"Nice eve'nin fo breakin' de rules."
Logan heard the boy from behind him and cursed himself for not noticing his approach. He took a languid puff on the cheaply made cigar between his lips. "Think so?" he asked in an uncaring sort of way.
"Nn-hn." The Cajun agreed, sliding down next to the man, shaking a cigarette from his own pack.
"Ro'll have a fit about that." The older man pointed out.
Remy smiled. "Same fit de proffesa be havin' he find out 'choo drinkin' on his school roof."
Logan grinned, passing the bottle of Jack Daniels to the kid. "Touché."
"Supplyin' alcohol to minors?" the kid mock-protested. "Dat get choo in a worl o' trouble."
"That'll be the least of my worries if anybody finds out about this." He replied.
The redhead grinned. "Den you gon' to let me stay tonight?"
Logan whistled through his teeth. "Damn, I never pegged you for it, kid…"
"Yah well," Remy shrugged. "Is always de one you leas expec."
"That a fact?" Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Que?" Remy challenged. "You tink you mista sensitivity? Mais non!"
Logan flicked the kid's nose. "Alright, you can stay, but keep it down this time. Y'no Scott's room's right next to mine!"
Remy grinned sheepishly. "Ah still maintain you de one responsible fo' dat."
Logan chuckled, setting the cigar down and pulling the kid into his lap. Remy smiled, straddling the older man's knees. "Now proffeseur, why you got to go an' ruin de view?"
Ignoring the insult, Logan leaned in, brushing his lips lightly over the boy's. "Why you still callin' me 'professor' ?" he grumbled. I'da figured we were long past formalities."
The boy cocked his head to the side, playing with a lock of Logan's hair. "Ah like to call you proffeseur, proffeseur." He grinned. "Feels dirty."
Logan snorted. "Yah well, it makes me feel like a pedophile."
Remy stuck his lip out in a mock-pout. "Mon cher," he rationalized, "You are."
Logan pinched the boy. "Can it, Gumbo."
"Ow!" the redhead protested. "Is true! Remy fifteen anuder fo' months! Dis mean," he leaned in, licking the tip of Logan's nose. "You. Are. A. Pervert."
"Oh?" Logan challenged. "And what's that make you?" he demanded.
Remy smiled and wiggled gleefully. "Dat make me de luckiest boy in de worl." He beamed.
Logan snorted again, shoving the kid away. "You got issues."
"Mmm, yah, daddy issues." Remy teased in a dramatic voice. "Older men remind me o' de father ah neva had. Spank me, ah been a bad boy."
"Keep it up, Cajun, an' I might." Logan threaghtened.
-scene-
Logan sighed, stroking his fingers through the cinnamon hair of the youth resting on the pillow of his chest. The kid was exhausted. He hadn't meant to be so rough; he never did, but somehow, something about the kid always got his hackles up and he couldn't help wanting to hurt him.
It really wasn't even the kid's fault. Logan couldn't stand all the secrecy; all the intrigue. He wanted to be out and open about it all, but he knew very well they couldn't do that. If any of the other teachers knew… if Xavier knew that he was having an affair with a student…!
He sighed again. "Ah Christ…" he knew he should just drop the kid, end the relationship before things got too complicated, but things were already too complicated. Remy was fifteen and had enough issues for an entire subscription. He got so emotionally invested in things. If Logan had realized how much trouble it was all going to become, he wouldn't have started it.
The kid was asleep. It was good for him. He usually slept so restlessly; except after he'd been with Logan. That's how he justified it; that's how he justified being rough.
"Wake up." He nudged the kid. "Come on, you gotta go back to your room now."
Remy stirred, grumbling sleepily. "Don' wanna." He mumbled. "Remy's bed gon' to be cold."
"You can't stay here." Logan argued gruffly. "I got things ta do, and ya know yer not allowed ta be here."
The kid growled, but conceded, sliding out of the bed and snatching his trousers from the floor.
Logan appraised his young body, admiring the supple curves and taut muscles. The boy was moving a bit stiffly, and a few deep, purple bruises were blooming on his hips and thighs, matching the dark green one across his jaw.
Logan cringed. He barely remembered doing it, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, the boy trying to muffle his cries in the pillow. And when had he hit the kid? He couldn't even remember.
Remy stalked to the side of the bed once more and Logan could tell the kid was studying him.
"Wan a kiss." The youth mumbled sleepily.
Logan chuckled, leaning forward. No harm in it. He pressed his lips gently to the boy's before deepening the kiss, tasting copper. He cringed slightly. God, he hadn't even been a gentle kisser. He carefully pulled away, kissing Remy's chin and jaw once each in apology.
He stroked a hand along the bruise sorrowfully. "Je t'aime." He promised, making sure the boy met his eyes.
Remy smiled, flushing slightly. "Mmm, Remy know." With that, he slunk from the room, closing the door without a sound, a tribute to his former occupation. There were some advantages of dating a thief.
Logan sighed, falling into his pillow. It still smelled like him, still smelled like them, still smelled like every night they'd spent together.
He exhaled deeply, cuddling the pillow, wishing he hadn't had to send the kid away. He wanted a chance to be gentle now that he'd calmed down.
