Warren smirked at Jean and Logan when they came into the
kitchen. He was up to his elbows in suds. "Well look who's here. And
how have you two been? You owe me, Jean," he informed her. "Gambit
makes a complete fucking mess of the kitchen when I'm on dish duty.
That's why I clean up after Jean on normal rotation."
 Jean blushed. "Sorry, Wings." Logan rustled around in the
refrigerator. He grinned. There were two neatly labeled plates. He
snorted and shook his head pulling them out.
 "Hey, Red. Heat these up and I'll get the silver."
 She took the plates and went popped them into the microwave.
Warren finished the dishes and left them to dry on the rack. "We're
watching 'Star Wars' tonight if your interested. I should warn you
that the Cajun has stocked the den with enough snacks that we won't
have to leave until next week."

 Logan was at the receiving end of several odd looks. "I still
say he's too short," Bobby contended. "Hank makes a much better
candidate."
 "Bobby's right, cher. An' Herni's got de fur," Remy added.
 "But Hank won't tear off your arm," Scott contradicted.
 "True," Warren mused, "unless you were the one that touched
his last experiment." Scott considered that argument.
 "But Logan's the one that growls," Scott shot back.
 "But he's too short," Bobby said again. Logan's eyes narrowed.
 "What the…?"
 "He is not Chewie," Jean said firmly. "Hank is Chewie."
 "Fine. The woman has spoken. The matter is closed."
 Betsy snickered at Warren's pronouncement.
 "Next matter to be hashed out. Professor X. Emperor or Obi
Wan?" Warren called the vote.
 "Depends," Bobby started.
 "Emperor," Gambit said in a voice that shut out any arguments.
 "What?" Scott said in surprise. "I know you don't *like* him,
but…"
 "Emperor. He'll lead y' into Hell by y'r own good intentions."
 "Does that mean Cable's Luke?" Bobby asked. That broke the
team up into laughter.
 "On that note," Warren said, "Betsy and I are driving in to
town tonight, so we'll have to say goodnight." They left. Bobby was
betrayed by a yawn and soon followed suit. Hank shook his head.
 "The young have no stamina," he stated. "Goodnight, my
friends."
 "Night, Hank," Scott responded. He glanced around the den.
Bishop and Storm were no where to be seen. Not exactly surprising,
considering that neither of them enjoyed sci-fi movies. "Ah, well, and
I was hoping for a rousing argument over casting for Han Solo." He was
idly stroking Remy's hair, as he had for most of the evening. Logan
leaned over the back of the couch and spoke softly into Scott's ear.
 "I figure we could find ya somethin' just as interestin'
upstairs."
 "After we clean up," Scott promised.
 Jean rolled her eyes to the sky. "Why on earth did I fall for
a neat freak?" Remy blinked at her.
 "What do y' mean, chere? Just good policy t' put dings back so
y' can find dem wit'out dinkin'." Logan stared.
 "Don't tell me ya agree with him."
 "Won't take dat long, cher. An' y' already had an interestin'
day," Remy pointed out. "Just take de bowls and dings out t' de
kitchen. Remy'll get de glasses." Gambit stretched. He'd been sitting
in the same place for nearly two and a half hours, just to see if he
still had the skill. The problem was, that he was feeling twitchy. He
hadn't spent enough time training today. He shook his head at his
internal nag. It sounded suspiciously like Creed actually. He hated
that more than anything.
 Jean frowned slightly at Remy's back as he gathered up the
glasses. "What's wrong with your shields?" she asked. He jerked
upright.
 "What y' talkin' on?"
 "They're glowing red."
 "Oh. Dat'll fade. Happens every once and awhile." When Essex
is shielding me, he added to himself. Shit. Shit. Shit. Logan brushed
past the younger man as he went to the kitchen. He turned and followed
him in and Scott restrained Jean with a hand. Scott shook his head at
the telepath.
 "He'll tell us in his own time," he told her gently. "You
can't pull things like that. I keep telling you. He was used, Jean. He
doesn't like being coddled like that. Logan can talk some sense into
him."
 "I've never seen his shields do that."
Scott snorted. "Red, you've only been studying his shields for six
months. Those took a hell of a lot longer to be developed. Maybe it's
just a phase, like he implied. A build up of energy or too many
emotions at once." He brushed her jaw with his fingertips. "Stop
worrying." He leaned in to kiss her gently.
 "Hey, kid, what's up?" Logan asked, putting a gentle hand in
the middle of the Cajun's back as he set the glasses into the sink.
Remy took a deep breath and let it go.
 "Nothin' t' worry on," Gambit told him. Wolverine shook his
head. He stepped closer and felt the younger man's muscles tense under
his hand.
 "Ya can't lie to me, Darlin'."
 "Nothin' t' worry on t'night. De mornin's soon enough." Logan
snorted.
 "Fine. But ya ain't gonna be runnin' away this mornin'. Got
it?"
 "Oui, cher." Remy dropped a quick kiss to Logan's forehead.
 "And yer gonna bring yer own clothes tonight." Gambit
snickered. "So when ya movin' in?" The thief suddenly stiffened.
 "I ain't gonna do dat."
 "Sure ya are. Ya just don't know it yet." Logan gave him a
quick squeeze. "How much clean up ya plannin' to do tonight?"
 "Just gonna get de dings back into de cupboards." Remy turned
out of the light grip Logan was maintaining on his waist. Wolverine
shook his head.
 "Jean, just let it go," Scott said firmly. "If he wants to
talk, he will."
 "How can you be so sure? After being able to hide his past for
so long? After needing to hide it for so long? How can you know what
he'll do?"
 "Because he out of the blue told me several things today that
I don't think he'd have told me last week. Just trust me on this one,
Red."
 "Okay, I'll hold you to that. If his shields don't stop
glowing, I'm going to force things."
 "Fine. Do that. Just make sure it's in the Danger Room."
 "Make sure what's in the Danger Room?" Logan asked as he came
back into the den, practically dragging the thief behind him.
 "When Jean and Remy decide to actually fight about something."
 "Good idea. Might save some of the china."
 "Y' t'row dings, chere?" Remy asked with a smirk.
 "Throw? No, that's too kind a word," Scott informed him. "She
launches things with her TK."
 Remy winced. "Ouch."
 "Yeah. We've been through three sets of plates."
 "Planning to make it four, Slim?" Jean snapped, eyes flashing.
Remy just snickered at them. She turned on him. He decided he liked
her eyes running with little flames like that. It was almost like the
lightening in Storm's eyes when she got pissed. "And you, young man,
have no idea what I…" He kissed her and she squeaked. Her eyes lost
their angry edge as he carefully smothered every part of her anger
with plain old-fashioned lust. She stared at him with dilated eyes as
he stepped back. Scott gave him a polite round of applause. The thief
stuck out his tongue.
 "Brat." Logan scooped Jean off of her feet and she squealed.
 "Hey! Put me down. I can walk you know."
 "Shut up, Red," Logan grinned and started up towards his room.
"Ya comin'?" he snapped over his shoulder and Scott sighed. He
followed them. Gambit split off to grab some things from his room. He
really couldn't believe he was planning on falling asleep in Logan's
bed again. He turned Rogue's picture to lie flat on the dresser. He
looked at himself in the mirror.
 "This is your last chance, Remy. Back out now, or you're in
for the long haul," he informed himself. "But that's what I wanted.
With Belle, with Rogue. Hell, with Sinister's team." He punched the
mirror, shattering it, not even sure why he did it. "You're loosing
it, LeBeau," he said flatly. "Now, get your things and get going
before they send out a search party to drag you in there." He grabbed
his clothes and went to Logan's room.
 Scott locked the door behind the thief. "Thought you were
going to bunk on us. Just so you know, we would have hunted you down,"
he added mildly before kissing the Cajun. He held him in the kiss
until he heard a small whimper. He sucked at Remy's lower lip as he
pulled back a bit. The thief's eyes were closed and he leaned in for
another kiss. Scott smiled smugly. He took the pile of clothes and set
it on the carved chest. Gambit seemed to shake himself awake as Jean
crooked her finger at him. He went to where she was on the bed. He
captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Logan's hands slid around the
Cajun's waist and striped him of his pants. Remy slipped his hands
under Jean's shirt and was surprised when he found that she wasn't
wearing a bra. He ran his fingers over her nipples. She dragged his
mouth to hers for a long, deep kiss. Her fingers cupped his erection
gently.
 "Don't think so much," she whispered into his ear. He blinked
at her.
 "Y' know. Dat's de one ding I don' dink I've ever heard
before." He dipped his head to suckle at the side of her neck. Logan
caught Scott by the back of the neck and kissed him familiarly.
 "So what's the plan, boss?" he asked, thumb moving in a gentle
stroking along the younger man's spine.
 Scott kissed Logan's wrist. "I'm going to play it by ear." He
lapped at the salty skin, taking in the flavor of Logan eagerly. He
touched nowhere else. He felt the man's pulse on the tip of his
tongue. It sped up as he made sure the small patch was completely
cleaned. Every touch of Scott's tongue seemed to fly down Logan's
nerves to his groin. Logan was completely unaware of his breathing
increasing or his eyes dilating in pleasure.
 //You're bad, Remy,// Jean told him as his hand slid between
he legs and his tongue slid into her mouth. His fingers and tongue
started a matched rhythm and she moaned into his kiss.
 Scott's tongue moved slowly down to the palm of Logan's hand.
He swirled it around the little hollow that the curve of Logan's palm
made. "Christ, Slim. Yer killin' me here." Scott snorted in disbelief
at that comment. He sucked on Logan's thumb and the Canadian groaned.
"Who taught ya to torture yer lovers?" Logan demanded in a husky
voice.
 "You."
 "Oh. Fuck."
 "Soon, Babe." Scott bit between Logan's thumb and forefinger.
Logan yelped. Scott grinned wickedly at him. He glanced over at the
bed where Jean was shivering in Remy's arms. He knew that look well.
He raised a brow. "Okay, so maybe those plans are going to have to
change."
 Jean was soaring. She couldn't feel anything but the fingers
that played her body like a violin and the tongue that possessed her
mouth. She shivered and shuddered and her body bowed up into a sharp
arch as she climaxed. That was enough for her and she slipped into a
semi-conscious daze. She felt herself being settled gently onto the
bed and slipped further away from reality.
 Remy pouted at his lovers. "She's sleepy." Scott snickered at
that. He wandered to the bed to look down at his wife. He gently
shifted her over to the edge of the bed.
 "Now, now, don't pout," Scott chided, running his thumb over
Remy's lips. The Cajun cocked his head to the side and widened his
eyes. Scott leaned in close. "I'm going to have those lips around my
cock soon, boy," he stated. He was pleased to hear the hitch in Remy's
breathing. Logan had stripped and set to work on Scott's clothes.
Remy's tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he watched Logan take
control. Logan's hands were broad and thick, much like the rest of
him. His fingers stroked along the edge of Scott's ribs and over the
muscles of his stomach to settled authoritatively on the erection that
tented Scott's jeans. He placed a kiss on Scott's back and the field
leader shivered. Suddenly, the thick fingers shot up to the frames of
Scott's glasses and pulled them off. "Jesus fucking Christ, Logan!"
Scott hissed, eyes squeezed painfully closed. "Warn me, asshole."
Logan calmly held the glasses out to Remy who stared at them as if
they would bite him. Logan glared at him with icy blue eyes and the
thief hesitantly took them and set them on the bedside table. "Logan,"
Scott hissed again, "give them back."
 "No way, Cyke," Logan informed him.
Remy stood. He brushed his fingers along the high cheekbones. He
concentrated on stroking gently until the tension was gone and Scott's
eyes were merely closed. Scott caught one of the hands and pressed a
kiss to the palm. Remy looked down, uncomfortably. He felt painfully
shy all of a sudden. Scott's grip tightened and his head cocked to the
side as if seeking something. Slowly, carefully, he settled his other
hand on Remy's shoulder and moved along the collar bone, to cup the
younger man's head. He drew Remy's lips to his and kissed him
carefully. His fingers rubbed up and down the column of muscle on
Remy's throat. The Cajun gave himself up into the kiss, eyes drifting
closed.
 Logan smiled to himself as his slicked his cock and then
carefully probed Scott's ass with thick callused fingers. Scott
trembled beneath the touch and Logan reminded himself to go slowly. It
was rare, but Scott still pulled away at times, as skittish as the
first night they'd kissed. He felt Scott relax into his touch and
smiled. It was a feral smile this time, his fangs glinting in the
light of the bedside lamp and the filtered moonlight.
 Remy could sense the fear in Scott's kiss and did his best to
soothe it. Reaching out drew him away from his own concerns. He
swaddled the fear carefully in warmth and it faded. He felt Scott's
fingers tighten on the back of his skull and hold him closer. Remy's
hand was released and Scott's other hand settled in the small of
Remy's back. The thief whimpered lightly as their cocks touched in a
starburst of heat against rapidly warming skin.
 Remy tasted sweet. Scott kissed him tenderly, somehow knowing
that there was still a possibility of the younger man bolting. Maybe
not right then, but before the warmth of the sun woke them in the
morning. Logan's fingers stretched him and he wondered why he'd ever
tensed at the gentle touch. Logan's hands settled on his hips and
guided him down to his knees. He was loathe to give up the sweetness
of Remy's mouth, but eased back a bit. The thief's hands stroked over
his chest in gentle, exploring circles. Gambit followed his mouth
down.
 Logan carefully positioned Scott over him and pulled him
gently onto his lap and onto his rod. Scott moaned low in his throat
and his fingers clenched tight against Remy's skin. Remy's fingers
soothed the trembling stomach. As Scott was settled firmly in Logan's
lap, Logan reached out and placed a hand on Remy's thigh. The red eyes
focused on his face. Logan's teeth glittered whitely and he ran one
hand over Scott's cock. Scott arched up into the touch, then settled
back, with a moan. Gambit's grin widened. He carefully worked his way
down Scott's chest with his tongue. Scott's hand encouraged the
movement until he was lapping at the tightening, velvet balls. Scott
stroked Remy's hair to keep from forcing him down. Logan's hands held
Scott tight to his thighs.
 Logan bit the join of Scott's shoulder and neck and Scott's
head fell back to Logan's shoulder. He gave in to the dual sensations.
He thrust into the moist warmth of Remy's mouth, then flexed back onto
the stiff heat of Logan's cock. He wrapped a hand around the back of
Logan's head to keep his mouth in place. Logan sucked hard at the
spot, until Scott could feel the bruise blossoming. He felt the smug
smile spreading across his face. His fingers tangled in the short hair
at the back of Logan's head. Logan's hips were beginning to move.
Scott was riding a wave of heat. Logan's hands took control of Scott's
hips. The sharp push of Logan drove deep into him. He tried to arch up
and the warm heat around his cock was gone.  He moaned, "More.
Please." Logan's fingers tightened. The clever tongue pressed to his
slit, carrying away the traces of pre-cum that were glistening there.
 Logan's thrusts became more firm and deep and fast. Scott was
flying. The gentle tongue lapped at his length. He felt his balls
tightening. He was so close. Then, his cock was surrounded by firm,
slick, suction and he came, hard. His muscles clenched around Logan's
cock and Logan grunted emptying himself into the tight channel. His
teeth clamped down and he tasted blood.
 Remy milked the last of Scott's come out of his cock. He
lapped at the softening member gently cleaning it. He felt Logan's
hand in his hair, lifting his head up. Logan's lips tasted like blood.
The tangy metallic flavor made him whimper into the kiss. His hand
slipped down towards his own aching cock. Scott's hand beat him there,
covering the proud flesh comfortingly. Logan held the Cajun firmly in
the kiss as Scott's fingers worked up and down the hard cock. Logan
swallowed the cry as Remy came in Scott's hand. Remy's head dropped to
Scott's shoulder as soon as he was released. He lapped at the oozing
bite there and Logan's brow furrowed. The Cajun looked up at him and
licked his lips with a lazy smile. Scott's hand came up to cradle the
back of his head. Hours, minutes, seconds later, they were of one mind
to sleep.
 The transfer to the bed was made slowly. Remy settled against
Jean's side, eyes already drooping. Scott lay half-way over him, head
resting on the solidly muscled chest. Logan switched off the light and
settled next to Scott, drawing Scott's arm to lie over his chest.
Logan listened to the slowing breathing of his lovers and slept.

 FINIS