Triptych 3

 Logan watched as Gambit stepped off the edge of the roof,
twisted and landed, standing, carefully on the grass rather than the
garden. He leaned over the flowers and inhaled deeply. His trenchcoat
fluttered as he took a running start and vaulted over the marble
bench. He laughed at his private joke and stole a rose from Jean's
favorite bush. He skinned the thorns off and put it into his
buttonhole. He started "stalking" something through the underbrush.
 Logan snickered when he pounced on a field mouse. Gambit
stroked the mouse's head and it calmed. "Hallo, Logan!" he called
waving.
 "Hey, kid. Come're." Gambit did, mouse still in hand. He
settled himself cross-legged next to the older man. "Whatcha got
there?" Logan inspected the mouse. "Good catch fer an appetizer," he
judged. "Ya sure yer human?"
 "Part cat, like M. Chatton," Remy conceded. "Remy, he got de
better parts. Agility, balance, jumpin'. No claws or fangs."
 "Don't knock the claws, Gumbo." Logan extended a single claw
and tapped it against the young man's chest. Gambit saluted.
 "Y' dink Jeannie'd like a mousey? Seems a shame t' waste
her." Logan grinned.
 "I'll take her off yer hands."
 "Non. Y' just gonna eat her in one bite. Need t' season dem
just right. Like rat," Gambit lectured. "Just a touch of oil and
rosemary f' the mice. Cheyenne f' the rat."
 Logan shook his head. He ruffled the younger man's bangs
fondly. "Yer in a good mood."
 "The moon's gonna be full t'night. Makes Gambit a mite giddy."
 "Why doncha ask Jeannie about the mouse?" Gambit snickered.
 "Y' just wanna see her smack me around."
 "Yep. Gotta love Jean when she's feelin' all dominatrix."
 "The word y' lookin' f' be 'motherly.'" But Gambit got up all
the same. Logan snagged the back of his coat.
 "It was a joke, Cajun. Jean hates mice. Maybe Rogue wants a
pet."
 "Feh!" Remy waved away that suggestion. "She already got one."
 "Oh?"
 "Oui. She named him Joseph." Logan yanked, hard, and pulled
the Cajun back down. Gambit's jeans were nearly white from washing.
His Xavier's sweatshirt was just as bad.
 "Yer cruel, Kid. Gimme Miss Mousy there."
 "Non. Y' waste her." Gambit had ended up half in Logan's
lap. "Remy give her t' Betsy."
 Logan laughed. "How about Cyke?" Remy grinned.
 "'Kay." Gambit headed for the garage. He considered handing
her over to Logan, but put her into one of his inner pockets. He
clammored up the ladder on the wall to the rafters and found an old
shoe box. It was empty. He wondered what Bobby had been hiding in it.
He climbed back down and punched airholes in the sides. Logan handed
him a rag to line the bottom. And then, with great solemnity, he
placed the mouse inside. He tied the box shut with a piece of twine
and slid the rose under the knot. In an elegant calligraphic hand
that Logan had only ever seen once, Gambit inscribed "For Scott" on
the top.
 They left it on the kitchen counter. Logan grabbed them each
a beer. "Come on, you can catch a frog fer Stormy." Gambit seemed
intrigued by the idea. This time he grabbed a box and rag before they
left. Logan watched Gambit skip a few stones. "What're ya on, Kid?"
Gambit grinned. "Whatever it is, keep takin' it!"
 Suddenly, Logan felt the niggling suspicion that he should
check the boy's eyes. It was too bright out to ask him to lose the
shades though. He started to call out, but Gambit had gone predator-
still. He moved silently along the edge of the pond. He struck and
came up holding a frog. He put it into the box and wet the rag to
keep it damp. Logan held out an open beer.
 Remy settled next to him and sipped his beer. He draped
himself over Logan's lap to reach the dandelion that had gone to
seed. He plucked it and blew the seeds free. Automatically, Logan
started to stroke the ponytail that trailed down Gambit's back. "Y'
got just ten hours t' stop that, Wolvie." Logan pulled on the tail.
 "Don't call me Wolvie."
 "Spoilsport." He got to his feet. "Gonna go give Stormy her
present."

 Storm was in her greenhouse when Gambit found her. He handed
her the box. He left before she could open it.
 "Remy!" Logan heard her yell out the window. "Where are you?"
She was trying to sound stern, but it wasn't working. "Don't make me
call Jean!"
 //He's in the garden,// Jean's general broadcast reached
everyone. Logan went to watch the fun. Jean was standing there, hands
on hips, pinning Gambit with her best mother look. "I told you to
stay away from my rose bushes."
 "That was a mistake," Logan snickered.
 "Shut up, Claws. Now, what sort of punishment will actually
make you take notice of… Remy Etienne LeBeau!" Jean's green eyes
widened. She blinked, then coughed. "The phrase wash your mouth out
with soap come to mind. Get that thought out of your head!" Remy
pouted.
 "Y' asked."
 "That wasn't the type of punishment I was thinking of."
 "Den y' should be more specific." Jean frowned and lobbed a
picture thought at him. He gaped at her for a second. "Oh, Jeannie,
where y' been all m' life?"
 "Beatin' up on Slim."
 "Shush. Since you seem so taken with my roses, you get to
weed the rose garden and put down the fertilizer." Light clouds were
giving way to rain clouds. "Tomorrow, before whatever Storm has
planned for you."
 "Oui, chere." They all got back inside to find Storm forcing
down her smile.
 "Remy, you should not remove creatures from their natural
habitats."
 "So that mean we got t' put Logan back at Harry's?" The smile
worked free of Storm's control.
 "No, Logan followed Scott home and we fed him so now we must
keep him. Kermit is quite happy living in the tropicals room for the
moment, but he'll need some meal worms and a proper habitat."
 "Gambit get dem f' y', 'Tite." Storm kissed Remy's cheek.
 "Do not. I repeat. Do. Not. Dunk. Rogue's. Hair. Into. Ink."
Jean ground out.
 "LeBeau!" Scott's voice called. "Get in here!"
 "His office," Jean clarified.
*****
 Remy smiled and shut the door. "A red rose and a mouse. Am I
supposed to take a hint from this?"
 "If'n y' like."
 "How badly is Jean planning to beat you for the rose?"
 "Weedin' and fertilizin'." Scott snickered. Remy stuck his
tongue out.
 "Don't stick it out unless you plan to use it."
 "Who says I won't?" Remy challenged. He perched on Scott's
desk and picked up the glass paperweight. "France. 1912?" Scott
nodded. "Pretty."
 "That's why I got it despite Jean's outrage."
 "Cost y' not'in' right, cher?"
 "Yeah. That's why she was outraged. But things quickly
degraded from there. Thanks, but I can't keep the mouse. Jean's
nearly phobic of the things." Remy sighed.
 "Remy give her t' Logan den."
 "He'll just eat her."
 "Oui."
 "You could keep her yourself."
 "Non."
 "Why not?"
 "Then Remy end up eatin' her. Stormy go and zap him and he
end up in the lab wit' M. Bete." Scott blinked.
 "Eat her?"
 "Oui, wit' oil an' rosemary. She a lil' nip, but better'n
settin' her free."
 "Eat a mouse? Rats yes, mouse no. There's so many little
bones."
 "Y' can chew them down." Scott snickered. He put the rose
into his pencil holder. Remy looked out as the first few raindrops
fell. "Merde."
 "What's up?"
 "The ground's gonna be all mucky t'morrow."
 "You know better than to touch Jean's roses."
 "Yeah. Yeah. Don' wanna stay in t'night. Y' an' Logan come
barcrawlin' t'night?"
 "Only if Red unlocks the cage. I've got paperwork to do."
 "Fine. So Remy an' Logan help do the papers. Then we go?"
 "You and Logan go ahead. I'll catch up with you. If I work
through dinner…"
 "Jeannie'll tie y' to the bed. Non, we help some." Gambit
came around to see the computer screen. "Oh, dis shit. Dought it
weren't due 'til next month."
 "If I don't do it while we have a little down time, it'll
never get done."
 "Fine. Then we do it." Gambit gathered up the hard copy and
reviewed the last questions. "The board actually gonna come out dis
year?"
 "Just be glad the professor renamed this place or you'd be
a 'youngster.' And they may." Gambit made face.
 "Dis place confers degrees?" Remy snickered.
 "Don't I know it. Before Emma's Academy aligned with us we'd
have kept all of Jubilee's crew here."
 "Merde. Wit' the number of times dis place been leveled?"
 "Yeah." Remy shuddered.
 "Hey, Cyke."
 "What?"
 "Y' want a copy of m' teachin' certificate?" Scott blinked.
 "You have one?"
 "Oui. Back before I left Nawlin's I took teachin' classes.
Got m' license transferred t' New York state before I found Stormy."
 "What subjects?"
 "Physics, Chemistry, and French."
 "Well damn, we might actually be legal some day. Mine's for
English. Bobby's for Math. Jean's for Biology and German. Storm
refuses. And Logan, well," Scott shrugged.
 "Y' just too chicken t' ask him t' do it."
 "Yeah. And he's wanted by the Canadian government. Or he used
to be at least."
 "That's rough. An' Warren?" Scott frowned.
 "Warren's father left him the company. He never had time for
anything else."
 "Right. Y' need someone t' teach history, non?"
 "Yes."
 "Then we ask Logan when we give him the mouse. An' he can do
PhysEd and Japanese."
 "You seem pretty sure he'll do it."
 "Logan loves teachin'." Remy blinked. He shoved his glasses
to the top of his head and sat down on the floor, legs splayed out.
He shook his head and got back up. "Y' got a pad of paper?"
 "Here."
 "Merci."
*****
 Jean came to call them for dinner. She blinked when she found
Gambit behind her husband's desk. Scott she located on the floor
sorting files. "Number 5."
 "Certificates and provisional jobs."
 "Got it. 6?"
 "Curriculums. Printin' up lessons right now t' add t' that
one."
 "Check. 7?"
 "Last year's forms?"
 "8?"
 "Tax numbers."
 "9?"
 "Proposed expansions."
 "10?"
 "Safety certification and first aid."
 "Got it."
 "Y' lyin' t'rough y' teeth?"
 "Of course. As if I'm going to tell them half of my teachers
could destroy the school in less than an hour?" Remy snickered. "Are
we missing anything?"
 "The proposals f' Logan's classes. They up after de lessons."
 "Okay. Yes, Honey?"
 "Time for dinner. Is that the accreditation paperwork?"
 "Yeah." Jean's nose wrinkled.
 "Almost done?"
 "As soon as the printer finishes."
 "Wait for it and get that… stuff packed up. We'll keep food
warm for you."
 "Thanks, Red."
 "Merci."
*****
 "Took ya long enough," Logan growled. He was on the back
porch smoking his after-dinner cigar and watching the rain. Gambit
lit a cigarette. Scott shook his head. He handed Logan the box. Logan
laughed. "An after dinner mint? Thanks." Logan lifted the mouse up by
her tail and dropped her into his mouth. He crunched a couple of
times and washed her down with a swig of beer.
 "Y' up f' bar hoppin'?" Remy asked.
 "Kid, it's pourin'."
 "So? We ask Stormy t' lighten it up."
 "LeBeau, yer pushin' yer luck." Gambit looked to the sky for
patience, then plunked himself down on Logan's lap. Scott laughed at
the expression on the Canadian's face.
 "Come on, Logan." The taller mutant curled up and tucked his
head next to the gruff man's jaw. "Please?" he asked
piteously. "Scotty even slipped his leash." Logan couldn't seem to
decide what to do with his hands.
 The most surreal aspect of it was the glowing tip of Gambit's
cigarette that was still in the corner of his mouth. He took a
leisurely drag from it. A smile quirked up the side of Logan's mouth.
He patted the auburn hair gently. "Okay. Okay," he caved. "If ya can
convince Storm to do somethin' about this storm."
 "Sure."
 Logan gaped after the disappearing figure. "Did he just kiss
me?" Scott considered for a moment.
 "Yes."
 "Brat."
 "He definitely is that. But a brat with connections. The rain
is letting up."
*****
 Four bars later Cyclops was on strictly soda, Logan had moved
onto whiskey and Gambit was injesting an alarming amount of beer.
 "I want to dance." Gambit stated.
 "So? Go ahead."
 "I wanna see you two dance too."
 "Remy," Scott warned.
 "Ain't happenin', Cajun."
 "Come on."
 "Don't whine," Scott said.
 "Fine. Be boring. See if I care." Gambit slithered through
the crowd to the side of a pretty blonde.
 "He's gonna cause trouble," Logan predicted. "Oh, no." Gambit
was now talking to two other women. The younger woman giggled.
 "He wouldn't dare."
 "He already did. Incomin'." The two women got Logan and Scott
onto the dancefloor. Remy was having a fine time. He didn't end the
dance with the woman he started it with. She had stumbled off the
floor a little too stoned to keep up.
 Logan took one arm. Scott took the other. They maneuvered the
younger man to a quiet corner. Remy pouted. "Hey!"
 "Don't try that with me, kid. I ain't yer girl."
 "Non, but maybe y' be m' boy."
 "Now I know you're drunk," Scott muttered.
 "There a problem here, *gentlemen*?" the bouncer snarled.
 "Yeah, my brother's snookered, but won't admit it. We're
taking him home."
 "I ain't drunk." Logan was impressed. The kid had matched
Scott's voice almost exactly.
 "Right." Scott put a guiding arm around Remy's shoulders.
 "Need some help?"
 "Oh yeah! Make the wet blankets dry out!" Remy demanded.
 "Sorry, kiddo, can't do that."
 "Hey!" Scott hustled the thief out of the building and to the
car. "There's a difference 'tween bein' drunk an' havin' fun! Remy's
just havin' fun."
 "I'm not getting tossed because you're having fun. And I'm
not bailing you out."
 "Come on, cher. Don' make m' go home. Please, Cyke."
 Scott caved. "Fine. Just… Logan, there's a liquor store on
fifth that's open until three." Logan's brows raised.
 "And just how did ya learn about that?"
 "Read the phonebook," Scott replied.
 "Read the phonebook?" Remy was sure he'd misheard.
 "Yes, read the phonebook. What?" Scott couldn't understand
the strange look Logan was giving him. Remy reached over to prod
Scott with one finger.
 "Well, y' ain't an illusion. But… the phonebook?" He snuggled
close to hear this story. Logan rolled his eyes. The pickup was just
barely big enough for the three of them. Gambit, however, had decided
he didn't mind sitting half in Scott's lap.
 "The phonebook. What is up with you two?"
 "Ya read the phonebook, Slim. That's just a little bit more
anal than I thought ya were capable of."
 "Jean was having trouble sleeping. There were too many
thoughts around, so I read the phonebook. She said it was soothing."
 "Aw," Remy sniffed, "dat's so sweet." Scott pinched the
younger man's ribs making him jump.
 "Watch it, kids."
 "Shut up, old man."
 "Jus' drive, Wolvie. I'm startin' t' sober up."
*****
 "And that, mes amis, is how y' turn a hedgehog int' a million
dollars."
 "That is bizarre enough to be true."
 "Got proof me. Read it in an article somewhere."
 "The Weekly World News doesn't count as true," Scott stated.
 Remy rolled his eyes.
 "Bedtime, Gumbo," Logan said gruffly.
 "Wolvie," Remy whined, doing a surprisingly close
approximation of Jubilee. "Don't wanna go t' bed. Least not alone. Y'
come wit' m'?"
 Scott snickered.
 "No, kid. Yer goin' to bed alone."
 "Non!" Remy pouted. Scott closed his eyes. He wasn't going to
be drawn in by that one. No way. "How 'bout y', Cyke. Y' come keep
Remy company?"
 "No."
 "Please?"
 "No." Scott's eyes snapped open as Remy's head settled in his
lap. The Cajun was blatantly rubbing his cheek against Scott's thigh
and licking his lips. Scott lifted his hands up in a "not me"
gesture. "Gambit!"
 "Sil vous plait, M. Scott," Remy purred. "Make y' feel real
good. Ain't no one ever been disappointed wit' Remy. Ain't left them
wantin' anyt'in' but t' see m' again." He licked his lips, eyes
shining. "Don' y' like po' Remy? Even a lil' bit?"
 "Remy," Scott said a little helpless as to how to respond. He
looked to Logan who was just smirking. "You're a lot of help," Scott
snapped.
 Remy sniffed theatrically.
 "No," Scott said firmly. It didn't seem to bother the Cajun
one bit. Remy simply reached up and stroked Scott's cock through his
jeans.
 "Some part of y' likes m'."
 "Stop that."
 "Why? Y' like it."
 "I'm married."
 "So'm I." Remy stroked with one finger. Scott gulped and
caught Remy's wrists. The thief smirked at him. "Come on, Cyke, y'
like m'. Know y' do."
 Logan's nose confirmed that, but he didn't say anything. He
wasn't the focus of the Cajun's attention and he wanted to keep it
that way. He was just relaxed enough to take him up on the offer.
 "Logan, a little help would be appreciated here."
 Logan smirked at the desperation in Scott's voice. It was
quite a picture. The Cajun was looking up through his bangs at the
field leader in a full pout, hands held to the sides by Scott's
hands. His tattered jeans hung low on his hips and his shirt was
tight and had been washed so often it was almost see through. Scott's
legs were spread just enough to highlight his crotch. "Naw, think yer
doin' fine on yer own."
 Logan's own cock was beginning to think that trying to put
the Cajun off wasn't worth the fight. He'd just give in and let the
boy show him a good time. Wouldn't be the first time. It didn't mean
anything. Scott was seconds away from either a pout of his own or a
scowl. Logan strode forward and tugged at Remy's bangs. Remy's face
turned to him. "Oui?" he said brightly. "Y' change y'r mind, cher?"
Scott released the Cajun's wrists and Remy turned until he was
looking up Logan's body. "See, Scotty, no harm. Come on, try it.
Ain't y' never tried a t'reesome?"
 "Not without money on the table," Scott muttered darkly. He
shifted to adjust himself. "Take him upstairs."
 Logan looked down at the mischievous grin on the Cajun's
face. "I think ya should join us, Slim. Do ya good to loosen up."
 "Sorry, boys, I've got a wife waiting."
 "Jeannie's out cold and ya know it."
 "Logan, that's not the point."
 "Scott, yer so hot I can smell it on ya. Ya know Jeannie's
gonna pitch a fit if ya wake her up and ya don't strike me as the
kind who likes settlin' fer his hand. She ain't gonna mind. That
girl's got a kink a mile wide."
 "Logan!"
 "It's true Scotty, an' y' know it," Remy stated. He nuzzled
Logan's crotch. Scott looked away and told himself that they were
wrong. He wasn't going to get pulled into this. He hadn't even been
drinking so he couldn't blame the alcohol for his reactions. "Come
on, cher." Remy didn't put any charm into it. He didn't want Scott
forced into this against his will. Begging was one thing,
manipulation was rape. Logan stroked the Cajun's soft hair.
 "Come on, Slim. One night ain't gonna break ya."
 //For God's sake, Scott, say yes to the rest of us can get
some sleep,// Jean snapped.
 //You're still awake?//
 //No, I'm a figment of your demented imagination. Just fuck
the Cajun. Maybe you'll stop getting jealous when he flirts with me.
Worked with Logan.//
 //I never touched Logan!//
 //Bullshit, Slim.//
 //That was *your* twisted imagination, Redd.//
 //No way, Slim, that came out of your wet dreams, boyo. Don't
try denying it from me, of all people. Just do them.//
 //Jean?//
 //Do it. Come on, live a little.//
 //Why don't you come over here then?// Scott asked a little
snippy.
 //They aren't asking me. Go on. I want to sleep. Have fun,
Honey.//
 //Jean!//
 //----//
 //Jean?//
 There was no response. Scott growled. Remy winced. "Ain't
gonna force ya, cher," he said softly.
 "I ain't mad at you," Scott sighed. Remy blinked. "What?"
Scott cocked his head to the side.
 "Y' said 'ain't'. Remy just don' associate that wit' y'."
 Scott smirked. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Cajun."
 "Wanna find out, me."
 "Up, kid. Come on, Cyke. Let's get to a bed."
 "Yours is closer."
 Logan smirked. "That's the Slim I know. Not the uptight
Xavier clone."
 "Oh, shut it, Runt." Remy jumped to his feet. He tugged at
Scott's wrist and Logan's belt buckle, leading them out of the room.
Without really thinking about it both men reached out and caught the
Cajun's wrist. Gambit snickered and fought the grips lightly. He was
feeling too good to let it bother him. Logan shook his head and
opened the door to his room. He spun the Cajun towards the bed. Then
caught Scott in a quick kiss. Scott rolled his eyes, secure behind
his glasses. "Logan."
 "Scott. And he's Remy. Now we all know our names. So get
those pants off and get into bed."
 "Maybe I don't want to," Scott sniffed.
 Remy rolled his eyes. "Then, y' let Remy do it f' y'." The
Cajun was suddenly there, hands at Scott's buttons. Scott was content
to let the Cajun take care of the situation. Remy stopped as he
exposed a piece of skin and teased it with his lips and tongue. Then,
he continued until he found a nipple. He nipped at it.
 "Watch the teeth," Scott stated. Then, Logan was pulling of
his clothes and the field leader was distracted. His mouth was
suddenly dry. He'd see Logan naked before. Hell, they had showers in
the locker room, but this was somehow different. Knowing that this
was actually going to lead to some of his fantasies made him suddenly
giddy. The thief grinned up at the field leader as he knelt to
release the man's pants. He was amused that Scott was so reluctant
and yet so ready. Scott's cock was hardening quickly and rose as soon
as it was released from its cotton prison. Logan licked his lips.
Scott looked good enough to eat with that slight flush beginning to
stain his skin.
 He stepped forward and caught Scott's hand. He lifted the
wrist to his lips and kissed it gently before sucking on it to bring
up a bruise. "Oh, God," Scott whispered reverently. Suddenly, Remy's
fingers left him. He looked down with a frown.
 "Don't want y' t' come too early, do we?" Remy purred. He
tugged his shirt over his head, but left his jeans were they hung. He
knew Logan would enjoy the look. His skin was summer tan instead of
winter sick. He looked practically gold next to Scott. Scott never
tanned. He was just as pale white in the height of summer that he was
in the middle of the winter. He was into this too. Logan's attention
at his wrist had him moaning in the back of his throat. Remy just
watched, just as happy to be sharing the emotions as he would be to
share the man. He knew it was sick and voyeristic, but he liked his
charm. It let him get off on just watching something like this. They
loved each other, in their own way. Remy had known that the first day
he met them, but this was something else. He felt a light touch
against his shields, Jean. //Oui?//
 //Take good care of him.//
 //Always, chere. Always. You be a good girl mebbe Remy come
see you too.//
 //Later, hon,// she laughed. Then, just as quickly she was
gone.
 Scott spared a glance to where Remy had settled with his back
against the blanket trunk at the foot of Logan's bed to watch them.
He'd never seen that look on his face before. He swallowed. The thief
had never looked quite so avariciously at a human being before. At
least not that Scott could remember. Logan tugged on Scott's wrist
until they were both looking down at the Cajun. "Gettin' tired, kid?"
 Remy shook his head. "Savin' m' energy. Y'all looked fine
wit'out m'. Lord, did y' look fine." Scott blushed absolutely
scarlet. "An' that looks even better, cher." Remy licked his lips.
 "Consider it an early birthday present, Rems," Logan grinned.
 "Birthday present?" Remy blinked at his sometimes
partner. "Ain't no body in this house ever given this t'ief a
birt'day present."
 "Maybe someone should. Course, you'd have to tell me when
your birthday is."
 Remy shrugged. "Mebbe later. Can I taste y', cher?"
 "Not without a kiss first."
 Remy was startled. He stood in one smooth movement and placed
a gentle kiss on Scott's lips. The field leader took advantage of
that to hold him tightly into a much deeper exploration. The Cajun's
lips parted easily. He pulled back, shaking his head. "Ain't gonna
last if y' keep that up," he murmured.
 "Maybe I don't care," Scott growled playfully into Remy's
ear. "Maybe I want to have that sort of power over you."
 Remy shivered. "Don' tease, cher. Please?"
 Scott relented with a smirk. "You are so easy."
 "Y' mind?"
 "Nope."
 "Good. Enough talkin'," Logan cut in. "I was thinkin' maybe
we were here to do somethin' else."
 "So impatient, cher."
 "I'll show ya impatient if ya don't get outta those jeans."
Logan's claws slid free slowly. Remy considered for a second.
 "Non." Logan traced the line of the thief's side with the
flats of his claw. Remy's breath sped, but he didn't move.
 "Ya got ten seconds." Logan started counting, the Cajun
looked at him defiantly. Logan reached one, then cut the seams at
Remy's hips in two quick motions. The denim slid down to pool at the
Cajun's feet. His eyes were dilated and he was more than ready. Scott
was struck by the depth of the sheer lust the Cajun inspired in him.
Remy's fingers traced feather light touches down Scott's chest. He
reached out for Logan's hand. The Canadian pulled him close and
kissed him deeply, ignoring the protesting whimper. Scott whispered a
hand down the thief's spine. Remy arched into his touch, needing the
contact badly. Logan drew blood with his bite to Remy's lip. The
thief opened more widely to let Logan lap at the blood in his mouth.
Scott explored the scars on Remy's back with surprise. He'd never
really noticed them before. Remy shivered. He pulled away.
 "Don' be sad, cher, please?" Remy stroked Scott's
cheek. "Want y' t' feel good t'night. Want t' blow y'r mind me."
 "Only if you promise me answers later."
 "Oui, cher. Later." Remy relaxed into Wolverine's arm as it
pulled him to sit on the Canadian's lap. He squirmed feeling the
erection. "That f' m' or Scotty?" he asked with an impish grin.
 "Depends on Scotty."
 Scott traced Remy's lips with a finger and the Cajun nipped
at it. "I want your mouth, thief," Scott stated. Remy nodded.
 "Anyt'in' y' want, cher. Just now," Remy pleaded. It had been
years since he'd had two at once. At least since he'd had two
willingly. He nuzzled at Scott's crotch while Logan fumbled in his
drawer. He lapped at the silk-soft balls. Logan watched for a moment,
cock bobbing and twitching at the sight. Scott stroked the Cajun's
bangs. His eyes were closed so he could get lost in the sensation.
For a moment, the lips left his groin and migrated to his nipples. He
really didn't complain. He felt too good to do that.
 Then, the thief hitched in a gasp and Scott's eyes opened.
Logan had pulled the thief onto the bed and away from Scott. Scott
frowned and shifted so he still had access to the sweet, hot mouth.
Then, he watched as Logan added a second finger to the Cajun's ass.
Remy's eyes fluttered shut and his hips started rocking. Scott pulled
him back to his task. Remy swallowed him without preamble and sucked
as sweetly as a kid with a lollipop. Scott gasped as the metal of the
tongue stud he'd never noticed ran anlong the underside of his cock.
Logan slicked his cock and slipped into the tight chasm.
 Remy was in heaven. He was being taken at both ends and
swamped with emotions that were so hot and deep and full that he
thought he was going to burst. His cock was rock hard and it wouldn't
take much to send him over the edge. He didn't dare rub himself or
let Logan jerk him off. He moaned around Scott's sour-sweet flesh and
felt the field leader thrust a little harder into his mouth. He put
his hands onto the bed to steady himself as Scott's fingers threaded
into his hair to hold him in place.
 Logan caught Scott's wrist and sucked at the pulse point to
darken the bruise. He stared right at the red shades, knowing he had
caught Scott's eyes when the man gasped. Scott's fingers fisted in
the Cajun's hair and Logan's hips moved more quickly. Remy's hips
were moving back desperately to meet him. He wasn't bothering to even
try to control Scott's hips, letting him thrust as he would.
 Scott wondered somewhere in the back of his brain if he was
hurting the young man, but there was no resistance as his fist
tightened and his hips moved more violently. In fact there was
something seeping through his shields to join with the building
pressure in his balls. Logan's lips around his wrist were almost as
intense as the wet heat on his cock. Then, Logan was driving deeper
and deeper into the thief's ass, just as he was thrusting more and
more quickly. They froze, coming at the same time. Remy swallowed as
much as he could, feeling Logan's hand wrapping around his cock. It
didn't take more than a stroke before he was coming himself, swept
away by the emotions surrounding him. Scott sat back, shaken by the
intensity. Logan stroked Remy's back as the Cajun's forehead dropped
to the quilt. He knew Logan was already ready for a second run and he
fucked himself on the hardening cock. Logan groaned. It was so good
being in the boy like this. He shifted, pulling Remy with him until
he was sitting and the Cajun was riding his thrusts rather than doing
all the work. Remy's hands settled over the restrictive grip Logan
had on his hips. Scott's eyes widened as Remy's cock bobbed back to
life.
 He smiled and bent to taste the Cajun's skin. Remy bit back a
cry as his cock was surrounded by warm, wet heat. His eyes flew open
to watch Scott going down on him. He felt Scott's hands settle over
his own, pinning his fingers over Logan's and holding his hips from
thrusting. Bon Dieu they were going to kill him like this. He
whimpered and sighed and begged in a tumble of French and English
that neither man bothered to translate. Logan rode the Cajun hard and
deep, while Scott relaxed his throat and took the young man's cock as
deeply as he could. Remy came, wailing, drawing his tormentor's over
the edge with him.
 Logan grinned at Scott over the Cajun's sweaty shoulder. He
bit the bone there gently. Then, he lowered the thief to the bed.
Scott stroked Remy's chest, feeling the fast flutter of his heart
begin to slow. The red on black eyes were blissed out. Scott felt
pretty blissed out himself. Logan slowly withdrew and went for a
quick shower. He returned with a washcloth, but both of the younger
men were now asleep, curled around one another like kittens in a
jumble. Logan cleaned them as best he could without waking them, then
turned off the lights and joined them.
FINIS