Upstairs, Spencer wasn't getting much of an opportunity to ask Logan what that had all been about downstairs or to warn him just what the others were thinking. He wasn't really getting the opportunity to think at all. The minute they were through the bedroom door, Spencer had found himself pushed right up against the door and kissed like his life depended on it. His bag hit the ground with a thud and his hands instantly came up to fist in the bottom of Logan's shirt and hold on tight. The heat of Logan's lust slammed into him and had him gasping into their kiss. Logan took advantage of that to plunge his tongue into Spencer's mouth and plunder it.
Sweet mother of God. Spencer couldn't think, he couldn't do anything but feel. This was a part of Logan that Spencer loved and thrilled in. There was something so arousing about being the center of so much passion and need. Logan pulled back and looked at him with the Wolverine lurking in his eyes and Spencer knew this first time wasn't going to be sweet or gentle. This was going to be a reclaiming. It had been way too long since they'd been together and the Wolverine needed to bond with his mate once more. He needed to take him and put his mark on him. Cover him and erase any trace of another scent on his skin.
The snikt of Logan's claws coming out had Spencer shivering. He knew his eyes were wide and Logan could probably hear the thudding of his heart in his chest. A grin curved Logan's mouth that was both sharp and dangerous. Leaning in, Logan nuzzled at Spencer's neck, scenting him. "You reek of other scents." Logan growled against his skin. Spencer sucked in a breath when he felt the coolness of one of those claws slipping through the gap between the two bottom buttons of his shirt. Slowly he dragged that claw up, popping each button as he went. He reached the top and paused with the tip of his claw just touching underneath Spencer's chin. "Unless you want the pants ruined too, get em off and get on over to the bed, darlin."
Spencer was moving the instant Logan stepped back. He'd never stripped his clothes off quite so fast. Logan didn't make idle threats, he knew. If Spencer didn't move fast there was a very good chance the rest of his clothes would end up even more ruined than his shirt was.
He'd just stepped out of his pants and boxers and was bending to reach for his socks when he heard a low growl. There was only a split second before he was being grabbed, twisted, and hauled chest to chest with Logan. When the hell had he stripped and how had Spencer not noticed? He moaned loudly when Logan caught him up in yet another heated kiss. Knowing the strength of the arms holding him, Spencer wrapped his arms around Logan's neck and jumped up, wrapping his legs around Logan's waist. The feral man caught him, as he'd known he would, and Spencer swallowed down the husky growl that Logan gave. His own body was already alight with the heat that his lovers inspired in him. Remy said that Spencer was losing his inhibitions the longer that they were together. It was true. For whatever reason, these two wanted him, and Spencer had learned to stop questioning it. He'd learned to just give himself over to the sensations and let go. Amazingly, it seemed to thrill his lovers, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for them.
They were moving, though Spencer hadn't realized it, not until they hit the bed and he was being tumbled back onto it. Logan caught his weight on his hands so Spencer felt only the pleasant weight of a solid man over him, not the bone crushing weight of the man's adamantium frame. Logan dropped from their kiss and went back to nuzzling at Spencer's neck, scenting him again. The delicious drag of his furred chest against Spencer's smoother chest created a friction that had Spencer arching up and gasping. Logan did it again, deliberately, and Spencer gasped once more, drawing a husky chuckle from Logan.
Though Logan could have a filthy mouth in bed sometimes, the Wolverine communicated with grunts and growls, and right now there was quite a bit of the Wolverine here. He grabbed Spencer's wrists and pinned them down on either side of him on the bed, giving a glare to make sure his message was understood. Spencer got it loud and clear. "Not moving." He promised. That got him a sharp toothed grin. Then Logan bent back down and Spencer found himself being scented from head to toe. The man went over every inch of Spencer's body, sniffing and licking and nibbling at them all, erasing any other scent on him, even the fresh scent of soap from his shower, and replacing it with his own, growling when he came across a bruise on Spencer's back, or the small cut on his calf, marks to his mate that shouldn't be there.
Spencer was fighting not to move underneath the assault. When Logan gripped his hips and started to flip him, he moved eagerly with him, wanting more. His body was alight with Logan's touch, his mind full and blazing with his mate's presence after so long apart, their mind-link humming. Spencer couldn't seem to get his shields around himself all the way. The best he was able to do was shield his thoughts and some of his emotions. But he knew that at least a little had to be leaking. People throughout the house were going to be feeling a subtle nudge of lust without understanding where it was coming from. If his shield slipped any more, though, he'd be projecting hard around him and there'd be no doubt where it was coming from. Every telepath would be able to follow the line.
He had to fist his hands in the bed sheets to keep them still when he felt Logan's nose traveling up his spine, little licks and nips following. "Oh, fuck." He breathed out. A pleased rumble sounded against his back. Hands curled on his legs and pushed his thighs apart and Spencer knew what was coming, knew what to expect, and yet it still shocked him every damn time it happened after so long apart. He heard a sucking sound behind him and then a wet finger was pressing against his entrance, stretching it slowly but steadily, while at the same time sharp teeth bit against his left cheek. He jolted, the slight pain making him gasp, and his hips pushed back, trying to take more of that thick finger that was still stretching him. Another nip, sharper this time, reminded him to hold still. Spencer stilled himself with great effort. "Logan." He wanted to spread his legs more, lift his hips, offer himself up, but Logan was holding him down now with one hand while his other kept moving, that finger pushing the rest of the way in.
The soft feel of Logan's tongue went over Spencer's spine again, licking up the sweat there, and he heard another pleased rumble. His hand started to move, that finger sliding in and out, and the only thing that kept Spencer from moving as well was the hand Logan still had holding him down. Then the finger disappeared completely and he whimpered, ready to start begging here, but it returned with another finger this time, the both of them pushing in. The burn was stronger this time, sharper, and Spencer whined low in his throat. His hips rocked and his aching cock rubbed against the bedding. Logan, who had been licking at his spine again, bit right over his shoulder blade while simultaneously shoving his fingers in to the hilt. Spencer's cry echoed loudly around them. People three doors down probably heard him. But pain turned quickly to pleasure as those fingers started thrusting, shoving in deep and hitting that place that made him see stars, while all the while they were scissoring, too, stretching him out. When they pulled out this time, Spencer knew what was coming next.
As soon as Logan let go of his hips, Spencer was moving, drawing his knees up underneath him. Logan didn't protest. Spencer could feel the feral's need growing even stronger. What little restraint that he'd shown so far had been Logan's attempt to make this easier on his mate. But he was quickly losing control over the feral part of himself and Spencer felt the need to claim his mate pulsing through the man, consuming him.
He prepared himself as best as he could. He settled on his knees and dropped his shoulders down to the bed, gathering up the comforter and bringing it close. Logan moved up to kneel behind him and Spencer stuffed the comforter into his mouth in just enough time. He felt the blunt head of Logan's cock at his entrance, lining up, and then hands were on his hips, holding him in place, and Logan gave a small push until just the head was in. Spencer had a moment to think to himself that spit really wasn't the best lube. Then Logan's hands tightened on Spencer's hips and he slammed home with a thrust so hard it forced Spencer's face down into the bed. He screamed into the comfort of his self-made gag. Pain and pleasure rocketed inside of him. Logan's pleasure hit him, too.
Now that the hardest part was over, Spencer spat out the gag and planted his hands on the bed, lifting his upper half so that he had the leverage to push back against Logan's thrusts. The man set up a punishing pace that suited them both perfectly. The pain faded quickly until, by the fourth thrust, there was nothing but pleasure. It was a hard and fast ride. The furious pace was what they both needed right then. Spencer rode the almost violent pleasure that was destroying them bit by bit. He knew he was going to lose it embarrassingly fast. But it had been so damn long and Logan felt so good inside of him!
The grip on his hips shifted and those hands moved around, pressing over his chest, and Spencer found himself drawn back until he was sitting on Logan's lap, his back pressed against Logan's chest. The new angle sent him in even deeper and Spencer gasped at the solid hit to his prostate. He dropped his head back against Logan's shoulder and moaned loudly, hips lifting and rolling. Logan kept one hand over his chest, fingers pinching a nipple, and his other hand dropped down to wrap around Spencer's cock and start jacking it at the same pace that Spencer was riding. It was Heavenly. Each shove down filled him with Logan and each lift of his hips sent him into Logan's hand. "Oh, God, Logan. Logan. I, I…I'm not going to last. I can't…"
Logan's nose rubbed against Spencer's shoulder, right over the scar that sat in his skin, and he knew he was lost. "Let it go." Logan growled to him. Then he bit down right over his 'mating mark' and Spencer was gone. His body bucked and he cried out while the pleasure ripped through him. His shields wavered and he knew he projected the lust out around him. He felt the shock in various parts of the house and he struggled to yank his shields back into place even as he slumped, boneless, against Logan's chest. He couldn't even move to help as Logan gave his last few thrusts. The grip of his teeth tightened briefly on Spencer's skin while he emptied himself deep inside his mate's body. Then they slowly loosened until finally letting go.
Spencer was just content to stay there as Logan licked at the small bit of blood that his bite had brought. When the man finally lifted them, Spencer was like putty in his hands, easily melting down into the bed where Logan lay him. The only sound he made was a moan when their bodies separated. Then Logan was lying down behind him, spooning up to him, and Spencer gave a happy little sigh. He hugged the arm that had wrapped around him and he held it close to his chest.
A soft puff of air hit his neck, a near-silent chuckle. "Kids these days." Logan teased in a low voice. "No stamina at all."
"Hm." Spencer drew Logan's hand up and bit at his finger, pleased when the man jumped and jerked his finger back.
"Brat."
Spencer smirked a little. "Mm hm."
There was another soft puff, another chuckle, and then Logan's nose brushing against his shoulder and Spencer felt the deeply indrawn breath. He also felt Logan's pleasure afterwards. It made him chuckle. "Do I smell better?"
"Much." Logan agreed. "Just need a bit more of Rem. Then it'll be perfect."
Perfect…perfect. That reminded Spencer of what Logan had said downstairs. He forced his pleasure-fogged brain to think back and try to remember what he'd wanted to ask him about that. It took a few minutes for him to finally put together the words he needed. Logan had done a number on his ability to string together his thoughts. Bless him for it. "Downstairs, you said it was perfect that Remy wasn't home yet. Why?"
"I figured we could really surprise the kid." Logan said. He snuggled in a little closer, though he would never admit that he was snuggling. Wolverine, snuggle? Never! It was something Remy and Spencer loved to chuckle about. Logan snuggled into Spencer's back a little more and held him even closer. "Can you keep a mental eye out to see when he gets close to us?"
That was easy enough. "Yes."
"Good. Let me know when he comes on the property. I got a plan."
It was another hour before Spencer picked up on the presence of Remy coming towards the house. When he felt the awareness of the man, it was right at the edge of his reach, just a faint stirring along their link. Even asleep, he recognized it. But because he was asleep, it took him a long moment to realize that there was something wrong. Something very, very wrong. That wrongness slowly permeated Spencer's mind and his dreams until it all suddenly seemed to click in his mind. Like a flick of a switch he was awake, shooting straight up in bed. Logan moved just as quickly beside him, hands held up and claws sliding out as he searched for whatever threat had woken his mate.
Spencer was grabbing at the blankets, scrambling to yank them off and get out of bed. The wrongness was pulsing in his mind. He had to get out of here, had to get to Remy, now!
Unable to find a threat, Logan turned to his panicking mate. "What is it?"
"Something's wrong with Remy." Spencer spat out. "We've got to get to him, now."
Logan didn't question if he was sure or hesitate at all. With one great swipe he yanked the blankets off them both. The two moved quickly out of bed and Spencer grabbed the first thing his hands caught on, which happened to be a pair of pajama pants that were sitting on a chair near the bed. Remy's, he thought to himself. He didn't care. He wasn't going to waste time trying to find his own pants wherever they'd been thrown. The need to get to Remy was pulsing inside of him and most of his attention was focused there. The closer Remy got, the worse things felt. He was a rolling mess of chaotic emotions so strong that Spencer couldn't even find him at the center of it and he was scared to try at this distance. He was scared to reach out at all for fear of making it worse.
"Here." Logan called out as he grabbed two shirts from the dresser. He tossed one to Spencer, who quickly yanked it on, and he pulled the other one on himself. That was all the concession they gave to clothes. Spencer didn't bother with shoes or even with his belt or gun. He just gripped a hand in the waist line of these pants to hold them up and he took off out the door with Logan hot on his heels.
They passed by a few people as they ran. Spencer didn't pay them any attention, not even acknowledging them as they fell into step with them. None of it was important. He felt Remy come closer and he reached out, tapping into the minds around his partner, using them to guide him where he needed to go. The Med Lab. That was where they were taking him. Spencer pulled up the mental map he had of this place, courtesy of Remy and Logan's memories, and he let that guide him to the elevator that would take them to the sublevels.
When they reached it, Logan moved right up to it and hit the buttons needed to get them inside. Spencer pressed the button to get them down once they were inside. Then he braced himself, staring at the elevator doors as they closed. Someone was asking questions, demanding to know what was going on here, and Spencer ignored them. His whole body was almost quivering with the need to get to Remy. He felt Logan step up behind him, one hand going to his shoulder, and Spencer felt the man's question. He didn't have words to describe what was going on right then. Instead, he opened up his link with Logan, letting the man feel what he was feeling.
The elevator doors finally opened and Spencer was moving again with Logan right at his side this time. They were almost to the Med Lab when Spencer felt something reach to Remy's mind. A sharp "No!" tore past his lips only seconds before the agony slammed into him and Remy's mind gave a purely mental shriek. The pain of it almost took Spencer to his knees. Only Logan's quick hands saved him from that. The feral caught him and braced him up while Spencer's hands shot to his head and his body tried to curl in against the pain. All of a sudden Remy's shields snapped up tight around that chaotic mix and the place where Remy should be was suddenly blank. Spencer knew that feeling, though it had been so long since he'd felt it from the outside. Remy had his shields up at maximum, so strong that even Spencer's link was blocked off.
"No, no, no." Spencer moaned out. He yanked against Logan's hold and shot forward again, stumbling straight into the doors to the Med Lab and bursting through with Logan still right with him, one hand on him and the other hand brandishing his claws. Spencer's eyes went straight to his partner and he saw him lying there so perfectly still on that hospital bed. There were people around him and someone, a woman, was right up at his bedside with one hand on his head. Memories from his mates told Spencer that this had to be Jean Grey. Spencer could feel her mentally reaching down to Remy, the same touch that had reached out before, and he knew he had to stop her. With barely a thought, he reacted. He flung his own strength out to shield Remy from her touch at the same time that he called out "Get away from him!"
He felt as her strong mind probe came drilling forward into contact with his shield that he had wrapped around Remy, and he felt as her mind-touch flared and shattered as she ignored his warning and tried to force her way through what she thought was Remy's defenses. She didn't realize that it was Spencer's shield that she was hitting, a mixture of both his powers melded together. She backed away, white faced as she clutched her head in pain. Never before had she encountered a shield like this one, an ever-moving, ever-changing telepathic shield interwoven with pain and fear. Spencer had meant to simply shield, not even thinking about the defenses that were automatically put into those shields. His intent had been to stop her, not to hurt her, but he didn't have space in himself to feel bad about it right now, not while Remy was still lying there hurting.
Spencer ran right up to Remy's bedside, slipping around the few people there, and he went right up to where Jean was. He wasn't thinking with his usual shyness or manners right at the moment. All he could focus on was stopping her before she hurt Remy again or caused any more damage. The whole room watched in shock as this man they didn't know climbed up into the bed right beside Remy and then as Logan planted himself firmly at the bedside with a low snarl that instantly sent everyone scurrying back. All of those there were well experienced with a feral Logan and they could see just how close to that edge he was.
This close to Remy, wrapped up in him, only made the wrong feeling all the worse. Spencer gathered Remy close to him and checked him over. When he found no physical injuries, he lifted his head and looked up at the room. Everyone had backed away from the bed and were being kept back by Logan, who still had his claws out and was definitely standing guard over them. Spencer looked over to the one he knew had to be Scott, one of the people he had felt come in with Remy. "What happened to him?" He demanded.
Scott looked towards Spencer—at least, Spencer thought he did, though it was hard to tell with that battle visor on. After only a second's hesitation, he said "We don't know. One minute he was upright and the next he went down like a ton of bricks. We got him out of there as quickly as possible."
"No one attacked him?"
Instead of answering, Scott asked a question of his own. "And just who are you, exactly?"
Help came from a surprising corner. Rogue moved forward just enough to peek towards the bed, to Spencer, and then she said "I recognize you. Rem's got a picture of you." She turned quickly towards Scott. "He's Remy's best friend, Scott, an Remy trusts him with his life, he told me." Then she looked over to Spencer and answered his question for him. "No one attacked him that we saw. We were at a protest to help keep the peace and he was patrolling. He'd had a headache most of the time but at the end, he just sorta groaned and grabbed his head and then he dropped."
That answered Spencer's question perfectly and told him what he suspected was correct. Remy had overloaded on the emotions around him. Protests were always rife with strong, overwhelming emotions, and Remy had drawn too many in. It explained the chaos his mind had been in before his shields had closed off. Now that Spencer knew what was going on, he stopped paying attention to the others in the room once more. There was no need to. Logan was still by the bed, his emotions just a little steadier—not as feral as they'd been leaning towards before—and Spencer knew the man wouldn't let anyone hurt them. He was in a guard position and he would guard them with everything he had, which was a whole hell of a lot.
Spencer extended a small tendril of thought to Logan, keeping it shielded from anyone 'listening in'. /I think he got overloaded on emotion. I need to go in there and help him get them out or this could take quite a while and cause him quite a lot of pain/
/Do what you gotta. I'll be right here/ Logan reassured him.
/Don't let anyone touch us/ Spencer warned. Then, trusting his physical care over to Logan's capable hands, he turned his attention to Remy once more. Spencer had no shame about cuddling right up against his partner's side. He lifted Remy's arm and ducked underneath it, letting it drop behind him so that it rested along the length of his back. That allowed him to be right up against Remy's side. His head was pillowed on Remy's shoulder and he put his hand over his friend's heart as just one more anchor between them. After another bracing sigh, Spencer closed his eyes and got to work. First things first, he changed the shield he had over Remy, shifting it until it was one large shield that sheltered he and Remy both, keeping them safe from any outside telepathic touch. Then he reached down to Remy's hard shield.
His first gentle brush against Remy's shields had them instinctively tightening. He could see the strength being fed into them. But instead of pushing or trying to worm around them somehow, Spencer gathered up the love that he and Logan felt and he fed it into the link, letting the warmth of it spread. He felt a small pulse in the shields and then, just a slight opening. Enough for him to travel down that link and step inside.
Spencer wasn't startled when he opened his eyes and found himself standing inside of a very handsome foyer. The artwork on the walls and on the tables around him was familiar, as was the French architecture in which the house he stood in was obviously built. He had been here before and he didn't startle in the least bit at arriving here. He'd always found Remy's mindscape beautiful. There were so many different ways for a person to shape their mindscape and each was suited to their owner. Spencer's was a giant library with multiple floors and rooms. It was the easiest way for him to catalogue and view everything that his eidetic memory preserved for him. He'd seen some minds that were the person's hometown, with things sectioned off to the different parts of town. One person he'd seen had sculpted their mindscape like a science lab, with different things logged away on the computer or in various rooms. Always it was something comfortable, something meaningful to the person.
For Remy, part of it was this beautiful house. Jean-Luc's home, actually. It was a place that meant comfort and safety to him.
Spencer carefully moved further into the house, looking around him as he went. Somewhere nearby would be Remy; he just had to find him. "Remy!" He called out into the quiet of the house. "Remy, where are you?"
To his surprise, Remy actually answered him, calling out from not far away. "Back dis way, cher! De backyard."
When Spencer stepped out the door and onto the back porch, he found Remy standing at the base of the stairs, right at the edge of the grass, smoking a cigarette. A wave of relief crashed over him. If Remy was here, talking to him, then the damage couldn't be too bad. He was still in here. Quickly he moved out the door. The sound of Spencer's footsteps had Remy turning to look at him. His expression warmed the same way it always did when he looked at those he loved. "Bonjour, mon amour. Y'r looking mighty fine dere."
Spencer chuckled and shook his head. He walked toward the man, smiling. "Leave it to you to be flirting right now. You've got people out there worried about you and what do you do when I finally make my way in here? Flirt."
"Y'r surprised?" With a grin and a wink, Remy held a hand out to him. Spencer took it when he got close, letting Remy draw him in against his side. He planted a soft kiss on Spencer's cheek. "Didn't mean to worry no one. Just got a lil overloaded, me. Can't seem to get past all of de extra stuff to find m' way back out, yeah." With his free hand he gestured up toward the sky.
Tipping his chin up, Spencer looked up. He saw immediately what Remy was taking about. Despite the light around them that made it seem like midday, the sky above was full of thick, dark clouds, like a heavy blanket laying over them. There were cracks here and there, but it covered most of the sky. Spencer knew what it was he was seeing; his suspicions had been right. "You drew in too many emotions."
"Sort of. It was more like dey was pushing too many emotions at Remy. Dey was too angry, too fanatical, and dere was too many of dem. Couldn't block it all out, y' know? Den it was just all too much." Remy sighed and looked up at the sky as well. "I was trying to work through it, let some out, but dere's a lot and it's slow. Den, something hit m' shields and de defenses went up and what I was working out came slamming back in. Stunned me fo' a bit so dat I couldn't get m' bearings."
Snuggling in against Remy's side, he laid his head on the man's shoulder. "That would be Jean. She tried to reach you and got knocked back by your first layer."
"Huh. Silly femme."
"Mm." Spencer answered. He let his eyes drift back up to the dark clouds once more. "Are you ready to banish these, then? I can help you get them out and then we can wake you up. Logan's out there growling and worrying over us, you know. He doesn't like his boys being in trouble. Especially against something that his claws don't work on."
Remy's laugh was warm and husky. "Aint dat de truth. D'accord, mon cœur. Let's get dis done."
Time passes differently when you're in someone's mind. What can feel like minutes can, in reality, be hours, or vice versa. So when Spencer opened his eyes once more, he had no way of knowing just how much time had really passed. He felt like he'd been in there for hours and hours with Remy, sorting through all the extra emotions and shifting them very carefully out of his shields, separating them from him. Yet a quick look at the clock showed that only thirty minutes had passed. Well, they'd made good time.
He felt Remy shift underneath him and then the Cajun gave a low groan, one hand coming up to his head. "Merde, fo'got how much dis shit hurts. M' head's killin me!"
"It should fade quickly." Spencer reminded him tiredly. "You need to sleep, Remy. Your body needs to recover from what you put it through." He started to try and sit up and Logan's hands were right there, helping him get upright and steady. Then he was leaning behind Spencer to grab Remy's chin and hold him in place while he gave him a kiss. "Don't scare us like that again, ya shit." He grumbled.
Logan pulled back and Remy sat up as well, side by side with Spencer. He scowled past him to Logan. "Aint like I did it on purpose!"
"Boys." Spencer said dryly. He had his eyes closed and was rubbing at his own head, trying to ease the ache that he knew would soon fade. It was a byproduct of processing out so many emotions. Without thinking about it, still half set in what he'd been doing, his spoke into their minds instead of out loud. /Behave, both of you. Remy, you know Logan was just worried. Logan, he didn't do it on purpose. He overloaded on emotions. Now quit your bickering, at least until the headache fades, please/
Remy snuggled up against his side in apology and Spencer lifted his arm, wrapping it around Remy's shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Remy's head and took a moment to just feel gratitude that the problem had been simple to fix this time. That he'd even been here at all to help fix it. If he hadn't, there was no telling how long Remy would've been under, trying to repair it on his own while defending himself from the probes of the other telepaths. Speaking of them…Spencer opened his eyes and looked around the Med Lab. He was surprised to find that there was no one else here. His curiosity must've shown on his face or bled down the link to Logan because the man smiled at him and explained, "Chuck kicked em out. He said you had things under control and that we wouldn't be able to do a thing. So he and Blue cleared the room out."
Well that was…nice. It saved them from having to deal with anyone now that they were awake. They'd at least have time to let the headaches fade before they had to answer questions. Or, well, questions from others. Remy suddenly popped up from Spencer's side and he stared at him like he was seeing him for the first time. Spencer saw that look and he and Logan both let out a laugh. "Surprise." Spencer said cheekily.
"Bit slow there, Gumbo." Logan teased him.
Remy didn't even seem to mind the teasing. He reached out and cupped Spencer's face, drawing him in for a kiss that warm and full of love. "Y'r here." He murmured against Spencer's lips, his delight a tangible thing. "Y'r really here. I didn't even t'ink about it. I'm just so used to y' being dere when m' head goes wrong."
"Where else would I be?" Spencer said lovingly. He patted Remy's chest lightly and pulled back just enough to smile at him. "We can explain all this later. Right now, you need to sleep so your defenses can reset themselves." Something caught his attention and he glanced up and saw Hank hovering over on the far side of the room. Turning his eyes, Spencer exchanged a brief look with Logan, a silent moment of communication. Logan nodded his understanding. He went around to the other side of the bed and he and Spencer pushed Remy to lie back down. Of course, the Cajun protested. "I can sleep up in our room."
"You can rest here." Logan said firmly, pushing down on Remy's shoulder until the man was flat. "Just lay back and sleep. I'll watch over the two of you. Soon as Blue and Spencer clear you, I'll carry you upstairs myself."
Remy scowled at him. The look quickly gave way to a yawn as Spencer started to pump lethargy towards him. "I'll…" He paused and yawned again. "…hold y' to dat, ol' man." Even as he snuggled down into the blankets, he summoned up another scowl, this one directed towards Spencer. "Cheater."
Without shame, Spencer sent more lethargy, letting it fill Remy and pull him down towards sleep. "Rest, love." He gently stroked some of Remy's hair back from his face. Bending down, he kissed his forehead just as those gorgeous eyes drifted shut.
They gave it only a moment longer to make sure that Remy was well and truly out. Then Logan turned towards Hank and gestured him forward with one hand. "C'mon over, Hank. The kid's out for now."
"I'm keeping him under." Spencer promised. He gave Hank a shy smile as the man got close to the bed. "I'm almost positive that he's fine, but I've no idea what else happened while he was out, so I'd like to make sure that he's physically all right before we take him up and lay him down. We just processed out quite a lot of emotions and that's a rather tedious and exhausting thing to do. Sleep will help him recover from it." It would also help Spencer recover a little. Helping someone else process foreign emotions wasn't as easy as one might think. He had basically acted as a buffer between Remy and those emotions, grounding his partner and keeping him stable so that they could work their way through everything and slowly let it all out, while all the while making sure that he kept a shield around he and Remy both that would keep them safe from the other telepaths in the house. Even now, Spencer felt a small presence outside his shield, not touching it, just simply making its presence known in a silent request for speech. Whoever it was had learned from the way his shields had acted towards Jean. They weren't trying to touch his.
Spencer's attention had turned towards that touch and he'd been distracted by it so that he'd missed Hank coming up to the bed. He was jolted back now as he heard the doctor speak. It drew him back out of his head for a moment. "Physically, Remy is uninjured." Hank was telling them. Still, he had his hand on Remy's wrist and was taking his pulse. Bright eyes flashed up to Spencer's face. "You say you were processing out emotions?"
"Yes." Spencer nodded.
He felt Hank's confusion and it sparked his own. He looked over to Logan, who had moved to stand by Remy's head while Hank was doing his examination. Logan caught the look and sighed. "No one around here knows, darlin." His expression was both loving and exasperated when he looked down at Remy's sleeping face. "You know how he thinks about it."
Damn that idiot. Spencer lifted his hand and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. When was Remy going to learn? "He and I are going to have a long, serious discussion about this tomorrow." He was going to get his point across even if he had to beat it into him. With one more sigh, Spencer dropped his hand and focused on Hank, who was now watching him curiously. "Though he doesn't admit to it, Remy's an empath. A unique one, true, but an empath nonetheless. He considers it nothing more than his 'charm'."
"I've heard him speak of his charm but I never knew it was an actual power." Hank was clearly surprised by the idea.
"It is. It's empathy, no matter what he says." Spencer was distracted once more by the presence outside of his shields. It was brushing up against them without actually touching, a sort of testing feel, and he was trying to keep his natural defenses from reacting to it. With that casual touch he knew now who it was and he understood the reasoning behind the touch. It wasn't dangerous or threatening, or even all that intrusive. It was curious and cautious, two things that Spencer could understand and respect. He would've thought less of Charles Xavier if the man hadn't been curious about the presence of another telepath in his house, one that he didn't know but who was obviously connected to two of his residents and who was currently using his powers on one resident. Spencer carefully adjusted his shields so that Remy was completely sheltered and then he reached out and opened up a line between him and Charles, accepting the gentle touch the man was extending, the feeling almost like two hands joining together in a friendly clasp. /Hello, Professor Xavier/
/Hello, young man. How is Remy doing?/
The fact that Charles asked that first and foremost nudged him up a notch or two in Spencer's esteem. Being kind to Remy or Logan was a good way to get into Spencer's good graces. Outwardly, Spencer watched Hank conduct his examination and listened to the running commentary the man was giving to Logan, suggesting that he was rather used to how Logan could be when someone close to him was hurt. Inwardly, he smiled at the Professor's question and formed his reply. /It's Dr. Reid, actually, sir. And Dr. McCoy is conducting a physical now, but Remy is fine. He just needs a good night's sleep/
/I'm glad to hear he's well. It's amazing, really, that you got in past his shields while he was locked down so tightly. Are you okay? You weren't injured?/
As far as probing went, that wasn't exactly subtle. Spencer shook his head lightly without even realizing it. /You are short on subtlety, sir. I'll not be divulging any secrets as to how to work past Remy's natural shields. Even if I told you how I did it, you wouldn't be able to replicate it. I'm in the unique position of not only being linked to Remy, but in being the person who taught him how to make a few of the layers in his shields/
"Darlin?"
The soft touch of Logan's hand on his cheek drew Spencer from his thoughts. He blinked his eyes to clear them and looked up with surprise to see that Logan was now on this side of the bed with him. When had he moved over here? Hank was still on the other side of the bed, this time near Remy's head, but he was paused in whatever he was doing and his eyes were on Spencer as well. The way they were looking at him and the concern he could feel told him that they'd probably been trying to get his attention for a little bit. Sheepishly, he looked back at Logan, a slight flush staining his cheeks. "Sorry. The Professor was asking me about Remy and I sort of tunneled in on the conversation." A conversation that was now effectively done. When Spencer had pulled back to answer Logan's voice, he'd instinctively tightened his shields once more which had cut off the line he'd had with Charles.
"You need sleep." Logan told him firmly. It wasn't quite an observation; more, an order. One that Logan would have no hesitation in enforcing.
Spencer's gaze dropped down to Remy for a moment. "Is he cleared to go to bed?"
"Indeed." Hank straightened up from what he'd been doing and he smiled at them. "Our Cajun friend seems perfectly healthy, as always. You may take him to rest with my blessing."
Perfect. Spencer turned and dropped his legs down off the side of the bed. Bed was just what they needed, all of them. The three of them needed to just go curl up in that big bed together and shut out the world for a little while longer. Tomorrow was soon enough to deal with everything and everyone else. But Spencer hadn't even managed to push off the bed when Hank's voice came from behind him, full of worry. "Dr. Reid, you're bleeding."
What? He was bleeding? Spencer tried to twist his head to look to where Hank was looking at even though he knew it wouldn't work. He lifted one hand and reached up to touch his shoulder where it started to curve to his neck and his fingers came away slightly bloody. Oh. His cheeks heated almost instantly at the same time that a grin stretched across Logan's face. That seemed to answer it all for Hank right there. He was smiling now, too, and he held his hands up as he took a step back. "Never mind."
Cheeks heating even more, Spencer quickly rose from the bed, his embarrassment making him even more eager to get out of here. "Have you got Remy, Logan?"
"Yeah, I got him, brat." Logan said with a chuckle.
"Then why don't we get him upstairs to bed? Thank you, Dr. McCoy, for your assistance." And without wasting another moment, Spencer hurried from the room, his embarrassment making those behind him laugh. Logan shook his head before carefully gathering Remy up into his arms and setting off after his other mate.