tried to believe that they were Logan’s but now he knew for sure they were not. His girlfriend looked pissed.
“I told you that you shouldn’t use your key, Scott.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t want to listen to her at the moment. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. Marie told him on the phone that there was nothing between Logan and that… that…. criminal! It was supposed to be nice and… He wanted to see Logan again… Meanwhile he was naked and fucked some other guy in their bed… It hurt. And it hurt so much… so much that he couldn’t breathe.
Logan jumped out of bed, quickly pulled on some jeans and ran to the kitchen.
“Scott… I’m really sorry for all this…”
Scott looked pale and weak and distressed. Logan hated to see him suffer but it was not his place to do anything about it. Scott’s chosen one stood right beside him, glaring daggers at Logan’s bare torso where, her fiancé slowly rested his forehead. Scott hung on Logan’s neck shocking him so much that he didn’t even returned the hug.
“Scott…?”
Scott didn’t answer but Logan could feel his irregular heartbeat and recognized all too well what was going on.
“Scott!” He picked up the smaller man bridal style and carried him to the couch in the living room.
“Where are his meds?”
The stunned ‘girlfriend’ obviously had no idea what Logan was talking about. “What meds?”
“For cardioneurosis, what else?!” Logan was angry and scared. She was his fucking girlfriend! She should know!
“I’m sorry, Logan….. I thought I’m fine now. I didn’t have any problems since…” Logan understood. Scott was alright since he wasn’t around. He got sick when they started their relationship and Logan knew it was because the teacher was too emotional when it came to him. He quickly rummaged through the drawers and various cabinets.
“Shit, nothing’s left….”
Finally he brought some little vile.
“That will have to do for now. Come on Scott, take it.”
He was helping Scott to drink some water when Remy, stretching and yawing entered the room, looking impossibly sexy in Logan’s collared shirt. He caught all three pairs of eyes on his body and smiled in satisfaction before realizing that one pair of eyes looked pretty weird.
“What did you do to him, chère? He looks like shit…”
Logan hesitated for a moment before answering.
“I didn’t do anything! He’s got cardioneurosis! I guess welcoming him with a loaded gun was too much for his nerves, so move your skinny ass and go to Hank. Bring some tranquillizers.”
“He won’t give me that!”
“Just tell him it’s for Scott’s seizure! He treated him many times before. He will know what to give you.”
“And what will I get if he go?” Remy teasingly played with a brim of the shirt he was wearing and smiled seductively.
“You can get a kick if won’t!”
“I was just joking, chère. I’m off!”
Remy leaned down to the kneeling Logan and kissed him on the cheek. Logan’s heart skipped a beat and his eyes never left Remy’s lean figure as he walked to the bedroom to put on some clothes. This kid was impossible, so beautiful, sexy and surprisingly affectionate. And those legs…. They felt perfect wrapped around his body, pulling him closer, deeper… This man’s devilish charm was irresistible.
Scott’s half lidded eyes watched Logan instead. The way he looked at this guy… it was stabbing at Scott’s heart, ripping it apart. He wanted to grab Logan’s head and turn it back. It’s not that he only wanted Logan’s eyes on him. He just didn’t want Logan to look at anyone else like THAT. Everything he saw this morning was what he always wanted to have with Logan. The way that those two man interacted was free and easy and Scott envied them that. He was never able to be like that with Logan. You could say he loved him too much to ever stop worrying. This rugged criminal achieved in one week something he never managed in almost four years. Around Remy Logan was a different person. Or more like he were a different person when he had been with Scott. That man kneeling now in front of him was the old Logan, cool, funny, dangerous, free…. That was the Logan that Scott had fallen in love all those years ago. He tamed that man for some time and now his heart hurt seeing that maybe it wasn’t good for Logan. Maybe he never really matched with Scott… It was another scary thought that made his chest tighten. He needed his meds…
“So…” Logan’s voice was husky and low. Scott loved it, especially when it was like that, a bit raspy… Scott knew what it meant. He would know that Logan had a really GOOD night just hearing that voice, but of course countless hickeys and scratches all over his body were a clear indication to…
“So… You calmed down without me around, huh?”
Scott tried to find his voice but it was so hard to look at Logan and not be able to touch him…
“I… I didn’t have any problems since we…”
“Hmmm… That’s what I thought so. I always thought it was my fault and I was right it seems.”
Scott sat up. “It’s not your fault, Logan! It’s mine!”
Logan gently pushed him back down onto the cushions.
“No, Scott… We both know what it means.”
He looked up at the girl who was now standing with her arms crossed on her chest and watched them with unshed tears in her eyes.
“If you’ll excuse me…. I’ll go take a shower and put some clothes on, ok?”
She didn’t even nodded, just watched as her fiancé was literally swooning for another man. She knew Scott still loved Logan, he never tried to hide it or lie that he didn’t. But to see it right in front of her eyes was too much…. Would it be alright? She was always telling herself that with how far from Logan they lived… everything would be alright. But she had no idea that their bond was so strong. She had never seen Scott like that. She hated the way he looked at like he were some godly wonder. With the way he behaved she wouldn’t be surprised if he cancelled their unofficial engagement…
When they were left alone in Logan’s living room the only sound that filled the silence was from the shower. Scott didn’t know what to say. He thought he was ready for this… He thought he could face Logan like a friend but apparently he couldn’t. He still wanted him. If Logan as much as said a word… What would he do..? Logan’s couch smelled like him and it was filling his head with memories he shouldn’t be thinking about at the moment. A boner right now would be a final straw for the woman glaring him from the other side of the room. She wasn’t making it any easier for him… not at all… He knew it probably wasn’t easy for her too but…. Gods… He should probably say something… but what? She knew what he was thinking about anyway.
Logan came back dressed in jeans and black T-shirt. He almost tripped over the tension that was filling the air. It hit him like a wall and he was strongly tempted to simply turn around and leave. But he knew that he was at least partially guilty for the heavy atmosphere in the room, so as a host he felt obliged to at least try to fix it.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself…” He approached the woman fuming by the door with his outstretched hand but she didn’t make any move to shake it.
“I know who you are Mr. Howlett.”
Scott didn’t make an attempt to get up this time but it was his turn to make the necessary introductions.
“Logan this is my girlfriend Jane, honey this is Logan…”
Jane? Now when Logan looked at her she looked awfully like Jean, Scott ex girlfriend, which Logan used to try to hit on…. Another dark aspect of their past… They were both Marie’s teachers and they were engaged…. Logan couldn’t help but flirt with the redhead but life wasn’t always what we expect and he… ended up falling for Scott instead.
That was another Jean/Jane and Scott once again brought her here…. Bad move in Logan’s opinion.
So, no ‘pleased to meet you’ form her. Obviously she wasn’t going to make it any easier for him either.
“I know you’re probably very far from being pleased about this meeting, especially with the way it stated - with a gun and all… and continued - with Scott’s sickness… and all… but I want you to know that I’m… I am very glad I could met you. I hope you are what he is looking for… I mean I KNOW you are, because he has chosen you, so you must be perfect. And I really hope you’ll make him happy, Jean…”
“It’s Jane!”
“Shit… I’m sorry…” Form the way she glared at him she knew about Jean too… There was no point in trying to get into her good books after that gaffe. She would rip him apart if she could, that much was obvious. But Logan needed to make it work somehow… for Scott.
“Would you like some coffee or tea or…”
“No, I’m good.”
Of course… Maybe he should actually leave them alone instead of trying to fix their relationship. He looked at Scott. His eyes were pleading Logan o not leave him alone with her again but Logan didn’t want to stay there either… In the past he would do everything to please Scott but… now Scott was with HER and it was her job to take care of Scott. He didn’t spend much time around Remy but it was enough for Logan to act like himself again. He didn’t have to walk on eggshells around Cajun and he fucking loved it. Remy was a guy so Logan treated him like any other guy. With Scott he had made a mistake. Back then it was too new to him so… he treated him kind of like a girl… Now that he thought about It seemed ridiculously stupid and weird.
For a moment he didn’t know what to do. Out of habit he almost jumped into his old routine of responding to Scott’s every whim but he stopped himself just in time. Scott’s blue eyes were always a good weapon against Logan. He could never resist their shine but… He was really tired after the exhausting night and he needed his caffeine… He would rather if Remy made it but since he was gone he would do it himself… or at least boil some water until he got back. The kid made amazing coffee. Now the priority was to flee the room.
“Suit yourself.”
He only shrugged and even winked playfully at Scott before he simply strode off to the kitchen. It was great to be free from under the petticoat government … I mean from under Scott’s thumb… With that thought Logan realized he had been whipped! Oh, school teachers and their methods…. !
Before he managed to reach his destination Remy burst in like breeze of fresh air chasing out uneasiness to which he seemed completely oblivious.
“Hey, crock! Remy’s got your meds!”
“Who’s Remy?” Despite her angry façade Jane seemed genuinely worried that Scott’s medication may not be there just yet. Remy smiled charmingly.
“I’m Remy, Mademoiselle! Remy LeBeau!”
Remy gave the woman one of his theatrical deep bows and kissed her hand. Even though she was hell bent to stay angry she couldn’t stop the small smile and a slight blush. She loved Scott but she wasn’t blind. This French man was gorgeous!
“Where’s my lord and master?”
The answer came from behind his left ear.
“Did you bring the meds?”
Remy jumped slightly and turned to face Logan. The older man’s hair was still moist and he smelled like a shampoo and tooth paste. Remy wanted to hug him so not thinking much about their guests he just did it. He buried his face in Logan’s neck and hummed contented.
“Oui… Meds are on the coffee table.”
Logan’s first reaction was to hug him back. He wrapped his arms around the lithe body but then he caught Scott’s eyes and pushed Remy way by his hips.
“Not now, Cajun. Why don’t you go and make me some coffee.”
“Sure, chère.” Remy kissed Logan’s neck and was making the first stride to walk out of the room when he saw Logan’s gaze. He was looking at Scott. He didn’t want Remy to hug him because of that wimp!
“Don’t mind me, Logan. I have my meds now. I’ll survive through the scene of the two of you hugging each other.”
The way Scott said it put Logan on edge. He hated that sarcastic tone in his voice.
“If you’re worried that I may think that it bothers you to see me with the kid…”
But Scott interrupted him. “What if it does?”
There was a moment of VERY awkward silence but it lasted only until Remy had found his voice.
“Stop messing around with his head, homme!” He pointed an accusing finger at the man on the couch.
“Shut up, Cjaun…”
“Me? Aren’t you yelling at the wrong guy?”
“I think YOU got something wrong in here, Cajun, not me!”
“Sure, it seems that Remy’s all wrong anyway! Everything I do is always wrong and all I ever hear from you is chasing me away!!!”
“Just shut up!”
“No! I aint done yet! It’s not my fault that I’m not perfect, like your dear beloved teacher but you know what…”
“NO! And I don’t want to listen to this. Just SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He needed to think, to analyze what Scott said. What did he mean. Why did he said that?
“He’s NOT as special and perfect as you think, chère. First he dumped you for a job and now he’s coming here to show off his fiancé even though he knows you’re still in love with him!”
“SHUT UP!” He knew that Scott knows about his feelings but he didn’t want to tell him this, especially now, when he wasn’t so sure if it was still true. He loved Scott, but was he really in love with him? Was he?
“He just tries to…”
Logan’s patience wore thin. Was this kid never going to shut up? What the hell has gotten into him? He grabbed Remy by the collar and pushed him against the wall.
“Go on, mon ami. Hit me! You wanted to do it since you’ve met me, right?”
“Don’t tempt me, kid!” Logan really was on edge and he was never patient when he was angry.
“You are a real asshole Logan, you know that? No wonder that even this whiny teacher couldn’t stand you! Because you’re a bastard and a stupid prick!”
Logan dragged him through the hall to the entrance door .
“Just get the fuck out of here before I lose my patience!”
Remy grabbed the door frame, still bravely fighting with the overwhelming strength of the bigger man.
“Noooo…. I won’t let you to kick me out! I need to tell you something first!”
Soon after that Remy was alone on Logan’s porch staring at the closed door. The sound of lock told him that it was too late to pull the handle so he hits and kicks at the door calling Logan’s name mixed with countless curses in two different languages.
Logan went back to his ‘guests’ and tried to ignore all this impossible noise the Cajun was making.
“Remy was just leaving…”
Where did the humor come from? He suddenly realized that after all this tousle he cooled off a bit. Somehow Remy’s words and the way he fought him and… the way he actually… fought FOR him… It made Logan want to smile. Maybe the kid was right. Scott showed up just as he was starting to deal with their break up. Did he come to show off or because of that phone call when Remy answered his phone… It didn’t matter. He was here and Logan had to deal with it. With the crazy Cajun jumping all around his house he would have to deal later.
“Listen, Scott, I…” Remy’s screams made him want to laugh, but he really needed to say what he had to say.”First of all I really think you should watch what you’re saying around your girlfriend.” The banging suddenly stopped and Logan managed to continue.
“Besides I think you should also watch what you say to me. I understand that you don’t feel well but all the drama you’re trying to make here is even worse than that Circus Remy is performing outside and…”
And then he had to swallow his own words when he heard much louder noise, almost like explosion, coming from the door. He turned around just in time to see the black Ninja shooting through the closed door into his hall. He stood dumbfounded just staring and praying that Remy was alright. When the kid started to pick himself up from under the heavy vehicle he didn’t even try to hide the heavy sigh of pure relief.
“Ok, scratch that. Remy’s better!”
The boy looked cute when he clumsily stood up dusting himself and trying to get rid of the wooden pieces of the door from his auburn locks.
“Did… did you just say Remy’s better? At what?”
Logan couldn’t help but smile. “At making a mess for example…”
“Oh…” Remy looked disappointed and nervously picked on the huge tear that door had tore in his T-shirt. Or more precisely it was Logan’s T-shirt….
“I’m sorry for the T-shirt…”
Logan raised his eyebrows. Remy loved when he did that. He did something like that also right after the peak of his orgasm.
“…aaand for the door.” Remy gestured to the mess in the hall with one hand. Logan tried hard not to laugh.
He had no idea what Remy had been living through at these long seconds of uncertainty. What was he thinking?! Logan was going to kill him for that!
“You just finished fixing this bike yesterday, Cajun…”
“…Yea, I know but.… I needed to tell you something! And you closed the door! ”
“Right… there is no door anymore, Cajun. What was so fucking important?!”
“I… I can’t remember anymore, ‘cause you’re yelling. You make me nervous…”
“I make you nervous?”
“Oui..”
“Just a minute ago I though you broke your neck and it is ME who made YOU nervous?”
Remy looked at Logan curiously to confirm his suspicion that he wasn’t angry about the door. He was just worried about Remy! But just to be sure he asked:
“Are you mad?”
“Why would I be mad at you? For ripping this hole in my favorite T-shirt or for bringing a gun in here, almost shooting my guest, destroying the hall, annihilating the door, parking your bike in the entrance to the living room, making a mess I don’t even want to try to clean and once again doing show for the neighbors?”
Remy paled. Maybe Logan actually was angry but was too tired to show it…
“ No, Cajun, I’m so relieved that you didn’t add your dead body to the list that I’m actually not even mad. I seriously have no idea how would I explain the police how did you kill yourself on the bike in my hall…”
Logan looked at Remy waiting for his reaction. The kid looked so scared and miserable. He was hardly even able to speak. Finally he uttered:
“It wasn’t your MOST favorite T-shirt, was it…?”
Of course, Cajun had his own priorities set….
“It was, but don’t worry your pretty head. We have guests now, so why don’t you stop destroying the house and just sit the fuck down?”
Remy sat down on the floor since there was no chair in an arms’ reach. Logan chuckled and shook his head. The kid was a walking catastrophe… he turned to his still stunned into silence guests.
“So… Where were we…?”
Scott stood up from the couch and walked to him.
“Logan… look, we came here straight from the airport. We haven’t been at my parents’ house yet.”
“Seriously? You came straight here?” Logan was surprised that there still were things in this world that were able to surprise him. And then Jane finally spoke.
“Yes, he couldn’t wait to see you!” She clearly wanted to say something more but Scott didn’t let her.
“Yes, we did and we should go there now. How about we meet later in the afternoon?”
“Great! Why don’t you come for dinner? I’ll clean this mess and cook something… I’ll invite Marie!”
Scott smiled. “Sure… That would be great…”
“But can you walk? How do you feel?” Remy was slightly disgusted with the way Logan fussed about that four eyed weakling but only rolled his eyes and didn’t voice his opinion.
“I’m fine I guess… The atmosphere in your house is so… exciting…. That our meeting is not all that special anymore…”
Logan laughed nervously and turned to Scott’s girlfriend. She was pissed.
“I’m really glad I could finally meet you, JANE. I can only guess what you think about me after all that, but… I’m actually normal! Really. It’s just that yesterday Charlie – Remy’s cousin’s husband – had waken us up with a shotgun and killed my lamp so… We’re still kind of… “
“…shaken!” Remy added helpfully from his spot on the floor. Logan nodded in confirmation. Jane didn’t say anything. She just left. Scott followed but still turned to look at Logan for as long as he could. Logan then looked down at the misfortune sitting quietly on the floor by his leg like a faithful dog and sighed. His hand travelled to pat the Cajun’s copper locks and the younger man instantly started to nuzzle his leg.
“I’m going to punish you, Cajun…”
Remy smiled up at him brightly. “I can’t wait, chère.”

TBC
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