Title: Dangerous Liaisons
Author: Xanax
Rating: R
Fandom: X-Men Comicverse
Pairing: Logan/Remy
Permission to post: Anyone who wants it, feel free, just give me credit.
Series: Voyeur
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it weren’t true, Logan and Remy aren’t mine; I’m just having a bit of fun. They belong to Marvel, not me.
Summary: Remy’s sick, but that’s not going to stop him from messing with Logan. Takes place a couple of months after “Crime & Punishment.”
Dangerous Liaisons
By Xanax
“God dammit,” Logan muttered, watching Remy leave his room and wander down the hall. The kid was stubborn as a damn mule sometimes.
Growling dangerously, Logan watched the boy pad down the hallway, noticeably unsteady on his feet. It wasn’t like Remy didn’t know he would be keeping tabs on him, the kid was just mule-headed and willful, plain and simple.
The kid was supposed to be in bed resting, not wandering the halls. Remy was at that irritating halfway point that Logan dreaded, though – well enough that he couldn’t stand to stay in bed, but too sick to be up wreaking havoc – which would explain why the kid was blatantly disobeying Logan’s orders and wandering the halls.
Grumbling under his breath, Logan watched the boy’s weaving path through the dimly lit halls on the security monitor. ‘He better have a damn good reason for bein’ out of bed,’ Logan thought, unconsciously popping his claws.
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Smiling dazedly to himself, Remy trailed his fingers along the wall as he walked, enjoying the coolness of the wallpaper under his fingers and the hardwood floors under his bare feet; it felt wonderful compared to the fevered heat of the rest of his body.
He was supposed to be in bed, but he just couldn’t stand being cooped up any longer…besides, he had plans, and wanted Logan in on them; it was so much more fun knowing he had an audience.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Remy attempted to slide down the stairway banister, laughing deliriously as his lack of balance sent him sprawling on his butt on the steps. “Guess I’m walkin’,” he muttered with a chuckle and hauled himself to his feet.
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Logan was torn between laughter and rage; the kid was going to get himself killed if he kept that shit up, but he couldn’t help but laugh all the same. “What in the hell are you doin’, Rem?” Logan muttered under his breath, watching as the boy navigated the stairs, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Debating whether he should track the boy down and put him back in bed or not, Logan decided to wait and find out what the kid was up to first. There was always a chance, no matter how slim it may have been, that Remy actually had a real reason for being out of bed.
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Ice cream…he wanted ice cream. Eyes going wide with excitement, Remy bounded down the last several steps, barely managing to keep himself from falling flat on his butt at the bottom of the stairs. The kitchen had security cameras, too; that meant he could kill two birds with one stone.
Humming under his breath, Remy wandered down the dimly lit hallways, knowing that Logan was watching and wondering if the other man was going to punish him for his unsanctioned escape. ‘You’re a real rebel, Rem,’ he thought with a chuckle.
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Logan had no idea what Remy was so happy about, but he looked like a kid in a candy store; probably just delirious, but as long as the kid was happy, that was what mattered. It looked like the boy was heading for the kitchen, which wasn’t unusual for Remy – the kid usually ended up in there after a night spent partying – but it didn’t explain why the kid was heading there tonight. Remy wasn’t the midnight snack type, but the kid had barely eaten anything for the last few days, so it wasn’t inconceivable that he was on a snack run.
Food was on Logan’s short list of valid reasons for getting out of bed, but he intended to make sure the kid didn’t dawdle. He’d give Remy five minutes to get back to his room; if the kid wasn’t back in bed by then, he’d be dealing with one very pissed off Wolverine.
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Logan was too far away for Remy to be able to pick up with his empathy, but he had a feeling that Logan was probably none too happy with him right now. Pulling this one off would take some work, but Remy was sure he could manage it; he just had to get Logan’s attention and hold it, and he knew just how to do it.
Rummaging in the freezer, Remy grinned as he found what he was craving. Grabbing a spoon and foregoing the bowl, he hopped onto the counter, laughing as he almost fell off the other side. “Dat was smooth,” he said with a grin, yanking the lid off the ice cream.
By his calculations, he had about a minute before Logan came and manhandled him back into bed, but a minute would be all he would need if he played his cards right. Digging into the ice cream, he grinned; this was going to be fun.
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Logan watched with an amused snort as the kid dug into the ice cream, shoving a spoonful in his mouth with a look of such orgasmic bliss that Logan couldn’t help but laugh even as he felt his cock stir in response; it was amazing how easily the kid could get him going.
Momentarily giving up his plan to drag the kid back to bed, Logan simply watched, mouth watering, as Remy licked the spoon, eyes half-closed in unconcealed pleasure. The kid knew he was watching, of that he was certain, but it was hard to tell if the boy was being purposely seductive or if he was just enjoying himself; either explanation was equally believable. Either way, Logan couldn’t deny the effect it was having on him; his cock was already straining so hard against the front of his pants that it hurt.
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Licking the last of the ice cream from the spoon, Remy set the carton on the counter; he was walking a fine line between seduction and suicide and he knew it. He could only push Logan so far, but he also knew how to play him. Besides, he was sick and feverish; he was supposed to be irrational, wasn’t he?
Giggling to himself, Remy cast a mischievous glance at the security camera in the corner of the room. Throwing caution to the wind, he pulled his rumpled t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor; it was all or nothing, and he was a gambler.
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Licking his lips, Logan leaned on the console, breath ragged and cock aching, all thoughts of putting his wayward invalid back to bed gone, replaced by deep, aching need. If the kid was going to bed, he was going with him, but until then he was going to let this play out.
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Letting his eyes fall closed, Remy rubbed the heel of his hand over the fly of his jeans with a soft moan, splaying his knees wider in unconcealed pleasure. The security cameras didn’t have audio, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself. He wished he could see Logan, know what the other man was doing, but he was happy enough just knowing he had an audience.
Licking his lips seductively, he slowly undid the fly of his jeans, purposely drawing it out, both because he enjoyed the edge the wait created and because he knew that Logan felt the same way. Tugging the last button open, Remy sighed in pleasure as his cock sprang free, hard and aching.
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Logan bit back a snarl as he watched the boy’s agonizingly slow striptease; he knew Remy knew he was watching, but the voyeuristic thrill was there all the same. The kid was totally uninhibited and completely unconcerned about the risk involved in being somewhere so public…it was so easy to imagine that Remy had no idea he was watching him, and Logan had a feeling that the kid would have done it anyway, even if he hadn’t been watching. Remy was just the type to do what he wanted when he wanted to do it. The kid didn’t know the meaning of the word “inhibition.”
Eyes never leaving the security monitor, Logan tore at the fly of his jeans, freeing his aching cock with a deep growl of need. To hell with putting the kid to bed, this was too good to miss.
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A fey smile crossing his lips, Remy wrapped one hand around his aching cock, leaning back on the counter with the other, and arched his hips with a keening whimper. Eyes closed in bliss, Remy started a slow rhythm; he didn’t want to come just yet, he wanted to draw this out. Waiting just made the reward all the sweeter.
Stroking lightly, Remy moaned softly, hips hitching up in pleasure. He wondered what Logan was doing…if Logan wanted it as badly as he did. The fever and the dizziness were forgotten, lost in the heated flush of excitement and the lightheadedness of desire. He felt good…wonderful, and he wanted more.
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Panting, Logan stroked his aching cock roughly, unconsciously mimicking the rhythm the boy had fallen into. The kid was just too beautiful to believe; cheeks flushed with fever and desire, eyes closed, head slightly back, cock long and hard and dripping…gritting his teeth, Logan fought back his climax. He wasn’t ready to come just yet, he wanted to wait and see how this played out first.
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A half-smile quirking his lips, Remy tried not to laugh. He didn’t know why, but a mental image of the look Scott would have on his face if he walked in on him messing around in the kitchen like this had just crossed his mind…he had to be delirious, but he couldn’t help himself; that’d really get Cyke going. It’d…his thoughts were derailed by a painfully hard stab of pleasure, bringing him back to reality and his quickly building climax.
Unable to hold back any longer, Remy stroked harder and with less control. Giving up the fight to remain quiet, he threw his head back with a soft cry, hips hitching up helplessly. He couldn’t hold back any longer, no matter how much he would have liked to draw it out, make Logan suffer a little; giving his cock one last hard stroke, Remy cried out in frantic pleasure as his orgasm hit him: coming in hard, pulsing spurts, the edges of his vision going black in the rush of pleasure.
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Eyes fixed hungrily on the sight of the boy’s unabashed ecstasy, Logan surrendered gratefully to his climax with a smothered howl, coming with an intensity that was almost painful. There was just something so fucking hot about watching without being seen, and Logan was helpless to resist it.
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Remy sighed contentedly, satisfied for the moment being. Opening his eyes halfway, he cast a mischievous glance at the security camera, knowing that Logan would still be watching, and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a soft purr of pleasure.
Sighing, he leaned back on the counter, trying to keep his eyes open. He knew he should probably clean up the mess he’d made, but he just couldn’t work up the motivation he needed to actually do it. He’d just have to use the fact that he was sick as an alibi – “Honestly, Scott, I don’ know who left de ice cream out an’ jerked off in de kitchen…wasn’t me. I’m sick, ‘member?”
Hopping off the counter with a giggle, Remy padded out of the kitchen, pants still undone.
PART 2
Logan shook his head with an amused snort as he surveyed the damage the kid had done to the kitchen. Someone was going to have to clean it up, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Remy; the kid was already back up in his room, probably sound asleep.
Normally, Logan wouldn’t let the kid get away with not cleaning up – someone had to discipline him – but he was feeling magnanimous and, besides, the kid was sick. Remy deserved a little bit of spoiling for once – as long as no one found out about him playing housekeeper, that is – it’d ruin his reputation.
Closing his eyes, Logan inhaled deeply, smelling chocolate and sex and Remy; the mixture was intoxicating. He could already feel his cock stirring again in response and had to fight to keep his mind on the task at hand. There were still several hours left until dawn and he had plans for his wicked little invalid. Logan set to work, a feral grin etched on his face.
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Standing in the hallway outside the boy’s room, Logan listened to the sounds of deep, even, congested breathing on the other side of the door; the boy was definitely asleep, but Logan wasn’t going to let that ruin his plans. The kid could sleep all day once morning came, but right now Logan wanted him awake; he wasn’t through playing just yet.
Logan opened the door quietly and stepped in, shutting it lightly behind him; he wasn’t worried about waking Remy up – the kid could sleep through a war – but there were other people sleeping, and the last thing he wanted was someone finding out he wasn’t at his security post.
Moving to stand by the bed, Logan let his eyes wander over the boy sprawled on his stomach on the bed; one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress, fingers trailing on the floor, toes on both feet turned inward, the waistband of his jeans pushed dangerously low on his hips, one side lower than the other – the kid hadn’t even bothered buttoning them, apparently – dead to the world and heartrendingly beautiful.
He almost didn’t have the heart to wake the boy, no matter how badly he wanted to continue their game, but he was saved the trouble as Remy stirred, a soft smile gracing his lips. Once again, Logan wasn’t sure what he had done to announce his presence – the boy was a notoriously sound sleeper – but Remy was awake now, or at least partially so, and the question was driven from his mind as the boy’s ruby and ebony eyes opened dreamily and sleepily fixed on him.
“Couldn’ stay away?” Remy asked sleepily, a smirk on his pouty lips.
“Nope,” Logan confirmed, a mock-dangerous edge to his voice. “I hope you’re happy, kid. I’m gonna have to eat all that ice cream now; it’s got your germs all in it.”
“You got it rough, cher,” Remy answered with mock seriousness. So far it looked like he was going to get away with his little escapade in the kitchen, which was good…very good. He wasn’t feeling up to being punished – fucking, yes; punishment, no.
“So you just come up here t’ complain or you got somethin’ else on your mind?” As if he didn’t know what Logan was looking for – but he wasn’t ready to let on about that just yet; he wasn’t sure how well Logan would take it.
“Watch it, kid,” Logan warned.
Remy sighed and rolled over onto his back, a blissful half-smile on his lips, fixing Logan with a drowsy stare. “People gonna t’ink you’re a moder hen, Logan. Comin’ up here t’ take care of me an’ all,” Remy continued, heedless of Logan’s notorious temper.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Logan muttered, refusing to let the boy get to him; Remy didn’t mean anything by it, the boy was just a natural pain in the ass. “C’mere, kid. Sit up.”
Levering himself into a sitting position, Remy moved to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing his lover. A fey smile quirking his lips, Remy leaned back on the heels of his hands, giving Logan a good view of his straining cock and washboard stomach; the need pouring off of Logan was too powerful to resist, and Remy surrendered eagerly.
Licking his lips, Logan eyed the boy’s dripping cock with barely contained hunger. Forcing himself to wait, Logan laid the palm of his hand against the boy’s feverish forehead, and swore under his breath. “You’re burnin’ up, Rem,” Logan said softly, even as his cock responded eagerly to the mouth-watering picture in front of him.
“Dat ain’t no surprise…you always get me all hot an’…” Remy started.
“Can it, kid,” Logan interrupted, silencing the boy with a warning glare. “Come on, Rem. Let’s see if we can get that fever down,” he said firmly, making it clear that there was no room for argument.
“But…” Remy protested, pouting.
“You. Shower. Now,” Logan ordered, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, pleased when the boy automatically followed the order without a second’s hesitation.
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The kid was gorgeous – even sick as he was – water running down between sharp shoulder-blades and over the tight curve of his ass, cinnamon hair mahogany under the spray of the shower…leaning forward, Logan pressed a gentle kiss to the boy’s shoulder, groaning softly as his straining cock pressed against the boy’s firm ass. “Feelin’ better yet, Rem?” Logan purred, nuzzling the back of the boy’s neck.
“Every minute,” Remy purred, pressing back against Logan with a soft moan.
“Good,” Logan snarled, “gettin’ tired of waitin’.”
Pushing Remy up against the shower wall, Logan pressed himself hard against the boy, loving the feel of shower-slick skin against his straining cock. “Want somethin’, Rem?” Logan asked, pressing his aching erection up against the boy’s tight ass.
“Oui, s’il te plaît, Maître,” Remy whined desperately, pushing back into Logan’s firm grip with frantic eagerness.
“That’s my boy,” Logan purred, pulling away and soaping his aching cock.
Grasping the boy’s hips, Logan pressed in slowly, groaning as Remy pressed eagerly back against him, seating his cock deeper into his ass. Fighting for self-control, Logan set a slow, steady rhythm; he was trying to go easy on the boy, but it was so hard when all he wanted to do was just take.
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Logan was torturing him…fucking him with excruciating slowness when all he wanted was a good, hard pounding. Whimpering, Remy pressed hard back against Logan, urging his lover to quicken the pace, take him harder, give him what he needed.
Eyes closed, Remy pressed his feverish cheek up against the coolness of the shower wall and moaned deeply as Logan wrapped a hand around his aching cock and stroked roughly in time with his thrusts. It felt incredible, but he wanted more. Pushing back to meet each agonizingly slow thrust, Remy tried to force the pace faster.
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Growling softly, Logan nuzzled the nape of Remy’s neck and nipped lightly, reminding the boy who was in charge; the kid was as determined to quicken the pace as he was to keep it slow, and Logan intended to remain in control of the situation. “You gonna be my good boy tonight, Rem?” Logan purred, rubbing his stubble-roughened cheek against the boy’s shoulder.
“Oui, Maître,” Remy purred. He would do anything his Master asked of him. Anything.
“That’s my boy,” Logan growled lightly, tightening his grip on the boy’s straining cock in reward. “You’re mine; you remember that.”
Remy bit his lip; he knew his place and was overstepping his bounds. Shoulders slumped in defeat, he nodded – speaking would only make matters worse.
“It’s alright, Rem,” Logan soothed. He wasn’t really angry; he just wanted the boy to remember who was in control of the situation. “I ain’t mad; just don’t push it.”
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Submitting to Logan’s dominance, Remy let the other man set the pace, whimpering in need as Logan fisted his cock in reward. He hadn’t meant to be disobedient, but he could feel the barely restrained savagery radiating from his lover and it was driving him wild with need.
He knew the rules of the game, though; submission was what Logan wanted, and Remy intended to give it to him. Submitting with a quiet whimper, Remy spread his legs wider in invitation and let his eyes fall closed.
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“Good boy,” Logan praised and tightened his grip on Remy’s cock, biting back a moan at the shiver of excitement the rough treatment elicited.
Neither one of them could hold out much longer, and Logan knew it. Steadying the boy’s hips with his free hand, Logan thrust harder and with less control, stroking the boy’s cock in the same hard, steady rhythm.
The hell with going easy on the kid; he’d put Remy to bed after this and the kid could sleep all day for all he cared…didn’t make much difference if he wore him out now, Logan reasoned.
Giving into the frantic hunger, Logan sank his teeth into the nape of the boy’s neck, hips snapping forward in the same movement. So close, he was so fucking close, and so was his boy, by the smell of it. Releasing his hold on Remy’s neck, Logan leaned to growl in his ear. “Come…now!”
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Helpless to resist his Master’s order, Remy gave in to his climax with a howl of pleasure, Logan’s orgasm hitting his mind simultaneously, only Logan’s hand clamping over his mouth at the last moment keeping his scream from waking the entire mansion and only the shower wall keeping him from hitting the floor, the rush of pleasure was so intense.
PART 3
Logan sighed, contented, and stretched a little, leaning back against the headboard of Remy’s bed. It felt wonderful to just relax like this with nothing to worry about and nowhere else he’d rather be. He couldn’t think of a more perfect situation: cold beer, a comfortable bed and Remy half asleep with his head in his lap.
“So, how long’ve you known Bella?” Logan asked, idly running his fingers through Remy’s shower-damp hair.
“Depends on what you mean by ‘know’,” Remy mumbled, sleepily licking his lips. “If you mean in de literal sense, den since we was ten, but if you mean in de biblical sense, den since he was thirteen.”
“Damn, kid, can’t accuse you of bein’ slow,” Logan snorted, choking on his beer.
“Yeah, I’m whadya call it?” Remy mumbled with a sleepy smirk. “…Precocious.”
Logan snorted; the kid was a real trip. “I s’pose that’s one way of lookin’ at it.”
Remy shrugged noncommittally with an amused smirk; he wasn’t ashamed to admit it and Logan had asked.
“Does she know about…?” Logan started, not sure how to phrase the question.
“Oui,” Remy answered, knowing what Logan was getting at. “She don’ care. Dis is me we’re talkin’ about. I don’ t’ink she’d know what t’ do wit’ me if I wasn’t chasin’ anyt’in’ on two legs. You really narrow de playin’ field if you care ‘bout gender, y’know?”
Logan rolled his eyes; the kid was shameless, no question about it. “You still love her?” he asked softly, hoping he wasn’t being too nosy.
“Oui,” Remy answered without hesitation, looking up at his lover with glowing eyes. “But dat don’ mean I can’t love somebody else, too.”
Shit…how in the hell had the kid picked up on that? The boy could read him like an open book and Logan had no idea how he did it. “Rem, I…” he started, not sure of what to say.
“Je t’aime, aussi,” Remy answered with a soft smile.
“Shit, kid. How do you do that?” Logan muttered, once again thrown off guard by how easily the boy could read him.
“Empat’y,” Remy answered softly, eyes downcast, unsure of how Logan would react. He knew Logan didn’t like secrets, but it wasn’t something he liked to go around announcing.
Well, that explained a lot…but what it didn’t explain was why the kid seemed upset all of a sudden. “Rem, look at me,” Logan said softly, nudging the boy’s chin up.
Resigning himself to whatever would come from his revelation, Remy hesitantly shifted his gaze from Logan’s lap to the other man’s face, surprised to see a look of unworried acceptance, rather than the anger he had expected. Eyes going wide, Remy simply stared in wonder.
“You thought I’d be mad, didn’t you?” Logan asked softly, brushing the boy’s bangs away from his eyes, fingers lingering on Remy’s cheek.
“Oui,” Remy answered softly, unconsciously leaning into Logan’s touch.
“Well, I’m not,” Logan answered, voice firm, “but no more secrets, Rem. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right. Okay?”
“Oui, cher,” Remy purred, more than willing to agree to Logan’s conditions.
“That’s my boy,” Logan praised and grabbed a handful of the boy’s bangs, tugging lightly to make sure he had Remy’s attention. “C’mere.”
Forcing his tired, aching muscles to comply, Remy sat up, eyeing Logan sleepily through his bangs. Leaning against Logan’s chest, he tucked his head under Logan’s chin, luxuriating in the wash of affection coming off of his lover.
Logan settled Remy against his chest with a contented sigh and rubbed a soothing hand up and down the boy’s back, chuckling at the tickle of Remy’s breath against his neck. “Why don’t you go on t’ sleep, Rem?” Logan suggested softly. Dawn was coming and he had to get back to his security post, no matter how appealing the idea of crawling into bed with the boy was.
“Don’ wanna,” Remy mumbled, stifling a yawn. He didn’t want Logan to leave, it felt too good to be held like this, protected in Logan’s strong embrace.
“Too bad,” Logan snorted. “Move it, kiddo.”
“I ain’t a chile,” Remy muttered petulantly.
“No, but I’m still in charge here. Now get in bed,” Logan said firmly, a warning edge creeping into his voice.
Acquiescing with a smirk, Remy sat up, fighting to keep his eyes open as Logan moved to stand by the side of the bed. He really was tired, exhausted actually, he just liked giving Logan a hard time. “Moder hen,” Remy said in a stage whisper, glaring mischievously at Logan through his bangs.
“You got a death wish?” Logan asked with a throaty chuckle, shaking his head in exasperation as Remy gave him a look of beatific innocence. “Bed. Now,” Logan reiterated, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.
Shrugging his shoulders in defeat, Remy backed up against the headboard and dug his heels into the blankets, shoving them down as best he could without getting up. Settling with a sigh in the rumpled space he’d created, Remy sleepily focused on Logan with a smirk. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” Logan said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, get those feet under the covers so I can tuck you in.”
“But it’s hot!” Remy whined.
“I’ll open the window,” Logan said, exasperated. “Now get…in…bed.”
Pouting, Remy allowed Logan to tuck him in, already half-asleep, and watched with sleepy eyes as Logan crossed to the window and shoved it open. “Happy?” Logan asked
“Ecstatic,” Remy parroted in a near perfect imitation of Logan’s accent.
“I’m going to pretend that’s the fever talking,” Logan growled, giving the boy a meaningful stare.
“What?” Remy asked, every feature radiating bewildered innocence.
“Brat,” Logan muttered. “Are you gonna to go to sleep, or am I gonna have to knock you out?”
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Logan hadn’t had to knock the kid out – hadn’t had to do anything but wait – the kid was dead to the world within minutes of his threat, sprawled across the bed with a look of complete satisfaction on his face; cheeks still flushed with fever, but sleeping peacefully.
Smiling softly to himself, Logan watched as a light breeze blew in through the open window, ruffling the boy’s bangs. Not wanting to tear himself away, but needing to return to his security post, Logan pressed a gentle kiss to the boy’s forehead, pleased to find that it was cooler than it had been earlier. “G’night, kiddo,” Logan whispered, padding out of the room as quietly as possible.
END