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BEAUTIFUL DISASTER	By : YamanashiOchinashiIminashi Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN X-MEN and I don't profit from writing this story.

Chapter List
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CHAPTER 7
After not seeing Logan even once on Monday Remy was getting restless.
It was just like that day when he followed Logan to the supermarket. He was getting angry and was looking for a fight. Of course, he had found one. It was already quite late in the afternoon when he stumbled to Logan’s porch wondering why exactly was he even there.
He was drunk, maybe that’s why?
Logan didn’t hide his surprise at seeing the boy. He was sure that Remy was ashamed of what he had done and now would try to avoid him. That’s what he did the day before! Why was he here now? Was he angry at Logan for not stopping him or what?
“Hi, chère… CanRemyI come in?”
“Sure…”
Logan let him through the door trying to ignore the fact that Remy surely once again had been driving while drunk. He would have to give the kid a lesson on that.
Remy stopped at the entrance to the living room. There were people there: two women and a man. Remy knew them: Ms. Monroe was a teacher, Victor Creed was an asshole and the other girl was just one of those cheeks that always tried to grab his ass.
For some reason he felt hurt. He looked like he was about burst into tears. Logan pushed him a bit so he would get inside and join them.
“Sit down, Cajun.”
“Non… I don’t want to be a bother…”
He turned around and left slamming the doors angrily. Logan, dumbfounded simply stared at the door while others in the room laughed at the kid’s hysterics.
“I guess he wanted to be ALONE with you, Logan!” joked the younger woman.
“Very funny, kid! He was drunk! I shouldn’t let him go on his bike.”
“Then why didn’t he stay?” Asked a man sitting in an armchair. “I’ve heard he does that a lot lately! Is that true, little brother?”
“Just shut up, Victor. You people just love rumors, don’t you?”
“Don’t try to change the subject, Logan.“ He knew Ororo wouldn’t drop it. “Tell us, what’s going on between you and that boy.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Come on, Logan. I did believe that it were all just some rumors but then we visit you and he really is here.”
“He WASN’T here when you guys came!”
“Uuu…. Touchy, aren’t you Jimmy?”
“Shut up! I have no idea why he came here. You saw him. He was drunk. He probably didn’t even know where he was!”
“But Jubi’s right. He wasn’t too pleased to see us here. I’m afraid we scared him off.”
Logan took another beer. “Good! Normally I can’t chase him off with a stick!”
“Really, Jimmy? And what kind of ‘stick’ do you NORMALLY you use on him, huh?”
“You’re disgusting, Victor!”
“Calm down, Logan. There’s no reason to get angry. I must say you have a good taste. Remy is really hot.” Since when was Ororo into younger guys?
“What does my taste has to do with anything. I’m not the one stalking him!”
Jubilee confirmed happily - she had a huge crush on Logan since she was six.
“That’s too true! It’s Remy who has a good taste. But I’m disappointed! I thought that since professor Summers is FINALLY out of the picture you would be back on the market! And I mean for girls! He didn’t ruin you for girls, did he? Please, Logan say that this is a chance for girls this time. Please…”
“No one has a chance right now because I don’t want another relationship. I came here to get over Scott. I wanted to face this town again and just… see how it is without him, not how it is with someone else.”
Ororo sighed and concluded: “I think Remy is much hotter than Scott!” so Victor disgusted and bored changed the subject.
Meanwhile Remy was spending time with his various friends. At some point he heard Logan’s name.
“Where? Where’s Logan?”
He frantically looked around gaining more than a few weird looks and very disappointing answer.
“Nowhere. I just said that he was the one who had told me about it. What’s wrong with you , man?”
Remy didn’t answer. He simply took off once again on his bike. He didn’t care if there were people at Logan’s place. He had to go there and see his face. After parking his bike in Logan’s mailbox he audaciously entered his home like he owned the place.

This time Logan wasn’t surprised when he welcomed Remy in his hall. Poor boy was holding onto some shelf to keep straight and glared daggers at him.
“What’s the matter this time, kid?”
“Of course there IS a matter, you bastard. What the fuck did you think that Remy came here to just look at you? Of course there IS A FUCKING matter…”
Logan never let his guard down when Remy started to rummage through his pockets frantically looking for something.
“What is it? Did you come here to shoot me Cajun?”
Remy only chuckled and moved his hands from his jacket to his trousers taking out a revolver.
“No, chère, not for that.”
Still laughing softly with an honest amusement he put the gun on the shelf by the phone. Logan sighed with relief. He almost believed that the kid would kill him but Remy was once again very busy with his pockets. Finally after some more searching and cursing Remy found what he had been looking for and smiled in triumph.
“Here! Catch. I came here to give you this.”
He dropped something small near Logan’s shoes. It was his Wolverine lighter. Logan picked it up.
“Where did you get it?”
Remy’s smile faltered. “I found it.”
“Where? In my car maybe?”
“What if I did, huh? After all I’m just a thief and a criminal, non?”
Remy moved through the hallway supporting himself on the wall and fell heavily onto Logan’s couch. The other man followed him patiently.
“Where are your guests? Did I scare them off?”
That made Logan chuckle. “No, I think they fund you quite entertaining.”
“Well I don’t give a fuck about them. AND ABUT YOU TOO! Fuck…”
Logan watched him closely, looking for any signs of upcoming nausea. Remy’s face changed color a bit but the boy did not throw up. Instead he sort of whimpered.
“Oh mon Dieu… I’m wasted…”
“Why did you come here?”
Remy’s eyes were radiating with pure, unhidden longing but his voice was surprisingly harsh.
“To give you back your lighter, chère. Did you forget…?”
What was wrong with Remy? Why was he like that, so… hostile and… just different…? Logan didn’t need to wait long for an answer.
“What kind f friend are you, home? You didn’t invite me to the party.”’
“It was hardly a party and I didn’t invite anyone! They just dropped by.” Why the hell was he excusing himself, like he was actually guilty…?
“Why are you just standing there, Logan?”
“What do you want me to do? Dance for you?”
Remy giggled but quickly his face twitched and paled dangerously.
“I… feel sick…”
“Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?!”
“I don’t think I’ll make it…”
“Please, Cajun, just not on my couch!”
Remy tried to smile again. “Don’t worry, Mon ami. Remy won’t be a pig like the last time… when I got off on it….”
Logan was tempted to add that it had happened ‘TWICE’ already but kept quiet and simply watched as Remy moved his body forward and leaned his elbows on his knees - his face in his hands. Logan run out of the room and into the bathroom, quickly grabbing some bucket and in a blink of an eye he was back at Remy’s side. The kid looked miserable and Logan honestly felt bad for the boy knowing exactly what kind of morning still awaits him. He put the bucket between Cajun’s parted leg and knelt down in front of him. He could hardly speak when the pair of watery black eyes looked up at him pleadingly.
“Are you alright , kid?” Logan was surprised by his own tone of voice. Damn it, he really did like this boy, even though he was nothing but trouble. And it wasn’t just about the fact that he has a pretty face and nice ass. He was just… fun!
Remy’s face was slowly getting closer. Was he leaning for a kiss? Logan wondered if he would be able to push him away? He wasn’t so sure. Luckily his patience wasn’t up for a test this time and he sighed with relief when he felt the younger man’s head rest on his shoulder. Remy nuzzled his neck holding himself on Logan’s arms.
“You smell nice…”
“Remy!”
“What? It’s true…”
“Are you going to throw up?”
Remy nuzzled his neck some more inhaling deeply Logan’s manly scent mixed with his cologne.
“I don’t know… Don’t go…”
“I’m not going anywhere, kid. Why don’t you lay down and try to sleep?”
“Remy doesn’t want to sleep! I want to stay with you.”
Logan felt his stomach twist. This guy was driving him nuts. He was so cute and vulnerable at the moment that Logan had a really hard time trying to keep his hands to himself. Remy was so slim and nicely built… His neck was so slender and his skin so temptingly smooth… And his hands felt so dangerously good draped tightly around Logan’s body, holding him so… close…
“Just lay down.”
“Non, if I lay down I’ll fall asleep…”
“Don’t piss me off, Cajun!”
Logan pushed him away and stood up. He tried to move away but Remy’s hands circled his thighs and kept him in place with surprising strength. Logan looked down and into Remy’s amazing eyes. He really didn’t want to move away. He wanted the kid to hold on and if he was completely honest with himself he didn’t want the kid to stop doing all those stupid and tempting things. It was kind of flattering to be the center of interest for a guy like Remy. The kid was really sexy and from the way he behaved on the party around girls and his friends it was obvious that he never had to fight for anyone’s attention. This man was a lady killer and Logan couldn’t get his head around the fact that he was following him around looking for his acknowledgement. Tempting and vulnerable, lost and unsure… striving for Logan’s touch… Charlie would kill him for these thoughts.
He stepped back and away from Remy’s embrace.
“Lay down already!”
“Temping offer…” Remy smiled and stood up trying to reach his friend again but forgetting about the bucket on the floor he stumbled and fell forward straight into Logan’s waiting arms.
“You’re strong…” He smiled sweetly but didn’t make a move to stand on his own. Logan loved and hated it.
“Now, Cajun, we’re going back to the couch, you hear me?”
He carefully lowered the younger man onto the couch forcing him into the lying position. He wanted to move away but Remy pulled him down. Their lips DIDN’T crush in the searing kiss but still it was all Logan could think about at the moment. He struggled to get free and sat on the couch beside the kid in the same position as Remy minutes before – with his face in his hands… He couldn’t take it anymore. The stupid brat was completely wasted and had no idea what he was doing to Logan. He would pay for this!
Then he felt Remy’s hand sliding up and down his back. It made him shiver a bit and he cursed his senses for being so sensitive. The weird feeling in his stomach grew stronger and he couldn’t hold down a frustrated growl. He hoped Remy would take it as a warning but of course he didn’t. Instead his sneaky hand found its way around Logan and tried to get under his shirt on his stomach. He stood up quickly. He needed to run away. This kid would be the death of him! It was supposed to be so easy, simple and relaxing to come to this town but now…. What was he getting himself into…. This brat was nothing but trouble! Run, Logan!
“Don’t be mad…” That was something he heard too fucking often from those gorgeous lips…. He scowled at Remy trying to scare him into submission.
“Sleep!”
It didn’t work. Neither did his threatening voice. Remy only smiled mischievously.
“Will I get a good night kiss?”
That got Logan semi hard. It was ridiculous. He needed to get out or he would do something they would probably both regret later. Just thinking about kissing this little twit made his blood run like crazy. He wanted to kiss him, to hold him tight, to crush him under his own body and fuck senseless….
Remy sat up.
“Lay down!”
“Remy’s not your dog, Logan… I’m not your bitch. You can’t order me like that. If you kiss me I’ll go to sleep.”
“Remy!”
That was the very first time Logan ever called him by his name. It shocked the Cajun so much that he actually listened and lay down. Logan rubbed his forehead. This was so frustrating!
“Finally!” His gentler tone brought back Remy’s playful side.
“Remy’s a good boy. Remy deserved a price…” His eyes were shining with mischief and a promise of sin. It strained every muscle of Logan’s body to resist his alluring charm. It was killing him. He took a blanket that lay rumpled on the armchair and covered the new bane of his existence. He was met by a pair of truly beautiful half lidded eyes and a small smile of cherry lips. How simple would it be to lean in and touch them with his own… He stood up and started to walk toward the door.
“Logan…”
He stopped and turned toward the voice that called his name.
“What?”
But Remy was already asleep under the warm blanket, on his comfy couch… looking so temptingly sweet and innocent… RIGHT! This boy was like a headache! He was like a disease! He wasn’t innocent at all!
Going to his bedroom Logan slams the door hoping it would wake the Cajun up.

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