They made it to Logan's room in a surprisingly short amount
of time. Jean announced, "I'm having a baby and if someone doesn't
fuck me right now I'm going to break something." It was at the end of
that sentence she noticed that Scott was on his hands and knees being
very thoroughly fucked. "Oh," she breathed. Her hands flew to her
clothes. She scrabbled at her fly, shoved her pants and panties off.
She left them in a heap and settled on the bed. She fingered her slit
until Gambit forced her hands to the side, settling behind her.
 "Non, y' just watch and dink, chere," he purred. "Y' know how
Logan feels in y'. But he's always so careful, so scared t' hurt y'.
What y' dink it'd be like t' have him pound int' y'r ass? Thrustin',
pistonin', y're muscles clenchin' tight around him. His cock openin'
y', forcin' y' t' adjust t' de t'ickness. He don' care if dere's a
lil' pain involved, so he's grippin' y'r hips, not lettin' y' move t'
meet him. He's markin' y'. Makin' y' his. In. Out. In. Out. Faster
and faster until dat's y'r whole world. Dat what y' want, chere?"
 "Oh, yes," she groaned.
 "Den y' keep y'r hands still." She sobbed as Scott's moans
hitched deep in his throat and Logan tensed, buried deep inside to
shoot as deeply home into that tight passage as he could.
 Scott's arms wouldn't hold him after he came all over the
floor. Logan eased him down to rest. He cleaned himself and his lover
gently. Then, he turned towards the bed to see the half-naked Jean
and fully-dressed Remy stroking one another.
 //Gumbo needs punishing,// Jean informed Logan. //He's a
tease.//
 Logan tangled his fingers in Gambit's hair and kissed him
possessively until Remy thought he might just pass out. He shivered
and lay back as Logan investigated what was inside of his trench.
Remy panted. Jean was suddenly straddling him, her juices fragrant
above his face. "Lick me, Sweetie," she half-begged, half-ordered.
His tongue lapped at the juices on her thighs, then along the length
of her slit. Logan's hands were busy stripping the young man. He
moaned as Logan cupped his erection.
 "This is mine, Darlin'," Logan told him. "I'm gonna make ya
see stars." Jean pressed down and Remy's attention returned to her.
His hands settled on her ass to support her. Logan was tugging on the
collar and Remy's arm followed the direction. Logan pressed it to
Remy's very hard cock. Jean moaned as Remy's sigh of pleasure played
over her.
 Logan carefully set Gambit's hand on his stomach. It remained
where it was placed. He moved the thief's other hand to join it.
Then, he reached between Jean's legs and tweaked her clit sharply.
The sensation threw her over the edge and she climaxed, thighs
tensing, mouth an "o." Remy continued to licked until the aftershocks
stopped and she lay wasted on the bed. Logan snapped the cock ring
shut at the base of the thief's hard-on and caught Remy's hands
before they could release it. Their eyes met for a long moment.
 "Trust me," Logan said. Remy nodded, fingers trembling under
Logan's grasp. Logan stripped him of his trench and shirt. Then, he
held the coat up. Remy obediently put it on, eyes pleading. Logan
stroked his cock as a reward.
 "Logan," Remy sighed. His fingers raked through the thick
chest hair. He pressed his thumb-nail into Logan's nipple. The
Canadian growled and took possession of Remy's mouth. He wrapped his
hands around the lapels of Gambit's trench and pulled him to a
sitting position. He let the thief's fingers tangle in his hair, but
he kept the kiss firmly possessive. Gambit whimpered low in his
throat. Remy's hips shifted up to gain some stimulation. Logan tugged
the Cajun off of the bed and onto his knees.
 "Ya make me hard just by breathin', Rem," Logan whispered.
The young man shivered. Logan cupped the firm ass, drawing him
closer. He showered his face and throat with light kisses.
 "Oh, cher," Remy moaned as warmth surrounded one nipple. He
shifted to spread his knees wider. "Sil vous plait, chere. More.
Anyt'in'."
 "Soon, Babe." Logan paid equal attention to the other nipple.
Gambit buried his face in Logan's hair. The scent of Logan's sweat
and sex made him whimper softly, helplessly. "Trust me, Darlin',"
Logan murmured. "I ain't gonna hurt ya." Cock brushed cock and Logan
groaned. "Get me off and I'll let ya come." Remy moaned in denial.
 He kissed Logan deeply. His tongue was like liquid fire in
Logan's mouth. Everything he touched tingled. That fire concentrated
over Logan's pulse. Then, his nipples were tingling. Sharp straight
teeth scraped over them. "God, Rem," he whispered. The thief's mouth
trailed down Logan's chest. The long, clever fingers twisted in
Logan's hair.
 A tremor ran down Remy's back as Logan's hands slipped up his
spine. His fingers slid down Logan's chest, leaving trails of
tingling heat behind them, until they rested on Logan's hips. Remy's
mouth surrounded one testicle, then the next. He nibbled at the tip
of the weeping cock, then sucked Logan in with desperate enthusiasm.
His body was folded nearly flat. The coat pooled around him, hiding
him from sight except for his head. Logan stroked Remy's hair,
forcing himself not to hold him in place. Logan came with a cry and
Remy swallowed as quickly as possible. He cleaned the tip with his
tongue.
 He looked up with pleading eyes and Logan smiled. He settled
the thief's arms around his neck. He released the ring and stroked
firmly from base to tip. Gambit laid his head on Logan's
shoulder. "Please," he whispered. Logan's touch was gentle. He set a
quick rhythm and Remy's hips agreed with it. Remy came hard. Logan
stilled, just holding him until he calmed. At some point, Scott had
crawled onto the bed and Jean lay curled against him. Logan settled
Remy against Scott's other side, then spooned behind him so that he
could lay a broad palm on Scott's stomach.

 Hank found Scott and Remy sprawled out on the floor a wealth
of paper and pens around them. "I was thinking we could hit the pro-
choice crew too. 'Do you want the government to decide what happens
to your children?'"
 "I like dat, cher. Need t' find some of de runaways on de
streets, get dier stories. Catch de liberals dat way. Need t' get de
ACLU involved too. Find someone who ain't been hired because dey're
green or somet'in'."
 "Excuse me, Gentlemen," Hank said.
 "Bonjour, Henri."
 "Hi, Hank. What can I do for you?"
 "Hold down Gambit while I endeavor to remove a blood sample?"
the doctor proposed.
 "An' why y' be wantin' t' stick po' Remy?" the Cajun pouted.
It was a number three pout, not to serious, Scott assessed.
 "I need to re-run your DNA. I believe there was some
contamination of the sample." Remy rolled his eyes, but sat up. He
shoved the sleeve of his sweatshirt up.
 "Hurry up bef' I change m' mind." Hank drew the sample
carefully. He frowned at the scars on Remy's arm.
 "Are these why you had me draw from your left arm last time?"
 "Oui," Remy said looking ashamed. He covered his arm quickly,
not waiting for it to stop bleeding.
 "From Sinister?"
 "De IV's he gave m'. And de shunt f' takin' blood." Hank
sighed.
 "I am sorry that I never asked you why you hated my lab.
There is one other item that has been burning in my mind."
 "Oui?" Remy prompted.
 "Why have you taken to wearing a dog collar?"
 "Cat collar," Scott corrected. "The dog collars were… oops."
 "I wondered who helped him get it t' fit," Remy said with a
sharp glance.
 "I plead the fifth," Scott replied.
 "The esteemed Wolverine placed it on you then?" Hank mused.
To his surprise, Remy blushed.

 Belladonna Boudreaux was double-checking the new grip on her
gun when the doorbell rang. She frowned at the maid who came bearing
a large arrangement of flowers. She noted nightshade, roses, and
magnolias among the ivy and other greens. "What's this?"
"A delivery for you, ma'am," the little wall-flower simpered. If she
weren't so good at her knife-work, Bella would have gotten rid of her.
 "Is there a card? Has it been checked?"
 "Gris-Gris is checking it now, ma'am."
 "Leave them by the window."
 "Yes, ma'am."
 Gris-Gris handed over the card. "Nothing," he stated.
 The card read: "Thanks for all the hard work you did in
training your husband. I appreciate it. Sincerely, Jean Summers."
 Belladonna read it through three times. Well, fuck. It looked
as if she'd have to call Remy to find out what it meant.

 "Why is it, I always get dragged out shoppin'?" Logan asked
Ororo as she picked through the annuals.
 "Your charming conversation and honest opinions."
 "Ya need me to carry the bags."
 "Exactly, my friend."
 "Ain't that Gumbo's jacket?" he asked the African ex-goddess.
She smiled at him.
 "That is one of the uses of having a brother," she informed
him. She placed three plants onto the flat and moved to the next
table.
 "So how ya gettin' along with Remy anyway?" Ororo frowned and
thought for a long moment.
 "The memories that were shared at the meeting were quite
different from the picture he painted for me. I believe that had he
told me the full story, I would have been able to understand his
actions. I could not understand how he could have killed a child, or
allowed one to be killed. It is not in his nature. But to trust and
older man who had treated him kindly, or one to whom he owed a debt
of honor, that I can easily believe." She paused to check a leaf. "We
will be fine, Logan. But it will take a little time."

 "Gambit, will you join me in my office, please?" Xavier's
voice asked over the intercom. Gambit looked down at the layout he
was working on and sighed.
 "Oui, M.," he responded politely. Scott smiled at him.
 "Go on. I'll clean up for you."
 "Merci, Cyke. Merde, I'm cookin' t'night," he said glancing
at the clock. Scott nodded. Ha marveled at the almost completely
different person the Cajun was when they weren't fighting.

 Xavier looked over his folded fingers at the studiously
impassive face Gambit wore. The young man sat, stiffly formal, in the
visitor's chair. "There is a company called Bio-trax."
 "Oui, I've heard the name."
 "They are surprisingly reticent about their budget for a
company that is going public in two weeks."
 "Really? How interestin'."
 "Look into the matter, if you would."
 "I'll see what I can find."
 "Also, on the matter of Sinister. What is your current
status, in his opinion?"
 Gambit considered. "Gambit could return t' him at any time
an' he'd be glad t' take him in." Xavier shut his eyes. He nodded.
 "I thought it might be something like that. I'd like the
information as soon as possible."
 "Ain't dat inside tradin'?"
 "Only if you happen to be a broker. It's merely research for
future reference."
 "If dat's all, M.?"
 "Yes, you are dismissed."

 The scent of spice and chicken floated through the halls.
Bobby Drake told his stomach to stop growling. Just because it
smelled cornbread didn't mean he was going to give it any. It growled
again, reminding him that Wolverine had chosen him for a workout
session after dinner. He decided to see if he could charm some food
out of the cook before dinnertime.
 He stepped into the kitchen. Remy was cutting the first batch
of cornbread into squares. He looked up. "Hallo, Bobby."
 "Hey, Gambit." Bobby straddled a chair. He watched the
squares longingly.
 "Y' want some, old man?" Remy teased.
 "Yes, please," Bobby said pitifully.
 "I don't know. Might ruin y' supper. Den de Phoenix'll come
after m'." He grinned and pushed the plate over. "Jus' don' eat it
all, homme." The Cajun when back to the saucepans.
 "So what's the menu?"
 "Chicken LeBeau, cornbread, okra, baked beans, string beans,
an' squash. It's de right season f' squash round here." Bobby sighed.
 "At least I can eat the cornbread." His stomach gurgled to
punctuate the statement. Remy rolled his eyes at him. Bobby talked a
good game, but he always cleaned his plate when Remy cooked.
 "Don't freezin' ruin de taste?"
 "Naw. Though when Cyke's cooking…" Gambit laughed. "Did you
cook for Sinny?" Gambit put the lid of the pan on a little too
sharply.
 "Sometimes. Got himself a cook dough. Wouldn't let Remy help
often times," Remy said evenly. "Less'n he was sulkin', den everyone
wanted him out of de way." Remy settled onto his favorite perch on
the counter.
 "What's he like?"
 "Hehn?"
 "Sinister. What's he really like?" Remy picked up his mug and
charged it to warm the tea it held. He thought for a long moment.
 "He ain't all dat different den what y' seen. He's driven.
He's got a vision of de future. He dinks in centuries, not years.
He's very focussed. He got dis bone deep grief and anger dat drives
him forward. He prides himself on bein' detached, but t'reaten a
Summers an' he'll knock y' int' de wall." Remy winked. "De ends
justify de means an' science is de only law dat matters. I figure de
only reason he never called m' on sellin' his data is de fact dat he
don' really dink it was wrong t' give it out."
 "You sold his research?"
 "Oui." Remy shifted uncomfortably. "Had t' give m'self a
crash course in genetics an' virology, but ain't never had a
complaint." He sipped his tea. "If'n y' piss him off, y' get a trip
on de Lab Rat Express. Y' get y'r own personal cage t' view his
experiments form," Remy added. He shuddered. "He don' care who gets
hurt. He can practically bring a body back from de dead. An' he can
mess wit' memories, assui."
 "Why didn't you tell us before?"
 "Oh, oui, dat'd work well. Oh, by de way, dat man y' hate, I
used t' work f' him. Used t' lead de Marauders. Great idea, cher."
 "You led them?"
 "Trained dem f' a few mont's. Den Hunter came on an' I didn'
need t' worry. Ain' much f' team work." A timer rang and Remy went to
take the next batch of cornbread out.
 "You recruited them. You trained them. No wonder you and
Scott fight."
 "Sh. Dat's a secret."
 "I won't say a word. Scout's honor."
 "Bein. Y' want t' cut de cornbread when it cools some?"
 "Sure. You better make another batch."
 "Tol' y' not t' eat it all," Remy chided, slipping another
pan into the oven. "Y' go set de table, sil vous plait?"
 "Sure."
 "Merci."

 "And you would be going where?" Scott asked, eyeing the
thief's tight leather pants.
 "Out."
 "All alone?" Scott wrapped his arms around Gambit's waist.
 "Oui, cher."
 "Come home in one piece. And don't forget to come to the
boathouse."
 "Yes, Cyke. Merde, y' worse dan Bishop. Y' know dat right?"
 "I do my best," Scott grinned. "Whatever you're doing,
remember not to get caught." Scott tugged at the collar. "You
planning to wear this?"
 "Oui. Promised t' wear it except when it'll get m' caught."
Remy shrugged. "Don' matter t' m'. An' de crowd I'm seein' t'night'll
just laugh." He turned in the circle of Scott's arms. He laid a
gentle kiss on his lips. "I won' be too long t'night. Tell Jeannie
she needs t' sleep t' take care of le bebe, oui?"
 Scott laughed. "Oh, that'd go over well," he gasped tears
starting to form in his eyes. "I want to see you tell he that.
Christ." He forced his laughter under control. He shook his
head. "She won't step out of battle until she's too big to fit into
her uniform." Remy frowned.
 "Gonna have ma tante talk t' dat femme." He shook his head
and reached for his jacket, which wasn't hanging on the back of his
door. He glared at the empty space. He stepped into the
hall. "STORMY!" She floated the coat down on the winds. He snatched
it out of the air. "De word y' lookin' f' is 'merci'!" he yelled up
at her.
 "Thank you, brother," she called back from her loft and shut
the door.
 "I'll tell Logan you're going out so he doesn't pace a hole
into the carpet. Drive carefully."
 "Ain't been stopped yet. Not like some I could mention."
 "Only two tickets in five years."
 "I hacked y'r driving record."
 "Oh," Scott said, blushing. "Yeah, that's why I drive the
van. It can't reach those speeds. You should have seen Charles' face
though."
 "When he had t' bail y' out f' reckless drivin'?"
 "When the cops too potshots at the Lincoln thinking it was a
mob car. That one wasn't my fault." Remy rolled his eyes and located
his sunglasses.
 "Night, cher."
 "Night, Rem."

 Scott stretched his arms up and back to get the crink out of
his back. He went to open his private files and noticed something was
a little bit off. He frowned. Bobby must have been using his computer
again. He sighed and shook his head. The man had his own system. Of
course, Bobby's was overloaded with vid files and the like. Scott
noticed that the icon was out of alignment when he went to click on
his private files. His personal files were at exactly five o'clock.
The reports for the professor were at noon. Quake was a nine o'clock.
And the other icons were similarly arranged radiating from the
center. It was one of the things he'd done a long time before, back
when he installed the mouse program that would let him navigate the
screen blind. That meant that *someone* had moved his folder when
they clicked on it and didn't automatically put it back. It was such
a small change that most people wouldn't have noticed. Scott wasn't
most people. And god damn it, those files were password protected. It
was time to change his password. Past time if *someone* was getting
into his files. Bobby was dead and he didn't even know it yet. Scott
felt the evil smile that curved his lips up at the corners. It seemed
*someone* needed a training session.

 Logan growled in frustration. "I know ya know the fuckin'
moves, Bobby. Just go through them."
 "Wolvie, I never fight hand to hand."
 "If ya lose yer powers yer gonna have to. So get yer ass over
here and go through the god damned routine. If ya can't manage to
last in a sequenced pattern what the hell are ya gonna do if yer up
against Creed or somethin'?"
 "Freeze his ass?"
 "Without yer powers?" Logan asked. "If ya think it'd help, I
kin find ya a suppression collar," Logan offered. "There's one in the
attic."
 "No way, Wolvie," Drake said with a frown. "I hate those
things."
 "So? Ya ain't gettin' this any other way. Fine. We'll do this
the hard way. Computer, dim lights seventy percent." Bobby blinked as
the room went practically black.
 "What is this?" Logan didn't answer, but grabbed the Iceman's
arm and spun him into the center of the mats.
 "Defend yerself, kid."
 "Oh, man," Bobby said as he just barely missed getting hit.
He moved as quickly as he could to avoid the blows aimed at his face
and stomach. He hit the wall and stopped, disoriented.
 "Computer, cut lights fifty percent." The room was
practically black to Bobby now. He didn't dodge the next blow. He'd
have a nice bruise on his shoulder from that one. He dropped down and
to the side and Logan's hand bounced off the wall. "Better. At least
yer dodgin' me now." Bobby decided that he was officially in trouble.

 Bishop hummed as he cleaned his gun and Storm looked over at
him from where she was reading. She had an odd look on her
face. "What are you humming, Bishop?"
 "Just an old song."
 "It is just that I think I recognize it." Bishop shrugged.
 "Anything is possible. I don't remember the name of it."
 "Neither do I. Odd. It seems so familiar."

 "LeBeau!" the woman said, nearly vibrating with
pleasure. "You haven't been in for ages," she chided dragging him
into the brightly colored club. Everything was just a little off
kilter. The Rabbit Hole was like that. You thought at first you were
just in a child's playroom, then things started to make your eyes
flinch from sight to sight trying to find out what was wrong. Remy
knew better than to fall into that little trap. The whole problem was
the fact that the walls weren't the same height and they joined at
odd angles. The place was a bad trip and the owner was no different.
She was wearing an odd mixture of black velvet and cheap polyester.
She had a slightly manic grin that should have needed illegal
chemicals to exist, but was just her normal state of being. She
dragged him through the dancers and drinkers and dealers to the back
bar. She settled him in her favored spot, right next to hers and near
her prized pet a small, grey mouse she'd saved from the carpenters
when they were working on the column in the center of the room.
 "Hallo, Safety," Remy said to the mouse, tapping lightly on
the cage. The mouse's whiskers trembled and it moved forward
cautiously to investigate the sound. Alice Quentin handed him a beer.
She settled onto her own stool.
 "And what can I do for my favorite heartbreaker today?" she
asked, settling her hand over his on the bar. Their fingers
intertwined and he smiled at her.
 "Well, jus' doin' a lil' research int' a bio tech place goin'
public in a few weeks. Want t' know if I agree wit' deir way of
dinkin's all."
 "Oh, I think we can handle that, don't you, Safety. Come into
my parlor, little fly," she winked and dragged him back towards her
office. She shut the door behind them with one high-heel booted foot
and silence descended on them. "I love my soundproofing. Now, let me
see that absolutely adorable little bracelet you've got on tonight."
Remy rolled his eyes, but let her inspect the collar.

 Jean was settled in Scott's lap, dozing on his shoulder.
Logan was pacing and Scott was about ready to shoot him. "Logan, calm
down. You're driving me crazy," Scott hissed, trying not to wake up
his wife. "It's not the first time Gambit's ever been in the city
alone."
 "Yeah. Yeah." Scott snickered and Jean blinked awake.
 "Sorry. Are you two still mother henning?"
 "I'm not mother henning anyone," Scott protested. "Logan's
the one that's pacing."
 "Kid's not right in the head." Scott rolled his eyes and
leaned his head back on the couch.
 "Jean, why didn't you warn me I'd have to put up with his
whining *every* time the thief went out? Hell, the Cajun knocks you
on your ass at least half the time, Logan. It's not like he's going
to run into Sabretooth or something."
 "Or Sinister? Or Magneto? Or Mystique? Ya gotta be sure
Rogue's talked to her ma since she broke up with Gumbo. Maybe…"
 "You're over-reacting." Scott didn't want to point out the
fact that Logan and Jean had disappeared while together. "He's more
paranoid than you are." The phone rang and Scott thanked any deity
that was listening. He dumped Jean off of his lap and went after the
phone. "Yes?" he said into it.
 "Is this the Summers residence?" a giggling female said.
 "Yes?"
 "Oh, good, well, you see…" there was a brief struggle on the
other end of the line.
 "Ignore her, cher," Remy's voice told him.
 "No!" the woman said sharply and took the phone back.
 "Hey!" Remy protested. "Dat was completely uncalled for."
 "And that was probably the least graceful fall I've ever seen
you make. Well, you see, I found your pet," she told Scott
patiently. "His collar says that I'm supposed to call the Summerses
if I find him."
 "Give m' de damn phone, woman," Remy demanded.
 "No way, heartbreaker. My phone. Go play with Safety or
something."
 "Non. I ain't gonna play wit' y' mouse while y' go tellin'
him who knows what." Scott's face was red from choking on his
laughter. Jean looked at him oddly and started listening over the
link. Logan's head cocked to the side.
 "Help! Help! I'm being oppressed," the female voice
demanded. "Hey, ain't you supposed to be a gentleman?"
 "In what lifetime?" Remy retorted. "De phone, girl."
 "Fine," she sniffed. "I'm so under-appreciated."
 "Damn straight."
 "Brat."
 "Oui, Mademoiselle Pot? Ow! Scotty, cher. Dat's jus' Alice.
Ignore her."
 "No, don't you dare, Summers!" Alice stated.
 "When'd y' get an extension added into dis room?"
 "When I started conference calls with clients. Now, someone
better come pick this boy up. He's not street-legal right now."
 "I ain't dat drunk, chere."
 "Nope, but you will be."
There was silence on the line and Scott thought they'd hung up. Then,
Remy's voice came back, awed, "Where'd y' get y' hands on a bottle of
dat? I dought…"
 "I've got connections."
 "Send Logan t' pick up m' bike, cuz I ain't drivin' home
t'night. Oh, chere, y' sure I can' convince y' t' be a permanent
partner?"
 "Fuck no, I'm not that stupid. So, just come on over and join
the party Summers. There's plenty to share."
 "He can't drink dis. Alice, y're a madwoman. Put down de
stapler!"
 "Where are you?" Scott finally asked in a strangled voice.
 "Down the Rabbit Hole where else?" Alice asked. "Come on over
and we'll have a tea party."
 "Y' ain't givin' him absinthe. He ain't gonna appreciate it."
 "You're selfish, Remy," she said archly. She sniffed. "I'll
ask anyone over I want."
 "How much have you two had already?" Scott said ribs starting
to ache from not reacting.
 "Not a drop," Alice said virtuously. Remy just snorted at her.
 "Of liquor," he said. "Course, no one knows what de femme
takes. Logan knows de place I dink. Ain't his type of club, but it's
across from de Rusty Tin."
 "I'll tell him."
 "Day!" Alice said brightly.
 "Good-bye, cher. Put down de phone, Alice," Remy
ordered. "An' pour m' one of dose. Full spoon of sugar y' sadist."
Remy hung up absently and Scott lost his control and started
laughing. When he wound down Logan was looking at him in worry.
 "You gonna be okay, Slim?" Logan asked. "Don't give yerself a
heart attack or somethin'. Kid's just at the Rabbit Hole right?"
 "Yeah. You're the one that's been pacing all night. You get
to go pick him up. Take the pick-up so you can put his bike in the
back." Scott waved in the direction of the door. "Hurry before he
gets alcohol poisoning."
 Logan snorted. "Right. Ya gonna come with me, Red?"
 Jean grinned at him. "Oh, yes. I've got to meet that woman.
Scott? We can fit four you know. That's why we got the extended cab
in the first place." Scott sighed and thumped his head against the
wall.
 "Oh, what the Hell. Let me find my shoes." Jean floated them
to him. "Thanks, Honey."

 Scott looked around the front hallway, automatically
cataloging the dimensions. Jean was grinning with an arm around his
waist and the other around Logan's shoulders. The bouncer at the
front was wearing a mad hatters' hat. "You pay on the way out if you
haven't gotten a full card from the bar," he informed them with a
grin. Jean stared at him. The man shrugged. "One way trip to
Wonderland, have fun." A mirrored panel slid in front of the man and
at the same time opened the way into the nightclub. The light was
almost at bright as day.
 "That is a weird effect," Jean commented. She shook her head
to clear it and dragged the men in. Scott kissed her temple idly. She
took each man by a wrist and dragged them towards the bar. The
patrons were an odd assortment. Logan was sure he recognized one or
two of them.
 "Damn, sister, you are lucky," one girl yelled out over the
music. Jean threw a wink over her shoulder.
 "We're trying to find Alice?" Jean said to the
bartender. "She called us to pick up our friend?" The bartender
looked at them. He pressed a call button and a pink-haired head
peeked out of the office followed by a familiar face. Remy gestured
for them to come into the office.
 "Okay, so you are Scott," Alice said extending a hand to
Cyclops.
 "A pleasure," Scott said shaking her hand. Alice smiled.
 "How do you do," she answered. She giggled. "Jean," she
looked the woman up and down then walked around her. "Well, you're
better stacked than Belle, but…" she stopped as Remy put a hand over
her mouth.
 "Sh. Don' say dat name so loud. She gonna hear y'." Alice
nipped at his hand and he let go.
 "Shut up, Heartbreaker. And you are Logan." She shook hands
with the stocky man. "Absinthe?" she offered.
 "I'm driving," Scott stated. Remy grinned at him
brightly. "Not one word."
 "No tickets, cher?" Remy asked. Logan glanced at Scott.
Cyclops shook his head and didn't  answer the obvious question. Remy
poured himself another glass, dissolving the sugar in the liquid
carefully. He drank it down and smiled at the searing bitterness that
the sugar didn't disguise. Logan smirked at him.
 "That's enough, Gumbo," he said firmly. "Ya gotta be awake
tonight." Remy made a talking hand in Logan's direction. Alice
tripped over an invisible wrinkle in the rug on the way across the
room and sat there for a moment trying to figure out what she'd hit.
Jean helped her up and Alice wandered back to her desk to get another
glass of the potent liquor.
 "We're going to take him home now," Scott informed
her. "What's the charge to get out?"
 "Nothing. You get to go out the back door." She pointed at a
door painted on the wall. Remy pressed a kiss to Alice's
cheek. "G'bye, petite."
 "Bye, Brat," she responded. He blinked at the door until it
came into focus.
 "Didn' I have a jacket when I came in here?"
 "It's over there!" Alice squealed and clapped her hands. She
giggled. "Oh, Lord, I'm drunk."
 "Dat's okay. Love y' anyway."
 "Good. You better or I'll call your wife." She stuck out her
tongue. "Bet she doesn't know about the Summerseseseses yet."
 "Non, but I'm gonna tell her. Honest." Remy pulled on his
jacket.
 "Good." He walked straight to the door and through it without
blinking. Logan followed more cautiously. Jean frowned at it.
 "How?"
 "Enhanced protection. It's a hologram," Alice
grinned. "There's a real door in the hall behind it."
 "Ah. Thank you." She stepped through. Scott paused to inspect
the illusion a little more. He put his hand through it and watched it
disappear.
 "It was nice meeting you."
 "Bye. Hope to see you again. You're all welcome any time.
Drinks on the house. Any lover of Remy's is a friend of mine." She
made herself another glass of absinthe. "That boy is absolutely
sinful in bed."
 Scott snickered softly and joined his lovers in the back
alley. The mad hatter at the front waved at them. Scott waved back as
the others argued about getting Remy's bike into the back of the
truck. Jean ended up helping discretely as the other two "lifted" the
machine into the back. Remy pouted when Logan told him to get into
the back. The Canadian wavered. The thief bit his lower lip as if to
stop it from trembling and Logan growled softly, but got into the
back with Jean. Remy climbed into the front and laid his head in
Scott's lap.

 Gambit flopped across the bed, completely boneless. His smile
was contented as he watched Jean strip. She rolled her panties down
her hips and off onto the floor. Suddenly, insistent hands were
pulling at Remy's clothes. He squirmed as the fingers grazed his
ticklish spots. A soft slide of cloth settled over his eyes and he
twisted away from it. The silk followed his movement. "Sh. It's okay.
We won't hurt you," Scott soothed. "It just makes things a little
more intense." Remy chewed at his lower lip. He shook his head.
 "Non." He pushed the silk scarf away. It disappeared and
Logan's arms wrapped around his chest.
 "Whatcha scared of, Darlin'?" Logan asked.
 "Can't handle dat kind of ding," Remy said. "Don' matter
who." Jean leaned over the footboard and kissed him until her was
light-headed. He settled back more firmly in Logan's arms as he let
Jean's desires overwhelm him.
 Scott blinked as the wave of lust crashed through his
shields. He was rock hard in seconds. He ran his hand down the line
of Jean's spine as she knelt on the bed, intent on Remy's mouth. He
settled a hand on the taut curve of her ass. He pressed his finger
between her cheeks as his other hand stroked through Logan's hair.
 Logan trapped Gambit's hands against his thighs to give Jean
free access. The wave of emotion that he now recognized as Remy's
projections, made him want to force any one of his lovers over the
bed and fuck them senseless. His teeth settled over the slender
shoulder so near his mouth and his jaw tightened. He felt the moan
that vibrated deep in Remy's throat. Then, Scott's fingers raked
through his hair and came to rest on the back of his neck.
 Jean bit at Gambit's tongue when Scott's finger settled. She
knew right then what was going to happen and the knowledge of it made
her wet. Scott stretched her, knowing it would make her squirm and
wriggled enticingly. Her knees spread wide and her hands danced
strange patterns over Remy and Logan's skin.
 Gambit stilled under the press of sharp white teeth against
his collar bone. Logan's hands held him immobile and he wanted to
scream. He felt Logan's prick swelling against his back. His own cock
was aching. Jean moaned into his mouth. His eyes flickered open when
a gentle hand spread a condom over his throbbing cock.
 Logan's rod rested against the crack of Gambit's ass. Scott's
fingers spread the cool gel over the head of Logan's cock and pressed
more lube into the thief's body. Jean swallowed his questioning sigh.
Then, Scott was pressing for entrance into Jean's ass. She relaxed
and ran her fingers over Logan's sideburns. She knew the moment
Wolverine's cock penetrated the second ring, Remy's legs spread
wider. She fitted herself against Scott's stomach. He guided her onto
Gambit's cock. She whimpered. She loved feeling completely filled.
She released Remy's mouth. Scott reached across, tugging their bodies
closer until he could lap at Remy's bruised lips. They parted
breathlessly to accept Scott's kiss.
 Logan's jaw tightened and Remy's body trembled with the
effort of staying still. Remy's mind was swamped with emotions and
sensations. Pressure, heat, sweat, scent, perfume, musk, movement,
sweetness, desire. Logan's large hands finally released him and he
grasped at Scott's sides.
 Jean almost came as Remy's arms closed around her waist and
Scott's tongue tried to force its way into Remy's throat. She felt
the kiss as if Scott's tongue was in her. She rocked her hips,
needing motion. Gambit nearly sobbed in frustration when Logan didn't
move the pulsing erection that was pressed against his prostate. Remy
wanted movement, friction, to match Jean's rocking. Logan's hands
held his hips in a bruising grip. Remy dropped one hand to cover
Logan's.
 Logan reached past him to kiss Jean. The urge to thrust was
incredible. Logan gave in, and let his hips begin tiny thrusts. Then,
he let go. He released Jean's mouth and lifted Remy up, then forced
him down to meet his thrust. Jean gasped at the sudden thrust into
her pussy. Scott released Remy's mouth. He looked at Logan who
grinned. Scott thrust, starting a chain reaction. Trapped in the
center, Jean and Remy could do nothing but react.
 The rhythm moved faster and faster, like the drumming of the
blood in Jean's ears. Gambit's hips were firmly controlled by Logan's
hands and Jean was alternately filled and empty as Scott matched
Logan's pace. She heard a breathless whimper that might have been
hers, it was getting hard to tell.
 Remy was too lost to know which sensations were his alone,
and which ones were shared. Starbursts of pleasure dropped his lids
as Logan continued to pound into him. The position he was in gave him
no leverage. He reached out to stroke Jean's cheek as he identified a
flash of tenderness as hers. His cock thrust up into her wet heat
with all the force Logan allowed him. He could feel Scott moving in
her.
 Scott froze, cock spasming as Jean's muscles clamped around
him. The empathic connection Remy'd made liked them all in the bliss
of that joint orgasm and drew them into the spiral.
 Happily sleeping against Jean's chest, Remy didn't stir when
the wet cloth cleaned him up. Or when Scott curled up against him,
stroking his back with gentle fingers. Jean's hair spread out like a
blanket on Logan's chest as he gathered her close to himself and
slept.
FINIS