Title: Black Magick
Author: Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk) & Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk)
Website: none
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Black Magick 4
By Spirit Melody & Firesong
Remy pulled up in the garage and parked his bike, his thoughts still whirling from the encounter at the bar. Why is it that the wrong kind of attention, always centered around sex. Couldn't he just get bothered because of the way he looked? Or even better yet, not bothered at all. Pocketing his keys he walked up to the front door of the boathouse and walked in. Pausing, he backstepped back to the door he noticed a small piece of white paper stuck to it with a pin.
He pulled it off and unfolded the note. It read :-Gumbo,
I would have liked to have told ya face to face, but as yer were out, this'll have to do. I'm going to have to take a raincheck on the game. Sorry, but some urgent stuff has come up that just couldn't be left. I should be back about 6; hope we can have the game then.
Logan'Hmm well I s'pose dat gets m' off de hook f' missing de game'.
He checked his watch. It was just before 5 now; plenty of time for a while in the sauna before Logan got back.
Heading inside he quickly changed into shorts. I should really cover up some more if I'm headin' to de mansion. Scott'll just love pickin' on somet'ing I do, an I'm not gonna give 'im dat kind of satisfaction. He quickly pulled the jeans and his shirt on again to head down to the sauna that was positively screaming his name. He might even take a dip in the jacuzzi after. Remy smiled as he envisioned nice hot water, pulsating jets of bubbles to wash away all the aches and pains the long ride on his bike had caused. He might even put some of the lavender bubble bath that storm had given him, to help him sleep.
Unknown to him, someone was eagerly watching his every move with a sure grin. His keen sense of smell tingled at how spicy and sweet the Cajun was. Palms itched to have a little play, but he could wait. He could hold out until the right time. Then he'd get his scream that he missed so much.
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Remy had got to the sauna quickly and easily avoided the other X-Men currently at home. Once taking off all his clothes apart from the shorts he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into the sauna room; tiredly laying down on one of the long benches and closing his eyes.
He let the smothering clouds of heat swim around his body as he moved onto his stomach, laying his head on one of his arms and once again shutting his eyes. The heat cocooned tighter around his body, fogging up his brain of all his worries and concerns that day. Slowly, Remy involuntarily fell asleep.
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Smoke got down to his lungs, choking and smothering him. Several power conduits in the tunnels had gotten damaged during all the fighting and had erupted into flames. One of the fires was pretty near to him; dangerously near, but he hardly possessed the lucidity to notice.
He closed his eyes and curled up in pain. The agony spasmed all through his chest and torso; he didn't know how he was still managing to breathe in the smoke filled air. Wracking coughs tore through him, his lips were blood stained.
He didn't want to open his eyes again. He didn't want to see the carnage he had let happen. ... Massacre ... Genocide. All his fault. He'd tried to help, fought with them against the Marauders; but he couldn't save them. And it was all his fault. This slaughter could have been avoided had he not been so stupid, so naive; so desperate for any kind of freedom.
He wished he could close his ears to the sound of sobbing and screaming, the sound of pain. Wished he could close his nose to the putrid aroma of spilt blood, burning flesh. The smell of death. And he had caused it all...
Remy slipped into the awaiting oblivion again but not before feeling a rush of his own blood come up into his mouth.
When he awoke again he heard a child's voice....
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Remy opened his eyes immediately and breathed in harsh breaths of hot, muggy air. He coughed as the unpleasant burning sensation invaded his lungs.
Mon Dieu! He'd fallen asleep. Why was he cursed never to be able to sleep without reliving his past in his dreams? The only times he could ever get solace from them was when he slept in someone's arms. Usually some one nightstand without even a name to his available knowledge.
But he hadn't had sex when dating Rogue; however explosive their relationship had been at times he'd never even think of cheating on her. He'd flirted sure, but cheated? Never. He'd consigned himself to restless nights of remembered pain and agony.
After Antarctica their relationship was over in every way. But he'd never really been in the mood to go out... get himself picked up. He had a few times though.
Sighing Remy let himself clear his mind of the unwanted thoughts and relaxed back into the awaiting arms of the almost suffocating heat - vowing not to fall asleep again.
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Logan cut the engine of his powerful jeep after getting it parked where he usually had it. He would have taken his Harley but the bike was in need of some repairs even he didn't really have the expertise to perform.
Getting out of the jeep he stopped suddenly. All his instincts told him there was something amiss; someone or something was lurking around. Logan, never one to doubt his instincts, went to the security base of the mansion and ran checks of the perimeter defences. Finding nothing out of the ordinary a frown appeared on his face but he let it lie for now and went off to find the Cajun - they had a game to play. One which he was determined to win; and during that game he was also determined to get some answers. Logan was a man of action and he had been passive for too long.