Title: Nothing Else

Author: RabidX (Rabid_x@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.wrssproductions.com/boilingpoint/

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Wolverine/Gambit/Jean Grey

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Not much of one. Logan, Remy and Jean left the team behind. Set right close after the Trial of Gambit event.

Disclaimer: Marvel comics own them. I play around. No money so don't sue even if you have been bankrupt, Marvel!

Date: Dec 2001

Notes: This was sorta inspired by the X-Men Slash yahoo! clubs game as well as by Wrydchaos. A chat late one night about the game and this came out. For Wyrd as a late
X-Mas pressie. This is not a nice depiction of the rest of the team. Sorry.

dumas_voice: picture if you will... Remy and Jean, side by side in bed, naked, with their hair fanned out behind them.
The hair mixing in the middle area of the pillows... wyrdchaos: oh mergh!
dumas_voice: the dark, deep brick of Remy's fanning out with the sun spun red-gold of Jean's
wyrdchaos: oh yeah...
dumas_voice: milky pale skin of Jean's and the golden pale of Remy's
wyrdchaos: go on. go on.

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Nothing Else

By RabidX

 

Their hands were clasped in-between their bodies and their eyes, crimson and jet, and bright emerald green stared up at Logan. He didn't regret any of the long and painful events that brought the three of the together. He didn't think they did either.
He knelt at their feet, a supplicant to the beauty before him.
He felt almost too rough, too wild, to be caught by the delicate lines of them. But he was held tighter than any fly in a spider's web. If they asked him to dance, he would.
Remy was the first to move, running his free hand up one long shank. Logan felt his breath catch in his throat, escaping in a low rumble. Wickedness sparkled in the young Cajun's eyes as he ran one long foot over Logan's thigh.
Jean smiled and tilted her head to get a better look. She sucked in her bottom lip, teeth nibbling it delicately. Logan rumbled again, one large hand stroking her ankle. Yeah, he
didn't regret a single tear or ounce of blood now.
Remy was still too thin, too breakable, but Logan vowed the boy would never feel scared or vulnerable again. It was something he and Jean both agreed on. No one would harm Remy again. No one, not even Scott or the Professor, would make this boy... their boy... hurt. Claws and fire waited for the unlucky bastard who tried.
Jean had surprised them both, insisting on leaving with them. She'd had enough of the lies, the secrets, that permeated the Mansion. Had enough of her own lie of a marriage. Let Scott live the dream, she'd said. She wanted no part of it now. Her innocence was gone long before celestial flames took her over.
Logan, well he still had his demons to chase. Dark things that lurked in the corners of his forgotten past. Things that clawed out in the night, jerking him awake and screaming.
He didn't think he was safe to be around until Remy, then Jean, showed him. Held him when he cried dry tears of self-hate. Let him bury his pain in their bodies.
Sure, the team tried to stop them. Tried to get them to see the mistake they were making. Tried to talk, beg, fight them on it. Scott had crumpled in dispare on the front steps.
Rogue, even with her healing, would be a long time in Hank's care before she could walk again. The Professor, well Logan was sure he'd have a headache for the rest of his life.
None of that mattered now. All the did was the way Jean's breath hitched when Logan's whiskered cheeks and Remy's soft, wide lips touched her body. The way Remy's back
would arch when Logan's cock was buried in him, Jean's mouth wet heat on his. The way Logan would snarl when he came in Jean, Remy's long fingers fucking him. The way
many shades of red hair smelled when Logan pressed his face to it.
Nothing else mattered.

 

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