PART 1

Waiting outside of Wolverine's bedroom, Bobby nervously twisted his
fingers around the hem of his shirt wondering if he should knock. *Well,
of course you should knock you idiot, * he berated himself. *Not like
you're gonna' just bust in on him. He could be naked or something…*

Happily, he let himself get sidetracked for a moment indulging in that
little mental image… "Mmmm, bet he looks nice, naked…" *I can see how
Gambit could fall for him, all muscles and heat…Bet he gets TOTALLY out
of control in the sack too…Like an animal…*

"Like an animal that's going to tear you limb from limb, Drake," he
reminded himself.

"Might as well get this over with." While his mind was made up, his body
it seemed had other ideas.

"Knock," he told himself firmly when his hand didn't make contact with
the wood.

"Just lift your hand and…"

Sighing deeply he dropped his arm back to his side. *He could want to
talk to you about any number of things, Bobby…*

*Yeah, right. *

Actually, he had a pretty good idea about why he'd been summoned, but
all things considered he was hoping to put the entire humiliating
experience behind him. Unfortunately, it didn't look like that was going
to happen anytime soon.

Once again, he looked at the note that he'd found stuck to his door.

MY ROOM 9:00pm.
L.

"Sheesh, Bobby, Pull yourself together. Just because EVERYONE ELSE
knows, doesn't mean that Logan does… Riiiight."

*Mental note: Never fall asleep on the couch when there are people
around…ESPECIALLY JUBILEE. *

"Fuck!"

It wasn't like it was a secret that Bobby had a crush on Gambit; he'd
stalked him throughout the mansion and leered at him over the breakfast
table enough times… But by the time he'd gotten around to admitting it
to himself, he was too late. His obsession had been snatched up by
Wolverine and would remain just that, an obsession.

Wolverine made sure that everyone knew that the Cajun was his too,
especially Bobby; Nothing overt, just taking every opportunity to touch
the Acadian; cup his ass, stroke his hair whenever he was watching.

He had even gone so far as to make a few cruel comments on the slide
when no one else was around to hear just to drive the point home.

//"Looks pretty good today, don't he, Drake? Bet you don't know how many
ways there are make a body cum, do ya', Drake? Touch that boy just about
anywhere an' th' kid goes crazy…"// It was sheer torture.

"Damnit Logan, what do you expect after putting all those thoughts in my
head, huh?" Bobby snarled to himself. "Fine. You wanna' talk, we'll
talk. So, I had a dream about your boyfriend. Big fuckin' deal. It's not
like I did it on purpose, but you know what? I LIKED IT!"

He stuck his chin out at the door. "I LIKED it," he repeated, "and you
know what? I'm probably going to do it AGAIN! How do you like that?" he
said smugly to the mahogany.

Again though, his annoying little voice had to put things back into
perspective for the diluted youth. *You had an erotic dream about
Wolverine's boyfriend, Bobby, and now he wants to see you. In private…
WOLVERINE'S BOYFRIEND, BOBBY. WOLVERINE! Wonder how he'd feel if he knew
that you and Gambit weren't the only people in that dream…*

*Oh, butt out! * He thought angrily.

"He's still a teammate, AND a friend. He's not going to do anything
stupid," he tried to convince himself. "They were just words anyway…
could've meant anything."

*Mmmm, Oh yeeaaahhh, Remmmyyy… *

"…Face it, Drake, you're dead."

Pacing in front of the door he tried to come up with a plausible and
more importantly BLAMELESS reason for the dream. "Okay, so I'm a
sexually frustrated, single, gay super hero that lives in a house with a
bunch of GREAT LOOKING guys. I'm under a huge amount of stress-what with
protecting the planet from evil dudes and all. I'm a virgin. A GAY
virgin …I'd haf'ta' be DEAD not to think Gambit's hot… "

"Oh God, I AM dead, aren't I?" Quickly, he made a mental list of all of
his worldly possessions and the people that would make the most out of
them..

*Come on, Bob'o, what's the worst thing he could possibly do to you?
Really. * His mind was momentarily bombarded with images of adamantium
and blood and entire solar systems of pain.

<Shudder>

*But if you don't go in there, he's going to take it as twice the
insult. Then he really WILL kill you. *

"There's no easy way out of this, is there?" Spinning on his heel, Bobby
collapsed against the wall beside the door with a thud. *Ooops…*

An exceptionally loud thud apparently, because the sound was met with a
sweet, Cajun inflected reply.

"C'm in."

*Oh shit, when did HE get home? *

Wolverine had been outright avoiding him for days, which was fine with
Bobby; Logan taking some time to cool off was definitely a GOOD idea,
but Remy had been away on a mission and had missed the entire fiasco.

*Until last night… Oh man…Wolverine must have told him by now. OH HOW
HUMILIATING! *

*Can'tdothiscan'tdothiscan'tdothis. RUN.*

He turned to make a hasty retreat, but a large hand clamped over his
shoulder and spun him back around before he'd taken even a step. As
Black hair and blue eyes filled his vision he froze. Almost literally.

*Black and blue, how disconcertingly appropriate, * his inner voice
mocked him.

*Deep breaths, Bobby. Deep breaths… Okay, JUST BREATHE! For God's sake,
they're not going to kill you. Play it cool, Drake, Play it cool. *

"L-L-oga… Uh, Wolver… Umm, h-h-hi," he finally managed to stammer. "You
wanted to see me?" he asked innocently.
 

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Leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across his bare chest, cigar
clamped tightly in his teeth and a snarl kissing his lips, Wolverine
stared Bobby down menacingly. "You're late, Drake."

"I-I-I-"

He didn't need Wolverine's keen senses to smell the sweat and sex
emanating from the room and his groin stirred from the heavy scent as
his imagination filled in the salacious scenes that must have gone on in
there just a short time before. He tried to force out something
resembling an apology, for nothing and everything, but this time it was
Gambit's turn to drive him to distraction.

Once again those melodic Cajun patios filled Bobby's ears and the very
air around him seemed to thicken making it difficult to breathe." 'ey,
mon ami, in or out, y' let'n 'n a draft," he muttered lazily.

The sound seemed to immediately capture Wolverine's full attention and
as the irritable older man turned away from him, Bobby breathed a
premature sigh of relief. Even while thanking his lucky stars and a
certain Cajun for buying his ass a few more precious seconds of life, he
couldn't resist taking a quick peak into the bedroom before kissing said
ass goodbye.

Cautiously, he peered around Wolverine. *Might as well die happy, right?
…Oh…Oh wow…Shouldn't a' done that. *

Remy lay on the bed, naked to the waist. His hands were clasped behind
his head, and on his lips he wore an impish smile. His hair, loose,
strewn about the black silk bedding beneath him in complete disarray
completed a picture of pure and utter abandon.

His posture was slack and relaxed, his whole body seemingly humming with
contentment, and then he stretched. Taut muscles unfolding languidly,
hypnotically. That slender body, firm and corded pulling tighter, and
yet the motion itself flowed as smooth and as fluid as the expensive
silk sheet that was draped carelessly across his lap.

Bobby had to fight back the urge to move with him, to groan and sigh and
stretch out too as though he was in that body, feeling just as sated and
obviously well used but luckily he managed to pull himself together
before thoroughly embarrassing himself.

The God's of will power, Bobby decided, were obviously conspiring
against him though, because the young Acadian decided to take that
moment to sit up. As he did that already dangerously low twist of
fabric, that with the airiest of touches caressed those lean hips and
pooled around deliciously tanned upper thighs, drifted down a little
further.

"Uh, 'ello, Bobby…" Gambit smiled slyly.

Bobby couldn't speak. His mind was a blank slate, and though blushing
fiercely, it seemed impossible for him to tear his eyes away from Remy,
partly out of fear of facing Wolverine, but mostly because Remy wasn't
making any effort to cover himself up.

With great effort though, he forced himself to face Wolverine,
internally bracing himself for some form of physical retaliation.
Instead however, he watched in amazement as his teammate seemed to be…

*Checking me out? Naw, You're seeing things, Bobby. Wishful thinking.
Sensory overload or something like that. * Suddenly, his jeans felt two
sizes too small.

*Yeah, I can just see trying to explain this… Hey Wolvie, not only do I
want to fuck your BOYFRIEND through the mattress but this boner's for
you. Want to come and get it or should I just save you the trouble and
tear it off for you? Shit, I gotta' get outta' here.*

"You-you guys look like you want to be alone. I'll-I'll just come
back…later." The words came out forced and wispy and sounding more like
a suggestion than anything else and yet, Bobby stayed stone still unable
to will himself to move.

Still at the door, Wolverine watched him patiently waiting for him to do
something…anything, but Drake seemed to lack the necessary motivation.
So, shaking his head and hiding his amusement, he pulled the younger
X-man into the room by his shirt, shut the door behind him.

Steadying himself, he let a snarl creep onto his face and aimed it at
Drake. Inside however, he was chuckling at the bright red wash that had
crept into Bobby's cheeks and was now beginning to take hold around his
throat. There was no doubt in Logan's mind that-that flourish of color
was, at this very moment snaking its way further down the young man's
body and he shuddered at the mental image that the thought presented.
That pale young skin being lightly kissed with a tint of pink heating
its soft smoothness to the touch.

He purred but it sounded to Bobby like growl and his chest tightened.
Wolverine's baby blues felt as though they were boring a hole right
through him fiercer than one of Cyke's optic blasts and twice as hot.

Suddenly he felt the urge to run, and uttering a muffled excuse, he
turned to make his escape but instead, ran face first into the door.
"Shit… One min…just hafta'…" he struggled with the knob but was
trembling so hard he couldn't get his hands to obey him. "Fuck…"

Gambit shook his head disapprovingly at Wolverine for purposely
intimidating the already nervous boy. " 'aven fun, Cher?"

"Haven't even begun, Gumbo," he winked, forcing Gambit to hide a
chuckle.

"Take it easy, Bobby," Remy soothed.

Tightly, Bobby squeezed his eyes shut against his growing anxiety. *I
don't want to hear this.*

"Look, Gambit, I know you probably heard about what happened and I'd
appreciate it if we could just forget about it, okay?" Bobby's voice
sounded desperate even to his own ears and he could just imagine the
look of pity that must be on his friend's face.

"Sorry, Drake," came Wolverine's gruff reply. "Can't do that."

Bobby rested his forehead against the door in silent resignation. He
knew Logan wasn't going to literally kill him, but the reality of it
seemed so much worse, a serious lecture about his feelings. The 'you'll
find someone one day' speech. *God this sucks…*

"I been tryin' to be real understandin' 'bout this, givin' ya' subtle
hints an' all but ya' jus' don't seem ta' get it," Wolverine continued.

Turning back into the room Bobby tried to find a comfortable place to
aim his gaze while he was read the riot act. Looking at Gambit was too
humiliating and the daggers that he was sure were shooting out of
Wolverine's eyes felt almost tangible. Unfortunately, his traitorous
eyes decided for him, settling on the sparse sprinkling of russet hair
that was now fully exposed on the Cajun's lower belly.

"I'm sorry, Logan," he said ashamed. "I'll move out of the mansion if
you want."

Gambit's eyes went wide. "Bobby! What de 'ell are y' talkin' 'bout?"

Wolverine stalked over to the bed and settled down next to Remy, shock
evident on his face as well. Absently, he placed his hand on Gambit's
naked shoulder and rubbed it soothingly.

"See," Bobby said as though he'd been vindicated. "That's what I'm
talking about. I know it's wrong of me, but I can't do this anymore,
watching you two..."

Logan smiled what seemed to be a triumphant grin. "You mean touch each
other?"

"Yes."

Remy rolled over to face Wolverine and smiled. " Y' mean like dis?" he
confirmed.

Nuzzling lovingly against Logan's chest, Remy searched the thick mat of
dark hair with his lips until he found a pert pink nipple. Tugging
gently, he pulled at the plump sensitive nub with his teeth until Logan
groaned. He grinned devilishly against the captured flesh before taking
a sharp nip.

Logan's strong hands immediately slapped down around the naked flesh of
his biceps and squeezed hard as he pulled him away. He didn't fall prey
to Remy's remorseful pout either and gave his lover a stern stare.

"Ya' DON'T wanna' start THAT kind of play with me, Cajun," he warned
warmly but with an undertone of seriousness. Logan's control over his
more feral side was fleeting at best and Remy knew better than to test
him. Still, he couldn't help but smile as Remy, looking thoroughly
disciplined and repentant pressed his lips to the offended area and
grinned apologetically. Damn Cajun was too playful for his own good.

"Gonna' be the death of me, boy," he murmured as he pushed the chuckling
Acadian off and turned his attention back to Bobby. "Now, that what you
were talkin' 'bout, kid?" he asked voice raspy and coarse.

After having taken a moment to recover from the lewd display, Bobby's
face went three shades of crimson. " I get it okay? He's YOURS! You two
make the perfect fuckin' couple! There's no need to rub it in!" Bobby
fumed. "It was ONE FUCKIN' DREAM! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

"Yer really thick, ya' know that, Drake?"

Bobby was thoroughly confused. "WHAT?"

Nestling the slim body of his lover between his legs, Logan murmured
into his ear. "This could take all night, ya' know."

On his side, Remy groaned and pushed back further, the warm denim coarse
against his barely protected rear. "Mmm, don' tease m' like dat, Cher.
Ain't nice," cooed as he wrapped himself in Wolverine's tight embrace.

"C'mere, Bobby."

"This your idea of teaching me a lesson, making me watch the two of you
together? You're fuckin' cruel, you know that?" he snapped as he paced
the length of the bed.

"Bobby…"

When he finally stopped to face them his cheeks were streaked with
tears. "WHAT?"

"I said c'mer."

The smile on Remy's lips ignited every frazzled nerve ending in Bobby's
body and he stared longingly into those soothing red on black depths
trying decide what to do. He was hurt, he was confused and most of all,
he was horny as hell.

"Drake." Wolverine simply pat the bed in front of Gambit. "Would ya'
jus' si'down fer a minute?" And with no more prompting than a crooked
finger from Gambit, Bobby found himself moving toward the edge of the
bed.

"What do YOU want, Bobby?" Wolverine asked gruffly.

"Shit, Logan, I don't know what you want me to say. You know what I want
and I don't understand why you're doing this to me…" His voice was small
and pleading as he sat down.

"Humor me."

Gambit gently rested his hand on Bobby's thigh. "Y' wan' t' kiss me,
Bobby?" he asked huskily. "Dat it?"

"Yes," he practically sobbed. "I'm-I'm sorry."

Then Remy's hand cupped his cheek and his smile was just as gentle as
his touch. "Why y' sorry, Cher? I wan' y' t' kiss me."

"What? But you're… And Wolverine's been…"

"Been tryin' to get you in here for weeks, Drake. Like I said, thick as
a brick."

Gambit looked over his shoulder to Wolverine his eyes glowing fiercely.
"Guess w' jus' 'aft t' teach 'm den, non?"

"Yep," Logan agreed with a conspiratorial smile.

"Uh…Wha…" Bobby looked back and forth at the two men lying next to him.
"I don't understand." He wanted to believe what he was hearing but
didn't have a chance to process the information much less speak as
Remy's lips closed over his own. The kiss was chaste, Remy's lips
clinging slightly as they slowly parted, but Remy stayed near enough for
Bobby to still taste his breath.

"Understan' yet?" he whispered into Bobby's mouth.

Shaking his head no, Bobby pushed forward anyway and claimed those lips
for his own.
Grasping the long delicate fingers that had curled around his hip, he
held on for dear life as Remy happily devoured any hesitation along with
the breath from his lungs.

*This isn't happening. It can't be. Has to be another dream. A really
life like and amazing dream, but... *

"Mmmm…"

Remy's tongue was soft and probing, gentle, delicate and unhurried
against his own. He couldn't think and he didn't want to.

If it was a dream than so be it. He just wanted to let go, to
experience, to feel the sweetness and warmth, to taste, to touch and to
be touched. And as if his mind was being read, another arm coiled around
his waist and snaked up the back of his shirt.

He felt himself pulled down into the pillows and shuddered as Gambit's
body was pressed closer. The two of them moaning into each other's
mouths in gentle unison as their sensitive erections touched for the
first time, grinding together through a thin separation of cotton and
silk.

Logan swept the soft and gentle slopes of Bobby's bare skin. It was
tender compared to Remy's firm muscle, translucent as opposed to sun
kissed gold, but just like Remy, Drake was unbelievably responsive to
his touch, even while lost in their deep throated kissing, alternating
lips and tongues hungry and suckling, he couldn't get enough.

As Remy moved to Bobby's throat; delivering sharp nips that suspended
themselves between pleasure and pain, Bobby begged him for more. "Oh
God, Remy, don't stop. Logan, please!"

Boldly, he dipped into the waistband of Bobby's shorts to give those
soft virgin globes and gentle squeeze and was rewarded as Bobby trembled
and pushed back. "Damn yer hot boy," he growled appreciatively.

Broken from his stupor, Bobby smiled self consciously. Remy was smiling
at him and brought his hands between them to run his fingers under the
hem of Bobby's shirt, caressing his remarkably muscular stomach.

With a gentle touch, Logan trailed his fingers against the heated flush
that filled Bobby's cheeks. "Understand yet, Drake?"

Even though he was nodding, a low whispered no fell from his lips. Then,
biting his lip, he smiled coyly.

"I think maybe I should try that again just to be sure."

THE END…. ?