Pack Promises

Remy sat cross-legged on the bed watching Logan meditate. His head was propped up on his hand and his notes on the sentinel project were scattered around him. His notebook rested on his knee. He couldn't concentrate when Logan was just so. . . gone. It made his skin itch. It wasn't like when someone was content or bored or thinking. Logan just wasn't there and his charm didn't like it one bit.

"Ain't ya got work to do?" Logan nearly growled, settling back into consciousness.

"Oui. But it ain't easy t' work wit' y' just sittin' there like that. Remind me t' steal Scotty's office or somethin' next time."

Logan chuckled. "Probably give Chuck a heart attack seein' ya behind Scooter's desk."

"Don' like that desk. Too functional."

"Then why not use yer own?"

"Y' far too practical, cher."

Logan stretched, his back popping. "I was thinkin', Darlin'."

"Dangerous."

Logan chuckled again. He settled on the bed, letting Remy lean against him like a backrest. "Seems to me, it's time fer me to say somethin' to ya?"

"'Bout what?" Remy's chest burned with the contraction of fear that always accompanied "talks."

"Been thinkin' about how I been actin' towards ya." Logan could smell fear and cursed himself for stumbling. "Meant to say this more quickly. I love ya, Rems. I'm head over heels fer ya. And I'd like some way of makin' it official."

Remy took a breath. "Y' done scared me t' death, cher." His heart slowed. "Let me finish this 'foreScotty gets a burr up his ass. Then, we talk. D'accord?"

"Sure, kiddo. Don't want Slim in a mood."

Content to have Logan near and present, Remy dove into writing his report.

Logan filled his senses with his lover's presence, the soft spicy smell mixed with soft pine, sharp ozone and cotton candy, deeply hidden purr and steady heartbeat, sharply angled bones and savage strength trapped in muscle. His Spice was a predator and it showed in the deftness of his fingers and the silence of his breathing. Logan stroked down the spine, counting bones idly.

"Cher, if y' keep that up, I ain't never gonna finish and ole Cyke's gonna be botherin' us all night."

Logan blinked out of his reverey realizing that his fingers had been straying lower than he'd intended. "I'll go fix us a snack, Darlin'." Logan placed a reverent kiss to the back of his lover's neck, then padded out of the room.

Remy took a deep breath to get himself under control. It had only been a month, but Logan already knew every sensitive spot on Remy's body.

*****

Logan fixed a snack of crisp vegetables and cheese. He grabbed two beers and headedp the stairs. His nose twitched. Bobby was nearby. "Ya do anything funny I'm gonna carve ya into a swan, Bob-o."

Bobby considered the threat, but iced up the stairs anyway. Logan went down with a spectacular crash that pulled everyone from their rooms. Bobby bolted towards the back of the house only to be caught by the professor's summons. //Robert, come to the front hall immediately.// Bobby winced when he saw the glass, beer and food scattered over the rug. But what scared him was the glowing anger in Remy's eyes where he knelt by his lover.

Logan would recover, no doubt of that, but Remy would neither forget nor forgive. If Scott hadn't casually stepped on the back of the Cajun's hand, Bobby would have been in serious danger.

Remy shook of Scott's control and stroked Logan's hair off of his forehead.

//Look carefully, Robert.// Xavier's voice was icicle sharp. //If someone other than Logan had fallen, he would be dead.//

//I wouldn't have done it to anyone else.//

//I distinctly remember Scott breaking his leg after just such and occurrence. This behavior is completely irresponsible and unacceptable. If you insist on pulling pranks they must remain on the level of salt in the sugar jar, or a rat in the Twinkie box. Something like this will not be tolerated.//

//Meaning?//

//Meaning that Scott will not restrain Remy a second time.//

Bobby paled. Gambit could level a building with a hand of cards. Bobby went for the broom.

"Take him upstairs, Jean," Hank said.

"Do you have my report?" Scott asked Remy.

Gambit shoved the crumpled papers into Scott's hands. "Fuck you too, cher."

"No. You can't be with him right now. Hank's going to take a look at him and get him settled. Until then, you stay down here."

"Non!"

"Yes." Scott's voice was steel. The Cajun stared at his face for a long moment. He nodded.

"Y' got until Hank finishes. No longer."

"That's all I ask."

****

Logan regained awareness slowly. He could make out the steady heartbeat of his mate next to him and the steady beep of one of Blue's machines as well. He cracked open an eye and found it was too bright in the room for that. The shades were open and sun streamed into the room. He opened his eyes slowly and watched his mate stretch.

****

"Bout time y' woke up, cher. Beginnin' t' worry me." Remy turned from the window to see his lover waking up. He walked over to settle on the bed. He detached the monitors carefully. He placed a soft kiss on Logan's cheek. He stroked the short, wiry hair back. He smiled.

****

Looked like the pup needed some play-time. Logan grinned up at him, then, grabbed him and rolled him over, hands seeking out all the points that would make him whimper and giggle.

****

"Merde! Non!" Remy laughed. He squirmed under Logan's fingers, trying to get away, but not too hard. He liked being tickled and he didn't like it in equal measures, but it was good to have Logan awake again. Hank bustled into the room just as Logan was changing from tickling to arousing. Logan still placed a burning kiss on Remy's mouth, even as Hank stopped short a step inside the room. Hank cleared his throat. Remy glared at him. "What?" he demanded.

"I needed to make sure Logan hadn't died. The monitors downstairs said that his heart had stopped. I see now it was just the interference of a thief. You know you cannot interfere in medical procedures."

Logan growled menacingly at the doctor. He shook his head and looked down at his mate. "We gonna let him get away with bein' an idiot?"

Remy sighed. "Oui. Best t' do that else he'll get cranky from not havin' anyt'in' t' fuss over."

"I resent that implication. Logan, if you would sit at the edge of the bed. Alone, Remy," Hank stated. Remy stuck his tongue out and just for spite, curled up just behind the Wolverine. Hank looked over his glasses at the young man. Remy ignored him. Hank checked Logan's pulse, eyes, temperature and reflexes. They were all normal. The doctor rolled the monitor out of the room. "Be good, gentlemen."

Remy sighed.

"I'm gonna catch a shower, kiddo. Get the blood outta my hair. Then, we'll go find somethin' to mark ya."

"Y' got a mouth."

"Rems."

"I know. Y' want a ring or somet'in'. Not'in' like a tattoo, y' hear me?"

"I hear ya." Logan went to the shower while Remy made the bed and found his shoes. One of them was hiding under the dresser while the other one was jammed between the wall and the bed. How the heck had it gotten there? He wondered.

Logan scrubbed out the blood. He wished that Remy'd leave his shampoo in the shower so he could use it. He preferred the pine scent of it to anything he could find in the supermarket. He'd have to ask about it. First he needed to get a ring on the boy's hand, then he'd discuss housing arrangements. Remy was tying his shoelaces when Logan came out. His bangs fell in a curtain obscuring his face. The deft fingers were picking a knot out of one side of his lace. Logan watched for a moment, until the Cajun looked up suspiciously at him. "Y' ain't plannin' on ticklin' m' again?"

"Nope, just watchin'. I like watchin' ya."

Remy shook his head. "Crazy old man." Logan ignored that and pulled on some jeans and a tee-shirt. He put on his boots.

"Let's go, kiddo." Remy grabbed his trench off of the back of the couch and followed the Canadian out of the room and down the stairs. Bobby was still working on the stains in the front carpet. Remy ignored him. Bobby still winced as they passed. He remembered the burning anger in the Cajun's eyes. The professor had no idea how real the threat from Gambit was. The Cajun was going to kill him for this stunt, or at least make his life a living Hell for awhile.

"Car or bikes?" Remy asked.

"Bike. Mine. Ride with me?"

Remy debated, then nodded. "Sure." He climbed on behind the older man and wrapped his arms around his waist. He settled one hand on Logan's crotch as they left the school grounds. He toyed with the stiffening cock he found there until Logan pulled to the side of the road.

"Listen, kiddo, if you don't want me to take you into those woods and fuck you until you scream, lay off."

"Mebbe that's what I want?"

"Maybe yer just bein' a brat. Keep yer hands above the waistline."

"That ain't no fun. What's the point of sharin' a ride with ya if'n I can't play?"

"Gettin' there faster."

Remy sighed. "Oui, Logan, Remy'll be good." They made it into the City a short while longer. Remy was surprised. He'd assumed they were heading to the mall. "Cher?" he asked as they pulled to a stop in front of a small jewelry shop. "Y' know this place good?"

"Yep. Owner's an old friend. Come on." Remy trailed the Canadian inside, eyes taking in every drop of security as they passed. The room was small in dark, but the security was surprisingly good. "Hey Charlene."

"Logan! I haven't seen you in a year. Where the fuck have you been?"

"I been around. How you been doin', Darlin'?"

"I'm pretty good. Who's the gorgeous creature you've got casing my store?"

"Remy, this is Charlene. Be good."

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle." Remy scowled at Logan. "I'm always good."

"Bullshit," Charlene sneezed. "How can I help you today?" She leaned across the counter.

"Need a ring."

Remy frowned at the Canadian for a moment, then, considered the practicality. Logan was known to run on his hands, the ring would only hurt him. He wanted to mark the man though. He'd have to find something that wouldn't interfere in his movement. The last thing Logan would allow was something that would do that. A necklace maybe? Or an earring? No, the piercing wouldn't stay in Logan's ear long enough. A necklace then. Something that would withstand his hunting. Remy's eyes sought the answer in the cases. His attention was caught by a very familiar devise on one of the necklaces. He looked up at Charlene. He looked around the room again. There were no other indications that she was guild. There were holes in security. Maybe she was just clan? Logan had a selection of rings out on the counter. He put a hand out and Remy obliged by giving him his hand to test the rings on. "Chere? Can I see that piece there, sil vous plait?"

"Sure. It's an older piece. I think it's a family crest."

"Oui, it is," he said absently. He held the necklace up for inspection. Yes, it was the LeBeau crest. He smiled. "I'll take it."

"You don't want to know the price?"

"I know y' gonna give me a good deal."

"Oh?"

"Oui, cause if y' rip me off, I'll just take the equal amount out of the place." He smiled at her and she laughed.

"And honest crook. What's next?"

"I ain't wearin' a diamond ring, cher, somet'in' plain." Logan shook his head.

"Yer fingers need ornamentin'." He kissed the Cajun's palm, tongue pressing into the center briefly. Remy closed his eyes and forced his lust down.

"Somethin' simple then. I still ain't wearin' diamonds. Too many bad associations." Logan cocked his head to the side. "I ain't talkin' t' y' about them neither."

"Four hundred." Remy handed over his Visa. She raised her brows. He shrugged. She ran the card with a smirk. "You are well-caught."

"Oui," he agreed as Logan changed the rings once again. "That one feels weird, cher."

"Good or bad?"

Remy considered. "Creepy." Logan took it off and replaced it with another. "Better."

"Looks like shit though." Logan changed the band again. "How's that one?"

"Peaceful."

Logan considered. He set it on the possible pile and selected another. "And this one?"

Remy swallowed hard. "Y' like it?" he hazarded.

"I wanna know what it feels like."

"Like we ain't gonna make it all the way home."

Logan grinned. "A possible then."

Remy signed the sales slip and put the necklace away. "Possible."

Two more rings. "Non, cher. I ain't wearin' this one."

Logan slid on the two possible rings, comparing size and shape. He chose one of the two and Charlene packed it up for him. Remy flexed his hand.

"Which one y' choose?"

"You'll see." Remy rolled his eyes. "Dinner?"

"Sure."

"Thanks, Charlene. I'll be back soon."

"He's a size 8 by the way," she informed Logan. "I'll make a note. What do you want for Christmas, Remy?"

The Cajun shrugged. "Logan wit' a bow 'round his neck?"

Charlene laughed. "Keep this one. I like him." She waved as they left the store.

"Where we gonna eat?"

"There's a sushi place down the street."

"Okay." Remy settled behind Logan on the bike once again. "Y' sure y' want food t' eat?"

"Don't tempt me, kiddo, or we ain't gonna eat at all tonight."

"That'd be a shame. Y' look good enough t' nibble on." Remy bit at Logan's earlobe.

"Remy," Logan growled. The Cajun settled back with a smirk. They were off a moment later. Remy surveyed the front of the building. It didn't look like much, just a hole in the wall sushi bar. He followed Logan inside and looked over the cheap paper menu. They ordered. "Listen, kiddo, I was thinkin', you mind us goin' to the woods when we get back. Not fer long," he added quickly.

"Oui, cher. Whatever y' want." Remy shrugged. "Long as y' be there, I ain't scared of the woods. Now, send m' out t' find m' own way, then we got a problem."

Logan snorted. "We gotta work on that, kiddo."

The sushi was fresh and perfect. Remy avoided the pickled ginger with the wariness of one who'd been burned before, thinking it was salmon. Logan smirked at him.

*****

Scott frowned down at the report. "Computer, locate Gambit."

"Designate Gambit is not on the grounds."

"What? Locate Wolverine?"

"Designate Wolverine is not on the grounds."

"Those two idiots. Logan shouldn't be riding this soon. I'm going to have to put a leash on both of them," Scott muttered to himself. He looked up when Storm came into the room. "Hey, Ro."

"Hello, Scott."

"What can I do for you?"

"Tell me, are you okay with Jean's relationship with me, or are we hurting you?"

Scott blinked. "I don’t care who she fucks. Is that all?"

"You're sure?" Storm frowned. "I thought you were in love with her?"

Scott considered. "I was in love with the idea of being part of the perfect couple. But then," Scott shrugged, "we spent twelve years together in the future and now, we're done. It was a good run. And we'll always be friends. But it gives me something more to torture Charles with so it's all good."

"And Logan and Remy's relationship?" Ororo continued to probe, "How has that affected you?"

"I still love Logan, if that's what you're asking. But I'm done with relationships at the moment."

Storm nodded sadly. She left the room. Scott turned back to his papers. "I'm going to kill them for running out like this. Computer, did Gambit or Wolverine take their coms?"

"Communication badges are located in Wolverine's room."

"Dead meat. They're dead meat."

*****

Remy shivered in the fall air. He wound his fingers into Logan's. Logan's nostrils flared to take in the fresh scents of the autumn woods. They settled in the little den that Logan had made his own. "This is where I first realized I cared fer ya," Logan said quietly. "It wasn't when you came after me either. It was when you first showed up. I was sitting out here, trying to make sense of the world, and you kept intruding into my thoughts. I realized that I loved you then, but you were with Rogue so I classified it with my lust fer Jeannie and my crush on Scott. It didn't fade though. It just got stronger and stronger. And when you came for me, I realized that maybe it wasn't out of my reach. Maybe there was a chance that you could love me. But you were still with Rogue and I didn't want to push you into anything you might regret. The realization came when I saw you and Scooter fightin' and I was thinkin' of you as my mate and nothing else that I knew fer certain that this was gonna be a ferever thing. That's why I want to give you this."

Logan pulled the ring out of his pocket. He slid it onto Remy's hand. The Cajun was biting his lower lip. He melted as the soft, peaceful aura of the ring hit him. He kissed Logan softly on the lips. "Merci. And this, well, I never t'ough that I'd find somet'in' like this anywhere. This is the LeBeau crest." Remy dangled the necklace from his fingers. "We have t' get a stronger chain, mebbe, but would y' wear it f' m'?"

"Of course, Darlin'. Of course." Logan put on the necklace, surprised at the lightness of it. He slipped it inside his shirt so it wouldn't get lost. Then, he pulled the Cajun into a tight hug, followed by a deep, gentle kiss.

//Logan, Remy, you'd better come inside before Scott has a conniption fit.// Jean informed them. //He's been looking for you for hours.//

Remy groaned into Logan's shoulder, but they pulled themselves up and headed for the mansion.

FINIS

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