He’d never seen her so angry before. Her control had slowly crumbled as he put her off one more time. First she used her telekinetic powers to hurl a vase at him swiftly followed by other items in the room. As always he’d just stood there accepting the price of his failure. Picking the glass out of his chest as he looked in the mirror he couldn’t blame her. He still couldn’t give her what she wanted or tell her why. He couldn’t even let her read his mind to see what the problem was. He just couldn’t force himself to do it.

It wasn’t her that was the problem, it was all him. He scowled into the mirror at his own face, one he was slowly learning to hate. The self-reproach he felt was almost like an old friend now. He felt angry with himself, but never at her.

With a sad sigh he pulled the last of the glass out and stepped into the shower. It would be better for both of them if he left for the night and let her cool down. Maybe he should just give up and let her go. There were others just waiting for the opportunity to make her happy. Since he didn’t seem to have the ability to do so himself he should get out of the way.

Many times she had told him that she would wait forever if necessary, but lately she was losing her patience with him. Of course now Logan was constantly there pushing to take his place. Maybe if he tried something impersonal again, someone who didn’t know him. He was getting desperate enough to try anything.

*****

Maybe it was because of what he’d seen on the street that caused his problem. He’d always thought of himself as one of the lucky ones able to escape the downward spiral of drugs and prostitution. Now he seemed like the scarred one, unable to perform normally with the only woman he’d ever loved. Unable to perform with anyone at all. He felt trapped by his past, all the times he had starved rather than say yes still held him back. Of course control had always been an issue. Especially once his powers had developed. The simplest error could be catastrophic where he was concerned.

Walking down the well-lit street he stayed hunched in his jacket hiding behind the double protection of his glasses. They shielded the world from the danger in his eyes and shielded him from the vigilance of the world. Still a few intrepid prostitutes made their way up to him both male and female. He kept turning them down hoping to get his nerve up. There should have been someone who attracted him in the wide variety that strolled the streets or stood on corners. Every type of person seemed to be represented, even a few mutants here and there. One female even looked remarkably like Jean, but he shied away from her immediately. He was not looking for a substitute.

Finally in desperation he chose a friendly looking blonde who resembled no one he knew. He followed her into the shabby hotel and up the elevator to her little room. She did a rather nice strip tease for him, which he had to struggle to watch. Then she began on his clothes trying to start with his glasses, which he wouldn't allow. She went to her knees to open his pants, undaunted by his obvious reluctance. Then looking up she noticed the red light peeking out from under the odd glasses. Backing away from him she started screaming about foul mutants trying to take advantage of ‘real humans’. Throwing a knife at him he began bleeding for the second time that night as it skimmed past his head grazing his cheek.

In shocked surprise he pulled his clothing together and turned to the door only to hear rapidly approaching footsteps. Several. Without hesitation he went to the window, out, and down the fire escape.

*****

Sitting at the bar he slowly sipped his drink, not paying any attention to the swirling crowd around him. He knew he had been wasting his time with the whore anyway. There had been nothing about her that had tempted him in the least. Jean tempted him constantly, she had for years, right up until it came to actually doing anything about it. When he returned to the school he would break it off with her. He could no longer justify keeping her in a relationship that she would probably never be satisfied with.

A shock of red hair appeared across his shoulder and a familiar voice husked in his ear. “Did you come here to play, cher?”

He looked into the bar mirror in surprise to see dark glasses hiding what he knew to be red on black eyes. Scanning the room he realized that he should have been paying attention to where he was. The crowd swirling around them were dressed, or undressed in mostly leather. It was a mixed group, gay and straight but he knew he didn’t belong here. Even if his pants, boots and jacket were leather, that was mostly because he’d come to the city on his bike. Mostly.

“Shit,” he said under his breath wishing he were anywhere else.

“It’s not that bad, Slim,” came a voice in the other ear. “Remy can be a lot of fun if you’d only learn to loosen up a bit.”

“Just great,” he groaned at the sound of his chief nemesis’s voice.

“Gambit like the Wolverine too,” Remy husked in his ear pretending he didn’t know what Scott meant. “Come play with us.” Scott was completely surprised and more a little aroused when the Cajun stuck his tongue in his ear before nipping at the lobe.

Logan sniffed along the other side of his neck, “You’re not afraid, are you?” His lips brushed Scott’s ear as he spoke.

“What are you two up to?” Scott finally asked.

“It is just a game,” Remy assured him running a hand from his knee to his hip. “Kinda like tag, you’ve played tag?”

“You don’t even hafta go first,” Logan assured him. “Remy loves to be hunted, and whoever catches him first gets to choose what to do with him.

At that moment he knew that somewhere in the evening he had lost his mind. There could be no doubt as to what kind of forfeit was expected of the ‘prey’ when caught, and that Scott was seriously considering it with all of his past failures made it even more fantastical. But despite all of his previous experiences he was ready to join the hunt and participate in whatever came afterward. He didn’t even flinch as two male hands joined together to press against his fully aroused cock.

“What are the rules?” he asked as if he were verifying information before a mission.

“Five minute head start,” Remy whispered into his ear. “That is the only one.”

“Are you gonna play, Slim?” Logan questioned letting Scott feel his teeth against his neck.

He felt reckless and wild as he looked at his half-finished drink. “Yeah, sure, when do we start?”

Coolness washed across his side as Remy was suddenly gone. “Now,” Logan told him.

*****
 
They were hunting. After the five-minute wait Logan and Scott moved out of the bar at the same time. During the wait Logan had continued to tease his neck and ear with his mouth while his hands roamed and Scott had let him. The Canadian didn’t seem to mind that Scott let him do what he wanted but didn’t reciprocate in any way. The only sign that he was even aware of what the other man was doing was his hard cock which Logan took frequent opportunity to stroke. He wasn’t anywhere near drunk but something in the way his day had been going made him not resist. He knew that soon he would even be participating to some extent.

When they left Logan was obviously following a scent trail which Scott didn’t have a hope of competing with so he took a long pause as he left the bar. The street was still filled with crowds of people and he knew that Remy would be seeking privacy but not necessarily solitude. His position as team leader gave him availability to psychological profiles on each member of his team and he’d religiously read them all. Remy Lebeau’s file wasn’t as complete as he liked but there was plenty there to give him a good idea of what the Cajun was likely to do.

After a careful scan of the street he headed down the nearest alley and started to look for roof access. Gambit would like to be on the high ground, but with enough open space to maneuver. Since it hadn’t been mentioned he assumed that they wouldn’t be using any of their mutant powers in this game, not that his would be of any real use in this situation. Three blocks down the alley he saw a broken fire escape that hung almost to street level easy for him to jump up and grab. Climbing the metal stairway as silently as possible he made his way to the roof.

When he reached the top it was clear to him that they hadn’t been making this first ‘hunt’ a serious challenge. Logan stood over a sprawled Remy laughing at the expression on Scott’s face. “C’mon Slim, let Remy show you some real magic.” Logan told his team leader.

As he neared the two men his heart seemed to slip into his throat. It was much too soon for him to face the end of this hunt. Once he was within arms-reach Logan pulled him close to his body. “You’ve never had head until you’ve felt Gumbo’s lips around you.” He said into his ear.

The sense of unreality that had been plaguing him since he’d met them in the bar extended its hold on him. He couldn’t move as Wolverine held him by the shoulders pulled back tight against him while Remy rose to his knees and began opening his pants. ‘I never have done this before,’ he wanted to say but couldn’t get his mouth to work.

The Cajun had no such problem though he took his time about getting started. He watched in fascination as his cock was carefully removed from the protection of his underwear, ignoring the comments made by Logan about ‘tightie whities’. Soon he was fully exposed a warm hand messaging his balls while another held his erection in position for the hot wet mouth that was exploring it.

If Logan hadn’t been holding him he would have fallen as his knees turned to butter. He’d never even imagined such bliss. Remy’s talented hands and mouth worked him expertly. Logan nibbled at his neck with his sharp teeth talking in low growls all the while he praised Scott’s body making him even harder. He couldn’t really understand most of what was said, being so completely lost in sensation. Looking into Remy’s eyes he lost the last of his reserve and came in incredibly intense shudders.

Unbelievably he felt tears running down his face as Logan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close whispering comforting nonsense into his ear. Remy tucked him back into his clothes almost better than he could do it himself before rising to his feet and embracing Scott from the front. As his tears were kissed away he closed his eyes and didn’t struggle when his protective glasses were removed. Each eye was tenderly kissed before they were replaced.

Once he had calmed he was given no time to feel regret or embarrassment as Logan growled into his ear. “It’s your turn to be hunted now, Slim,” he told him with a nip at his ear. Both of the other two stepped back from him and he felt a sudden rush of adrenalin propel him towards the fire escape. Pausing before beginning his descent he looked back to see Remy sinking to his knees before Logan as his hands opening the other man’s pants. Turning away from the erotic sight he fled down to the alley below.

*****

He was being hunted. The further away he was from his companions the more his conscience began to bother him. The sense of unreality still had hold of him but he couldn’t help but wonder at his own actions as he sought to evade his pursuers. He couldn’t quite feel as if he had betrayed Jean, though he had no idea what he would tell her. Or if he would be able to tell her anything. His emotions had always meant danger to him and he’d done his best to shut them away, except for his love for her. It had trapped him because even with her, he was afraid of feeling too much.

A pang of fear mixed with excitement went through him as he realized he had broke through some of his emotional barriers and if Logan or Remy caught him more would be broken. With a sudden influx of energy he became more serious about eluding the other two men. The part of him that still wanted to hide prodded him to search for escape.

He knew that Logan could follow a scent trail as well as any hound, so he looked for ways to confound him. In one narrow alley he leaped from the fire escape on one building to an overhang on another. He ran along a gutter filled with water for a couple of blocks careful to jump as far as possible when he left it. Remy was another matter. The trained thief would be using knowledge from their association to find him. So he tried to vary his direction enough to make it random, but not take him back to where he started.

After fifteen minutes he was fairly sure of his success and sought the top of one of the local buildings to try and figure out where he was. He recognized one of the tall buildings north of him as being near where he left his motorcycle and decided to move that way a few blocks. Taking the interior stairwell he started down to the street level. On the third floor he interrupted a drug deal but continued on ignoring the indignant calls of the two men he’d nearly knocked off the stairs. They probably would have chased after him if he hadn’t knocked their drugs and money all over the landing.

“Get a room,” he yelled back over his shoulder laughing at their hurled threats. He still felt too wild and reckless.

Back on the street he quickly headed west and north, sure he wouldn’t be crossing over his previous trail. As he walked he started thinking about what he was doing. Thinking about how he seemed to have lost his mind sometime after Jean had left him alone in their room earlier. He suddenly began wondering what he was doing playing this game with Logan and Remy. But he knew that he wasn’t going to stop.

They were the two wild cards on his team, the ones most likely to break the rules. Remy was still too new to the x-men for Scott to know him well. He was always doing things to attract attention to himself exploding playing cards and other small objects when he thought the room had become too quiet. Flirting with everyone, he’d even flirted with the professor a time or two. Tonight wasn’t the first time he’d pressed his tall slender body against Scott but all the other times it had been easy to shrug the Cajun away.

Then there was Logan. The short stocky Canadian had been obvious in his pursuit of Jean. At first Logan had been openly hostile but with each time they’d worked together they’d become more comfortable. Thinking about him now Scott could see the long slow dance they’d doing around each other with Logan coming closer at every opportunity. He remembered that after the last mission they’d showered one on each side of him standing much closer than necessary. Remy’s giggles as Scott walked away after refusing the offer of letting the other man wash his back. He realized that they had been stalking him far longer than tonight, and he’d known even if he hadn’t admitted it to himself.

He started up another fire escape to get a fix on his location. The building was an ancient derelict that had been mostly abandoned. From the roof he could see that he was nearly back to where they’d started. Heading toward the inner stair entrance he wondered how long he should wait before he gave up on being caught. As he opened the door a swift movement caught his eye just before he was pinned to the wall.

“Remy is very glad to see you here, cher,” Remy husked into his ear. “You ready to pay your forfeit?”

Briefly he thought of struggling but he realized that he really didn’t want to. “You have me, Lebeau,” he conceded relaxing in his hold. “What now?”

“Remy don’ like it here, c’mon,” the Cajun said pulling a king of hearts from one of the decks of cards he constantly carried and lodging it in the top of the doorframe.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the Cajun’s destination. The building was close by and they descended to the room by taking the external fire escape from the roof. Scott couldn’t see what Remy did at the window but in seconds they were inside.  From the outside the place looked tired and run down. From the inside it was more than luxurious it was decadent.

There was no time to really look at the room they’d entered as Remy immediately started removing Scott’s clothes.  All his doubts and fears disappeared with their clothing as the Cajun nearly dragged him to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. It was so new to be free of the iron control he always held himself in. He felt as if he was on fire inside and his ears were ringing too loud for him to hear the soft words Remy whispered to him. But he could feel his hot breath and the questing of lips, tongue and hands. When he was pushed to lie back on the bed he was only aware of the man who followed him down to straddle his hips. He’d never felt such wild lust pouring through him. Time ceased to exist as he did his best to swallow the tongue that had invaded his mouth. Their arms were locked around each other as they drowned in the endless kiss.

“Hey, Gumbo,” Logan’s rough voice cut through the overcharged fog of lust. “You’re pushing too hard, calm down.”

A heavy hand pushed down on his shoulder and he felt coolness on his chest as his lips were suddenly freed. Looking up he saw Remy almost hanging from Logan’s hand by his hair his lithe body squirming and trying to escape. It sent little waves of lust and shock through his body to watch the beautiful young man held almost as if on display. Remy was beautiful with just the right amount of hair and muscle to make his beauty masculine. Though shorter than both of them Logan was far stronger and had no difficulty in controlling them physically.

As enticing as the Cajun was to watch Scott found himself calming a little as well. “That’s a good boy,” Logan said as Remy stopped struggling and locked eyes with him. “I bet, you didn’t know about Gumbo’s charm,” the older man said as he glanced quickly down at Scott. “He can make you lose all those useless inhibitions without even trying.”

Though he could think clearer now, he was still barely on the edge of control. “What do you mean?” he asked the Canadian.

“Show him Gumbo,” Logan told the Cajun as he released him.

“Remy make you feel real good,” the redhead said as he ran his palms up Scott’s chest. “Make you forget.” He stopped moving and just stared down at him.

Scott felt it then. The frail grip he had on self-control slipped away and he arched his back beneath the slender young man. Then it faded again and he could almost resist the strong attraction he felt to the other two men that held him in thrall. “Is that how he got you, Logan?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Nah,” the older man replied. “It don’t work on me, but I really like how it works on you. I bet Jean would like it too.”

Even though they couldn’t see his eyes through his special glasses Scott closed them filled with humiliation at what they might know. “I can smell it on you Cyke,” Logan whispered in his ear. “Gumbo can feel it. We know what Jean aint been gettin’” Then he bit down softly on Scott’s neck. “We can help you with your little problem,” his hand slid down and grabbed Scott’s still erect cock. “We don’t like to see anyone suffer, not even you. And especially not Jean.”

“Too much talkin’,” Remy interrupted rubbing his hips against Scott making their hard cocks rub together. “Remy wants more.”

“You got to blow him first, Gumbo,” Logan said grabbing the back of the Cajun’s head and pulling him into a deep kiss. “I want his ass.”

Remy moaned into Logan’s mouth and Scott felt a pang of fear and lust wash through him. “Then let him take Remy, Cher,” the Cajun groaned. “You know I like that.”

The feeling of unreality had returned in full force, he couldn’t focus on anything other than the two men who were divvying up his virginity. There was nothing he’d ever wanted more than for them to continue what they were doing. Even if it were nothing but Remy’s charm that was making him feel this way he didn’t want it to stop.

“You can help get him ready for me first,” Logan told the Cajun as he rolled Scott to his side. He could have struggled, he could even have overpowered the other two men by using his mutant powers. He didn’t want to fight this though instead he relinquished all control.

Lying down next to Scott and pressing his naked body fully up against his Logan began kissing him. Scott had only ever kissed Jean before and those almost innocent encounters couldn’t begin to compare with what the softly growling man was doing to him. Logan was never clean-shaven and his stubble created a sensual contrast with the soft lips, sharp teeth and restless tongue that explored his mouth. After a few minutes Scott found himself as involved as Logan giving as good as he received. The intensity of their mouths spread to the rest of their bodies as they thrust against each other their hands eagerly touching everywhere.

After watching them for a few minutes Remy finally joined in on the fun. Leaning low on the bed he pushed Scott’s leg so that it crossed over Logan’s and left him exposed. He rubbed the firm flesh of Scott’s ass with both hands before bending over and biting one rounded cheek just hard enough to make him moan. Gripping his hips he began biting, licking and nibbling at his buttocks moving in an ever-tightening circle. When he started licking down the long crack of Scott’s ass to swirl his tongue around the tight puckered hole Scott nearly jumped out of their arms.

Though he’d slept with Jean for over a year he’d never taken his pajamas off or allowed her to. He’d never before felt a naked body against his own. He’d been grateful that she’d rarely pushed him but as he lay here between his two teammates he almost resented her tolerance. Remy’s charm was no longer needed to make him lose his control.

As Logan buried his tongue deep in Scott’s mouth Remy did the same with his ass. They were almost ruthless in their attentions even though their hands were gentle. He wanted more, had to have more as his fingers dug into Logan’s back. Drawing back from Scott’s very wet hole Remy reached to put his fingers in the bowl of oil on the warmer beside the bed. It was the perfect temperature for his purposes. Scott screamed into Logan’s mouth as a long slender finger slid into his puckered opening.

Lounging beside him on the bed Remy teased and prodded at Scott’s ass. His experienced fingers gradually loosened Scott up while making occasional forays to rub his cock and balls. When he was able to put two fingers in Scott without causing him any discomfort he searched for and found the place inside that made him scream again. Scott was bucking his hips uncontrollably when Remy reached across him and slicked Logan’s cock.

Breaking away from the tight embrace he was in with Scott, Logan sat up and ran a hand down Scott’s side until it encountered Remy’s hand. The Cajun removed his hand from its preparations so that Logan could dip his own finger into Scott’s well-oiled ass. Logan’s fingers were shorter but broader than Remy’s and the change made Scott arch his back driving his hard cock into Logan’s hip.

With a feral growl Logan rolled Scott onto his stomach spreading his legs so that he could kneel between them. Grabbing Scott’s hips he pulled him up onto his knees and began slowly pressing his hard cock into him. Though he had expected pain Scott was unprepared for the feeling of biting fullness that Logan’s thick cock caused. It didn’t hurt, it felt unbelievably good.

The pace was slow and hard making Scott cry out at each thrust. Gradually Logan increased the speed and strength of his movements feeling Scott’s reciprocation. It became a hot fast encounter in only minutes Scott felt his balls draw up ready to spew his release. As the first spasms shook his body a strong hand closed about the base of his cock stopping his orgasm. It didn’t stop Logan though and he felt hot semen spilling inside him and down his legs as he screamed in aborted ecstasy.

“Damn, Gumbo,” Logan chuckled as he rolled to his side next to Scott. “Are you trying to kill him?”

“It’s not time for Scotty to finish, cher,” the Cajun said. “Remy wants his turn.”

Stretching out next to Scott, Remy coaxed him to turn to face him so that he could claim his lips. There was a world of difference between Remy’s kisses and Logan’s kisses. There was only the faintest trace of whiskers and he practically sucked Scott’s tongue from his mouth. Surprisingly he seemed more aggressive than Logan and had the expertise to carry through with what he wanted.

Rolling to his back he pulled Scott with him wrapping his long legs around his waist. He thrust his hips upward and Scott felt his long thin cock against his belly. His hands slid down Scott’s flank encouraging him to press his leaking cock against Remy’s ass.

“Take me, Scotty,” Remy urged as he broke the kiss. He reached down and guided Scot into his already prepared hole.

Suddenly Scott was enclosed in hot tightness with Remy rocking gently under him. Nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of his cock buried deep into the horny Cajun. After a few moments of adjusting he began moving his own hips so that he was thrusting in and out of the welcoming body below him.

They moved together in perfect unison, Scott following Remy’s lead. Their movements became faster and harder as they continued. Even though eternity seemed to be encompassed in their joining it lasted for only a few minutes. As he felt Remy’s ass spasming around him and his semen spewing out over their stomachs and chests Scott began coming himself.

Collapsing on top of the Cajun, Scott tried to get his breath back. Logan moved in close beside them and pulled them both close to his chest softly kissing them. He couldn’t even define how he felt laying here covered in semen and sweat held and comforted by the two men. They were considered the renegades on his team, always defying him and pushing against his authority. Here they had completely defeated his control and he had never been happier.

Sleep had almost claimed him when his usual sanity began to return. He groaned in self-reproach as he thought of what a discipline problem his two companions would probably be now. Then there was Jean, he had no idea how she would react, what Logan or even Remy might tell her. He had meant to lose the inhibitions that had been holding him back and had done so with a vengeance. Everything in his life was now different. More then he had planned on.

“We didn’t even use condoms,” he moaned into Remy’s neck, which set the Cajun off in a fit of sleepy laughter.

“Too late, Scotty,” Remy said kissing his brow.

“Don’t worry, Cyke,” Logan added. “I can smell any sickness, even the v.d. kind and we are all clean.”

Rolling to his side so that he was only partially covering Remy, Scott looked into Logan’s eyes. “So we all just go back to the school as if everything is still the same?” he asked.

“That’s up to you, Slim,” Logan answered honestly. “Gumbo and I keep this separate ‘cause of the kids, you do what you want. ‘Course you’re always welcome to come play again. Maybe you can bring Jeannie next time,” he smirked.

“It is that what this is all about?” Scott wanted to know somehow not even angry about the idea. “Getting to Jean?”

“I wouldn’t mind if that became a fringe benefit, but you should really check your ass out next time you’re in front of a mirror,” Logan answered sending Remy into another fit of giggles. “Ya play real good, Slim,” he added as he ran a hand up Scott’s body sending shivers through him. “This is separate from the school, from the x-men. We won’t tell anyone if you don’t, hell we haven’t told anyone about it before you.”

Closing his eyes Scott relaxed for a while against the two other men. He wondered how he would deal with his new life. He wondered what he would say to Jean. But he no longer felt the fear that had restricted him so much in the past. He now knew that there were times when he could relinquish his control.

“I’ve got to go,” he said rising from the bed and beginning the search for his clothes.

“Kiss Jeannie for us, Slim,” Logan called from where he cuddled with Remy.

*****

The dim lighting illuminated the room just enough so that he could see her where she lay in their bed. Undressing he left his clothes in an untidy pile, something he had never done in all the time they’d been together. He’d lost his underwear and hadn’t taken the time to shower before leaving. He didn’t bother to shower now, just crawled into the bed next to Jean. Pulling her up against his body he pressed little kisses to her face until she began to wake up.

“Scott,” she moaned as she woke. Then she suddenly stiffened, her eyes widening as she became completely aware of Scott’s nudity and how much he reeked of sex.

“There are some things we have to talk about, Jean,” he whispered into her ear. “I love you.”

End