Author: Sirene Demonseyes
Sequel to A late guest
Pairing: Remy/Scott, Logan
Disclaimer: The characters belong to marvel, no money is made on my behalf
Warnings: slashy, language
Archives: Just ask ...
Note: Still in my universe, and ^.....^ indicates thoughts
Summary:
Falling in love with Logan gets Remy highspirited. Turning down an important
invitation, he upsets Scott which has some unpleasant consequences
 

The next morning, Remy found himself waking up fully dressed on his couch.
Something special had happened last night, still utterly enlightening his
mood, but he couldn't quite remember what it was. He only knew he had not
felt so good in the morning for a very long time. The Cajun rushed to close
his curtains as the sunlight already started to make his sensitive eyes
water with tears. At least that was something quite normal for a morning in
the life of Remy LeBeau.

Trotting over to the bathroom, he took a look at himself in the mirror and
all of a suddenly he remembered: Wolverine! ^Do I have a new lover now,
mebbe?^ Remy's pulse rose higher reviving in his mind all that had been said
and done the night before.Wolverine had kissed him softly goodnight as he
left. Their encounter had ended like the first date of two innocent
teenagers and that had been an exotic sensation for the young thief.
Cheerfully, Remy went through his morning routine, even singing some french
tunes he hadn't been thinking of for such a long time, it surprised him he
still knew the words and melodies. ^Mon Dieu, je suis fou! But this feels so
right- I'm actually falling for Logan, I think.^
''Vous-êtes amoureux, Monsieur LeBeau?'' he asked his chuckling reflection
in the mirror as he fixed his auburn mane. Today, he liked what he saw.
Definately. Then a long missed sound wakened Remy from his selfindulgence.
Trembling, he responded to it, like he had done so many times as an accepted
member of the X-men.
''Gambit, we're having dinner tonight at the mansion. The professor wants
you to join us. Make sure to be there at 8 pm.'' Scott told him in a cold
voice. Saddened, the young mutant bit his lip.
''Aw, tonight is not dat good, mon ami! Remy got an appointment already-''
he lied as charming as he could manage.
''Than you might want to cancel it, Gambit. You wouldn't want to disappoint
Xavier, would you?'' Remy hated the bossy way Scott spoke to him. ^It's only
de professeur, de others don' like having me around anyway, I know dat!^
But he knew as well he didn't have much of a choice in that particular case.
The Cajun sighed.
''D'accord, I'll try dat, Scott. Than see you tonight, j'espère!'' ''See
you!'' The icy voice died out.
Merde! Remy's splendid mood was ruined. He shaked with anger. ^Why do I
always wanna please dem? It's so pointless, silly! Bunch of pricks, de
X-men!^ He felt desperate at the thought of having to sit at one table with
Rogue. ^Why's de prof so keen on torturin' Remy?^
The Cajun grabbed his shades and off he was. He needed a walk right now to
calm himself. Remy tried to focus his mind only on the tender words Logan
had told him last night, on the arousing feeling of kissing the older
mutant. The memory of Logan's dark husky voice close to his ear, of his
breath trickling Remy's skin burned like a fire in the young thiefs groin.
Soon he was absorbed in pleasant daydreams, approaching the mansion closer
than he had wanted to. As if his fantasies were bound to come true, he
spotted Wolverine sitting in a distance under one of the parks old oaks.
Remy caught his breath. He knew meditation was a discipline Logan oftened
trained his mind in, and it looked very much as if he was practicing it
right now. Remy's heart pounded as he decided to walk away.
^Ah, I can' disturb him! An' who knows what he thinks 'bout last night?
Mebbe better I don' find out too quickly 'bout it. Wanna dream some more.
Dat mebbe better for Remy!^ The Cajun just didn't have the courage to face
Wolverine. He had been ditched and abandoned too many times in his young
life.

Through the silence absorbing his mind, Wolverine's enhanced senses let
Remy's heartbeat intrude like a thunderstorm. He could smell the kids
excitement, the scent of the desired body made it almost impossible for him
not to get up and run after the Cajun at once. Wolverine grinned as he heard
the thief sneak away from him. ^I can flamin' well tell ya were here, kiddo.
No matter how hard ya try to hide from me, we're gonna sort some things out
tonight, Cajun!^ But for now, he went back on his concentration. A man
should be able to be in control of his desires, that was Logan's very
principle. It was rather difficult though to overcome the throbbing in his
crotch Remy's mere presence had caused.

*

No way was he attending that cursed dinner tonight! Remy craved to meet
Logan instead. His longing was about to win over his fear of finding
Wolverine's mind utterly changed about the two of them.
At half past ten, Remy's bad conscience on missing the X-men's dinner had
almost vanished. He played his fave music at high volume, indulged in the
remains of his exquisite red wine and at half past eleven, he was all
wrapped up in erotic fantasys about Logan: ^Hmm, mebbe Logan pays me another
visit later on?^ The Cajun felt a lot more selfconfident by now. He purred
at the idea of having his lover-to-be come after him soon.
Chuckling, he drank to the X-men. ''Santé, X-pricks!'' Remy laughed as he
whirled around, singing along with the music from the top of his lungs,
turning the stereo on to maximum volume. As the music suddenly died out, he
turned around startled.
''What the- Scott?'' The older mutant was standing in front of him,
motionless. ''Keeping an open house, swamp rat? No need to lock the door,
huh?'' Scott hissed at the young man. ''Is that what you call having an
appointment, thief? I know you can't be trusted, but I wouldn't have thought
you were as stupid to turn down the chance Xavier was so kind to offer you
with his invitation.That sure beats all!''
Remy's alien eyes shot an angry glance at his unwanted visitor.
''Dat's not so, Scott! Remy's just...preparing! I'm late already, forgot
'bout the time, me!''
''Ah,ah,ah! Don't you think you can fool me, urchin!'' Scott felt himself
shake with rage. Why did the Cajun upset him like that? He had not been so
angry for ages.
''Non, Scott! Je suis desolé, mais as I said, I have to hurry now! Sorry for
missin' de dinner!'' Remy tried to reach the door, but the older mutant
blocked his way.
''I couldn't say I'm sorry that you weren't there. In fact I don't reckon
anyone missed your deceitful presence really!''
The young Cajun felt cold all of a sudden. His whole body started to ache,
the pain growing stronger and stronger within seconds. Remy knew all too
well what that was about. Desperatly, he tried to build up the poor remains
of his shields against Scott's emotions, but it was of no use. Antarctica
had left its traces. Remys shields were still much too weak to keep the
other man's feelings from affecting his empathy. He shivered from fear, pain
and cold.
'' Remy knows well enough dat de X-men despise him. Dat's why he didn'
attend de dinner really, homme!''
He tried to sound calm, but his voice already trembled a little from
exhaustion. ''Can' stand to feel de hate of you all!'' The young empath
moaned, as the pain cut through him even sharper. Scott had obviously by now
realized his weakness and its causes. Driven by a cruelty he had never
experienced before, Scott decided to take advantage of the circumstances and
put the swamp rat in his proper place for good.
Wicked pleasure contorted his face, as Remy whinced audibly. With a sudden
movement, Scott stepped behind the Cajun, caught his slender wrists and
secured the young man's arms behind his back.
''You will have to stand my hate now, Cajun, and I'm sure that will be hard
enough for you!'' he whispered in Remy's ear.''Can you feel it, thief? Feel
how much disgusted I'm by you, you rotten little creature?'' Scott held the
young man close. ''Speak!'' Remy hated himself for shaking so hard. He felt
so helpless, he didn't want to fight Scott, more so he didn't have the
strength for fighting anymore. He couldn't believe this was really
happening. All he craved was to be let alone, to escape this hell of pain
running through his mind and body. Maybe if he cooperated a little, Scott
would let him go?
''Oui, Remy feel dat. So sorry, me. Have to go to de appointment now. Let me
go, please Scott!''
The Cajun held on to his made up excuse for dear life. Not that it impressed
Scott in anyway.
''Still making a living out of your appointments, bitch?'' ^Oh no, not dat
turn! Please not!^
''I'll guess your john will have to wait a little tonight, Cajun!'' Remy
grew pale with rage and pain.
''Stop dat! I'm not doing dat kinda stuff anymore, you know pretty well.
Merde!'' Scott chuckled. The struggling kid actually had something
temptating about him. He looked stunningly beautiful in his distress and
even though Scott never had considered another man sexy, Remy made him
indeed grow hard. Scott couldn't think clearly anylonger, his lust took over
at finding how easily he could dominate over the splendid, almost
androgynous creature in his arms.
''Common, once a whore, always a whore, pretty boy!'' he said inhaling the
spicy scent of the kids auburn mane. Remy trembled at feeling Scott's
erection pressing against his body. He caught his breath and almost choked
in panic, causing the older mutant to laugh wickedly and start nuzzling his
pretty prisoners neck.
''Dieu, please Scott! Scott! What are you doin'? You're hurting me!'' The
young thief stammered as Scott's hate continued to torture every single
nerve in his fragile body while his passion rushed through the young empaths
veines at the same time.
''Don't you worry, swamp rat. You want me to stop hurting you, my little
slut? You want me to stop loathing you? Want me to be good with you again?''
Remy nodded his head frantically.
''See, you are lucky then, cause I'll give you the opportunity to make
things up to me.''
Remy shivered at Scott's words. He was about to faint by now.
Scott released his iron grip and watched the broken creature sink to the
floor. It was so unreal, so exciting and so erotic. He had never experienced
the like.
''You're gonna serve me, boy. I'm sure you'll serve me just right. You know
what to do to make a man feel good, don't you, slut?''
The alien eyes flew open. Remy looked terrified up at his tormentor.
''Scott, I ain't gonna-!''
A firm blow across his pale cheek silenced the Cajun. ''Sure as hell, you're
gonna, pretty one!'' He knelt down and kissed the shaking kid, intruding
Remy's lovely mouth eagerly with his tongue. He just had to. The thief drove
him mad with desire.
Remy was still very weakened, but he tried to shove the older mutant away,
tried to close his lips, but all was in vain. Scott pulled away, but not
until he pleased. He caught the Cajun's face in his hands, forcing the
demonic orbs to make eyecontact with him. Scott indulged in the kid's
beauty, even the nasty bruise his hand had left on Remy's cheek could not
destroy the picture he was to see.
''Why do you fight against me? I know you're vain, slut, aren't you? Like
having people admiring your looks. Like to feel them wanting your pretty
body. Don't you in fact love what I do to you right now, Cajun? Giving you
the chance to wrap that treachorous charm of yours all around me. Your
shields are down, and I know you're enjoying yourself, empath. My pleasure
is yours, isn't it so, my little bitch? That's why you are a whore, boy. You
just love being one.'' Remy moaned and closed his eyes. He hated his
empathy. He hated his body. Scott was right. He was getting turned on, in
this miserable situation, against his wishes and couldn't help it.
Scott smiled. ''Just as I told you, kid. We will stop playing around now and
put you to work instead.'' He pulled the thief up at his wrists.'' On your
knees, whore! You better satisfy my needs real good, boy, than I might keep
feeling friendly towards you. You don't want to experience my negative
emotions towards you again, huh?''
Remy desperately tried not to cry as he obeyed and crawled on his knees in
front of the older mutant. But humilated and hurt as he was, he couldn't
stop the tears from running down his face.
''Aw, cute! Don't you fake tears, whore! Pretty as a woman and even using
the same cheap tricks! You sure you are a man, swamp rat? Well, as you will
give head to me first, we don't have to find out about that right now
anyways!'' Scott's mind was blurred by lust as he unzipped his jeans and
reached out to tangle his fingers in the kids reddish bangs. But a dark
voice growling at him sobered him at once.

''The moment ya touch him, y're dead, Summers! I mean it. Get out of here as
fast as ya can before I'll let my claws check out whether y're a man or
not!''
''Logan-'' Scott blushed. Why had he done all this? He wondered why he had
craved the lean kid bend on the floor beside him so much only seconds
before. Now he had to keep his head up high.
''Don't you be mistaken about the situation here, slut wanted it, made me
play mindgames. He has most likely manipulated me with his cursed charm! You
should know me better than that, Logan!''
Glaring at him, claws released and ready to make his threat come
true,Wolverine hissed at him.
'' I know ya well enough, Summers. Now piss off!'' Scott hastily took his
leave. Better not to mess with Wolverine! Hopefully, neither Jean nor Xavier
would ever find out about this evenings events.
Inside the boathouse, Logan had caught the shaking Cajun in his arms and
tried to soothe him.
''It's allright now, love, you're safe, kid! The bastard's gone! Ain't noone
gonna hurt ya!''
The alien eyes looked at him in despair, halfway hidden behind Remy's long
bangs.
''You don' believe him Logan? Remy didn' charm him, did nothing, nothing,
rien, oh dieu!'' The young empath trembled with exhaustion and shock, tears
trickling down his cheeks.
''Hush, Rems, don't ya even think about it! Y're not the one to blame here!
Can ya stand up, love? We should put ya to bed!''
''No!'' Remy cried out. ''I'm not gonna stay here anylonger!''
He struggled to get up from the floor, but if it hadn't been for Wolverine
holding him, Remy would have collapsed again.
''But kid, you're too weak right now, ya need some sleep!'' The red-on-black
orbs glowed with determination. ''No, never! Remy ain't gonna stay here!
Ain't noone gonna stop me, not you either, Logan!''
Wolverine was amazed at finding such willpower in such a fragile frame.
''Where do ya wanna go, Rems? I wanna come with ya! And-sorry fer insisting,
but ya can't even stand on yer own feet properly right now. No good
condition for escaping all alone!''
The Cajun had by now calmed down a bit.'' Uhm...I wanna leave tonight, and
I'd love it, if you'd join me. So happy, me! Dat you saved me and -'' He
paused.
''That I love ya kid? Ya can sure say so, fer that's a fact. And I could use
a break from the X-men as well!''
''Dis not gonna be a break for Remy! I won't be going back again!'' Logan
gave in. He could convince the thief maybe later on to go back to the
mansion. But miserable as the conditions had been for the Cajun here ever
since Antarctica, it might be for the best to take him away from the
X-mens'?
''Okay, we fetch yer stuff, get ya to the jeep and off we go! Where shall we
head to, kiddo?''
The Cajun sank down on the couch and closed his eyes.
''Wanna see de ocean again, cher!'' he whispered. Wolverine stroked the
young thief's hair tenderly.
''Ya wanna see the ocean, ya gonna see it, boy!'' Rotten as their situation
was, Logan looked forward to the trip. Forgetting through traveling would
maybe work for Remy as well as it had for himself so many times in his long
life.

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