So recently, I was given a plot bunny to write a Trio: Kidnapping story :D This is NOT it, lol. This story has to come before I can write that one. But keep your eye out! The Trio kidnapping fic will be coming soon. :) For now, enjoy this bit of smut and fluff!
The middle of the night was one of Remy's favorite times of night. For him, it could be when he felt at his most alert, his most active. At least, when he was allowed to be on his preferred schedule. Since working for the X Men he was rarely on that schedule and he'd learned to adapt. It had taken a while for a night creature such as himself to adjust to actually sleeping good parts of the night and being up in the daytime. For the most part, he had a sort of compromise with himself. He'd stay up late enough to sleep in until close to ten or noon, barring any sessions in the Danger Room or missions. Then he'd skulk around the mansion or head off into town, taking care of business that had to be taken care of in daylight. Mostly, he waited for evening to roll around.
But there were still some nights where his body just had too much energy and sleep seemed to be far off for him. Nights like that had once found him in the Danger Room, or off in town finding someone to burn out all the excess energy with. Since he and Logan had gotten together, he usually had a readily available outlet for that energy lying right next to him in bed and Logan was always up for helping him burn it out. He never protested it. Then, since their duo had become a trio, there were even times that Remy had two warm bodies there to help him burn that energy out.
Tonight was shaping up to be one of those nights. It was just shy of one a.m. and Remy was restless. Not just restless; anxious. There was something that felt off, something in him that had him unable to sleep, he just couldn't put his finger on it. It was this sort of nagging feeling, right in the back of his mind, like an itch he couldn't scratch. That itch was keeping him awake. He sat in the window, looking out to the night sky and watching the smoke from his cigarette drift up to fade into the air. Normally he'd go out onto the roof to smoke but, though he was restless, he didn't really want to be far from his older lover tonight. There was something in him that just needed to be close to him. Not that it was a hardship. Logan was stretched out in bed, gloriously nude. It was a beautiful sight to see and Remy had spent a bit of time just enjoying that view. Then he'd lit his cigarette and turned his attention out toward the night. He'd been sitting like that for quite a while now.
"You done brooding up there?"
He'd felt the shift in Logan's emotions from the warm fuzziness of sleep to the sharper alertness of being awake, so the sudden voice didn't startle him. He didn't even turn around. "Aint brooding. Just…t'inking."
There was a rustle of blankets and he imagined Logan rolling over to better look at him. "Brooding, thinking. Whatever. You gonna sit over there all night and do it or you gonna actually tell me what's going on in that brain of yours?"
"I was just watching y' sleep b'fore and t'inking dat de bed was looking a lil empty, non?" With a thought, Remy charged his cigarette butt and flicked it out into the night where it exploded with a little pop. Then he turned so that he could look in at Logan. He'd been right; the older man had shifted in bed so that he was lying on his back, hands folded behind his head. Dieu, but he was a handsome sight. Completely and totally at ease in his own skin and unashamed of himself. Remy took a moment to admire the muscled form stretched out right there in front of him. "Dieu. Aint y' just looking sinful over dere, mon amour."
A corner of Logan's mouth quirked up in a smirk. The invitation on his face was obvious and it was one Remy definitely couldn't pass up. He rose from the window and made his way back toward the bed, shedding the blanket he'd pulled around himself, making him just as bare as Logan by the time he reached him. Smiling, Remy climbed onto the bed, moving right to Logan and tossing one leg over him so that he was straddling his hips. His smile was heated when he bent down, pressing a hand on either side of Logan's head. "Y' know, I was t'inking." Bending his head, he ghosted his lips over Logan's jawline, enjoying the brush of stubble against his lips. "Do y' realize dat dis whole time with Spencer, we aint never once had him out here at de mansion?"
"Never thought about it." A low growl built in Logan's throat as Remy's lips continued along his jawline and moved to his neck. He could feel his cock stirring at the feel of the beauty overtop him. The sharp bite of Remy's teeth on his ear made him growl and grin. He loved when the Cajun got in moods like this. Logan kept his hands behind his head and just let himself enjoy the agile hands that were now moving down to trace his hips, his chest, burning trails in his skin. "It's easier for us to get away than it is for him. Usually when we get the time off, we all just wanna go anywhere but home, Rems. You know that."
"Mmm." Remy's tongue traced down his neck and to his collarbone where he bit once more, almost hard enough to draw blood. The flash of pain only served to spike Logan's lust and Remy knew that. He smirked against his skin and pressed a kiss to the already fading mark. "Know y'r right, cher. Mais y' ever t'ink it might bother him? We've met his amis and been to his place plenty of times and never brought him here to meet none of our amis." He took his mouth lower, latching on to one of Logan's nipples while his hands traced over the muscles in his shoulders and biceps, loving the feel of them. He could feel how hard Logan was growing and he was getting just as hard not only from his own lust but feeling his partner's as well.
To Logan, the solution to Remy's thoughts was simple enough, even with his brain focused mostly on the sensations Remy was causing. "So bring him out here."
"Quoi?" Surprise had Remy lifting his head, eyes seeking out Logan's to see if he really was serious.
Humor lit Logan's face. "You heard me. Call him up tomorrow and see if he can get some time off and get his ass out here. But you gotta convince him to come cause ya know he'll be nervous as hell."
The grin that stretched over Remy's face was wide and warm. He leaned upwards and captured Logan's lips in a heated kiss that quickly turned harder. It was sharp and hot and for the moment, it drove all other thought out of their heads. When Remy finally broke free for air, the both of them were panting. Remy blessed that he was still slightly stretched and slicked from earlier. Taking advantage of that, he shifted his hips just right before reaching behind him and wrapping a long fingered hand around Logan's length. It only took a second to line things up and then Remy was bracing his hands on Logan's chest and sinking down, his whole body trembling at the pain and the pleasure, the burn that came as his body stretched.
Under him, he felt Logan's body shake, heard as the other man gave a growling moan. Remy swore he could feel the effort Logan was putting into holding still. Bracing better against Logan's chest, he didn't wait to let his body adjust anymore. He lifted his hips and slid back down, making the both of them moan. His hips seemed to move of their own accord after that. Rising and falling quickly, he let go of Logan to brace his hands on his own thighs, allowing him to tip to a better angle as his body moved, sending them both flying toward that edge. Logan's hands came down, laying over his on his thighs and he could feel the older man thrusting up to him. The link between them was open and their emotions fed back and forth, fueling their passion higher and higher until the room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Skin against skin, moans and growls and breathless words in both English and Cajun and then, as the white hot fire washed over them, Logan's deep growl was echoed by Remy's high cry, the Cajun throwing his head back and shouting his passion to the ceiling before finally collapsing against him.
Remy felt boneless, lying against Logan. Even when the other man grabbed a towel and cleaned them both up, Remy didn't care. He just snuggled in closer and smiled to himself. He waited until Logan tossed the towel down and tucked the blankets over them. Then he turned his head enough to stretch up and steal one last kiss. "Je t'aime, mon amour."
"Love you too, Rems." Logan's voice was gentler than anyone but his lovers knew it could get.
Content, Remy curled back against him and let himself drift to sleep.
When Remy first made his phone call to Spencer to try and set up a visit, he hadn't anticipated exactly how difficult this was all going to be to arrange. Not only was Spencer on a case when he called, the case was a bad one as well. Remy quickly put aside all talk of a visit and turned into a listening ear for the other man. Then something had come in and Spencer had needed to go. The next call wasn't any better, or the one after that either. Work seemed to be slamming him lately and, as if to try and keep up somehow, their work picked up a little. It was like, now that they'd made the decision to try and bring Spencer out here, everything was conspiring to keep them all too busy to plan out anything.
Logan was quickly growing frustrated with it all. A full month went by since Remy had first suggested the idea and nothing had been able to happen yet. Hell, they hadn't even been able to get to DC for even a night to see Spencer! It had been a full month with only the phone for contact and they were all feeling the lack. Remy was growing more and more agitated as the days went by and he was starting to snap at people for stupid reasons. In turn, it made Logan testier, like Remy's mood was feeding his. He found himself on edge and he was growling at people more than ever. It was bad enough that Warren had loudly demanded to know one afternoon if they needed to get Logan in to see a vet or something. Logan had enjoyed the hell out of kicking the birdbrain's ass later on in the Danger Room for that comment.
Frustrated with it all and tired of seeing Remy sulking, Logan decided to take matters into his own hands. He was going to get their boy out here whether he liked it or not. Why having Spencer here was so important, he didn't know. He didn't give a damn where they got to see him so long as they finally did. But what he did know was that it was important to Remy to bring Spencer here. So that's what Logan was going to do. With that in mind, he waited until Jubilee drug the Cajun into town to shop and then he settled down in their room and dialed Spencer, intent on doing whatever it took to get the brat to take the time off and get his ass here.
It only took a couple rings before Spencer answered. "Dr. Reid."
"Someone sounds awfully formal."
He could hear the smile in Spencer's words. "Logan. Hey. I was actually just about to call you."
Never one to beat around the bush about the simple things, Logan dove right into the point of why he'd called. "Yeah, well, me first. I wanna know what it's gonna take to get your ass out here, cause I aint getting off this phone till we figure something out."
The line went silent for a moment and Logan wished he could see Spencer's face. It was always easier to know what was going on when you could see a person. That was why he hated phones sometimes. They were too impersonal for him. It was even harder with Spencer because the genius had the ability to perfectly mask his voice to show whatever he wanted. If you really wanted to know what he felt, his eyes were the best way to go, and through the phone that wasn't possible. He had no way of telling if Spencer was pleased by his words right now, or upset, or a thousand other things. What Spencer did next surprised him, though. Of all reactions he'd thought he'd get, laughter hadn't been one of them. Yet Spencer was laughing softly in his ear.
"What's so funny there, darlin?" Logan couldn't resist asking.
"I was actually going to call you guys to see if you were still serious about that. I suddenly find myself with the next month free and clear."
"A month?" Holy shit. Now that was news that had Logan grinning widely. He knew Remy was going to flip when he found out. "How soon can you get here?"
"Actually, thanks to Morgan and Garcia being their usual pushy selves…about ten minutes ago?"
It took a second for it to sink in. When Logan realized what Spencer meant, he pushed himself up off the bed and started moving across the room to grab his keys off the dresser. "Airport or train station?"
"I'm currently in the restaurant at the train station drinking an abysmal cup of their excuse for coffee. I really wouldn't recommend ever drinking this. It tastes as if this isn't the first time they've used these grounds." The young genius made a disgusted sound and Logan could easily picture the scowl on his face. Spencer took his coffee very, very seriously. The disgust faded from his voice and he abruptly turned serious once more. "I understand that it's slightly presumptuous of me to simply arrive in the city and not speak with you before I left, but Garcia insisted that it would be acceptable and…"
Already out of the room and moving quickly down the hall, Logan chuckled at the stream of words. "It's fine, darlin. It's more than fine. We invited you out, remember? We aint gonna be pissed just cause you showed up. Now, just stick where you are and I'll come get you. I'm already on my way out to the car."
By the time Logan reached the garage, he and Spencer had hung up. Logan was pocketing his phone while he made his way quickly to his jeep. Though he didn't realize it, his wide smile was still in place and it stayed there even as he pulled out of the garage and started off into town. He hadn't thought about leaving a note to tell Remy where he was off to until he was almost there and his phone went off. Seeing Remy's number, the feral grinned again and tossed the phone on the seat. Let the boy wonder a little. He'd bring Spencer home as a surprise.
Spencer felt Logan coming long before he saw him. His shields were up to block out the thoughts and emotions of those around him but he'd started to notice that his links to Logan and Remy were growing stronger and stronger with each time they saw one another. Each time they were together, each time they got close, it cemented those links even more so. They weren't even a conscious thing for him. Now they seemed to stay open even when his shielding was up. He had to put up a different shield entirely to be able to block it off so he wouldn't feel them when they were near and that was something he didn't ever really want to do. They'd felt sort of dull lately, the three of them too far away for the links to work right, and it left him with just a slightly empty feeling.
It was that link now that drew him out of his contemplation of his second cup of disgusting coffee. His head lifted and he turned automatically to look toward the restaurant door, a smile already starting to grow on his lips. The waitress who had been unsuccessfully trying to flirt with him since he'd sat at one of her tables couldn't help but give a little sigh when she saw the handsome young man rise and embrace a muscular, slightly wild looking fellow. The love between them was obvious. Go figure she thought to herself. All the good ones are gay or taken.
Spencer was paying no attention to anyone outside of the person holding him tight. He didn't even care that they were in a public restaurant. Logan's arms were around him, holding him close, and he was filled with the sharp feel of the feral man's emotions. It was heavenly. He felt Logan's face press against the curve of his neck and knew his lover was drawing his scent in, reveling in it much the way Spencer was reveling in the feel of Logan's emotions. When the two finally pulled apart, one of Logan's hands rose up and fisted in his hair, yanking him in for a kiss that almost melted his knees. The look Logan gave him when they broke the kiss said that he'd gotten the exact reaction he'd intended. "Where's your bag, brat?"
Automatically Spencer turned to grab his bag, but Logan reached around him and beat him to it. He hefted the bag up over his shoulder and then slipped his other arm around Spencer's waist, tucking him in against his side. For Spencer, it was so easy to slip his arm around Logan's shoulders and just let himself relax. There were times that the two of them fell into discussions about things and they could honestly talk for hours. But more often than not, Spencer and Logan found comfort in silence when it was just the two of them. They would touch, simply enjoying being together without the need for words. He was one of the few people that Spencer never felt the need to fill the silence with. One would think they'd have so much to say after being apart for so long. Maybe later, they would. But as Logan led him out to the car and both climbed in, the silence felt perfectly comfortable. Spencer was content to strap himself into his seat and to ride for the first half of the trip in silence.
He'd tried to figure out a way to explain it to himself once when he'd been thinking about it. He thought that maybe it had something to do with the fact that he tended to either talk not at all or too much and Logan tended to be a man of few words anyways, so the quiet parts of them just reached out for one another. Or it might have had something to do with their mutations. Logan's feral side enjoyed the physical connection with one it considered a mate and Spencer's extra senses were warmed by the bright fire that was Logan in his mind. Whatever it was, it worked for them.
They'd been driving for a little bit in silence, Logan's hand over to curl around Spencer's thigh and Spencer's hand resting over his, when Logan finally broke that silence. "So how'd you manage to get a whole month off of work? That's a hell of a lot more than we thought we'd get."
Spencer couldn't resist rolling his eyes a little bit. Not at Logan, but at work. "Morgan and I got into a bit of trouble." He leaned his head back on the headrest, turning just enough to smile over at Logan, enjoying being able to watch him. "I think the lecture we got summed our crimes up as reckless endangerment of oneself and one's partner, disobeying a direct order, and failure to follow procedure and protocol. Of course, Strauss isn't actually writing us up for all of those. Rossi and Hotch talked to her first and Morgan and I ended up walking away with a stern lecture and a month unpaid leave. We considered it well worth it."
"Troublemaker." The word was said with a gruff affection that warmed Spencer's insides. Sharp eyes turned to him for a second, made a little brighter by love and humor, and then they were back on the road. "Sounds like a story in there, though. Come on. Spill it."
"Can't we wait so I don't have to explain this twice?"
"Nope. Spill, brat."
Chuckling, Spencer adjusted in his seat, turning his whole body so that he was angled toward Logan. "It's not that fascinating, honestly. Morgan and I were going to conduct an interview. We had no idea it would progress to more. When we knocked on the door, the man let us in. He was acting nervous, though. When he excused himself to fetch beverages for us all, we were paying close attention. I was actually monitoring his emotions just lightly. I felt when he started to run and we took off after him. Our chase led us through a suburban neighborhood with a man that, at the time, we didn't know was armed. There was no time in that instant to call for backup, hence our failure to follow procedure and protocol. When he finally took refuge in an abandoned house, we called in for backup and were prepared to wait. Hotch ordered us not to move until backup arrived."
"Let me guess. You didn't wait." Logan said dryly.
"We fully intended to." Spencer defended himself. His humor faded away and his expression tightened for just a second. "But something was making me nervous, so I did a scan of the house and I found two children's minds in there."
"Shit."
"Exactly. We couldn't wait, not with them hiding upstairs and him in there with a gun and feeling cornered. He would've turned them to hostages if he'd found them. So, I started to talk to him. He was a Professor of English Literature and I stood the best chance of reaching him, using the connection of intelligence. While I did that, Morgan snuck around the building and went in to retrieve the children. I went in the front door cautiously and spoke with him and he was starting to calm down, but one of the children cried out." He remembered what it felt like, standing there in that living room, looking at the Unsub and seeing the way his body was tight, ready to bolt in an instant. He remembered the feel of his emotions, sharp against the edge of his shields. He'd just barely been able to hold them back. Then, suddenly, the cry of a child, the creak of a floorboard above their heads and the Unsub had panicked. "He tried to rush the stairs and I stopped him. I had him pinned at one point but he threw me off, which gave me enough space to draw my weapon. Morgan was already there, however, and his gun went off first. Our Unsub didn't make it."
The car stayed quiet for a moment as Logan digested his story. Eventually he gave his thigh a reassuring sort of squeeze. "Sounds like you did everything right to me." He finally said. "Don't see what your boss's problem is."
That brought Spencer's smile back. He'd had a feeling that was how Logan would view this. The man's reaction didn't really surprise him. "Well, by their standards, it was a poorly done job that reflects badly on the Bureau in the press. Plus, we couldn't exactly tell them I used my powers to sense children in the house. All we could tell them as to why we went in was that we thought we saw something upstairs and we were concerned. That wasn't concrete enough for them as proof of extenuating circumstances. They feel we should've waited for backup." He didn't really mind the punishment. As he'd said, both he and Derek considered it worth it. They'd known the risk of getting in trouble when they'd made the decision to go in. They'd accepted that. "We both are fine with this. We accepted it without a fight."
A low sound came from Logan, a contented sort of growl, and the car lapsed back into silence. Spencer sat comfortably and watched the scenery go past. He was deliberately focusing on Logan and his emotions so that he wouldn't be able to think about what was ahead of him. The prospect of coming here and meeting all these people—people that he didn't know, people that were important to the men in his life—was a terrifying one. He knew himself well enough to know that if he sat and thought about it he would be begging Logan to take him back into the city. Or he'd be curling up in his seat, a nervous, babbling mess. Meeting new people was never easy for him. Meeting new people that were actually important and that he knew he was going to end up seeing again at some point…that was even harder.
Honestly, he was surprised that they were having him over to meet them at all. In all their time together, never once had he come out here. They'd never invited him and he'd never asked. The more time that went by, the more he'd wondered why they'd never invited him, but he didn't question it. There were lots of things he didn't question with these two. Life was just simpler that way.
Spencer was so lost in the warmth of Logan's emotions that he hadn't even realized they'd arrived at the mansion until suddenly the car was stopping. He blinked his eyes open—when had he shut them?—and looked around to see that they were in a garage. Logan was turned in his seat, smirking slightly at him. "Have a good nap?"
"I wasn't technically sleeping." More like, zoning. Meditating? He wasn't quite sure what word would work here.
Snickering, Logan leaned in and stole a kiss, bringing Spencer's full attention to him. He stroked his hand over Spencer's cheek. "Come on, Stretch. Let's go meet the others and surprise us a Cajun."
His earlier nerves were coming back full force, gnawing at his stomach and giving him a slightly sick feeling. He unbuckled and climbed out of the car, going for his bag and once more being beaten to it by Logan. One word from Logan's sentence struck Spencer suddenly and he stopped right beside Logan, looking right at him. "Surprise? You mean you didn't tell him I'm here?"
Logan's grin grew wider and just slightly devilish. "Nope. Been ignoring his calls since about halfway to picking ya up."
"Well, this ought to be interesting."
As they made their way to the front door, Spencer let himself look around the grounds at the same time as he pulled his gloves out of his pockets and slipped them on. The house itself was impressive, as was the yard. All in all this was a beautiful place on the outside. He'd seen pictures of the place and he'd seen memories from Logan and Remy, so the neither the outside nor the inside were strange to him in a sense. That didn't make it any easier for him to walk inside, though. He tried to hang back a little when Logan ushered him inside. The man had other ideas. He put his hand in the small of Spencer's back and propelled him right inside. And wasn't it just his luck that there were people walking past? From his lovers' memories, Spencer identified them as Bobby and Kitty. Over to the right, Jean and Bishop were just coming out of an office, discussing what sounded like security.
The sound of the door shutting brought all those sets of eyes over to them. Spencer swore he felt the heat build in his cheeks almost instantly. Miserably awkward, he stuffed his hands down into his pockets. He really hated meeting new people and handling all the awkward introductions! He should've known better than to hope that he could do it gradually or carefully. He should've remembered that it was Logan that he was here with. The man was definitely not known for beating around the bush. Remy often said "When de good Lord was handing out tact and subtlety, he done passed right over Logan."
When all eyes turned towards them, Logan pulled Spencer forward. "C'mon, brat. Come meet some friends." He kept his hand on Spencer's back, either to comfort him or to force him to stay there, it was a tossup as to which one. With his other hand he gestured towards the people who were now moving towards them. "This here's Bobby, Kitty, Jean, and that's Bishop. Guys, this is Spencer. He's gonna be staying with us for a while."
/Subtle/ Spencer sent towards Logan. He got a mental chuckle in return. Well, best to get this done with. Spencer tried not to clench his hands in his pockets and he summoned up the best smile he could manage. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I've heard plenty of things about you."
Bobby and Kitty both were giving him funny looks, but they each said a quick "Hello" while Bishop just nodded at him.
"It's nice to meet you too, Spencer." Jean said kindly. She was watching them curiously, her eyes drifting over Spencer in a clearly assessing way, taking in every inch of him as well as the fact that Logan's hand still sat familiarly in the small of his back. It only took Spencer a second to look around at them all and realize that not a single person here knew who he was. There was a brief flare of hurt that he quickly shoved away. You've got no room to talk, he reminded himself. Your friends didn't know about them, either. At least not the dating part of things. Though, that wasn't his fault. He'd assumed that they'd all known. Plus, they had at least known that Remy and Logan existed. It looked like these people had never heard his name before. Spencer tried to ignore that. It didn't matter. He was here now, wasn't he? At their request! It didn't matter if the people here didn't know who he was. They'd know now. That was what mattered. That was what was important.
Apparently in Logan's mind that was all the introductions and explanations that anyone needed. He looked around the group and abruptly asked "Anyone seen Rem around?"
"Scott needed him to do some work." Bobby supplied. He meant to be discreet but Spencer understood that 'work' was code for 'mission' here.
A wide grin curved Logan's lips. It was one of his more devious ones, showing just a hint of teeth to it. "Perfect."
There was no time for Spencer to ask what exactly was 'perfect'. The next thing he knew, his hand was being grabbed and Logan was dragging him over to the staircase, their audience completely forgotten behind them. Jean, Bobby, Kitty and Bishop all stared after the two as Logan yanked Spencer up the staircase and off towards his room. Each one of them wondered what exactly was going to happen once Remy got home and found his partner with another man.