Gambit didn't pay any attention to the scrape of the match, or even
the flare of it as it lit the face of the smoker. But when a hissed
laugh came his way, he stopped.

"The more things change, the more they stay the same, eh, Gumbo?"

He stopped, but didn't turn around. "You think, homme?"

"No love here, no love waiting fer ya anywhere else."

Gambit smiled, his grin dirty and unseen. "You think?" He licked
his teeth, feeling. Well, of not *good* then, better at least. His
hand slid into his pocket, pulling out a card and fingering it.
Holding it and waiting.

"Yer alone. Saw her fly away. So, yeah, I think."

"Oh, Gambit not alone, homme."

"No?"

Gambit tossed the charged card and back flipped in the same motion.
He landed in front of Logan just as the charged card burst into
flames, lighting the harsh planes of the Wolverine's face.

"Gambit got *you*, eh?" He grinned into Logan's startled
face. "Allo, Wolverine. Checking up on *me* or Rogue? Which one o'
us got you so worked up and worried?" He snatched the smoldering
cigar from the Wolverine's mouth and sucked on it. He blew the cheap
tasting smoke into Logan's face, grimacing. "Homme, Gambit love you
all ta pieces, mon ami, but," He shoved the cigar back into Logan's
mouth as he spoke, "he gonna have to buy you a box of Cuban's you
keep wannin' to party wit' 'em, eh?"

Wolverine chomped down on his cigar, biting back his grin. "What
makes ya think I wanna party wit the likes o' you, boy?"

Gambit only laughed and hooked his arm through Logan's, leading him
out of the alley and into the streets he knew so well. Yes. He
really *was* feeling better.

"Oh! The Wolverine wants to play wit' Gambit, ot'er wise he'd no be
here wit him, yeah? So come on, we play. We play long and hard and
we forget, yeah? Forget our problems, forget our women…jus' forget."

Logan let himself be led, sucking hard on his cigar. "Yeah, kid,
lead away. And my cigar? Tastes jes fine."

Gambit laughed. "You only *think* it does."
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Logan *knew* the boy was pretty. Knew the boy was sexy.
But it seemed he hadn't *really* known. He'd never seen Gambit in
action. And Gambit in action was a sight to see, indeed. Logan
leaned back against the bar and took a pull of his beer as he watched
the boy dance.

Gambit had started out with the one partner, a pretty little bold
girl with a bright grin and brighter hair, but was quickly followed
buy another girl and then a bright eyed boy, and then a couple with
nasty, sly smiles. All danced around Remy, all trying to move
closer, all trying to be the center of his attention. Logan grinned
as he noticed that none of Remy's crowd of admires held the boy's
attention.

Logan held his attention. And that was how he wanted it. He wasn't
going to dance, of course. The idea was ludicrous. But it was him
that Gambit kept his eyes on. Logan didn't mind it one bit. The boy
could get felt up and pinched and groped all he wanted. The boy knew
whom he was going home with. Who he was gonna get fucked by. Logan
downed his beer and placed the empty bottle on the bar.

"Another?"

Logan growled at the bartender.

Humm. Perhaps the display *was* getting to him. He grinned and
offered a feral smile the bartender's way as he stalked towards
Gambit. He shouldered his way past dancers and Remy's admires.

"'Scuse me folks. Gotta get this boy home." He wrapped a hand
around the back of Gambit's neck, startling Remy into stillness. He
squeezed, softly, but still *squeezing*; showing ownership. He
waited for the protest, but none came.

"Home?" Remy blinked at him, red on black eyes a bit dazed from
booze and lust.

Yep. Logan was gonna fuck the boy. Soon.

Most of Remy's body was still moving to the music so Logan used his
hold on his neck to bend the boy's ear close to his mouth. "Come
on. I'm gonna take ya somewheres and fuck ya till ya can't stand."

Remy moved so quickly, even Logan was startled. And empty-handed.
He watched as Remy smiled and offered touches and whispers, saying
good byes and pardons to his many dance partners. Once finished, he
turned his gaze on Logan. His grin was. Startling.

Logan liked it. Lots. He didn't even protest when Remy's hand
wrapped itself around *his* neck, the thumb coming to rest under his
jaw and tilting his head up. He only watched Remy's eyes as he
leaned down close enough that Remy's breath tickled his face. "So.
You tink you gonna fuck, Gambit?"

Logan smiled and nodded. "Yeah."

Remy leaned even closer, his lips brushing Logan's ear as he
whispered, "What make you tink Gambit ain't gonna fuck *you*, homme?"

Logan spun around and away from Remy's hold on him, his hand catching
the Cajun's wrist and pulling him after him. "Cajun? If yer still
hard after I get done with you? You can fuck me till the cow's come
home."

Remy's laughter drowned out the startled gasps of the crowd that had
been so avidly watching their drama. "Cows, homme? Gambit gonna
hafta teach you the art o' seduction, eh?"
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"Dis be a whore's place, homme." Remy stated, once inside the small
room Logan had obtained for them and removing his coat. It was
little more than a room with a bed and a bathroom. "Gambit coulda
got us a *nice* place fo' de same price."

Wolverine only grunted, pulling his shirt over his head. He tossed
it to the floor and stalked to Remy. His grin showed nothing but
teeth. "I like whore's places, boy. To the point. Easy." He
stopped in front of Remy and placed his hands on the other man's
shoulders, fingers sliding across Remy's prominent collarbones and
stroking them. He looked into Remy's eyes. "Scared?"

"Non." Remy's eyes flashed. "You?"

Wolverine didn't answer, but pulled Remy down into a kiss; hot, wet,
and deep. The Wolverine's tongue was a desperate thing, sweeping in,
learning, tasting, and conquering.

Remy felt his knees buckle and tasted Logan's chuckle as they did.
Not to be out done, Remy pushed Logan away, tossing off his shirt and
undoing his belt. "Gambit tink we both be too dressed for dis
conversation, homme."

Logan chuckled, sitting on the bed and removing his boots. He stood
to remove his jeans and stepped, naked, from them. He chuckled,
fisting his cock, "I think Gambit talks too damn much."

Gambit licked his lips, eyeing the hard cock before him, cupping his
balls and spreading his legs a bit. "You got away make Gambit *not*
talk, you tink?"

"Heh." Wolverine wrapped his hand around Gambit's neck and sat back
down on the bed in the same motion, legs spread. Gambit ended up on
his knees and with Logan's hard cock in front of his face. He didn't
need Logan's grunted, "Suck, me." direction to do just that.

"Jesus, Cajun." Wolverine grunted, thrusting up, "Always said ya had
a mouth on ya."

Gambit's laughter almost made Logan come. Almost. Logan fell back
on the bed, hands tangled in Remy's hair, guiding the Cajun's avid
mouth to better suit his needs. When Remy's hands came into play, it
was all Logan could do to hold it together. Remy's hand's cupped and
worked his balls, slid up his leg, his thigh, his stomach, only
coming to rest against his chest and then only resting for a brief
moment before he began to pinch and pull at Logan's nipples. How one
man, with only two hands, could make him feel so much, Logan had no
idea, and wasn't much interested in the science of things. He just
let himself come. Hard and quick, thrusting without care, deep and
needy.

"Jesus!" He lay back, panting. "I wanna fuck ya, Remy."

Remy grabbed at his coat, quickly pulling something from one of its
many pockets before rising up over the bed with a large
smile. "'Course ya do, Wolverine. But Remy gonna fuck you first,
yeah?" Before Logan had recovered enough to more, Remy had him
rolled over and on his belly, legs spread and ass checks spread with
two lubed fingers in his ass. "Dat feel bein, homme? Ya like dat?
Humm?"

Wolverine reached over and grabbed a pillow, lifting up, moving his
cock into a comfortable position against it and lifted his ass while
spreading his legs, surprising Remy enough that he lost his rhythm.

"Ow! If ya don't know what yer doin' boy, we need to change places."

Gambit leaned down and bit at a ripe ass cheek as he worked his
fingers deeper inside, rubbing. He laughed softly. "Remy be okay
now, Logan. De Wolverine jus' surprise Gambit."

Logan grunted and lifted his ass. "If yer too surprised to do
this. . ."

"Gambit jes, fine. You jus *hold* de cat, yeah?" Remy rose up,
lubing his hard cock and placing the head at the opening of Logan's
stretched entrance. He leaned down and *in*. "*Fuck*," he muttered
as he sank in deep.

"Yeah, boy. Fuck. And do me *hard*." Logan trust his ass up and
Remy took him at his word, slamming down hard and *fucking*. Remy's
hands bit into Logan's hips, his teeth into Logan's neck and
shoulders as he slammed into him again and again, pulling out until
only the head of his cock was encased in the warm, tight channel
before slamming back even deeper. Soon Remy was panting and
thrusting without thought or care, working for his own pleasure,
while still thinking enough to wrap a hand around Logan's cock and
jacking it in time with his fast and hard trusts, so that when he
finally came, his teeth sinking into Logan's shoulder hard enough to
draw blood, Logan came with him. Remy collapsed across Logan's back,
boneless and saited.

Logan grunted and rolled them over, already getting hard again. He
searched for and found the lube the boy had used, squirting it over
his cock and fingers. He spread the boy, thrusting two fingers into
his ass while his hand clamped over his shoulder pushing him against
his hand. "Um. Nice and tight." He came over the dazed Cajun,
leaning his mouth close to Remy's ear to whisper, "*Told* ya, I was
gonna fuck ya."

Remy smiled and rose against the invading fingers. "Yeah, homme, ya
did at dat. Now you gonna just whisper sweet notin's in Gambit's ear
or ya gonna fuck Gambit?"

Remy almost swallowed his tongue when Logan thrust his cock into
him. "Uh! Dat feel *good*, Wolvie."

"Glad ya think so, boy." Wolverine rolled them over so they were on
their sides and reached around to take Gambit's awakening dick into
his hand and fisting it roughly, using the same rhythm on it as he
was using to fuck the younger man's ass. Hard and fast, at one time
brutal and then another, gentle, but always good. Logan bit and
licked at Gambit's neck and shoulders. Sucked and pulled on Gambit's
hair, let his hand run up and down Gambit's side, letting go of
Gambit's cock only to come back and knock the other man's hand away
when Gambit tried to take hold of himself. "Mine," he'd growl, and
Gambit would shiver and thrust back against the invading cock in his
ass, his hand covering Logan's and working it over his cock,
desperate to come again, not willing to come again, not just yet,
just wanting *more*.

"More, Wolverine. More, more. Harder."

Wolverine grinned against his neck. "Greedy, Cajun. I've more for
you." And he did. He had all Gambit could want. And when Gambit
came again, he shuddered and shivered and Wolverine wrapped his whole
body around him and rolled them again so that Gambit lay squashed
beneath the heavy body as it heaved and thrust and spilled into him
while teeth bit into him and he thought he came again and didn't even
care if he did or didn't it. He was *touched* from head to toe and
that's all he'd wanted.