#demon!logan

“Wha--WHY?!” He choked out in surprise. This wasn’t---Virgil had never indicated an interest in visiting him under here before. 

Yet as soon as he caught sight of his tear streaked face, Logan found himself automatically lifting one wing and shifting his position to hold out an arm so he could slip underneath, a hot spike of anger rising in his chest. Virgil didn’t cry. He didn’t--What had happened to his dark and broody charge?

Virgil didn’t hesitate, ducking under both wing and arm to curl up into his chest, his soft hair tickling Logan’s chin as the boy choked back a sob, clinging to him. “Ju--just hold me for a minute, okay?” He whispered.

Logan lowered his wing, easily hiding him from view as he tightened his grip around him, holding Virgil close as he ran gentle claws through his hair. “Of course.” He said, careful to keep his voice from echoing. 

He frowned up at the pitch black cloud that hung like an anvil over Virgil’s head, catching only glimpses of the past four hours of torture his charge had been through. Glimpses because Virgil’s thoughts were being slippery, his human not wanting him to know exactly what had gone wrong. Annoying that. He shouldn’t have admitted to being able to see and influence the boy’s thoughts. “You’re safe here.” He whispered, fighting the fury rising within him as Virgil broke down, hot tears dripping onto his chest. 

“I-I know. I ju-just--” He shuddered. “I hate this place.” 

Logan blinked. Huh? How was that--just this morning his charge had once again shrugged off the light meddling that he’d done to the tangle of thoughts over his head to try and convince him to leave! Yet Virgil had been firm in stating that he was fine here. 

Obviously he wasn’t doing so fine if he hated being here. 

Logan ran his claws through Virgil’s hair, observing those twisting thoughts with no intention of meddling at the moment. 

No, he was seeking to understand why the sudden change of heart when nothing he had suggested had worked. “We both do. Why do you think I’ve been trying to convince you to leave?” The cold for one was getting tiresome. Spring should be bringing warmer temperatures and yet up here in the north it hardly felt like they’d come out of winter at all.

“I just--” The dark cloud over his head seemed to grow darker. “I just...wanted it to change you know? How can I be a thousand miles away from my old life, and yet everyone here still treats me like I’m the scum of the earth? I just--I just...wish someone here besides you would like me. You know? Where I could just--relax and not constantly be worrying if I’m secretly hated and they’re gonna try and--and--”

“Lock you in the janitor’s closet?” Logan asked, his chest rumbling with a suppressed growl as he finally found the thread leading to the event that Virgil had been trying to hide from him.

Even with him drastically reducing his meddling with Virgil’s thoughts, it seemed like his charge really couldn’t catch a break here. Especially if this--this freshman hazing kept up. Even if Virgil kept insisting that it was nothing and that his...peers’…antics should stay unreported to the police--not that that hadn’t stopped Logan from going off and enacting his own little revenge on the people that had threatened his human’s life--it would only be a matter of time before he would need to guard his charge twenty-four seven to keep him safe. To keep him alive. 

That was no way for a human to live. A demon’s guardianship was hardly a good guardianship after all.

Virgil gave a bitter laugh, thoughts swirling, giving Logan glimpses of the faces of the new people torturing his charge. 

It was a bittersweet realization that. Sure he was proud his ability to terrorize others hadn’t been dulled with this...softening towards this one particular human, but if getting rid of the one batch of rotten eggs only encouraged another group to take up the calling to make Virgil’s life miserable---

“They took my backpack this time.” He whispered, resting his head against Logan’s chest. “I had to MacGyver a way to melt the hinges off the door with chemicals from the closet before I could escape. Then it took me another hour to track down where they’d thrown my bag--at least I found it.” 

Was that supposed to be reassuring? That this time, he’d managed to get free by himself? If it was...it didn’t make Logan feel any better. Not when it left his charge in tears. 

Not when it left him wondering what would have happened if Virgil hadn’t managed to MacGyver-whatever that meant- his way out of his predicament. Just how long would it have been before Logan would have realized he wasn’t coming back? That he needed help? It just--that ache that--that worry in his chest only grew stronger at the thought. 

Honestly, he didn’t understand most human devices, but if he needed to obtain a freaking cell phone and enchant it so that Virgil would always be able to contact him he would. The hassle would be worth it if it meant his charge would remain safe. That at the first sign of trouble Virgil could call for help and immediately receive it.

Better than leaving him wondering if Logan would find him in time. If he’d--- He exhaled. “I know it won’t mean much coming from me.” He whispered, committing to memory the faces of the people he needed to go take care of next, all too aware of how much he, himself, had contributed to his charge’s woes while here. “But you don’t deserve this.”

Virgil let out a shaky breath, the dark cloud swirling over his head shifting to a lighter grey as he looked up meeting Logan’s slitted eyes. “I want to make a deal.” 

He blinked, ignoring how his hearts leapt at the words every demon craved to hear at the unexpected phrase. “No you don’t.” 

Virgil set his jaw, eyes unwavering. “I do.”

Logan frowned, fighting the desire to break eye contact to see what the twisting threads of thought were leading to. To find out why Virgil was requesting this now. No, it was best to hear it straight from the human himself. 

He let out a slow breath. Knowing his charge, his reasoning would be convoluted and yet still make perfect sense. “I’m willing to hear you out, but I do not agree to agree to anything beyond that. You’ve already dealt with enough trouble in your life without adding a demonic deal to it.” 

Virgil gave a wobbly smirk, hardly fazed as he tapped Logan’s chest with a single finger. “Your side.” He said. “You want me to move elsewhere. Want me to go to a different school. Someplace warmer. Safer.” 

Logan gave a slow nod. “Yes?” Though wasn’t this deal supposed to be about what the human wanted to get instead of the demon?  

“Then I’ll agree to moving. Even let you pick the school and the place I’ll stay at IF.” He stressed the word again tapping Logan’s chest. “You agree to three things first.” 

Three things in exchange for one of safety? Typical human. He narrowed his eyes, tail tapping against the floorboards. “And those are?” 

“One. You stop hiding under my bed like an overgrown dust bunny. Two. You become my roommate and go to the school you’ve chosen with me--don’t give me that look.” 

Logan growled, tail dancing back and forth against the wall. He would give out all the looks he wanted thank you very much. Because that was---okay being out from under the bed would be wonderful but be a roommate?! “I can’t replace your need for human interaction and companionship, Virgil.”

Sure, it did make a nice loophole that his superiors couldn’t argue against because the human had requested his near-constant presence in this deal. But it couldn’t work. Demons and Humans weren’t meant to be roommates. It was hardly a healthy relationship when Logan had the ability to manipulate Virgil’s thoughts! Plus! Figuring out an adequate human disguise to uphold all hours of the day in order to go to school would be a nightmare and a half with the rituals and the charm work involved to hide his demonic looks.  

“Three.” Virgil continued, ignoring Logan’s outburst, the cloud above his head shifting closer to white as he grew more fond of how this deal was turning out. “You pick out our other roommate or roommates. Ones who know you are a demon so you won’t have to disguise yourself when you’re home.”  

That was---huh. So he’d only have to look human while in public? Logan tsked, claws carefully brushing Virgil’s tear streaked cheeks, his wings quivering with the urge to agree to this--this foolhardiness as his mind raced to find any downsides for his end of this deal. For any loopholes to exploit despite him not wanting to do anything of the sort to Virgil. Not when his charge was finally finally willing to move away from this awful place.

Except there was one problem. The humans.

“Most humans who willingly interact with demons are not the sort of individuals I would trust to room with you.” He said, shaking his head. His goal was to keep Virgil safe. Not set him up for further attempts on his life.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting. “I specifically said those who know you are a demon, Lo. That doesn’t have to mean they’ve interacted with others.” 

Clever. “But I don’t interact with other humans!” If he hadn’t broken the rules, Virgil would never be having this conversation with him in the first place because he wouldn’t know Logan existed. “Demons don’t interact with humans unless they are summoned. How am I--!”

“I never summoned you though. And yet here we are.” 

Logan had to look away at that. Avoid staring at the positively smug face his charge was giving him. “That’s different.” He finally muttered. Most demons didn’t care what happened to the humans they dealt with. Logan was an outlier in that sense. Sent to lurk under a bed as punishment and instead found that he liked it even if Virgil’s stubborn nature drove him up the wall most of the time. 

“Different because you were hiding under my bed for who knows how long?” 

He grimaced. It hadn’t even been a year yet. Not that long at all in human terms. “In a way.” 

He flinched as Virgil placed a palm against his cheek, turning his head back to face him. “You were the monster under my bed until you decided I needed a Guardian instead.” He said softly. “Why can’t you go find another human whose needs are similar to mine? Find someone we both can get along with. And once you do, I’ll move wherever you want me to for school. Those are my terms.” 

Logan hardly cared if another human liked him. He was a demon. Humans were supposed to fear his kind. But Virgil? His human needed a good roommate. One that would want to be around him, unlike Virgil’s current set that barely acknowledged his existence unless it was his turn to take out the trash. However, if he was out hunting for this good roommate…that would mean--

“I can hardly be considered a Guardian if you’re left defenseless while I’m off searching who knows where for who knows how long for this hypothetical person!” Logan retorted. “You would have to allow me to establish a means to ensure you’re safe while I am gone or that you could summon me if you find yourself in danger before I would even consider--” 

“What sort of thing?” 

Logan frowned. Was the stress of three near death attempts addling his charge’s mind? Perhaps the air underneath the bed was’t flowing properly--he shifted, teleporting them both onto Virgil’s bed where he could have this conversation in a more proper format. After all, humans didn’t usually make deals under their beds. Though it probably was too much to expect his charge to draw a sigil on the floor. Not if he wanted his deposit back. 

He kept a wing securely around Virgil as the human adjusted his position to rest more comfortably against him, a move that should be more counter-intuitive despite Logan’s proclamations of keeping him safe. There was too much trust here. Virgil had hardly done more than sharply inhale at them suddenly appearing on top of his bed.

“So?” He asked once he was comfortable, fingers brushing against the inside of Logan’s wing. “What sort of thing were you thinking?” 

Logan shrugged a shoulder, trying to not focus on how relaxed Virgil was with him. “...I was considering a cell phone.” 

The laugh his charge let out shouldn’t make his hearts flutter so.

Virgil grinned, shaking his head, the storm cloud above him glittering brightly despite it’s shifting state. “That’s so...human, Lo. But what if it dies? What if I get mine taken away? They’re hardly reliable despite how much I use mine. Isn’t there a sort of…” He waved a hand around. “Sigil or spell or mark? Something that you can place on me?” 

Yes. But--

Before he could speak his charge ducked out from under his wing, grabbing at his backpack on the floor and digging into it. “I could draw something on me.” He offered, pulling out a pen. “And then you enchant it or whatever to--are you okay?”

That was---ha. Logan swallowed, wings shifting back as he looked his human in the eyes. “That is...it’s not a light commitment to make, Virgil.” He finally answered. “You shouldn’t allow any demon, let alone me--” Despite how much he desperately wanted it. It would be so much easier to ensure he could protect Virgil than using a cell phone. “--to mark you so. I doubt you want a permanent connection to me and a sigil once placed on living flesh cannot easily be removed.” 

Virgil tapped his pen against his lips, tilting his head as he silently studied Logan. 

His tail twisted at the scrutiny. “It’s too much of a risk.” He repeated, holding his hands palm up. “You have no guarantee that I will remain a...Guardian to you.” Though at this point he couldn’t see him being anything else. “I am a Demon. It’s not in our nature to--”

He cut off as Virgil reached out, resting his hands in Logan’s clawed ones, gently squeezing them. “Lo.” 

His hearts skipped a beat at the nickname. Gah. If Virgil ever figured out how being called Lo truly affected him, far more than any deal would, he would be completely done for--he flinched, inhaling sharply as a purplish glow appeared, covering both of their hands as his charge gave a small smirk. 

“You’ve saved my life twice now.” He said softly, leaning forward, unfazed by the glow. 

Though of course Virgil would have no idea that this wasn’t normal, not when Logan hadn’t done anything! 

“That’s hardly a demon’s nature now is it? To save someone? Someone who made no deal to gain such protection?” 

….No. It wasn’t normal. He knew that. He-- Logan made a sound in his throat as the purplish glow shifted between them winding like a ribbon around their wrists. He eyed it warily, it was a sign, despite the fact that the glowing ribbon should be red instead of purple, that a deal was being struck though Logan had made no active attempt to initiate one. Hadn’t wanted--

“You’re no ordinary demon, Lo.” 

No...he wasn’t much like the others was he? Interacting with humans...a human...with Virgil willingly without being compelled to. To want to protect his charge, seeking to help him instead of...well...continuing to make him suffer. 

“If you don’t want the mark on me to be permanent then make it temporary.” Virgil said, maintaining eye contact. “Make it last as long as you need it to. But I know you know you want to know I’m okay. Is this not a good way to go about it?”  

His breath caught in his throat. There was too much trust in him here. Far too much. Virgil didn’t know what he was getting into. He couldn’t--it wasn’t safe. “I don’t--” Logan swallowed, fingers trembling in Virgil’s hands as the ribbon pulsed around them. “A demonic deal is never safe.” He couldn’t risk his charge like this. Something would go wrong. It wasn’t worth it. “I don’t want to make this type of deal. Any deal with you.” He whispered, wings fluttering with heat as he broke eye contact, bowing his head to his charge. 

“Lo?” Virgil adjusted his grip, squeezing his hands.  

He shuddered, eyes burning despite his inability to shed tears, his hearts pounding like the drums of war as he clung to those hands, careful always careful so that his claws wouldn’t pierce his delicate flesh, wouldn’t draw blood to seal whatever deal this purple ribbon was trying to instigate. He couldn’t hurt him. 

“It’s not proper.” He said softly. “A demon shouldn’t care about this. A demon would just say yes. But I can’t. Because I do. I care. I just want you safe, Virgil. Protected. Happy. A deal won’t-- I can’t---a demon can’t--” 

“Perhaps.” Virgil tilted his head, peering up into Logan’s slitted eyes. “You should stop thinking of yourself as a demon then.”

He blinked, wings drawing back as the purple ribbon pulsed. “What?” But that--that’s what he was. Sure, he wasn’t acting like one currently, but no one would look at him and think he was anything else.

“Well...you’ve already said it yourself, haven’t you? Starting back when I nearly froze to death. What you really are.” 

He’d said a lot of--Wait. Logan looked up, barely able to breathe from how tight his chest felt. “You...remember that time?” 

Virgil shook his head. “Not all of it. But I do remember one thing, Lo.” He grinned, eyes glittering as the purple ribbon flashed a brilliant indigo, the bright warm light washing over Logan before he could blink.  

 “No! Nope, they’re fine.” Remy answered quickly, hugging his chest and pulling his feet up onto the bed, “I swear, they’re good.”

 Remy’s gaze flicked nervously to Logan and for the umpteenth time Remy wished he had his shades. It was bad enough that Logan was there, but to see his wings the healer would need his shirt to come off and last time Remy ended up shirtless with the demon…

 Goosebumps rose on his skin at the memory.

The healer inhaled sharply, clearly fishing for something to say, but Logan moved closer slowly, dropping his hands to his sides.

“Remy.” his voice was cool but it was...that weird warm that he only seemed to spare for Remy, “Last I saw those wings, they were in terrible shape.” he lowered himself to a knee in front of the fae, looking up into his face. It was...weird, that Logan was trying to be...comforting? Was that what it was?

The healer shifted awkwardly, giving Logan more space, swallowing hard. Either they’d forgotten Logan was there, or were more comfortable with him at a distance.

“They must be painful.” Logan continued, arching an eyebrow at him and Remy dropped his eyes to his knees. He pouted and blew a raspberry.

“I mean...yeah…” he mumbled and huffed.

“Then wouldn’t it be best to have it looked into?” he asked, lowering his eyebrow as Remy huffed again and pouted.

“But…” he looked warily to the healer before straightening, “I’d rather not.” he spat firmly, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’ll deal with it.”

Logan hummed as he slowly got to his feet, nodding as he studied Remy’s face and the healer shifted uneasily, “Then I have a few questions-”

“No.” Remy spat, glaring to the healer, “No more questions, no more prodding, just go away!”

The healer took a wary step back, looking nervously to Logan, “I, uh-”

“If he does not wish for you to look into it, I won’t force it.” The fae looked up in surprise, pulling his shoulders close as the demon turned to the healer and regarded him coldly from behind his glasses, “Please, this way.”

Logan gestured to the door, his arm between Remy and Logan. The healer looked to Remy, his eyes worried but dark, and Remy sneered back, shrinking away and avoiding Logan’s confused gaze. Reluctantly, the healer followed the demon out of the door, leaving Remy alone in his bedroom.

The air felt lighter once they’d both left but the fae swallowed hard and squeezed his own chest. He knew human healers, probably better than Logan did. There was no saying what kind of damage the healer could have done to his wings or...worse yet, what he intended to learn by being ‘clumsy’ about the prodding.

Remy was no stranger to being used as an opportunity to find weaknesses regarding other fae...and they were already so few as it was…

He shuddered at the idea of being used like that again. It was such a long time ago now, to be fair but still-

The door opened and closed softly, startling Remy from his thoughts. He heard the familiar slow footfalls of Logan as he moved around the bed, pausing before the curled fae still sitting on his bed.

“Remy.” his voice was even warmer than before, and even though he kept his chin tucked behind his knees, he looked up at Logan. The demon studied his face, his own expression softening slowly, “May I ask why you refused any further help?”

The fae shifted uncomfortably, breaking his gaze from Logan’s and clearing his throat, “You can’t...trust healers. Human healers.”

Logan nodded slowly, “Hmm.” he mused as he strode to Remy’s balcony, gazing out to the view of the garden’s Remy’s room afforded. Various flowers were getting ready to bloom and he could only imagine how fragrant Remy’s room would smell come the proper fall of spring.

“I’m sorry.” Remy whispered, and Logan half-turned to Remy, the fae curled up even smaller than before, some of his filthy hair falling into his face, “I...whatever you do, just-”

Logan inhaled softly and turned fully to the fae, “Remy.” his voice was firm but not harsh, but the fae still shrank further as Logan moved toward him, “I will not punish you.” he sat beside the fae, “Rather, I would like to offer that I assist with your wings.”

Remy blinked, straightening suddenly and staring at Logan in shock. The demon wanted to help him? The shock broke out in a soft scoff, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

A very slight, smug smirk pulled onto the demon’s face, his eyebrow arching as his eyes shone. Remy wasn’t sure how that made him feel...his heart was definitely beating faster though.

“I am older than I look.” Logan answered warmly, “I also have some experience with detangling wings and easing tension.” Slowly, Logan shrugged off his blazer, “But I would like to have a proper look at them, so I can properly gauge them.”

Remy swallowed nervously, wincing when a muscle spasmed in his back, “Not now.” he said quickly, knowing full well what was coming, “Later. Please, I, uh-” Logan blinked in surprise, his eyes suddenly darkening as he studied the fae, “I want to have a nap.” he offered, knowing it was a pathetic lie but...if it got Logan to leave him alone-

“Remy…” Logan’s smug smirk grew a little bigger, “You truly expect me to believe a such a weak lie after a wince like that?” Remy paled, trying to find something else to look at.

“Well- I-”

His voice got stuck in his throat when he felt Logan’s hand gently press against his cheek, his skin warming under Logan’s cool skin. He couldn’t fight as Logan turned the fae’s face to his, “How may I help?”

Remy blushed and swallowed hard, “It’s nothing really-” he said quickly, “I’d rather be alone with this, please, Lo-”

Logan’s thumb brushed his cheekbone, Remy felt his cool touch over his scales, feeling a chill roll down his spine and his muscles spasmed quickly. Remy hissed in a breath between his teeth, his back arching and Logan moved before Remy realised what was happening.

He felt the mattress against his side, gasping softly as the spasming eased and he forced his eyes to open.

The demon was moving swiftly by the head of Remy’s bed, and the fae couldn’t help but watch curiously as Logan arranged pillows and a blanket, catching the fae’s eyes when he glanced to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, choosing to stay curled on his side as he waited for the next spasm to hit.

Logan adjusted his glasses as he straightened, starting to unclasp buttons on his sleeves as he moved back to him, “Doing what I can to help make you comfortable.” he answered, “How often do the spasms hit?”

Remy huffed and rolled his eyes, rolling a crease of the sheets between his thumb and forefinger, “Well...depends.”

Logan hummed as he started rolling his sleeves up to his elbows and Remy refused to look at him. It wasn’t fair that the demon was hot and it was clear he knew that now.

“Depends on what, little fae?” he asked, voice dropping into a low whisper, and Remy scowled from the playful nickname, but goosebumps rose on his arms.

How dare the demon play him like this!?

“How much of an asshole you are.” he quipped, a laugh startling out of Logan and Remy blushed as he kept his gaze off the demon.

Logan undid the buttons of his collar, leaving the top two undone as he gently moved Remy into his arms. The fae made a small noise of discomfort as Logan started moving, “Is it beginning again?”

Remy huffed, “No.” he answered with a pout, “It’s just tense right now.”

“Hm.” Logan moved onto the bed and gently set Remy on his stomach, braced with blankets and pillows, “I need to remove this shirt, Remy.”

Remy buried his face in the blanket, groaning loudly and huffing, “Fine.” he whined, turning his face to the side, “Just...be careful.”

The demon shifted, straddling Remy’s thighs and the fae hid his face again in the blanket, gripping it tightly in his hands. He couldn’t help but tense, his muscles tensing. He knew it wouldn’t take much for Logan to do...no, no, he didn’t want to-

Logan’s cool hands gently set on his hips, and Remy jerked, gripping his blanket tighter.

“Easy.” Logan said softly, “I will not do anything you do not want.” he assured, sliding his shirt up slowly, hands following Remy’s contours, “How long have your wings been like this?”

Remy huffed, “I believe that.” he muttered under his breath, “Uh, I don’t really know.”

Logan eased the shirt up carefully, leaving it beside him as he carefully studied the wings before him, “Can you relax them at all? Spread them out?”

Remy whined, swallowing hard, “I, uh...can’t.” he answered quietly, “They...don’t...move when I want them to…”

Logan carefully climbed off of Remy’s thighs, “They are very atrophied.” he spoke softly, getting to his feet, “I will return with some oil, it should help ease the tension.”

Remy spluttered, “No! You don’t need that!” he protested, trying to get up and his back spasmed suddenly, crying out and gripping the sheets, trapped on his elbows. He didn’t hear Logan leave or return, but when the spasms ended and flopped back amongst the pillows and blanket, the demon had returned with a glass of water, some pain medication and the oil he needed.

“I believe I understand where your apprehension is coming from.” he spoke calmly, “And I know my word will not account for much.” he carefully and slowly straddled Remy’s thighs again. The fae was too exhausted to do much more than pant, wincing as his back spasmed, “Eventually, I hope you can trust me.”

Remy huffed and pouted at him, wincing again from another sharp but short spasm, “We’ll see.”

Logan smirked and poured some oil on his hands, warming it up slowly, “I will accept that.”

Careful and slow, Logan set his hands on Remy’s hips, carefully massaging slowly, “Ow…” Remy whined and Logan huffed a soft laugh.

“Do the best you can to relax.” Logan assured gently, massaging up slowly, using as little pressure as he could, smirking when Remy huffed, “Yes, yes, I am aware.” he said quietly, “Breathe slowly and warn me before it spasms.”

Remy nodded slowly, taking a few slow and deep breaths as Logan’s hands moved slowly up his back, applying gentle pressure to his mid-back.

“I will begin on your shoulders now.” Logan said quietly, “I fear I will not be able to reach your entire back until I attempt to detangle these wings.”

Remy whined softly, and Logan studied Remy’s face as he massaged slowly, smirking as Remy lay with his eyes closed, taking slow breaths.

“It appears I have already significantly eased the pain.” Logan said warmly, easing down to the shoulder blades before he had to stop, “I simply cannot go further.”

The fae pouted, forcing an eye open and scowling up at the demon who smiled back warmly.

“That does not mean I am about to stop.” Logan answered, pouring more oil into his palms, “I will begin to detangle the wings now, and I will take my time.” Remy whined and pouted, “The more I do, the better,” he assured as he warmed the oil, “It has been a significant amount of time since you were able to groom them, is it not?”

Remy nodded, taking a deep breath and sighing it out, “Yeah, I...I haven’t really been...able to.” he answered softly, panting softly and nuzzling the blanket. Logan had made a good choice...the blanket was soft and so much better than a pillow would have been.

Logan couldn’t help the fond smile that pulled onto his face as he carefully ran his fingers over the feathers tangled on Remy’s back. The fae squeaked softly, shivering as goosebumps cropped up all over his arms and legs, scowling at Logan as the demon smirked back.

“You did not expect that to feel good, did you?” he asked warmly, very gently petting over the feathers, watching Remy shiver from each touch.

“F-feels...g-good…” he whispered, small noises of content escaping his throat as Logan continued the slow and gentle movements.

“I am grateful to hear that.” the demon spoke gently, a tone Remy was getting used to hearing. He sighed deeply as Logan kept his hands moving, “It is also good to see you relaxing.” The demon carefully started moving his fingers to individual strands, slowly and carefully untangling long, thin feathers.

“Ah...L-logan…” Remy’s breath hitched and he gripped the blanket tightly.

Logan withdrew his hands, “Where, Remy?” he asked gently, watching carefully as the fae tensed and grit his teeth, “Talk to me, little fae.”

Remy whined, “Mid-back.” he yelped, “T-Tight!”

Logan slipped his fingers under the battered wings, feeling the spasming muscles under his fingertips, “Breathe deeply, Remy.” he whispered, guiding small sparks of magic into his fingertips, very gently applying pressure. The fae whimpered, “It will ease, just breathe.” he eased when the muscle contracted, applying light pressure when they released.

“Oh...oh, Lo-gan…” the fae hiccuped, huffing a few breaths softly, “That...that’s help...helping…”

Logan smiled fondly, “Good.”

Remy relaxed quickly under Logan’s careful movements, managing to get his breathing back and he smiled dazedly underneath him, “Thank you…” he whispered, “That…” he sighed, “That was...thank you…”

Logan smiled and nodded, easing his hands out from under the wings, “You did a great job telling me.” Logan assured, “I will continue untangling now.”

Remy nodded dazedly, swallowing hard and trying to open his eyes, “I...jus’...”

The demon shook his head, pouring more oil onto his palms and warming it, “No need thank me.” he continued lightly petting Remy’s wings, trying to untangle the largest mass first.

Remy let himself focus on the feeling of Logan’s cool fingers gently and deftly separating his feathers, feeling the tension in each one, trying to enjoy the soft buzzes of electricity that ran through him when Logan’s fingers moved.

The fae couldn’t ignore what that meant exactly. It was one thing to be afraid of Logan hurting him...that way...but his wings worked on intention not...not perception. It didn’t matter how Remy felt about Logan, it mattered how Logan felt...and the demon really truly meant him no harm.

And that made the goosebumps running up and down to his arms and legs harder to ignore, along with the soft flush that was spreading over his cheeks and down his neck.

If the demon did notice, he didn’t say anything. He seemed pretty engrossed in his work, learning how to catch the spasms before they started, working them out before Remy truly felt any pain. It was...it was honestly the nicest he had felt in a very long time.

Maybe...maybe he’d sleep well…?

The demon paused halfway through the detangling, “This may be uncomfortable, little fae, but it will ease.”

Remy nodded sluggishly, eyelids fluttering, his long and dark lashes set against his deep blush, his pale irises rising to Logan’s. Hazy and a little distracted, Remy offered a small smile, eyes falling closed as he relaxed with a few deep breaths.

The fae felt Logan’s hands shifting through his wings, “Now, little fae, take a deep breath in-” without a thought, Remy complied, “And now, out.”

As Remy breathed out, Logan lifted Remy’s wings, the gatherings of thin feathers releasing easily, the muscles in Remy’s back and shoulders protesting as Logan let them fall, letting Remy shift until he was comfortable.

“There we go.” he picked up the oil again and warmed it, “I understand that it is awkward, I will assist with that in a moment.” Remy whined, “And in time, we’ll get you flying again.”

The fae hadn’t even thought about that. The spasms and his pain had been so extreme he’d forgotten all about flying. It had been something he hadn’t at all been allowed to consider. Atrophied long before they were tangled, it had been something he...well...wasn’t ‘allowed’ but now...Logan wanted to let him fly?

Dazed from the relief, he looked up at Logan tiredly as his hands skillfully worked over muscles and gently relaxed them, “Am I...your...slave…?” he whispered, flushing deeply when the question stumbled from his lips.

Logan’s hands froze, eyes wide as they met Remy’s, his face melting, “Goodness no.” he answered quickly, “I am aware you had believed so when I assisted you.” The demon continued, “But I had no intention to treat you as such then or now.”

Remy hummed, blinking slowly and swallowing hard, “So...what...am I then?”

The demon hummed as he applied slightly more pressure into Remy’s muscles, easing a small spasm as it started in this shoulder, “I would like to think that we could potentially be friends.” he answered.

Remy blushed and giggled, “What about more?” he teased tiredly, wincing and huffing, “That was bad.”

Logan snickered in surprise, grinning, “I am not protesting a better attempt once you are not drifting to sleep.”

Remy pouted and blew a raspberry, “Maybe that was...the only shot…?” he teased back and Logan grinned…

The demon grinned! Remy wasn’t sure what it was that bloomed in his chest then but it felt damn good!

“Perhaps I shall have to be the one to initiate then, hm?”

The fae pouted, “Noooo…” he whined, letting his eyes close as Logan returned to paying attention to his feathers, “It’s my thing…!”

Logan chuckled softly and Remy grinned, “Hm, I believe I flirted first.”

Remy stuck his tongue out, “But I was mad at you.” he answered and blew a raspberry, “And you were scary.”

“I am no longer scary?” Logan asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Not right now.” Remy yawned, kneading the blanket under his head and Logan smiled fondly, shaking his head.

“Well, that seems unfortunate.” Logan teased warmly and Remy realised it was a tone he wasn’t used to at all. The others were like lukewarm water, the ever present ice was there, even when he warmed a little but this...this was more like melted chocolate. Warm and sweet and smooth, “Or perhaps I have been biding my time…?”

Remy huffed and pouted again but couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. He attempted to answer, but all that escaped was the almost unfamiliar mother tongue he hadn’t been able to speak in...a long time. Soft chirps and clicks escaped him, startling the demon for a moment.

The fae tried again, pouting as more clicks and chirps escaped, huffing as the demon chuckled lightly, clumsily responding in the same dialect.

Remy was surprised, snickering softly and shaking his head, taking a few slow and deep breaths as Logan continued to massage.

“I was once fluent but I am afraid it has been far too long.” The demon chuckled softly, “Rest for now, little fae.”

After a few moments of quiet, Logan paused to admire the work he had managed. From a singluar, matted and tangled mass of thin, feathery strands, battered and burned and filthy, to six still tangled groupings, but the muscles between those wings were relaxed and at ease. No spasms had occurred in some time, and Logan massaged his hands as he glanced to Remy’s face. No more banter for a while, it seemed. The fae had absolutely fallen asleep, his lips parted slightly and drooling a little as he slept deeply.

Logan carefully climbed off of Remy’s thighs, stretching his back and arms above his head, smiling warmly as the fae breathed easily and slowly.

The demon couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been since the fae had actually managed to sleep the night through. His long, dark lashes were set against his cheekbones but Logan could see the dark circles under his eyes, the exhaustion that had weighed down his expression.

He couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take for Remy to awaken. He pulled out his phone, deciding to research what he could do to help Remy further.

There was some disappointment, particularly how little the humans actually knew about the anatomy of fae’s wings. It seemed unbelievable that doctors knew so little, but Logan decided to take a gamble as he researched.

Switching his keyboard to fae, he found more than enough websites. His Faerie was still shaky, but he smirked as he kept looking into other forums. Diet, exercise, social behaviours in discussion.

Logan wondered if Remy was aware of so many fae existing online, but he decided to leave the research alone, and he smiled warmly as he decided to continue finding a way to make his house into something he could call home.

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