On Line Revenge

He's dead!! No, he's beyond dead. I can' believe he would someding
like dat. I mean, I t'ought he wanted us t' be alone tonight.

Remy's pissed, Logan's gonna pay for puttin' me in dis position. I
hate him! I HATE him!!

"Rems! I got the movie, come here!!!" I wanna die, please Lord send
Juggie and let him smash my head. "Comin'!!" somehow I managed to
carry the bowl of popcorn, the bag of chips, Jubs' chocolates, her
soda and my beer on my hands, while my cigarette hanged from my
mouth.

She scooped from the couch and allowed me to sit "So .. wha' are we
watchin'?" I asked, prayin' to all the Gods it wouldn't be somedin'
like Clueless, I don't dink dis Cajun can stand another round of the
worst movie ever.

Her almond shaped eyes get narrower as she smiles at me "Ohh, the
sweetest thing" my eyes grow around three times their size, I can't
say a word at least not a coherent one "Ahh .. ok". Lemme correct
that, the second worst movie.

This one tops it, I mean, why on Earth would a sane man like to see
Cameron Diaz making a fool out of herself? She's not tha' hot, y'
wan' a hot chick, as `Ro t' make a movie. Now dat' WILL be really
somedin'.

Jubilee, the mansion's private pyrotechnics, snuggled to my side
while eating from the bowl in my lap. Dis is not dat bad, if we can
get dat bimbo to shut her trap it would be almost perfect.

De movie ended and de young girl was now sleepin' in my lap, de bowl
had been long placed on de table. I carried her t' her room, tucked
her in bed and carefully walked out of de room.

It wasn't as bad I expected, but still Logan HAD to pay and big time.

The next morning

"Darlin'" aaaahhhhh, he remembers me "Oui?" my nonchalant self
answers from the bathroom, where I'm gettin' ready for my session in
de Danger Room.

My lover was standin' in the door, leaning on the doorframe, jacket
draped on his shoulder and his ever present half cigar on his
mouth "Where are ya goin' Cajun?"

Damn! I hate when his tongue flickers sayin' my name, it turns me on
t' no end and he knows it "Session with Scotty" I walked past him,
brushin' my shoulder with his. I swear, there was a bolt of
electricity shot through my brain.

"Had fun last night?" were my last words before closin' the door and
leavin' Logan standin' there with his mouth hangin' open, what? He
thought I was gonna jump on his arms like a helpless lady in
disgrace, ha!

Quickly I made my way t' de Danger Room, where Scott was already
pacin' like a maniac, real funny!

After de session, I avoided Logan, even when I knew I shouldn't be
mad at him the feeling o' bein' used was killin' me. So after a lot
of beggin' t' Jubilee, I borrowed her laptop for later in the night,
Logan had com duties and he was gonna be online..

De man became an addict t' dat ding, his screen name? No, it's not
Wolvie, nor Wolverine, nor Weapon X or anything among dose lines.
Wanna know? Cajun's slave.

Yeah! I'm the boss (at least at closed doors), I've been trying t'
convince to change it t' Cajun's bitch, but that was just too tacky
and overused.

Anyway, I logged in and went in a search for my lil' Wolvie. After a
few minutes de room he was in appeared on my screen. `Pink room'.
Don't ask me `bout dat one.

After changing my profile and my screen name, I entered the room.
This was gonna be one hell o' a ride!!

Cajun's_slave: I'm telling ya, he is big but he hides it.
IceGOD: he CANNOT be THAT big, I mean, where does he hide it??

Dat line o' conversation got me interested, VERY interested.

Angelgirl: Mind if I butt in?

Wha' did y' expect? Wolviegirl? Too predictable *flashes a smile

IceGOD: at all, we're just discussing if Hugh Jackman from Swordfish
indeed is that well endowed. Feel free to share your opinion.

That HAD to be Drake.

Cajun's_slave: I think he is, he looks like a stud, if you know what
I mean ;)

Hey! I didn't know Logan knew de online slang.

Angelgirl: Jackman? I suppose so, but he's not my type, I prefer
them blonds.

IceGOD: really? Any from the real X-Men?
Cajun's_slave: I bet you're the kinda girl who falls for a pretty
face
Angelgirl: as a matter of fact, yeah, I think that Angel guy is such
a babe *drools.

Ok, Logan, I'm waitin' for a comeback *tappin' fingers on de table

Cajun's_slave: Angel??? You GOTTA be kidding me, he's such an
uptight prick, I'm pretty sure he had a bug stuck up his ass
IceGOD: or maybe a dick *giggles

Tsktsk, poor Warren and shame on Drake. I think our third generation
asshole might be the only straight guy in the mansion. And I can
testify on dat one, sadly.

Angelgirl: I don't know about that last part, but I think he's such
a cutie and he doesn't look like the type of guys to take it from
behind
IceGOD: Ohh, but you never know
Cajun's_slave: yeah, the one you least expect surprises you

Oh yeah, you're right `bout dat one Wolvie.

Angelgirl: I guess, but Angel is perhaps the only man who can make
me cream my panties with one look
Cajun's_slave: Crazy girl, wonder boy couldn't get you off even if
he had a full week
IceGOD: actually, he would need an entire month for that

Drakey, how would YOU know dat? I wonder ..

Angelgirl: I wouldn't mind being with him for one full month, at
least he's not as primitive as that beast they like to call teammate

Here goes de bomb!!

IceGOD: Who?
Cajun's_slave: Care to explain?
Angelgirl: the Neanderthal they call Wolverine. I think he IS the
queer and not my Angel

I relax on my seat, fully knowin' dat my lover must be fumin'
right `bout now.

Com room

Who the fuck does this girl think she is?? Callin' ME a queer??

Cajun's_slave: Wolverine? But he's the only one that's worth
something
IceGOD: well, I wouldn't say the only one, but Cajun's slave is
right. The man is a stud.

Thank you Drake, at least you know what's good.

Angelgirl: nah, if you wan' somebody worthy, then try Gambit. Now,
THAT is something niiiiiiiice
Cajun's_slave: ...
IceGOD: * blink *

Whoa! That was snot somethin' I was expectin'

Angelgirl: I think Gambit is a sex God, and if Angel would ever have
a man, it would be him.
IceGOD: Angel and Gambit? That's just plain sick

Where the fuck does this chick ythink she's goin'? Worthington would
NEVER be a man enough for my baby.

Cajun's_slave: I think Gambit deserves better than that punk
IceGOD: yeah, I mean Angel is so .. so .. umm, how do I put it
mildly?
Cajun's_slave: cocksucker???
Angelgirl. There you have it, if he IS a cock sucker, then he's
perfect for Gambit. A match made I heaven
IceGOD: yeah, actually one's a dick and the other's an asshole

Mmmmmmmm, I'm gonna kill ice-cube for tha' one

Angelgirl: hey!!! Some respect for them, wouldya? Those guys are
like a walkin' fantasy for me
IceGOD: What????
Angelgirl: yeah, I mean, have you noticed the way those two look at
each other? I was watching one of their battles the other day on CNN
and Angel wouldn't stop checking Gambit's ass, neither would I, but
you know what I mean.

Angel was doin' wha'????? That stupid prick was lookin' at MY Remy??
I'm gonna degut tha' sleaze bag.

Cajun's_slave: you're so fucked up, they couldn't be together not
even if they wanted it, nor I'm sayin' they do
Angelgirl: but they are perfect for each other, they both have
style, they dress nice, they talk nice, they have great taste. What
else could you ask for?
IceGOD: wow! You're right on that one Angelrgirl, but don't you
think that if they are indeed similar they would get tired of each
other eventually???
Angelgirl: of course not, they are PERFECT for each other. Angel
seems to be so serious and Gambit might be the one to help him relax.
Cajun's_slave: relax?!? The man might need a damn pile driver to
relax
Angelgirl: * giggles * you're so evil!!

And I'll be more if ya don't stop rantin' *growls

IceGOD: well, not to be the one to mess up with the `harmony' in
here, but I DO believe Gambit is taken
Cajun's_slave: yeah, damned right he is!!!
Angelgirl: by who?? The primal jerk Wolverine?? Come on!!! The are
SOOOOOO wrong for each other

*slam .. who the fuck does this kid think she is?? Disrespectin' ME
like this?? I'll show her not to mess with the mighty Wolverine.

Cajun's_slave: I bet Wolvie would give it to Gambit just the way he
likes it
IceGOD: *blushes .. I guess this is my cue to go to bed with the
lil' good boys LOL
Cajun's_slave: Moron (muttering)
Angelgirl: the way WHO likes it?

· blink * ... * blink * .. did I just read tha' right??

Cajun's_slave: wha' the fuck is tha' supposed tah mean???
IceGOD: watch it cowboy!

Shit!! My gawdamn accent!!!

Angelgirl: it means that if those two EVER hook up together, Logan
would BE the bitch

Angelgirl has left the room

IceGOD: how the fuck did she know, Wolvie??

Fuck!!! *fist slammin' on the panel .. who knows??

Cajun's_slave: I don' know but I'll find out
IceGOD: Luck on that one

Cajun's_slave has left the room
 

I leave the com room in search for something to slam into a wall.
Who the fuck could possibly know?? The only one is Remy, what if the
chick is right? Warren is so much like him, both of `em have the
same tastes, they would get along better if it weren't for Wings
being such an uptight asshole.

"chere, y'r sure `bout dis? We could wait when dey're not home?" my
ears perked at the sound of my lover, MY remy, talkin' to another
person in his room .. OUR ROOM!!!!

Silence .. "Yeah, I'm sure" Warren???

"Fuck!! It hurts Cajun!"

"It's supposed to hurt homme, jus relax, stop squirmin' and I
promise it'll be over soon"

"That's easy for you to say Cajun, you're not the one being pierced
with that huge thing!!"

Wha'??!!??!! Wha' the fuck are those two doin'? wait, I don't wanna
know .. yes, I do .. no, I don't .. I HAVE to .. slowly I crack the
door open and the room is dark, there's a small trail of light from
the bathroom's door.

"Shouldn't you put something in it so it would slide better?"

They're both dead men, DEAD!!!

"Like what? Butter? Jus' hold one Wingy"

Wingy??? I can feel my blood boilin' hot at the mere thought of
those two fuckin' like rabbits.

And Warren?? Damn, even to fuck he IS a pussy.

"Done!

Uhhh?

"So, how long?"

Wha's goin' on?

"jus' a few seconds, den I'll remove it and .. voilá, y'r ready t'
go"

Wha' does Remy think he's doin?? A gawdamn pie??

I go from the front door to the bath's door in three steps, slam the
door open and .. well, my jaw hits the fuckin' floor.

"Quoi? Oh hello Logan, didn't hear y'. be out in a second, jus'
lemme put Warren his navel ba"

Holy shit!!

"Don't you know how to knock, you uneducated punk?"

"Warren .."

"Sorry Remy, but this thing hurts"

I'm only starin' at the pair, Warren is sittin' on the tub's ledge
and Remy's kneelin' in front of him. A small bench is covered with
cotton, alcohol, gauze, catheters and a lil' black box.

Remy's POV

Logan's face is priceless, de way his brows frowned when he opened
de door, and his eyes widened when he heard me explainin' `bout de
bar .. he is SO predictable.

"Here" I remove de catheter and take the bar, I unscrew the secure
and place it on his new hole. No pun!!

I get up and dust my jeans, Warren came knockin' on my door right
after I logged out. He had asked me to do dis cause he was
embarrassed on goin' to a tattoo place.

De bar had two B's, one on each side and inc ase y'r wodnerin', yes
he's bi and he IS screwin' Bobby AND Betsy. Anyway, he came in `bout
twenty or thirty minutes ago, I had everydin' I needed from a friend
a couple of days ago.

I still don't know how he trusted me with dis "Looks fancy". The
silver bar shone in de light and Warren carefully picked up and
moved it a bit.

"Move it once in a while and put dis on it every night befo' y'
sleep" I hand him some disinfectant "And if y' fuck, do it AFTER,
d'accord?" he nods, smiles or mo' like grin and pats me on de
shoulder.

"Thanks Rems" he walks out of de room, leavin' me alone with
Logan "Are y alrigh', homme?"

His face is blank, either he's so pissed or he's embarrassed as
hell "Yeah, just thought .." so he DID get the picture from
Angelgirl.

Serves him well!!

"What mon amour?" I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to a
kiss "Nothin'" he just kisses me back, not sayin' anoder word.

"Remy?" he asks while we kiss our way to de bed.
"Quoi?"

"Love ya darlin'"

I smile.

"Je t'aime, my love"

But dat doesn't mean dat I'll stop getting' even at y, mister
*snickers

The End