Chapter 1
“Head over heels I’ve fit in before
Now I don’t want to do it no more
I’ve held it all in with blood on my face
Built it up man so bad you can taste
I don’t slag no one I don’t even judge
Don’t give a shit cause I’m not gonna budge
I just wanna be who I wanna be
Guess that’s hard for others to see.”
Smash – The Offspring
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“I’ve fuckin’ had it wit’ dat fuckin’ bitch.” Remy slurred into his empty beer glass, sounding like lyrics from the latest Eminem track.
He waved at the barmaid, who sauntered back to the two men,
“What can I do for you?” She asked in a voice dripping with insinuations. Remy picked up the glass.
“Hmm, y’ could start by refillin’ dis.” He flashed his famous grin, “Den we’ll see.”
Logan, sitting next to him, shook his head. As soon as the boy started drinking his control over the charm power went straight to hell. He literally became a babe-magnet. And, if it wasn’t just his imagination, Logan was pretty sure he’d seen lustful glares at Remy from men as well.
Wouldn’t put it past him to go for it either.
There was no doubt about it, the Cajun was pissed.
“Wolvie, y’ wanna help me get home?” he asked, “I need t’ give Roguey a piece o’ my mind.” He slammed his left fist into his right hand.
Logan didn’t need to think too hard to realise that taking the guy home now would be a bad idea. Remy got violent. It was a good job Rogue was so strong, she never let Remy get physically abusive with her, though god knows he’d tried.
Remy could be such a little bastard sometimes.
He’d hit Jean once.
Logan made sure he paid for that one. It had been the night of Remy’s return, he was officially living in the boathouse, but had come over to the house to talk to Storm… and grab as much booze as his thief hands could possibly carry. Jean and Ororo had made the mistake of asking him to join them for a drink. Half the bottle later Jean had told him he’d had enough, she tried to take the bottle away from him, but Remy instinctively turned and left-hooked her, leaving a bruise that could not possibly be hidden. Of course Scott had felt it through his telepathic link with Jean, and so rushed straight downstairs in his oh-so-attractive ‘Bugs Bunny’ boxer shorts, to give Remy a personalised ‘welcome back’. Anyone who had been forgiving enough to talk to Gambit in the few hours between his return and this particular incident seemed to forget their forgiving streak. The only ones who currently gave the poor guy time of day were Logan, Ororo, Hank and, surprisingly, Jean. Everyone else made no effort to conceal their hatred.
Logan sighed,
“I think we’ll walk back, you need some fresh air.”
Remy wasn’t listening, he was flirting with the barmaid again.
After about three more glasses of whiskey Remy staggered off to the gent’s.
After he’d been gone for fifteen minutes Logan started to worry. Idiot had probably passed out and hit his head against a wall.
The image of Remy lying passed out in a puddle of vomit was enough to motivate Logan, he pushed open the door of the bathroom just in time to see Remy duck his head to the level of the basin. Logan’s first thought was that the kid was going to puke, but when he saw Remy press one finger to the side of his nose, then the sweep of his head as he sniffed a suspicious white powder from the edge of the basin, he knew it was worse. Remy straightened, inhaled deeply through his nose and shook his head. He turned to Logan,
“Want some?” His strange red pupils were fully dilated, he was visibly swaying.
Logan shook his head; he couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. He knew things were bad for the kid, but this? This wasn’t Gumbo’s style, he would never have done anything like this before the trial.
“We’re going NOW!” He growled, God knew what that stuff might make Remy do, they had to get back to the mansion where it was safe.
“One more drink? Go on, Cher, Remy’ll be a good little boy if y’ let him have one… more… drink…?” He was laying it on thick, batting his eyelids and pouting his lips.
Logan groaned, he couldn’t be bothered to argue, and what was one more drink when the Cajun was already this pissed and stoned? Remy stumbled, and Logan found himself grabbing hold of the kid’s and being surprised at how cold it was.
Seconds later they were back at the bar, Remy offered to buy this last round, Logan decided if the kid wanted to throw his money around he was welcome to do it.
Unfortunately this meant he didn’t see Remy adding the contents of a tiny vile to his beer.
Remy passed the beer to his friend and smiled as Logan gulped it down.
Ten minutes later, and Logan couldn’t coordinate his hand enough to get the key into the ignition of his Harley. Maybe that one last drink had been one too many. But drink never normally affected him this much; his healing factor normally overrode the alcohol. At the time though, Logan was in no state of mind to even wonder. He staggered backwards into Remy,
“Watch it, Cher.”
Remy himself was having an equally hard time trying to light a cigarette.
“We were gonna walk, weren’t we?” Logan half growled, half slurred. “An’ don’t call me ‘Cher’ Darlin’.”
So they started the mile long trek back to the mansion holding each other up.
Several times Remy tripped, dragging Logan to the ground with him, each time Logan managed to stand and haul the Cajun back up, they were nearly home when a stunning blonde crossed the road to meet them, she was obviously a prostitute, and obviously knew Remy.
“Hey Rem, why don’t you leave your dad here, we can go have some fun.” She was gorgeous, long blonde hair, tits bigger than her head and the tightest little ass.
Logan was thinking about telling Remy to go for it, completely missing the insult and the fact that Blondie knew Remy’s name, but the Cajun spoke first.
“Mais non, Logan’s not my Papa, he’s my boyfriend.” To emphasise his point Remy grabbed Logan by the collar and kissed him passionately.
“Then how about you both join us?” Blondie seemed even more delighted by this idea, but Remy didn’t seem to want to share, he stared into Logan’s bewildered eyes, freeing a hand to stroke his hair.
“Non, ‘fraid Logan here’s too much in love wit’ Remy t’ share.”
The blonde pouted briefly,
“Oh well, I guess I might see you around. You know where to find me.”
Then she turned to where a black Mercedes was parked on the corner of the street.
Logan was still standing there feeling horrified, Remy was still holding him, looking deep into his eyes with an expression Logan had never seen before.
Logan pushed him away.
Or tried.
Suddenly his arms were lead weights, he swayed on his feet only remaining vertical thanks to Remy’s hands holding him up.
He was about to ask what was going on, when Remy’s lips closed over his again.
And it was so much easier to give in than to try and fight.
He closed his eyes and parted his lips and teeth, letting Remy slip his tongue in.
It felt good, how long had it been since he’d been kissed? Remy was fucking gorgeous, there was no denying it, a damn good kisser too, but it was so wrong. Finally, Logan found the strength to push Remy away. After a few deep breaths he started walking, Remy trotted up to his side, and joined his pace. Logan was waiting for the kid to apologise, but the apology never came.
The walk took forever, but eventually they passed through the front door of the mansion, stumbling over the doormat and almost crawling up the stairs.
Logan’s room came first along the first floor corridor, and for some reason he didn’t think to question his friend when Remy followed him in.
Logan reached the bed and managed to climb up onto it before losing control of his limbs and becoming almost completely paralysed.
Remy had already peeled his own tight white t-shirt off, and was climbing onto the bed next to Logan.
“Mmm, Remy’s so horny, mon ami, how ‘bout y’?” Then he started undoing the buttons of Logan’s shirt.
Logan tried to protest, but all that came out was an inarticulate noise, nearly Wolverine’s trade-mark growl, but slightly more on the pathetic side as opposed to fierce. A faint voice teased in the back of his mind, telling him if he really didn’t want Remy’s attentions he could easily get rid of him, if he wanted. Was that what he wanted?
Whatever Logan wanted, he didn’t want this. He didn’t just want to lie there and let Remy do what he wanted with him.
Both men were lying on their sides, facing each other. Remy ran the tips of his fingers over the skin of Logan’s face, pausing at the lips and stroking them before replacing his fingers with his lips. Logan felt Remy slide his tongue over the edges of his sharp canines before creeping deeper into the warmth of his mouth.
Logan wished he had control of his hands, firstly he wanted to extend his claws and tear the Cajun’s throat out, but slowly he was starting to enjoy their third kiss of the evening, and he wanted the use of his hands back for an entirely different reason.
Remy was the one to pull away first this time, he opened his eyes and batted his eyelids, smiling sweetly. Remy got up off the bed and disappeared from Logan’s line of sight.
Well, that was unexpected, Logan thought to himself, I
just hope neither of us remember this in the morning.
Then suddenly he was rolled onto his back and Remy climbed on top of him.
“I want y’, Logan. I want t’ fuck y’…”
Two opposing sides of Logan’s mind fought for dominance; on the one hand it had been ages since he’d had a good fuck and Gumbo was damn good looking, on the other, he was totally off his head, anything that seemed like a good idea now might not actually be all that clever, and the kid seemed to be forcing himself on him.
Remy’s pants were gone; he was now naked on top of Logan, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Suddenly the severity of the situation hit home.
Remy was drunk and stoned, and it would also appear, very horny.
Logan seemed paralysed, there was little to nothing he could do if the kid decided to take him.
At this thought, an adrenalin surge rushed through Logan’s veins, giving him the strength to raise an arm, extend his claws and slash across his friend’s chest, cutting not very deep at all, but drawing blood nonetheless.
Remy hissed and anger darkened his eyes. He grabbed Logan’s wrist and used the claws to tear open Logan’s own pants.
“Get off me.” Logan managed to growl, trying to regain control of limbs that felt like solid weights.
“Non, Logan, I don’ t’ink I’m gonn’ do dat.”
Then, the strong drugs in Logan’s system finally did what they would have done to a normal man hours ago. His body went limp, and he passed out.
End of Chapter 1
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