Part 3

Remy pressed back against Logan’s thick chest. The warm scent of him was a pleasing and welcome drug that he soaked up into each and every one of his senses. Warm arms were wrapped about his shoulders with a rough cheek pressed into his neck and that surprisingly soft mouth nuzzled in his silky hair. Remy loved moments like this; he cherished each one with that same contentment he found in the cabin. It was all going so well. In a few hours they would close on the house and start moving their things into the new place. A place just for them, a sanctuary from the world that hated them, and the people that judged them. He couldn’t wait. Demon eyes hadn’t closed all night. Instead they watched the flickering flame from the candle he lit the night before. Logan had come back a few hours after his second important message with nothing more then “grump” written all over his face. Remy wasn’t one to sit by and let the other sulk over something, especially something he wasn’t willing to tell Remy about.

The younger man had lit a few candles, ordered some Chinese food from a place Logan liked and set up a small picnic like dinner in the center of their empty room. Logan had thought it cute, though he didn’t say so, Remy just knew he appreciated the kind gesture. After eating, Remy had been so kind as to further the evening by taking all Logan’s responsibilities away and just let his lover fall asleep under a firm massage. It was a quiet night, but the payment came in Logan’s calm breathing and that smile he held on his face when he saw the meal.

The other stirred slightly, Remy shifted to look over his shoulder but Logan was still deep within his own dreams. The arms laced around him tightened with a sleepy grumble and a muffled comment that sounded a lot like “Price check on prune juice Bob.” Remy held his amused laugh and just snuggled back harder. Logan was cute in those half awake moments, well, as cute as a man like Logan could get. Crimson hues finally managed to close an hour before sun rise, and once asleep, it was harder to wake Remy then the dead. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t hear Logan leaving.

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Logan just couldn’t tell him. Not after walking in on that picnic and then the long oil massage. Every time he opened his mouth to break the news to Remy, the bastard went and did another nice thing. To top it off he had to look so damn peaceful this morning when Logan got up. Those dark burning brown strands of silk hair and the soft glow of his rough stubble chin was too nice a site to disturb. Logan would just pack his bag and leave a massage for the youth, and pray that he still had a lover when he got back. It would be better this way anyhow. Remy would only get in the way and ask a bunch of questions Logan wasn’t ready to answer. He even went as far as to sound angry in his note, warning Remy to stay put and that he would call tonight. If Remy weren’t at home to take the call he would not be coming home at all. He hopped that empty threat and the vagueness of the note would be enough to keep the nosy Cajon at home.

Yet Logan still felt very guilty. They would loose the house. Logan had to be at the closing to sign papers and without him, they would loose their deposit and the house. That was going to take him a long time to make up to Remy.

Slipping down into his seat, the flight attendant came up to offer him a before flight pillow and blanket. He took the pillow and requested some water. He was taking public transportation to keep a certain someone from finding him so easily. It was too easy to find one of the Jets with their tracking devices. Getting around the metal detectors was the hardest part, but he managed. Leaning back in the small seat, Logan looked out the window to the workers below with their orange vests and glow sticks to direct the flow of the planes. This was going to be a rough trip, he was already missing the smell of Remy’s hair.

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“Non! Dat bastard!” Remy stormed from his room in nothing more then a pair of old boxers and a wife beater. His fist was clenched hard around the small piece of paper that had been left on the dresser. Across the lawn and past the morning class of Auto shop that was being idly taught by Summers, Remy slammed the garage door shut with a furry of giggles from the young fems of the class and a very upset look on the leaders face. Remy didn’t care however, he was going to find which jet Logan had taken and track the bastard down. Leave him here with the house and their relationship on the line, will he? I think not!

Ororo happen out of the hall, a cup of coffee in her hand and a bagel in the other, just as Remy rounded the bed and barely managed to avoid her. The expression on the lean man’s face was enough to send the normally calm woman into a worried pace behind him.

“Good heaven’s Remy, what on earth has gotten you so upset child?” Remy wouldn’t look at her, not at the moment, he was on a mission and he would be damned if anything would get in his way, even Ro.

“Out Remy’s way Cher. He got somet’ing to do. An’ someone ta kill.”

Storm smiled slightly and came to pause in her pace behind the agitated mutant.

“Ah, I see. This is about Logan leaving at six this morning.”

That sent Remy into a full whoa and he turned to look at her as she smiled and turned on her heel, her slow even pace away from him was meant as a mocking female gesture and Remy near snarled at her, much like Logan would have done.

“’Old it ‘ro. What you know ‘bout Logan leavin’ eh?”

With his attention snared, she only smiled and kept walking, waving a dismissing hand over her shoulder to him. “Nothing dear one. I only saw him leave, nothing more.”

Remy didn’t seem pleased with this new fact at all, but he set back out for the control room to find out just where Logan had vanished too.

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The plane landed about twenty minuets ahead of schedule, which was fine with Logan; he hated these small spaces with little children crying and some stupid toddler in the back that kept kicking his seat. He had come very close to slicing off the brat’s legs if it had not been for the same sturdiest that noticed his irritation and asked the boy to stop. Logan gave her a thankful smile and went back to the papers he had brought with him. It had been so long since he had been back to Niagara that he had nearly forgotten the life here.

Once off the plane he had his passport checked, his bags were ruffled through for fruits and the like, while his avoidance of the metal detector couldn’t be avoided this time and he had to explain why his bones set off the machine. He got away with the lie of a bad accident that left several metal bolts in his bones and he was here to see a high-tec Doctor in the east. Canadians, got to love their gullibility.

Renting a car was easy, but the hotel was a lot harder. It was tourist season and the falls were booked up solid. The only thing he could get his hands on was a lover’s sweet at the towers. It was going to cost him a mint but it was prime location for all the wax museums and the light show on the falls each night. Tossing down his bags once the bell hope had brought him up, he gave the pimple-faced kid a small tip and snarled at him to make sure he had all the privacy he wanted.

It was already dark, he would have to start looking for Kiko tomorrow; and though he was dreading it all night, he had to call Remy as promised.

The phone rang twice and Hank picked up with his usual “Salutations and good evening.” Logan had to smirk as he could tell from the pitch that hand was hanging upside down as he spoke.

“Hey Hank, Remy there?”

“Oh, good evening Logan. Why yes he is, one moment and I will be most pleased as to transfer you up to the war room.”

The war room? Heh, the little shit was still looking for him, or they were all about to go on a mission. Remy just wouldn’t be there for any other reason. The phone rang again, three times and finally Jean picked up.

“War room.”

“Hey Jeannie, Remy there?”

“Hello Logan, no I think he left about an hour ago. He was really pissed off about something. Scott..?” Jean moved her mouth away from the phone for a moment and spoke to the deeper voice of her husband. Returning, she battled for the right words. “Ah, Logan? He went out, left a message with Scott that you would know where to find him, whatever that means.”

“Gotcha Red. Thanks.”

With that he hung up. Remy had gone drinking at Joe’s. It was where the mutant went when he was upset or depressed. Logan wasn’t sure he wanted to call that place for two reasons. One, Remy wouldn’t be drunk, and two, Remy would be pissed off and drunk. So be it, he had to call, sound mad he had to track the other down and then hang up. He had to keep Remy pissed off long enough to keep him out of trouble.

The phone rang at the bar three or four times before the bar tender picked up with a blast of old rock and male voices in the background.

“Joe’s, this is Joe.” The tender spoke.

“I’m looking for Remy. He there?”

“Nah man, he left about a half hour ago, with some blond girl. Not sure where they went, Sorry man.”

The phone clicked as Joe hung up and Logan looked down into the receiver like it had just come alive and bit his ear. Remy left….with a blond? Coal hues narrowed slightly and Logan dialed up the Mansion again, this time direct into Remy’s room. It rang twice and then a female picked up the phone, slightly out of breath.

“Hello?” Her voice was perky and yet held that air of sexual nature to it. She giggled and Logan could hear Remy’s voice in the background.

“Put de phone down Cherrie and come over here.”

Logan snarled as the phone hit the cradle and he threw it across the room. This was unbelievable. He leaves for one fucking night and the son of a bitch has got a female in THEIR bed! Six deadly claws sprung from his fists and in a few short moments, there wasn’t a pillow left in the sweet.

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Remy smiled. Looking down to the pretty blond he gave a warm and amused wink before taking the phone from her and setting it down.

“Was that good enough Mr. Lebeau?” Her soft red mouth pulled up into a smile and Remy nodded slight.

“Perfect Cher. T’anks much for helpin’ ol Remy out with his joke. And please, call Me Remy.”

“I hope you don’t get into too much trouble Remy. He sounded really pissed off.”

“Dat he did.”

Remy grinned.