A Bet Between Friends
Part 8
 

Remy and Logan finally made it home as the sun was starting to set.  Having shared a stimulating shower at the motel before checking out, they agreed to Logan hitting the kitchen for food and Remy checking in with fearless to make sure they hadn’t missed anything important, before joining forces in Logan’s room for a carpet picnic and an evening of debauchery.

Logan headed for the kitchen whistling a old tune as went, head so full of ideas of things to try on the Cajun tonight he almost knocked Storm and her latest addition to the botanical family flying.  “Sorry Ro didn’t see ya.”  He caught storm with one arm, and the plant pot in the other.  “Nice Azalea.”  He flashed a winning smile, as he handed back her plant.

“That’s quite all right Logan and thank you.”  She gave her new addition a quick once over, pleased to see that not even a grain of sol had been spilt.  “How was your evening?  I noted that Remy’s bed has been unslept in and he missed his practice this morning.”

Logan couldn’t help the sappy grin that lit up his face.  “It was… good.”

“I see.”  Storm frowned, concern etching her features.  “Logan what are your intentions towards my brother?  I realise Remy has had quite a few…”  Storms frown deepened as she searched for the right word.  “…rendezvous’ of a once only variety, but never with a team mate and as you must know he feels things very strongly and I would not want him hurt.”

“I have no intention of hurting him Ro and I don’t do once only encounters.  I’m kinda hoping this is just the beginning.  I think I’m falling for the boy.”

“That would certainly explain your buoyant mood this evening.”  She smiled.  She was a true sucker for romance.  Logan could see the matchmaking mood on her face, and nervously ran his hand through his hair.  “I feel good Ro, Real good.”

“And Remy?”  She raised an eyebrow, hoping for a favourable response.  “He seems just as happy as me.”

“Then I am glad.”  The over-protective sister mode quickly kicked in.   “I warn you Logan if you hurt him, I will use that metal bonded to your bones as a conductor and fry you from the inside out.”  She pocked him in the chest with every other word, not hard mind, just enough to make her point.  “I told ya Ro don’t worry, I aint gonna hurt him and I sure as hell aint gonna let him get away.”

The wind rider 100-watt smile returned.  “I am sure yours is going to be a most interesting relationship.  If you excuse me I must get this potted and watered the poor thing is dying from thirst.”

Storm moved past him and headed for the stairs.  Logan smiled and was about to head for the kitchen when he heard Remy’s voice from the Rec room.  A second voice quickly known as Drake joined in. Logan shook his head and opened the door to kitchen, letting it swing shut again when he heard Drake say something about a bet and Remy’s hissed reply to shut up.  He moved closer to the rec room door and listened.

“So you were out all night Remy, have you won the bet?”

“Shut up Drake.”

“Oh come on Remy.  Did you do it?”

“Did you even hear de words from my mouth?  I sai’ shut up Drake.”

Bobby chuckled like an excited five year old.  “Oh come on!!  Did you bone the mighty Wolverine or not?”  Remy huffed,

“Bobby shut de fuck up!”

“Oh please, you weren’t shy about taking the bet, so all I wanna know is if you won or I did.  Come on Cajun I got fifty bucks riding on this.  So did you bump ugly or not?”

“Bobby…”  Remy’s growled answer was cut short as the rec room door was all but ripped off its hinges.  Remy spun on his heel, instinctively pulling a card from his pocket and charging it, Bobby jumped up from the couch turning to the door, before uttering a quick “Eeeppp” and running full pelt through the door behind him.

Remy drew the kinetic energy from the card back into himself and put it back in his pocket.  Logan took a step into the room and growled at the Thief.  Remy contemplated retreat, but instead chose to stand his ground.  “Calm down cher…  Remy can explain dis.”

“Explain what Cajun, how last night was a bet?  I’m out in the hall telling Ro I aint gonna hurt ya and how I hope this is just the beginning of something good for us, and you’re in here getting $50 from Drake?”  He couldn’t believe the words from his own mouth.  “For a bet yer had going that ya could bed me!!”

Remy dropped his eyes to the floor and wrapped his arms around himself, wincing at the hurt and the anger rolling off Logan like waves.  “Cher, I know dis looks bad, but…”

“Save it Gambit.”  He spat out the last words in an effort to cut all personal ties between them.  He just turned and strode out into the hall, up the stairs and to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Remy dropped to the couch, face in his hands. For a moment resignation consumed him, before quickly changing to denial and determination.  “Non not goin’ let ‘im go.  Goin’ tell ‘im de truth.  Remy love de man, an I not goin’ let ‘im get ‘way dat easy.”  Remy pulled himself to his feet and straightening his jacket with resolve, and followed Logan.

When he got to Logan’s door he found it locked.  He tried knocking, but got no reply.  “Please mon cher, we need to talk.”
Still getting no reply, Remy searched in his pockets and pulled out his toothpick.  One small chare, a little twist in the lock and tada… With a small crack the toothpick did it’s job and the door swung open.  Remy walked into the room lazily kicking the door shut behind him.  Logan was sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring coldly at Remy.“I hope ya gonna pay for that, what the hell do ya want now Gumbo?”

“Remy wan explain.”

“I think I got the gist Gambit, ya don’t gotta explain.”

“Non, Remy need to do dis.  Can see how it looks, but it’s not dat way.”  Logan stood up and walked menancely towards the thief, backing him up to the wall.  He stared directly up into the Cajun’s eyes.  “So how is it then?  Ya didn’t sleep with me for a bet?”

“Oui… an non.”

Logan growled and grabbed Remy round the throat, slamming the Cajun back against the wall.  Tears glistened in Remy’s eyes as he grasped the Canadian’s thick wrist.  “Oui Remy took Bobby’s stupid bet, but he no collect on it.”

Logan stepped back releasing his grip and let Remy go.  He watched the thief rub his throat.  “Why?”

Remy stared at him.  “Remy wanted you for a long time homme, Remy even t’ink he loves you.”

“Yeah right, if ya loved me so damn much why ya’d do it to me?”

“Dunno, scared maybe.  Not sure how you react to dis t’ief coming to you an sayin’ he fallin’ for you.  So when Bobby offer de bet, Remy t’ink dis de best way to tell you, Gambit never break bets.  Just needed to know how you felt about him, dat’s all.  Remy know he wrong for doin’ it dis way, jus’ didn’ know what else to do. Je suis de sole.  J’taime Logan.”

Logan groaned and pulled the thief into his arms.  “Ya shoulda told me.”

“Den you forgive Remy?”

“Yeah.  I forgive ya Rems.”  Remy wrapped his arms around Logan rubbed his face against his shoulder.

“Merci, oh merci.”

“Next time just talk ta me, kay?”

“Kay."

Logan’s mood quickly lifted as he remembered his not so pure thoughts from earlier and quickly lifted Remy into his arms and carefully deposited him in the middle of the bed, before settling down next to him and pulling him close.  “Love ya too Darlin’”.
 

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Outside the window Hank sat on the branch of a large oak and watched.  He glanced down and reached out a hand to help pull Bobby up beside him.  “Well?”

“I admit defeat.  Once again you have made the inconceivable, conceivable.”

“So I win.”

“Yes my friend you have won the bet.  Though I must admit I believed getting them together would be beyond even your unusual talents.”

“See you underestimate me Hank.”

Hank pulled Bobby close and covered his mouth with his own, Bobby moaned and pressed deeper into the warm furred body.  “Yes my dear, I think I do.”
 

Fin.