THERE comes a time in every life when words are said
in haste. When a momentary hesitation is taken the
wrong way. When a simple disagreement becomes too much
to ignore. Such a moment has arrived at the Xavier
Institute in quiet Salem Center.

There comes a time in every life when EVERYTHING comes
down to that one moment.
*****

" Dance with me." Remy whispered as he reached out to
his lover.

After a stunned heartbeat Logan moved forward just in
time to catch the younger man as he started to fall.
"Are you nuts?" he said as he pulled the young Cajun
to his chest. " Remy..."

Remy wrapped his arms tightly around the older man's
neck and held on tight as Logan helped him into the
chair behind him. He looked into his lover's eyes as
he knelt in front of him, "wanted t' dance" he
whispered again.

" Oh Rem..." Logan leaned in and kissed his brow, " I
promise we'll dance." He watched Remy blink back the
tears that threatened to fall and give him a ghost of
a smile.

God, how could one moment in time no longer than the
blink of an eye change everything with such
devastating consequences?
***** THREE MONTHS EARLIER *****

Logan smiled around the cigar in his mouth and allowed
himself the pleasure of devouring the young Cajun with
his eyes. He was a perfect package all wrapped up in
silk and leather. He started high, taking in the dark
red hair with the fiery highlights. Usually it was
pulled back in a ponytail or trapped under head gear
to keep it out of his face when he fought. Tonight it
was loose and Logan was mesmerized by the way it
danced just below his shoulder blades. His eyes were
drawn to a perfect curl just below his ear. He
imagined running his fingers through it later that
night. Letting that perfect curl wrap around his
finger the way it's owner was wrapped around his
heart. The thought of all that cool silk touching his
skin made his cock wake slightly. He'd ask the kid to
leave it down, he wanted to feel it on his chest, on
his stomach on his heavy balls as Remy... His teeth
clamped down hard on the cigar and he had to adjust
his stance as that picture popped into his head. Remy
turned suddenly and smiled at him and the street light
caught the stud in his ear. Logan smiled back and the
young Cajun turned back to the conversation he was
having with an old friend. Logan shook his head
slightly, he was envious of the tiny piece of jewelry.
It rested in one of his favorite places of worship on
the Adonis like body. The animal in him wanted to
stride forward and take the lobe between his teeth,
feel the earring tap against his fangs, run his tongue
over the sharp back.

Logan shook himself from those thoughts as he suddenly
noticed the crowd his young lover was attracting. He
walked up behind Remy and placed his large hands on
his slim hips then let them slide around and pull him
back against his chest. Remy looked over his shoulder
and smiled again as Logan growled softly and kissed
another favorite spot, the junction of his shoulder
and his long graceful neck. Remy tilted his head to
the side and closed his eyes loving all the attention.
Not many knew about their relationship at home and the
few who did knew how to keep their mouths shut which
suited them fine. They both had their reasons for
keeping it private. Logan because he felt it was none
of their damn business and Remy because he didn't want
their frosty attitude to be turned toward the older
man.

Logan forced himself to stop his leisurely attack on
the younger man's neck, the kid always smelled so
sweet and tasted so good. He was as addictive as any
drug. "Come on kiddo, let's go dance."

Remy leaned back into his embrace for a moment before
turning in the circle of his arms, " Oui, I can' wait
t' see y' on the dance floor."

Logan laughed and kissed him, "No way. I'm just here
as an observer. Come on." He took his lover's hand and
they made their way up to a plain looking warehouse
door.

The club was in the middle of New York City and had a
very exclusive clientele. Logan had to pull a few
strings to get them in but the kid had an urge to
dance and the thought of him all hot and sweaty moving
to music was something Logan would be willing to do
almost anything to see. When the bouncer at the door
saw Logan and then got a look at his date he couldn't
move fast enough to open the door. Once inside the
music and lights surrounded them. Logan placed his
hands on his lover's leather clad hips and steered him
up to a table on a platform overlooking the dance
floor.

" I thought I knew all the clubs!" Remy shouted to be
heard over the music, " How'd y' find this place?"

Logan pulled his chair closer so he didn't have to
shout. " I got connections older than you kid." He
tapped the end of his nose and Remy smiled. " Why
don't you hit the dance floor and I'll go get us some
drinks."

Remy leaned over and kissed him deeply then leaned his
forehead against the older man's for a moment. "Merci
for this Cher it's exactly what I wanted. Y' spoil
me."

Logan brushed the long red silky hair back behind his
ear catching the perfect curl and letting it coil
around his finger for a second before staring deeply
into his lover's beautiful eyes. " Maybe I think you
deserve to be spoiled." He couldn't miss the moisture
building in his lover's eyes. " This is nothing Rem,
just wait until I get you home."

Remy's smile was sweet and Logan couldn't help but
feel privileged that it was turned his way. The kid
was a treasure; it was such a shame no one else could
see it.Ro loved him to death and Jeannie was nice
enough but the rest of them still kept pushing him an
arm's length away. He'd watched countless times as the
kid tried to get involved in conversations. As soon as
he opened his mouth everyone would clam up and
suddenly have somewhere else to be. He watched more
times than he could count as the kid's shoulders would
slump as he watched them walk away, leaving him behind
again. Remy had tried over and over to reconnect with
his so-called family only to be shunned and ignored.
Well Logan decided that tonight he was going to make
sure the kid knew that HE was glad he was back. He was
going to spoil him all night long and when they got
home he was going to ask the kid to commit to him. He
wanted the rest of the world to know how lucky he was
and he wanted the rest of their "family" to see what
they'd been missing by pushing him away.

Forget about keeping their affair secret. He was going
to make the kid scream!

He got the drinks and wandered back to the table. It
didn't take long to find his lover on the dance floor.

He was poetry in motion.

A work of art come to life.

And he belongs to me Logan thought to himself with no
small amount of pride.

Remy danced with total abandon. He seemed to become
one with the music that pulsed and throbbed around
him. Logan stood hypnotized by him until the music
finally slowed and the lights went dim. Remy looked up
and captured his eyes and Logan wasted no time joining
him on the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around him
and smiled as Remy molded his body to his like second
skin. He inhaled deeply and started swaying slowly
side to side.

After a few minutes the beat of the music picked up
again and all around them hundreds of bodies and
lights moved to the fast pulsing beat. Logan noticed
but didn't care because Remy was wrapped so warm and
so incredibly close to his chest that the thought of
disturbing the situation quickly left his mind. He
just continued to hold his lover close and let him
sway to whatever music was playing in that beautiful
head of his.

The night was going to be perfect...

*****

Scott and Jean talked quietly as they walked hand in
hand back to their boathouse home. They still acted
like newlyweds and Scott hoped that they always would.
Jean giggled suddenly and Scott stopped. " What's so
funny?"

She giggled again and leaned into his side. " I was
thinking about dinner." she smiled up at him, " Did
you know that Remy was holding Logan's hand under the
table?"

Scott's happy mood suddenly turned very serious.
" What?"

" Remy was holding Logan's hand." She squeezed Scott's
to emphasize the point. She looked up into his visor
and frowned. " Scott, you don't have a problem with
that do you?" He didn't answer and she shook her head.
" Honestly Scott, Remy is falling hard for Logan. What
difference does it make? You never cared when he was
with Rogue."

Scott didn't want to get into this again. When Jean
told him a few weeks ago that they had become involved
it made his stomach turn. He was hoping it was just
Gambit trying to bed everyone in the house that he
could but it didn't seem to be going away. He and
Wolverine WERE easier to get along with now and it
would keep Wolverine from sniffing around Jean's skirt
for a while so he let it go. Now it looked like it
might actually be turning into something and it had to
be stopped. " Honey, I just want what's best for the
team. I admit that since Gambit-"

" Remy. He has a name Scott. We have to stop treating
him so badly, you and I included. It's childish and
cruel."

" Whatever.It won't last. Nothing does with Gam-
Remy."

Jean read the rest of his thought and let go of his
hand. " Scott! That's just plain mean! Remy is NOT
like that!" The words "whore" and "slut" were just
popping from his mind. She looked up at her husband
and sighed, " I don't want to have this fight again,
please?"

He reached for her hand and kissed it. " I don't
either. Let's just agree to disagree for now okay? I
want to think about US not the two of them... never
mind." He kissed her brow and they continued to the
boathouse and closed the shades. He was determined to
get the picture of his two MALE teammates together out
of his mind any way he could.

TBC