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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
- 12
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The Paiute legend of the
North Star that Logan
tells in this chap came from an Indian folklore website.  My
apologies if the information I obtained from there is incorrect and thus
offends anyone.  If you would like more information on Native
American Legends/Myth/Lore, the website is http://www.angelfire.com/ca/Indian/stories.html
Sometimes I forget to translate Cajun terms used. Cooyon means stupid, idiot, fool. It may be
spelled several different ways. For example, the Cajun French-English
dictionary at the LSU archives spells it couillon,
whereas the Cajun dialect website spells it couyon and Boodrow's
website spells it cooyon.
So, many different spellings...my best guess is that variations in spellings/meanings occur in
different areas/parishes of my state. LIke I say in the disclaimers/warnings - don't know
Cajun French. Anyways...hope you enjoy this chap.
See disclaimers, notes, and warnings in first chapter
Words between / / are thoughts or mental speak

Words between * * are flashbacks

Words between ~ ~ are
lyrics to any songs that may be used in the fic
CH 12
Dinner came and went with little fanfare; a rather simple
affair, consisting of bologna and cheese on toasted bread with chips and
soda. But after some of the dubious meals that Remy had been forced to
eat growing up, he considered it among the finest of cuisines. Ororo had returned from the city
earlier in the evening, announcing that she had already had dinner with some
female friends, so only the Professor and Logan were in attendance around the
table. Xavier did a respectable job of offering idle chit-chat in order
to relieve some of the uncomfortable tension that hovered in the air across the
dinning table. He assumed Remy was still irked by their earlier meeting
and so tried to encourage him by discussing some of the mundane day-to-day
events at the school. Remy tried to relax and enjoy the camaraderie,
concentrating on the feeling of pleasantness that still lingered from his
afternoon spent in the feral�s
company. The evening meal being concluded, the Professor had excused
himself, leaving Logan and
Remy to their own devices.
The heavy air lifted slightly at Xavier�s departure, but still
Remy could feel an edge of awkwardness between him and the big man. Their
conversation stumbled to a halt, followed by several moments of weighty
silence. It was Logan who finally broke the stillness, turning and
looking expectantly at the kid. �Hey
Cajun. I�m going for a walk around the property. Ya wanna come?�
Remy thought about it for a moment. His initial plans
for the evening had been to sneak off to the city with some more food for his
adopted clan. But, to deny the request might bring suspicion on
him. He still felt too new for them to completely trust him and the last
thing he needed this day were more questions. Besides, he found, a little
unnervingly, that he wanted to spend more time with the man. That sudden realization made him falter
and reconsider. What the hell was wrong with his emotions? He
usually had better control, but the feral was making him feel�..things�.
/Dieu,
dis no good/
�Well?� Logan cut
into his thoughts and was staring at him suspiciously.
��kay.�
Remy frowned at his own response, but had no time to contemplate it further as
he watched the older man turn and head towards the door, expecting the Cajun to
follow him. He paused at the door and made a slight detour, grabbing up a
bottle of whiskey from a locked cabinet before continuing. Remy merely
raised an auburn brow and quietly followed.
The air was crisp and cool, refreshing in its purity so far removed
from the acridness of the city. They walked side-by-side in comfortable
silence for a while, skirting the edges of the manicured lawn, and criss-crossing up and down a few
paths that disappeared into the woods. Even though the big feral�s strides were quick and
purposeful, Remy had no problem keeping up with him.   Eventually,
passing through a broad copse they came upon a wide, man-made lake, oblong in
design with a Victorian folly at one end from which one could sit and take in
the view; Remy was awed at the sight. He prided himself on being thorough
when he researched a target, but he had completely missed this rather large
body of water. It made him wonder what else was hidden on the estate that
may have escaped his attention.
Following the footpath around the lake, they came to a
clearing. Logan left
the path and moved towards a downed tree, making himself comfortable on the crumbling trunk before
setting the bottle into an old knot to stop it from falling over. Remy
approached him tentatively and sat beside him. Logan was
already staring at the sky and Remy turned his attention to where the feral
gazed. He gasped when he saw the picture before him. �Mon dieu! It�s
huge!� The full moon stood before them in all its magnificent glory, a
massive ball of gentle light that seemed so close as to be within reach.
Stars twinkled on all sides, above and behind them. Some were barely visible,
blurred as if an ink spot was not completely erased; others were brilliant,
seemingly pulsing with a life-like heartbeat.
Logan grinned and
reached for the bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a deep swig of the drink,
wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. �Yep. This is one o� my favorite spots on the
property. Can�t really appreciate all
this in the city. Can�t
really see it. Here...� Logan offered
the bottle to Remy, and watched him steadily as the Cajun stared in
trepidation. �Well, it ain�t
gonna bite ya. Not much anyway.� He added with a smirk.
But Remy was unsure. He usually had a high tolerance for
alcohol. But there were certain liquids that hit him quickly and hard �
whiskey and wine being the worst. It was not something he really
understood, but figured it had something to do with content. Logan merely
snorted and pulled the bottle back towards himself.
�Guess I was wrong about ya
being a kid. Thought you were over
eighteen.�
�I am.� Remy fumed. �I t�ink� he muttered. As if to prove a point, he
snatched the bottle from the older man�s hands and tossed his head back,
downing more than one gulp of the fiery liquid.
�Whoa Whoa!
Slow down� Logan reached
up and took the bottle back from him as the boy started coughing and
sputtering, gasping for air around the raw burn in the back of his
throat. Patting him on the back, the older man eyed him with
concern. �Ya ok there
Cajun?�
His hand involuntarily went to his chest as he struggled to
regain some composure. �Oui�.
{cough, hack}�jus��jus� went down de wrong pipe�{cough}..�
Logan smirked and
knocked back another round himself. Remy noticed and his face flushed in
embarrassment and anger. �Been awhile
since Remy had somet�ing dat strong, s�all.� He grumbled, ignoring the chuckle coming from the
older man.
Staring in one direction, Logan�s gaze
became distant. �Ya
know, there�s an old Indian
legend about the North Star. It�s the only star that can�t move, doesn�t
travel.�
Remy turned to look at the wistful expression on the older
man�s face. The man was absolutely beautiful in his opinion; incredibly
masculine, wild but exotic with those piercing cobalt blue eyes and lips so
enticing. Where had that thought come from? Head becoming slightly
dizzy with the after effects of his little stunt, he blinked as if to clear his
thoughts. �Eh? How dat
legend go?�
�When the North Star was on Earth a long time ago, he was a
proud, brave mountain sheep called Na-gah
who would climb anything and everything. One day, he found a very high
peak with smooth, steep sides that reached up into the clouds. He decided
to climb it to make his father proud. But no matter how hard he tried, he
couldn�t find a foothold.� Logan took
another swig of the bottle, passing it to Remy after, who also took another sip
though slower and with more caution. �He spent many hours looking for a
crevice to get a footing, but couldn�t find any. Finally, he found a
crack in a rock that led to a hole leading up.� Logan took
the bottle again and made a motion with his other hand as he talked. �So,
he started climbing up this hole inside the rock, his path getting darker and
darker the higher he climbed. Loose rock fell all around him, under his
feet and hands as he moved upward, slipping a lot. As it got darker and
he started hearing noises from below him, he got scared and decided to climb
back down and try again to find another way along the outside cliff. But
when he turned to go back, his way was blocked by all the rocks that had fallen
during the climb. So he had to keep going.�
Remy turned again to stare at the profile of the older man.
The air had turned even cooler and he could see it vaporize before him with
each breath. He found himself starting to lean towards the feral,
mesmerized by the movement of his mouth as he spoke, shivering minutely at some
underlying electric current drawing him to the older man. �After a while,
Na-gah came out of the hole
onto a small space that gave no room for movement. All around and below
him were great cliffs. He was so high up that he could look down on the
rest of the world. He was stuck, though, and realized that he would die
on that mountain with no way back down from the outside and the hole closed up
on the inside. But, he was proud of climbing it. After awhile, his
father searched for him. When he found Na-gah and saw that he could never come down, he was
sad. So, he decided not to let his brave son die. Instead, he
turned him into a star so he could stand there and shine for all to see.
So, Na-gah became a star,
the only star that�s always found in the same place, standing still and guiding
travelers who look up to him.�
Remy turned to look up at the sky, trying to find the star,
brows drawn in concentration as he searched. �How you know where to find
it?�
Logan looked
sideways at the boy, then
leaned closer to him to point to a specific spot in the sky. �Well,
sometimes ya can find it by
looking for the Big and Little Dipper. The legend says that they were
also mountain sheep that found the mountain and tried to reach Na-gah. That the father of the
North Star turned them into stars, too, and ya can see them at the foot of the great mountain,
always going around it to find a trail leading up.�
Remy
followed Logan's arm to look at the star
in question, amazed at the knowledge of the older mutant sitting so
close. "How you know so much 'bout..." Remy turned his head to
ask the question and came nose to nose with the feral. His breath caught
in his throat before he could finish his statement. "...stars" he
whispered. And then it was the most natural move in the world to lean
forward that last breath of space between them and kiss the man on the
lips. Remy felt the tingle of sparks dance across his mouth as they made
contact. Logan�s lips
were soft, pliant and moist boosting the static charge between them. Remy
felt the rough texture of a tongue slide along his bottom lip, questing, asking
for entrance and he granted it. His mouth opened to the feral and
immediately the kiss grew deeper. He could taste the whiskey on the other
man, as well as a flavor that was uniquely Logan.
Tongues dueled for dominance and Remy let loose a sighing whimper that was
captured in Logan�s
mouth. The older man growled low in his throat and released the bottle
from his grip, letting it fall with a clink onto the thick grass at the base of
the tree, Without thinking, he brought his hand up to cradle the Cajun�s
jaw, holding it in place while he plundered within. Logan�s other
hand grabbed Remy about the waist and pulled him forward completely, the boy�s
body molding into his.
Remy�s head spun out of
control, his thoughts chaotic at the sensuous overload. Warmth suffused
his body, and the heat of the man against him was a heady mixture fogging his
brain. He felt himself slipping, his charm oozing out at higher and higher
levels as the kiss continued. All of his inner alarms were screaming at
him and he knew he was treading into dangerous territory. It was a
struggle to bring his mind under control and he squeezed both hands between
their bodies to push the older man back. The kiss broke with a gasp from
the boy and he stared wide-eyed at the older man. Both were panting
heavily. Logan felt a
slight tremor in the younger mutant�s body and there was the faint smell of
fear as well. Logan
struggled to bring his scattered senses together into some semblance of
order. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the kid, but he was
having difficulty. Something was tingling at the edges of his awareness
and it was all he could do not to throw the Cajun down and fuck him
senseless. Logan
released his hold on the boy as if burned, scooting backwards on the log to put
some distance between them. Breaths coming in rapid, shallow bursts, Remy
stood up too quickly and the world shifted awkwardly in his slightly inebriated
state.
Pure instinct had Logan moving
quickly, grabbing the Cajun�s elbow to keep him from falling. �Hey!
Hey, ya alright kid?�
�Not a kid� Remy sputtered
petulantly as he pushed away from the feral. �Wh�What was dat?� One of his hands came up
to rub at his temple as he backed away from Logan.
�T�ink I better...� He made a waving
motion towards the mansion with his hand, then turned on his heal and somewhat
staggered back the way they had come.
Logan watched him until he
disappeared. He didn�t worry about the boy making it back on his
own. He would follow shortly and discreetly. For now, he just
needed to collect himself. Running a hand roughly through his hair, he
sat back down on the log, picked up the whiskey and glared hard at
nothing. �Well shit.�
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He made it back to the mansion after what seemed like an eternity, feeling
like he was being watched the entire time. Then he chastised himself for
being paranoid. He figured it must be trust issues making him feel that
way since trust was definitely an issue.
�cooyon,
Cooyon, COOYON� he cursed
himself. �How could I be so stupid?� Mind reeling with the after
effects of the potent brew, he couldn�t understand the way he was
feeling. Making his way up to his room, he flung himself backwards onto
his bed, both hands coming up to hide his face as he replayed the scene in his
mind. Bad enough he let down his guard and let himself be goaded into
drinking something he knew affected his judgment, but he also indulged in the
feelings he had been trying to lock away since meeting Logan.
Remy was no stranger to sex, had used his body on more than one occasion to get
what was needed at the time. But, after awhile none of those couplings
meant anything to him, having learned at a young age to forego any beliefs of
love and simply allow it to become a tool to benefit him in certain situations,
a means to an end. He had never felt such an instant connection to
another before, and he had to admit that he was more than a little terrified of
the overwhelming desire he had for the man.
Slipping out of his clothes and under the covers, it wasn�t
long before he fell into slumber, lured by the drain of emotional stress and
the imbuement of strong drink. His mind drifted through a fog for a
while, eventually clearing to a surreal vision. He was in a field of tall
grass and wildflowers, walking along slowly with his hands out to the side,
gingerly gliding over the tops of the blades of grass. The feel of the
feathery blades on his palm and the overwhelming smell of flora making his head
spin. Though it was nightfall, the distinct shapes of mountain peaks
could be made out in the distance, one point in particular a bright spot,
almost like a star. The moon was at full strength, shining like a beacon
all around, illuminating his path with a ghostly glow as he moved. The
shadows danced just outside the moonlight�s line of demarcation, but for some reason
they held no unseen terrors for him. Instead he felt at peace for one of
the few times in his young life. A movement caught his eye and he turned
towards it. A figure slowly approached him, the moon not providing enough
light to reveal its features but Remy knew instantly it was a male. He
seemed to glide through the waving grass towards him, closer until he was
almost touching. Then, hands were on him, moving all over his body, seductively
exploring. Normally, such liberties by strangers would be terrifying,
resulting in some form of pain for him. But, he was oddly unafraid of
these roving hands; in fact, welcomed them. A moan of ecstasy escaped him
as the stranger�s hands cupped his manhood through the thin fabric of the pants
he wore. Lips found purchase on his throat, suckling and licking, marking
him as property of this stranger.
A sound to his left, soft and steady caused him momentary
confusion before the stranger drew his attention once again, slowly lowering
them to the ground. He lay on his back as the man lay over him, the
weight of a heavier body bringing a rise of pleasure to his as the other man
slid above him. He closed his eyes as the stranger stroked over his chest
and teased his nipples. The sound to his left came again, more persistent,
and he struggled to open his eyes, irritated at the noise. Reluctantly
pushing against the figure, he looked up to ask what the noise was. The
stranger hovered above him, supported by muscular arms as the moonlight shifted
across his face revealing the all too familiar features of Logan�.
Remy sat up with a gasp, instantly awake from his erotic
dream, momentarily confused by his surroundings and painfully aware of the
erection tenting the sheets. Daylight streamed in through the slightly
open curtains and Remy squinted against the brightness. The sound of
knocking on his door shook him from his reverie and he called out to his
visitor.
�It�s Logan.
Can I come in fer a
minute?� the older mutant called from the other side of the door.
Remy swallowed hard, looking down at the evidence of his lust
and trying to find a way to hide it. He grabbed one of his pillows and
put it across his lap as he leaned against the headboard. It was obvious
to him the picture he was creating, so he quickly grabbed a comic book he had
been reading from his side table and placed it on top of the pillow, flipping
through the pages as he told the other man to enter.
�What up homme?�
Remy feigned nonchalance as he continued to peruse his book, belatedly noting
that it was upside down.
If Logan noticed
this, he didn�t say. Sitting on the edge of Remy�s bed at a respectable
distance from the Cajun, Logan
awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. �Listen Remy�about
last night. We�.that is to say�I�..uh..�
He stammered, at a complete loss on what to say to the boy.
�Don�t �member much �bout last night, mon ami.
Hope I didn�t do somet�ing
stupid.� Remy didn�t look up from his book, not wanting to meet the man�s
eyes.
Logan saw an out
when it was handed to him and he grabbed onto it for all he was worth.
�Nah, ya didn�t do anything
I minded.� Logan�s
nostrils flared and he seemed to take a deep breath, turning a knowing gaze
onto the boy.
Remy could feel the weight of his stare bore into him, heat
beginning to burn in his cheeks as he realized the feral was smelling
him�smelling his arousal. /Merde/ �Somet�ing else I can do for you?� He was
struggling with himself, part of him wanting to pull the man down and assuage
his need, the other part nearly desperate for the man to leave.
The older mutant lifted one corner of his mouth in a partial
smile, a gleam in his eye as he took a moment to enjoy the boy squirm under his
scrutiny. �Ya downed
that whiskey pretty quick last night. Just wanted to make sure yer alright.�
At Remy�s nod, Logan stood
then suddenly leaned over the boy, his arms going to the headboard on either
side of the Cajun�s head to pin him. Remy sucked in a breath, eyes
widening in surprise. Logan moved
in close, his breath ghosting across Remy�s lips and sending a shiver through
the boy�s body as he spoke in a husky voice. �That�s good. Wouldn�t want ya to be sick or anything.�
He stayed that way for another minute, drinking in the scent of the younger
mutant before pushing away. Turning to make his way back to the door, he
called over his shoulder without looking back at Remy. �Yer sessions� in ten. My room. Don�t forget to bring som�ing ta focus on.� And then he was gone.
Remy let out a breath he didn�t realize he was holding before
putting his head in one hand and rubbing his eyes. �Dieu! How I�m gon� concentrate on meditatin� around him? I got to finish dis assignment before�.�
Before what, he wasn�t sure, and he couldn�t decide if it would be a good
thing or not.
End ch 12
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