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Second Chances	By : SisterWine Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rain hadn't stopped for three days. The storms had come and gone so many times that they seemed to blend together. Large, wet drops pounded against the tall windows of Remy's office as the thunder shook them against their foundations. He had grown tired of staring out and seeing thunder, lightning and rain everywhere he looked. After two weeks of he and Logan's first encounter, Remy was starting to second guess himself. Remy had started to really get into sporadic few times that they spent together since but each time to part left him feeling dirty and he wondered why.

Leaning against the side of his desk, Remy slid his hands into his black khaki pockets and watched the drops spatter against the darkness of the nighttime window. Since Jean-Luc was away on business, Remy was given the task of running the company. His father had been gone a week so far and Remy found himself spending more and more time in the boss' office. The runner lights Jean-Luc had decoratively placed along the edges of the ceiling were now the only dim lights Remy used at night to meandre through necessary files, at night.

Everyone in the office had left for home, already, all except he and the few security guards. Remy gave a long, drawn out sigh and pushed himself off of the desk to finish his work and head home. The rest of his time at the office he was on auto-pilot, finishing paperwork, emailing plans for buildings, calling reps, organising files for morning meetings and finally, shutting down his computer and locking the office door behind him as he left.

The long lift ride to the parking floor he was on was unbearably quiet with no one to share the car with, and the extra steps from the lift to the car became jokingly increasing as his feet started to hurt in his loafers. Remy's shoulders ached and hunched by his opening the door and sitting down in the driver's seat. Closing the door with a sigh and starting the engine, Remy pulled out of his space and headed home.

As he drove through the dark streets Remy recapped his evening plans, in his head and wished they were already over and done with. In a nutshell, go home to an empty house, have a boring PB&J, watch a little television, play a dirty film and then go to bed; alone. One could set their watch to Remy's activities.

The car hummed softly as he pulled into the drive and then the garage. Shutting the engine off, he sat there for a few minutes to collect himself before going inside. When he did finally get out of his car, Remy happened to glance across the street and see Logan just pulling in from work. Remy waved, casually, and made his way over to his mailbox to collect the day's mail as Logan made his way over to say hello.

"Workin late, again, huh?" Logan stopped a few steps away and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, with the keys to his vehicle.

Remy shrugged, "Yea, got meetings all day tomorrow. Have to be ready." Checking his watch, Remy noted that it was well after 10:30. "You don't have munchkins, tonight?"

"Hm?" Logan had noticed that the rain stopped and had barely heard the question Remy asked. "I got off early and dropped Matt off at his friend's, for the weekend. Steph has a study date with a girl from class so, she won't be home until tomorrow.

Nodding nonchalantly, Remy looked up at the sky, too, and asked Logan in for a drink.

"Sure."

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Remy poured two tumblers of Scotch and carried both glasses back into the living room, where Logan had sat down on the sofa. Handing one to Logan and sipping his drink before sitting down on the other end of the sofa, Remy cleared his throat and asked how the kids were doing.

"Pretty good. Matt's grades are gettin better from Bobby helpin him. Steph is already lookin at Universities and she still has a few years to go in High School." Logan was beaming about his two kids. He had always enjoyed talking about them, when asked, and now that they were finally wanting to become something of themselves, Logan was estatic.

Nodding again and taking another sip of his drink, Remy swallowed and turned, on his cushion, to face Logan. "Logan, uh-, what dis you think about the first time we--?"

"We what?"

Remy wondered if he should finish his statement. The fact that Logan was unwilling to remember anything of what they had shared, weeks prior, was speaking volumes to his consciousness. Sighing, he took the last gulp of his drink and turned away to stand up and go get another glassful. "Ferget it."

Logan reached forward and grabbed Remy's free arm and halted the young man from turning away from him. "No, tell me. The first time we what?"

Setting his empty glass down on the floor, in front of the sofa, Remy scoot closer to Logan and licked his dry lips in attempt to gather his thoughts. "You forgot about de night we spent together?"

"Ah. That's what's buggin ya." Logan released Remy's arm and leaned back into the cushions. "No, Cajun, I haven't forgot."

Remy cleared his throat. "Den, why haven't you said anythin'? You just went on like it was nothin' and left me ta feel dirty."

Shaking his head and looking Remy in the eye, Logan tried to remain calm from what he really felt. "No, LeBeau. I didn't just forget. I've been thinkin about that night ever since it happened but, I have a job to do and kids to take care of. I can't just drop everything and spend every waking hour with you just because we had a night together."

"Not asking dat of you." Remy bit his lower lip and slowly eased forward to straddle Logan's lap, facing him. "Alex drove me nuts when he demanded my attention all de time. But wit' you, it's a pulsin dat draws me to you. S' a tinglin in my stomach dat just won't stop when you're wit' me." Remy raised his hands to flatten them against Logan's hard chest, feeling his heart beat faster with every second Remy caressed him.

Logan placed his own hands against Remy's white pressed white shirt, only he used it to pause the younger man. "It's probably just hunger pains."

Remy nodded and quickly closed the gap between them, claiming Logan's mouth before the other man could detour the moment again. Though Logan was struggling, Remy eventually won out and the kiss deepened. Their tongues entangled and their hands groped at each other's clothing, rubbing their palms along the materials covering their hard chests. Taking the next step, Remy slipped his fingers to undo the buttons on Logan's workshirt.

Logan could feel the material being spread off of his chest and grabbed Remy's wrists before they moved from his shirt to his belt buckle. "Wait. Let's go upstairs," he whispered and Remy nodded, leading the way up to Remy's bedroom.

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Remy lay there for a while just being quiet. He was trying to sort out his thoughts and feelings. His fingers curled around the hand on his chest. He could feel the rhythmic beating of Logan's heart against his back. After a good while he turned his head and gave Logan a half smile. "Thought dat was pretty wonderful." he said softly. Though his heart clenched a bit as he felt it was only partly true.

Logan only nodded and smiled his answer. "Try and get some rest, Cajun. You look pretty worn out." Logan clutched the young, naked and sweat-dampened body closer as he also closed his eyes for a small rest.

Remy knew when he was being shushed. He gave a small sigh and went to move Logan's arm. "Tink I'm gonna take a shower." he said, trying to keep the cool tone in his voice. He didn't really know why he was suddenly so put off, but he was. Somehow he got the feeling that Logan was regretting the incredible sex they had just shared. That hurt.

Sitting up, Logan caged the younger man between his arms, planting a hand on either side of Remy, "somethin' wrong, Cajun?" He hadn't meant for his words to sound as harsh as they did but he knew Remy wouldn't relax if Logan had just gotten up and left after their bonding session.

Remy looked at the big man and lifted his chin. "I'm not stupid, Logan." he said and licked his lips slowly. "I don't need to be coddled. Told you, dis isn't a joke to me." he looked Logan dead in the eye, daring him to try and lie.

"I ain't jokin, Cajun." Logan shifted above him and steadied his gaze as another flash of lightning lit up the room in a spark of white. "Look, we've both been through the loss. Yer still mopin about Alex, I know it. I can see it in your expression." He paused and sucked in a breath before continuing with his side of the story. "Jean was my wife for a lot of years before she was taken from me. They both meant something to us that we shouldn't really transpose onto another, without deep thought. That's all I'm sayin."

Remy swallowed the thickness in his throat. "Yeah, course. You are right, Logan." He pressed his palms to the man's shoulders. He bit back the other hurtful words that wanted to bubble up. He knew they were because Logan's words hit too close to the truth.

"Go rinse off. Take a long hot bath and get your head straight. We'll talk in the mornin, okay?" Letting Remy up and turing to gather his own clothing, he watched Remy out of the corner of his eye, incase Remy had second thoughts.

Sighing deeply he looked at Logan gathering his clothes. "Didn't mean you had to go. But I won't stop you." he said feeling a bit out of whack. Maybe he needed a drink. He wasn't sure what was upsetting him more. That Logan was giving every sign of thanks but no thanks or the fact that he felt like he had cheated on his dead lover. He curled on his side and stared out at the storm.

"Look, I've got to work early in the mornin, but I should be off by about 10. Why don't ya stop over an' I'll fix ya some breakfast. That'll give us both a chance to 'clear our heads' so to speak." Logan sat on the edge of the bed and slid on his jeans, facing away from Remy.

"Kay." Remy said and got up. He walked across the room, heedless of his nudity and stopped at the bathroom door. "Talk to you later then." he said and closed the door behind him. Leaning against the wood he sucked in a deep breath and bit his lip. What was he doing? What did he really think Logan was going to do? "You fool, Remy LeBeau, Stop setting yourself up for heartbreak," he said bitterly and pushed off the door. Stepping into the shower he saw Alex's picture and the pain welled up making him stifle a sob.

Remy stood under the spray and let the emotions bubble out for a few moments. "Desole, Alex, I don't know what I was thinking," he whispered and wrapped his arms around his stomach. He could see the boy's face so clearly when he closed his eyes. He tried to picture the way his lover would smile and lean in to kiss him.

"You know I can't stay mad at you Remy." Dream Alex said and he sobbed a little harder.

"Sorry Cher. I miss you so much," he gasped leaning his head against the wall letting the water rush down in a flood, washing away the tears. Alex would hold him close and kiss his lips. Soothe the fears and give him such affection. He could pretened it hadn't happpened. When he talked to Logan later, he could take them back to before. Before he was weak and let them cross a line they Shouldn't have. A line Logan clearly wished they had respected. He bit his lips together and took a shuddering breath. "Wish you were here wit me Chere." Remy cried softly.

"But I am always with you, Rem. You just have to feel me." Alex said and wrapped his arms around Remy from behind.

The comfort in that was delicious and Remy indulged. He stayed there, eyes closed, arms around himself as he imagined it was Alex. The water began to run cold, telling him he had been too long in the shower. Turning off the spray, he got out and wrapped a towel around himself. Going into the bedroom he stripped off the sheets an threw the bedspread over the bare mattress before climbing up and curling against the pillows. He imagined Alex there stroking his body and whispering sweet dirty things. In his mind's eye he could have the Alex as he saw him through the lens of love. Perfect and affectionate and attentive. No temper, no willfulness no flaws. Just perfect.

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