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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
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The lullaby that Storm sings in this chapter is from the Disney movie Lady
and the Tramp. Um...part of this chap was kinda a first for me & I hope
y'all like it. Thank you LB for giving me confidence on that particular part!!
*bites nails*

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 15
Logan
didn’t need to turn around to see who was standing in his doorway. He
shifted his gaze slightly to the right and stared at the boy’s reflection
in the darkened window. Long, lean legs traced up to narrow hips leaning
seductively against the frame. Fingers moved subtlety along a frayed waistband,
drawing attention to a very specific region of the boy’s anatomy. The
other hand lay relaxed along his thigh, idly rubbing up and down his jeans in
small movements.
Remy leaned his head against the wood; his hair falling loosely around his
jaw, teasing the creamy patches of skin along his neck. It was an obvious
display of sexuality, that solicited the desired effect in the older mutant. Logan could feel his body
responding to the sight; his groin tightening and the skin between his knuckles
itching to release a blade and rip those clothes off the luscious figure. But,
the boy had been avoiding him, running away at the slightest hint of interest
yet here he was, standing behind him in open invitation, practically calling to
Logan like some
sort of siren. These were confusing signals and it was enough of a
contradiction to give Logan
pause, allowing him to regain control of himself, reining in his body’s
responses to what it so obviously wanted.
Logan turned
slowly to face the object of his desire. “I’m glad ya stopped by
before heading off to bed. I wanted to talk to ya.”
Remy pushed himself off the frame and walked gracefully towards the older
mutant, hips swaying enticingly as he moved. He stopped at the foot of the bed
that divided the room in half, lowering himself to sit on the edge.
“Talk? ‘bout what, mon ami?” One elegant, long-fingered hand
smoothed the bedcover beside him, patting it gently in a seemingly innocent
request to the feral.
“Uh…yeh.” Logan
stared at the hand beckoning him for a moment, before moving to sit on the edge
of the mattress. Rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, he felt the
heat coming from the body beside him and decided to shift a little in the
opposite direction. “Look…about the other night…I just wanted
to apologize.”
Remy feigned ignorance as he moved his hand back to his thigh, once again
gliding his digits along the rough texture of his jeans. “Apologize? For
what?”
Intently watching those fingers move, and longing to replace them with his
tongue, Logan
swallowed hard as he struggled to maintain his composure. There was no
mistaking the signals the Cajun was giving him, and it confused him all the
more. “Ya know…for coming on too strong.”
“Hmm? How you mean?” Remy leaned his body forward, his eyes
fairly glowing as he fixed the feral with a seductive gaze, slowly invading the
older mutant’s personal space. He let a little of his charm ooze over the
older mutant, the effect almost immediate as Remy saw beads of sweat break out
on the other’s forehead.
Logan felt
the warm body beside him drawing closer, the hairs on his arms standing to
attention as if drawn to the younger mutant like some kind of magnet. Skin
prickling, he was finding it more difficult by the moment to keep from
ravishing the boy. Squeezing his eyes tight for a moment, he opened them to pin
the boy with his gaze, determined to ignore the sensuous display and persevere
with his attempts to explain. “Yeh, ya know, for forcing a kiss on ya.
I…I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me and it
won’t happen again.”
One elegant auburn brow raised as Remy captured those ocean-colored orbs,
seeing the maelstrom of emotion swirling just behind those deep, blue pools.
“Seem like I recall participatin’ in dat kiss, chere. Can’t
force de willin’.” He leaned a little more towards the man,
bringing their faces in close proximity.
The essence of the Cajun male sitting next to him was so sweetly
intoxicating, almost cloying to his senses. There was a tingling sensation at
the edge of his awareness, an all too familiar feeling that set off his primal
alarms and had him struggling to maintain control. What was the boy doing to
him?
Vision wavering as his eyes flecked gold, Logan was only dimly aware of the younger
mutant’s voice. “Remy t’inks he needs to recreate dat kiss,
just so’s you can see it weren’t forced like you
t’ought.” The boy closed the final distance and lightly brushed his
lips against Logan’s.
Logan’s
eyes were closed, his breath labored and he was frozen as Remy pulled back to
look. Smirking, he leaned forward again and pressed the advantage, tongue
coming out to flick along the older man’s lips, requesting entrance. It
was the final straw to break Logan’s
control. He grabbed Remy by both arms, eliciting a startled gasp from the boy,
and pushed him down on the bed. He straddled the younger mutant and attacked
his mouth, ravaging that sweet opening like a starving man offered fruit.
Remy moaned into the kiss, and Logan
swallowed it as tongues again dueled for dominance. Frantic hands roamed
clumsily up and down as each explored the other, mapping out terrain like blind
men; fingers clawing and soothing heated skin through the fabric of the shirts
they wore. Logan
pushed the kid’s shirt up and attacked a rosy nipple, sucking and teasing
until it pebbled in interest. Satisfied with the response, he licked his way
across the sternum to lave equal attention on the other. His blood roared in
his ears and his focus narrowed to the luscious creature writhing below him.
The moans pouring from the Cajun were sending the feral to the very edge. And
somewhere in his mind, Logan
was at war with himself. This was wonderful yet it was so wrong.
All the signs were there, the want and need. He could smell arousal, had
smelled it before in the boy’s room the morning after they kissed. He
could hear the increased heart rate, the groans of pleasure. He could feel the
slight tremble in the boy’s hands, and taste the salt of sweat on the
Cajun’s skin. But at the same time, he recalled how completely different
this was from the previous encounter under the stars. The remembrance of
hesitation from the boy, of caution over getting too close, the electricity
that seemed to almost frighten him with the intensity that night in the kitchen
– these signs screamed of a young man unused to a true connection with
another, unaccustomed to the purity of feelings between two individuals that
went so far beyond the physical.
Instead, the wantonness of the body beneath him told Logan something else, something practiced,
rather dark and not easily addressed. It killed his desire faster than a bucket
of cold water. He pushed himself up, looking down at the beautiful face, and
waited for the boy’s eyes to open with awareness. Lost in the sensations,
it took Remy a moment to realize that Logan
had stopped moving, had stopped kissing him. Slowly cracking his lids open, he
caught the older man staring at him with a strange expression. “What de
matter Logan?”
There was a space of silence as the older mutant contemplated the Cajun.
Finally, he shifted his weight to one arm and brought his other hand to gently
push back the hair that was plastered to the boy’s forehead.
“Remy.” he whispered, as if afraid to break some kind of spell.
Swallowing hard, Remy struggled to understand what he was feeling from the
older man. It was all encompassing, the emotions radiating off the man, and it
was all directed at him. Remy almost shook is head in denial. Logan eased himself off the slender body and
reached out a hand in offering. A pregnant pause ensued as Remy stared at the
man, eyes widening slightly in wonder that the older man had stopped, but
finally he clasped the proffered hand. They stood together, hand in hand for a
moment as their eyes devoured each other until Logan broke the spell. “I think you
should get some sleep Remy. It’s kinda late, and some of the others will
be returning tomorrow, so we’ll need to get things ready.”
Remy could only follow mutely as the feral released his hand and guided him
to the door. At the threshold, he felt compelled to apologize, though he
wasn’t quite sure what he had done wrong. “Logan….Remy didn’..” he
stammered before being interrupted.
“Shhh…it’s alright. Ya didn’t do nothing wrong. I
just need a little time is all.” At the lost expression on the
boy’s face, Logan
reached up and cupped his chin, sliding his hand around the back of the slender
neck and drawing him down. Placing a chaste kiss on the Cajun’s lips, Logan drew back before it
could turn into something more. “It ain’t a rejection Remy. I do
want this. But I want more too. Can ya understand?”
Remy nodded, though his mind was still in a daze. He wasn’t sure he
knew what the older man wanted beyond sex. And he wasn’t sure he could
give it to him. But, he could feel there was a connection; had been since the
first moment they met. It scared Remy more than anything ever had before. He
shuffled across the hall to his own room, pausing briefly in the threshold to
look back at the feral. The whole scene was just too confusing. Never before
had anyone resisted his charms in the throes of passion. Logan gave him a small smile of reassurance
before closing his own door.
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The longer he stared at it, the more it twirled in hypnotic effect. He
imagined that the optical illusion could solicit the effect of dizziness on the
viewer, keeping one off balance as the pattern swirled about. Whoever chose the
wallpaper for this room had a warped sense of style, or perhaps no sense of
style at all. Remy turned over, placing his back to the wall as he shifted his
contemplation to the door. Is that real wood or simply wood grain veneer over
pressed board?
“Wonder if I could put my foot t’rough dat?” he mused.
“Wonder how much it would cost to fix de hole?” After a minute of
debating the pros and cons of solid wood, Remy gusted out a hefty sigh and
turned away, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling. That was pointless;
he had already estimated the amount of acoustical texture the panels might
hold. “Dammit!” he hissed as he rose to a sitting position, slumping
over his legs. One forearm rested heavy on a thigh while the other hand came up
to run slender fingers through auburn locks, his hand coming to rest on the
back of his neck and rubbing at the tension forming as he hung his head. It
seemed another sleepless night was in store.
He was amazed that the older man had spurned him. Never before had he been
turned away when approaching someone for sex. It was a new experience for him
and he wasn’t exactly sure if he should be upset or pleased. There was a warm
feeling in the pit of his stomach for the man that said no. It made him feel
somehow respected, especially in light of the older mutant stating his desire
for Remy as more than a fuck-toy. But, despite all that, it left him feeling
frustrated…and horny as hell.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to see if he could feel the feral in his
sleep as he had previously when the man had a nightmare. Flicking his eyes
quickly to the clock, he decided that the Professor was probably asleep as well
and, therefore, Remy felt safe to lower his shields and focus on the mutant
across the hall. Eyes closed, and breathing deeply, he reached out with his
talent and concentrated on the feral. Almost immediately he was slammed with
lust, causing his eyes to snap open and a sharp intake of breath. But there was
more; an underlying current of a deeper, more powerful emotion that Remy
didn’t want to think about just now. So, he focused on the lust. The man
may have asked Remy to leave without having sex, but he wasn’t apparently
going to deny himself release.
Remy fell back into the bed, moaning slightly as the feelings took over. One
hand glided down his torso of its own accord, teasing his nipples and circling
his navel. The other hand moved up to caress his face, two fingers slipping
between his lips allowing his tongue to encircle them lovingly. Further down
the fingers slid, twining gently through wiry curls of auburn hair to tickle
the tender flesh beneath until, “Oh…merde!” at last, they
reached their prize, stroking slowly along the rising shaft and gripping it at
the base. Remy could sense the older mutant’s desire for him and
desperately wanted to reciprocate the feelings. Pushing his own growing lust
towards the feral he instantly sensed where Logan’s hand rested. But, he was afraid
of the other man discovering. At this distance, with walls between them, he
wasn’t sure if he could control his charm so precisely, so he
didn’t risk it. Instead, he basked in the glow of the older man’s
hunger as they both worked themselves in unison.
Hips began to move, building a steady rhythm as his hand worked his engorged
cock. Beads of liquid pearled at the top, and he slid his thumb over the head
to spread the fluid around, easing the burn of friction against the tender flesh.
Logan was
getting close, he could feel it. Pumping faster, he brought his moistened
fingers down to fondle his sac, cupping and lifting them to reach his entrance.
Legs bent, bracing his feet against the bed as he began bucking his hips in
earnest, his fingers dipping just inside his passage. He could no longer
restrain himself, his moans growing loud and free as he completely lost himself
to the erotic sensations. Remy imagined Logan
moving within him as he thrust harder into the tunnel created by his hand.
Sweat ran in rivulets down his chest.
He felt the crash of the feral’s orgasmic bliss against his shields
and it overwhelmed him, causing his own release to burst free. A strangled cry
escaped his throat as he grasped the pillow above his head with his free hand,
back arching, hips pushing the last few strokes; freezing in mid-air to
completely spill his seed over his stomach and chest. Gasping for breath, he
fell back to the bed, his cock still in hand as he slowly returned to himself.
A sated smile made its way to his face and he wriggled in the bed sheets
basking in the warm after glow. The feelings from the older man had been
intense, and directed fully at him. Remy’s smile faltered as the reality
of the situation took hold.
“Logan”
he whispered. Remy wasn’t sure he liked where his heart was trying to
take him. There was no room in his life for that kind of hope. He decided to
ruthlessly clamp down on those feelings and lock them away. The boss would not
be merciful if he failed in his assignment and Remy had no doubt the sadistic
bastard would find his greatest weakness and use it against him.
He felt a stinging sensation behind his eyes and quickly rubbed his lids
before hauling his carcass out of bed. A quick glance at the time caught him by
surprise when he realized that more than an hour had passed. Yet, he was even
more restless than before his body’s release. He needed to cleanse the
stickiness from his skin and attempt, yet again, to get some sleep. Moving into
the shared bathroom at the end of the hall, Remy paused briefly to see if Logan might venture from
his room with the same goal in mind. But then he recalled that the older mutant
had his own private bathroom, one of the few in the mansion who did, and he
sighed as he proceeded to rinse the evidence of his passion from his body.
After showering, he donned a pair of sweatpants before walking back towards
his room, rubbing a towel over his head to remove the excess water from his
hair. He was half-way down the hall when he stopped. Cocking his head to one
side, he thought he heard a noise. Listening intently, he picked up on the
faint sound of humming. Legs were moving before he had time to think as he made
his way to the stairs leading to the loft. The sound of a female voice grew
louder as he climbed the stairs and he paused just outside her door as he
listened to the song she was crooning. It was easy to find his smile again as
he lightly rapped on her door.
“Yes?” Ororo’s questioning voice filtered through.
“It Remy, chere. May I come in?”
She bid him entry and he strolled into her room, taking a moment to
appreciate all of the feminine touches that marked this as her domain. She was
standing on the far side of the room, next to an open window, her hands paused
in pruning some sort of small tree-like plant.
Remy looked around for a place to sit. Considering the size of the loft, and
all the plants and decorations that gave the room a welcome feel, it was
surprisingly sparse of furniture. Deciding the only place to sit was the floor
or the apparently unkempt bed, he sauntered over to the edge of the mattress,
and plopped himself down on top of one lump. A panicked cry was heard from
under the covers, startling the Cajun until he hopped away as if burned.
“What de…?” he threw a shocked look towards the weather
goddess and noticed her giggling. The lump began to move, heading for the edge
of the mattress, following the bedding to the floor, until a small furred
calico kitten ran out of the covers and towards its mistress, crying all the way.
It took a moment for the entire scene to play out before Remy found himself
chuckling. “M’sorry. Didn’t mean to squish your cat.”
Ororo reached down and scooped the little fur-ball in her arms, one finger
stroking between its eyes to calm the creature. “It’s fine. He
enjoys playing hide-n-seek in my bed, unfortunately.” She turned a
brilliant smile towards the Cajun before continuing. “His name is
Patches. I found him when I was visiting my friends in the city. The Professor
said I may nurse him back to health before we have to find him a home.”
She looked down at the small animal, adoration shining in her eyes.
“I’m hoping to convince him to let us keep him. I think having an
animal around for the children to take care of will teach them responsibility
and compassion for other creatures.”
Ororo moved to the window bench and sat down, turning her full attention to
the young man sitting across the room from her. “To what do I owe the
honor of your visit so late in the evening?”
He caught her eye for a moment before looking at the floor, flushing
slightly. There was no way he would share his real reasons for insomnia.
“Heard you singing. You have a beautiful voice, chere. Peaceful
even.”
The white haired mutant beamed with the praise. “Thank you, Remy. I
enjoy singing to my plants. I am also practicing.”
His brows rose at that. “Practicing? For what? Gonna go pro or
somet’in?”
Her laugh was a pleasant sound, warming in its sincerity. “No.
Practicing for when my adopted niece and nephew arrive.” At the puzzled look
on the boy’s face, she smiled and picked up a bottle of water, spritzing
some of the leaves with one hand while cradling her little pet in the other.
“One of our team members is pregnant with twins. You’ll meet her
and her husband tomorrow. I’m looking forward to babysitting. The nice
thing about being an adopted aunt is that I can spoil them
rotten….” She turned a sly glance his way, conspiracy written all
over her face, “…and then give them back when they’re all
worked up.”
Remy laughed with her. “Oh dat be cruel, chere.” He fell back on
the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “Just too cruel. I t’ink you
and I gonna be real good friends.”
The laughter died down between them. Smiling over at the boy, she put down
the bottle and resumed stroking her purring kitten. “Yes. I would like
that very much. Now tell me Remy, why are you really here. Can’t
sleep?”
Remy swallowed hard, deciding he would have to tell her enough to keep her
satisfied without sharing more than he was prepared to deal with.
“Oui.”
“Ah. I can understand. This must all be new for you. You seem to be
under a lot of stress” She didn’t bother to acknowledge his sharp
gaze. Remy wondered exactly how much the beautiful weather goddess had deduced
on her own. He sighed heavily, wanting so badly to just tell her everything and
see if together they could come up with some sort of way out of the nightmare
his life had become.
She paused for a moment, biting her lower lip as if to decide whether or not
to say what was on her mind. “Logan told me about the food. He thinks you
are worried we might let you starve.” She looked up at him then, pinning
him with her gaze. “But, I’m not so sure. I think there is more to
it than that, perhaps contributing to your stress.”
Lips pressed together in a thin line, Remy didn’t answer as he
continued staring at her ceiling. The thought that the feral had talked about
him after all didn’t sit well with him. Though he had to admit that the
older mutant talking with the wind rider was a hell of a lot better than sharing
suspicions with the Professor.
“Whenever you are ready Remy, you can trust us.” Frowning
slightly at the lack of reaction from the Cajun, Ororo turned her attentions
back to the creature in her arms. “Cats are interesting creatures. They
are so self-sufficient, yet need to be taken care of. They act like they prefer
their solitude, wanting nothing to do with anything or anyone. Yet,
unconsciously seek out a companion if only to be in the same room with another.
Plants are similar. They can survive on their own, but they thrive and grow to
their full potential when I nourish them and talk or sing to them. It can be so
frustrating sometimes. But it is just as fulfilling.” Remy listened to
her ramble on about her plants and her kitten, her voice melodic and even.
Though he realized she was probably trying to make some kind of point, his mind
began to wander and eyes glazed over in exhaustion.
Turning her attention to the kitten in her arms, Ororo started humming
softly. She began to sing a lullaby to the animal, lulling it to sleep.
~la la lu, la la lu
oh my little star sweeper
I'll sweep the star dust for you
la la lu, la la lu
little soft fluffy sleeper
here comes a pink cloud for you~
She glanced over and noticed Remy’s lids drifting closed. Her voice
was hypnotic and waves of peace washed over him and he found it hard to hold
onto consciousness; choosing instead to let go and float to the welcome embrace
of elusive sleep.
~la la lu, la la lu
little wandering angel
hold up your wings, close your eyes
la la lu, la la lu
and may love be your keeper
la la lu, la la lu, la la lu~
Ororo continued to hum a while longer until she was certain that he was well
and truly asleep. A soft smile touched her lips as she quietly moved over to
the bed, pulling an afghan from a nearby drawer to drape over his body.
“Goodnight Remy.” she whispered as she floated down the stairs,
avoiding the creaking noise that the steps were prone to make. Tonight, the
guest room would suit her needs just fine.
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