Author: Jenn (stealthlamb)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sexual situations between two/three men. You must be 18yrs. or older to view this material. It is graphic. If this sort of thing bothers you, don't read it.

Disclaimer: The X-Men are property of Marvel and 20th Century Fox. I don't own them, nor do I make any money off of my work.

Pairing: Logan/Remy/Bobby

Summary: When Bobby gets caught having a wet dream about Wolverine's boyfriend, it's up to Logan to teach him a lesson.

Comments: Always appreciated

Archive: Logan_Remy. Anywhere else, ask first.

Notes: *…* indicates thought

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.

*******************

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."

PART 2

"Remy…Remy stop." Bobby flailed and tried to pull away but he was trapped.

Using his massive weight, Logan held him on his side pinned against the sleekness of Gambit's chest while Remy torturously fondled him with long purposeful strokes. The palm of his hand, slicked with pre-come slid effortlessly up and down Bobby's shaft and the half hearted struggle only added flare to the friction.

"No…Oh God…n-no."

Bobby tried pushing back to relieve the maddening hold that Remy had on his straining cock but instead of postponing his inevitable orgasm, his bare ass cheeks ground against the coarse denim crotch of Wolverine's jeans heightening his arousal and sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body.

"Please Remy, I don't wanna'…Not yet!" Bobby crooned. The bright red flush on his cheeks matched the tint of his swelling pink erection and both stood out beautifully against the starkness of his pale white skin.

"Shush kid, be over in a minute," Logan ordered huskily pressing his lips to the back of Bobby's shoulder. *Shit, it'll be over for both 'a us if ya' don't watch that tender lil' ass o' yours. *

They'd managed to divest the young blonde of most of his clothing save his socks; his underwear too still remained caught somewhere between his ankles and mid thighs. Not that he had put up a fight-not by any means, just that they had a hard time separating him from a warm body long enough to pull the cumbersome fabric free. But for all intensive purposes he was naked enough for his tormentors to accomplish their goal. And now, just a few short minutes later the boy lay imprisoned and panting, teetering on the edge of his first orgasm…. Well, the first one that he'd reached at the hands of someone else. And GOD what TALENTED hands they were.

"Oh God No…No-Logan! Uhhh…UHHH…" As the pitch of Bobby's cries picked up, Remy slyly grasped the pair of tightening balls in his free hand and gave a gentle squeeze.

"REMY! FUCK!" Tremors rocked Bobby's body as milky torrents of hot come spurted convulsively into the sheets.

Gambit nuzzled against Bobby's cheek as the young man collapsed against him. Their warm hands finally releasing him into blessed oblivion, his penis softening, sated and twitching as Bobby labored to catch his breath.

Coherent thought was slow in coming to him, and watching Logan thoroughly lick and suck every last drop of HIS cum from Remy's fingers, while against his stomach, Gambit lazily writhed through the sticky mass wasn't helping matters any. Against his neck, hot breath tickled maddeningly, forcing up yet another bout of post coital trembling.

"How'd dat feel, Cher?" Gambit finally whispered.

Bobby laughed meekly. "It was …short. Sorry."

"F'what?"

Bobby dislodged his arm from underneath Gambit's side and held up a cream slicked finger. "Couldn't hold out."

Taking his hand by the wrist, Gambit pulled it toward him and sucked insatiably while holding Bobby captive by his gaze. Like a pro, his tongue swirled around the tip cleaning off the last drops of the sweet juice before nipping the sensitive webbing in between once for good measure.

Red on black orbs tore through him as Remy smiled, slowly pulling the finger from his mouth and spilling free a ribbon of spittle sending it trickling down his chin. "Wasn' dat da point?" he asked throatily.

With his mouth agape, Bobby could only nod dumbly and watch as Gambit pulled the sheet over his head, disappearing, sensuously slithering down his body presumably to tap the source of the salty nectar. "Yeah, but… I…wanted to…. ."

His train of thought was quickly derailed by the path that Gambit's tongue was traveling; around his belly, over his hips and between his legs, lapping hungrily every square inch of cream soaked skin while maddeningly avoiding his reawakening shaft. "Lower…" Bobby pleaded, arching his back determined to connect with that hot mouth, but Remy seemed equally resolute to circumvent his erection.

All too soon the warmth retreated, and Bobby groaned. His brow furrowed and his lips pursed in frustration. "Tease," he grumbled angrily as Remy came up for air.

"Tease?" Remy exclaimed feigning insult with a crooked grin. "Remy ain' even b'gun t' tease ya', Cher."

Climbing to his knees the silk sheet slipped away completely finally giving Bobby a full frontal view of his perfectly contoured frame. His eyes drank in the hard muscle and subtle dips from head to toe before being drawn in by the bright auburn thicket of well manicured curls that surrounded his impressively rigid erection.

Even on his knees he towered over the younger boy who stared on in awe. "God you're beautiful," was all he could manage.

"'An y' were expectin'…?" Remy only half chided as he absently touched himself.

Bobby shuddered as a warm wave of heat engulfed his body courtesy of Remy's charm. Tentatively he reached out to stroke Remy's thigh, but the Cajun pulled back grinning evilly.

"Remy, please."

"Please what, Bobby?" he asked thickly, licking his lips and running his hand across his flat abdomen. Between his legs, his heavy cock stood out proudly, all nine inches throbbing with need and swaying hypnotically in rhythm with his gyrating his hips.

Bobby thought about it for a minute but realized that he really didn't know what he was asking. All he knew was that he was going burst if he couldn't get closer to the groin mere inches away from his own. He started to reach out to the Cajun, but Remy snatched his wrists up and in a flash had them contained, his long fingers imprisoning both of them in one of his own.

"Uh uh," he reprimanded. "What da magic word?"

"I said please!" Bobby insisted, but Gambit, with a sly grin only shook his head hell bent on making the spiky haired youth beg for all that he was worth.

Biting his tongue and letting it hang precariously from his lips, Bobby thought hard, only his mind was filled with that body and nothing else. "Pretty please?" he ventured hopefully. And again, Gambit shook his head eliciting a disapproving chuckle from Logan who now stood by the dresser with his re-lit cigar in hand watching the scene with an all too knowing smirk. Charmer that he may be, Remy LeBeau could be a real shit when he wanted to.

"Oh fuck, I don't know." Desperately, Bobby looked to Logan for help and was rewarded by a cunning wink and devilish smile.

*Can't say I didn't warn 'im. * Logan thought to himself…

After snubbing out his cigar, he took a minute to drink in the unguarded view of Remy's beautiful build from behind; lank and yet well contoured, the breadth of his shoulders broad, every muscle rippling and rolling gently beneath taut gold skin. His waist was slim, exquisitely narrow as it tapered down seamlessly into the sharp plains of his angular equally trim hips. But the cincher was his ass; tight, ample, firm globes ripe for the taking. A bod built for sex and an owner that flaunted it with practiced ease.

*Not this time…* Logan grinned. *Payback time, kid…* Unbeknown to Remy who continued to taunt Bobby mercilessly, Wolverine stalked up behind him.

"What's da magic…"

Catching Bobby's eye, Logan silently motioned for him to roll out of the way on his word and Bobby's eyes positively glowed with amusement. In traditional X-men fashion, the maneuver went smoothly; as soon as the shock of being grabbed from behind hit Remy, Bobby was able twist his hands free and roll off the bed.

"…word--UMPH!"

Pushing him face down on the mattress, Wolverine twisted Remy's arms behind his back and breathed heavily in his ear. "Warned ya' about teasin', didn't I boy," he growled headily.

Remy's heart sped up and his dick instantly stiffened. "Now, what do ya' s'pose I do about this?"

Using any leverage he could in his precarious position to bring that hard body into contact with his own, Gambit thrust his ass into Logan's groin. "Fuck me, Logan," he moaned brokenly. "Fuck me, please."

"Drake?" Logan smiled.

*Oh yeah, * his mind screamed. *I'll fuck him and you can fuck me, just like in my dream!* But then he thought better of it "Mmm, I say we make him suffer," he grinned back. Obviously the answer that Wolverine was looking for because he seemed very pleased.

PART 3

Running his tongue across his teeth, Logan smiled, an unholy gleam shining in his eyes. He grabbed Remy by the shoulder and flipped the younger man onto his back, both men's breath already blowing in rapid succession, raw and hot as their eyes met.

Though he loved the gentle touch with which he and Logan normally shared, Remy found himself missing the fuckwords and harsh treatment that he'd grown accustomed to over the years, a side that Wolverine possessed but normally restrained for lack of control. Now though, with Bobby's presence, Logan was apparently going to allow himself to let go a little…

Gambit was already squirming his body humming from the forceful handling; barely contained excitement vibrating tangibly about the room. He reached forward to pull the larger man to him, but his wrists were seized midair and pushed back over his head.

"Let's see how YOU like it," Wolverine breathed thickly.

As much as Logan had wanted to sink into that warm body his mind told him that he couldn't. Remy's restraint over his charm power was as tenuous as Logan's over his animalistic savagery and at the moment, that hold for both of them was almost nonexistent.

He shook his head toward Bobby seeing effect that the play was having on the insatiable Cajun. He was obviously enjoying the torment A LOT MORE than his two companions had when the rolls were reversed, his eyes beaming with a luster of amusement.

*Well, we'll just hafta' see about that…* Logan smirked to himself.

"Whats'say you an' me teach this boy what teasin' is all about, hmmm Drake?" He smiled as Bobby's crystalline eyes glazed over brightly, absolute mischief radiating through.

Slowly he moved, Logan's fingers delicately painting Gambit's wrists with a feather light stroke as he navigated the firm flesh. Over his solid forearms and tightly wired biceps his fingers mapped a tantalizing route, across his armpits, the soft fur spiraling around his thick fingers as they played through the dampness.

Remy was breathless but it had little to do with the touch and everything to do with the dominant game play. Fighting his own body's growing urgency, he waited impatiently for more intimate contact, his arms straining against the pillows resisting the draw of Logan's warm skin.

The full expanse of Gambit's chest tightened as Logan bent down to plunder a mouthful of flesh. While brutalizing one stiff peaked nipple with his teeth, he used his free hand to twist and roll the other pebble hard nub roughly between his callused fingers until soft groaning mews filled the room and Remy began to wriggle.

Mindlessly, he brought his hand down to caress the hard body assaulting him but Bobby was there to press him back into the pillows. Brief shock flashed beneath heavily sedate lids at the corrupt look in Bobby's eyes.

"Lemme touch y' Bobby," he pleaded, squirming against the bed, but Bobby shook his head and pressed his fingers firmly against Remy's lips.

Logan looked up curiously wondering how Drake would handle himself, betting that the kid would instantly turn to jelly now that those disobedient fingers were working their way toward his body despite the warning. However, Bobby once again caught Remy's wandering hands and shoved them flush to the pillows with more authority than before. If that had impressed Logan, he was absolutely awed by Bobby's next move. Kneeling on the side of the bed completely focused on those red on black eyes, Bobby cupped his hand underneath his erection and held to Remy's lips.

"Suck me," he demanded in a raucous whisper. He was pleased when, not only did Remy comply, but a pleasure filled moan spilled from his lips as he engulfed the swollen shaft, dark eyes never wavering from the intense, lust filled baby blues.

Bobby squeaked as a furnace of fire enveloped him. But even as his body succumbed; his flesh melting into liquid heat and fingers raking through a silken tangle of hair, he still had the presence of mind to push the young Acadian back down when his head lifted off the pillows to draw more length into his mouth.

"Just the tip," Bobby challenged wickedly. He pulled back a little and smiled smugly as he watched the surprise play across Remy's face. Cupping Remy's chin, he brought his groin back to Gambit's lips carefully allowing the Cajun only enough slack in his movements to access the crown.

"Mmmm, be-better," Bobby stammered trying to hold himself together as Gambit's tongue worked around the hard rim of his cock head, his fully extended tongue traversing the thick edge before settling in to suckle contently.

"God damn, Remy," Bobby moaned, his hips beginning to swivel slowly. He wanted to thrust full into that mouth, force himself down Remy's throat. If Remy could give him that much pleasure just nursing the tip…

"Oh fuck…" He could feel Wolverine's glare on him and glanced up to see an approving gaze before his own eyes rolled into the back of his head lost in the lushness of Remy's mouth.

Half stunned and at full mast thanks to Bobby's little performance, Logan growled lustily before his senses were suddenly bombarded by the pungent sent of Remy's arousal drifting up from between his legs. His keen senses were rarely wrong and right now his nose and ears were telling that both boys were equally enjoying the dominant play…

*Well now, don' wanna' disappoint 'em…* Logan grinned, deciding first off, to repay the mischievous Cajun in kind for what he had done to Bobby earlier.

Pursuing the heady musk he followed his nose down the sparsely sprinkled hairline across Remy's abdomen with his tongue, laving everything BUT the thick erection weeping deliciously across his stomach. However, sensitive to even the slightest touch, Remy remained blissfully oblivious to any 'lacking' caresses there may or may not have been and drew his knees up, placing his feet flat against the mattress, wontonly inviting Logan down to nuzzle against his balls.

The purring and cooing captivated Bobby. From the resonance of the lustful symphony coming from Gambit he had expected to see Logan doing much of the same to him; bringing him off deliciously with his mouth, but he wasn't. He was barely touching him.

He watched intently every reaction; from the slightest shudder under a half hooded lid to the comfortable crooning murmur around his cock. It was all etched beautifully on Remy's exquisite face and completely due to the contentment of having HIS stiff flesh in his mouth. It left Bobby surprised and wondering if everyone derived THAT much pleasure from sucking cock or just Remy.

Mahogany bangs flopped heavily over a sweat soaked brow as Remy struggled to maintain oral contact on Bobby with his lushly swollen lips. Tentatively, Bobby fingered the succulent pink brims, one finger curiously slipping in beside his own cock amazed that Remy's talented tongue probed the digit as well while taking nothing away from the glorious suction around his member.

Red on black eyes focused on him. Despite the sensations being inflicted upon his senses both above and below, Remy remained fiercely absorbed in Bobby, his eyes, his skin, his cock. The naked wonder on his face alone, making Remy ache inside.

Bobby's body trembled harder as they stared at each other, his orgasm beginning to build. But abruptly, those liquid pools of midnight lust snapped shut and a shallow groan began to churn from deep within Remy's chest. He gasped, but somehow it found vocalization and came out as whimper, sweet and desperate around Bobby's cock.

Finding it somewhat difficult to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing site of Gambit's almost painful euphoria, Bobby turned to the foot of the bed to try and get a glimpse of what Logan had done just then to evoke THAT particular response from him. Though he had come to believe in these last twenty minutes or so that the young Cajun was sensitive to just about any kind of touch just about ANYWHERE on his beautiful body, THAT sound warranted further investigation.

#OHMYGOD! #

He wasn't even sure if he'd said it aloud but it really didn't matter. He knew that if Logan felt even an eighth of what was travelling though his loins right now it wouldn't have been heard, and as for Remy, nothing could have penetrated the wash of lust rolling off of him in waves.

Logan was on his knees and that right there was enough to push Bobby's thoroughly sex fried brain over the edge. A man as strong as Wolverine, as commanding, brutal and fierce and masculine as Wolverine on his knees probing Remy with his tongue. His mouth lapping sweetly across Remy's puckered hole; his lips occasionally kissing the sensitive twitching entrance before his sharp edged tongue lasciviously darted in to invade the depths while he himself, growled uncontrollably.

And there was that noise again and the vibrations in a puff of hot air traveled up through Bobby's cock from Remy's lips making his entire body shiver. God, he wanted to know what that felt like; the soft, slick coated muscle slithering inside him, caressing him with warmth, and before he knew what was happening, Remy's hands were guiding him to straddle his chest in sweet invitation.

*I can't!* his brain screamed even as his body mindlessly followed.

He felt embarrassed as softly an unobtrusive touch ghosted over his heated crevice before opening him up. A strangled moan blew gently across the sensitive skin; Remy's, and Remy's tongue dipped in rimming his puckered entrance with practiced ease. Bobby gasped and tried to pull away but Remy held firm.

"Relax Chere," he murmured, leaving a delicate kiss on one cherished lobe. Bobby nodded but remained tense as Gambit took another taste.

"Wan' Remy t' stop?" Gambit whispered feeling Bobby's muscles knot beneath his fingers.

To lose this incredible closeness made Bobby's stomach flip. "NO!" he blurted out then blushed as both Logan and Gambit snickered. "I-I mean…I'm just nervous."

"Mmm, then why don't you find somet'in' t' take y' mind off of it?" Remy offered suggestively, his voice thick and Bobby's eyes drifted uncertainly toward Wolverine.

Taking the initiative, Logan abandoned his oral assault on Remy's ass and leaned forward to capture Drake's mouth in a distracting kiss, while simultaneously inserting his thumb inside Remy to replace his tongue. The sharp intrusion elicited another alluring sound from the over stimulated Cajun and as Remy moaned and wiggled down onto the finger, his cock bobbed gently against his stomach.

Taking him by the hand, his mouth still plundering the young blonde's, Logan wrapped their entwined fingers around Gambit's cock and Gambit squeezed Bobby hard from behind bucking gently against the warmth.

"Please Bobby," he begged.

Bobby's eyes lay hungrily on Gambit's beautiful cock. He wanted to take Remy into his mouth, to be filled with Remy from both ends, but his brain was short circuiting from the attention being lavished on his already trembling body.

Logan could feel Bobby's desire and smiled. Bobby looked unsteadily at him, but Logan didn't let him think about it as he brought his hand to rest on the back of his head, steering him down, his free hand holding Remy's dick. "Don't think about it, just do it."

As Bobby inched down he felt Remy shift and his own cock was once again encompassed in searing warmth, Remy's mouth mirroring what Bobby was about to do to him.

Ravenously, Bobby took in as much of the nine plus inches of iron that he could in a single swallow, but soon regretted it. As the choking sound wafted up to Remy's ears, he soothingly stroked Bobby's tender ass.

"E-easy Cher," he gasped resisting the urge to thrust. "Relax y' t'roat," he instructed before going back to caressing Bobby with his tongue, starting a soothing and gentle rhythm for Bobby to follow.

Bobby nodded and tried again, this time allowing the velvet soft stiffness to fill his mouth slowly and savor the flavor, the salty natural spice of Remy. He moaned realizing for the first time that giving head WAS just as pleasurable as getting it and intensely began making love to Remy with his mouth.

Suddenly, Bobby gasped as Gambit's rigid tongue penetrated his tightly clamped entrance, Gambit's heavy cock falling instantly from his lips and slapping against Remy's belly forgotton in a wave of burning heat that filled his belly.

"UhhhhhhhhhhhUUUUUHHHHHH… Oh God, Remy, Remy, Remy…More…" He groaned as Logan's tongue quickly filled his mouth.

A finger now along with the tongue abused his senses and he drove himself down on it. "Oh yeah, yeah." He disconnected from Wolverine's mouth slowly swaying his head from side to side. He wanted more.

Once again he reached for Remy's dick but this time had to fight Logan for access to the sweet cream slicked tip. Dueling, they settled on sharing the slit in between attacking each other's mouths as they bathed Remy's loins with their burning tongues.

Bobby struggled to keep Remy's stem in his mouth, but was bucking too wildly as a second finger entered his ass. His back bowed upwards even as he tried re-capture the throbbing cock meat with his mouth, but the position made it impossible.

Bobby was out of his mind, his mouth hanging open as desperate cries to be filled wordlessly poured from his lips, so pulling down his Zipper, Logan finally released his own straining erection, and shoved it hard into Bobby's wide open mouth.

Taking to it now as though he'd been giving head his whole life, Bobby wrapped his fist around the root of Logan's penis and fisted the stiff meat as he swallowed down the rest, lips tight around the shaft, his tongue caressing the thick vein underneath.

Watching Bobby go down on Logan almost threw Remy over the edge and he felt the rumble begin deep in his gut. "Gonna' come…Logan…fuck, fuck…"

PART 4

"Ya' come, Cajun, and I ain' gonna' let Bobby here fuck ya. That what ya' want?"

Wolverine grinned as his fist clamped tight around Gamibt's throbbing erection. "You want me an' Bobby here ta' have a party of 're own?"

Delicately, he tipped Bobby's head back and kissed him deeply. His voice smooth as he ran his thumb over the blonde's tender pink lips. "'Cause that'd be fine with me."

Remy writhed against the coarse skin still imprisoning his cock. "Please Logan," he pleaded, his voice sounding almost pained.

Bobby made to move away, swinging his leg over the side of the bed, but Remy's fingers wrapped around his ankle before he was clear. "No, don't," he half laughed. " 'E's torturing me!"

Bobby smiled and looked up at Wolverine who motioned him off. "Think ya' c'n give 'im what 'e wants, Drake?" At the lusty tone of Logan's voice, Remy's fingers slipped free from Bobby's leg. As he continued speaking, Logan maneuvered Bobby between Gambit's legs.

The boy was tense, Wolverine could tell, and slightly apprehensive but above all else, there was excitement. It was radiating from his pores. Logan could smell it.

"Don't worry," he whispered dragging his hand across Bobby's stomach with his free hand. "He's ready for you. He wants you. Don't you Rem?" Tauntingly, he stroked eliciting a vigorous nod.

Bobby swallowed hard. "Is that really what you want, Rem?" He asked nervously, smiling as Remy bit his lip and nodded more emphatically. "You want me to take you?" He checked again, loving the sound of the words as they fell from his lips.

*His dick pushing into Remy's beautiful body, those long muscular thighs wrapping around his hips… Him, Robert Drake bedding Remy LeBeau….*

"Anytin' y' wan', Cher. Y' can do anyt'in you want with me…" he pleaded, his voice thick and heavy with seduction befitting the great romancer that he was rumored to be. "But do it now, please!" he suddenly whined, his lack of control shattering the spell as he tried desperately to get some friction going in Wolverine's tight grip. It was bad enough to have Wolverine teasing him mercilessly but he didn't need Bobby stringing him along as well.

Chuckling to himself at the spectacle, Logan moved to the head of the bed; maneuvering carefully so he wouldn't have to release Remy's engorged penis until he was good and ready. Then, grabbing a handful of hair, he pressed his lips against Gambit's forcefully.

"Such a little slut, ya' know that don't you," he whispered lustily into his lover's ear without removing either hand.

Gambit smiled seductively. " 'Y Know it, Cher."

Logan's eyes remained on Remy's, his face completely relaxed as he once again reassured Bobby. "I wanna' watch," he said in a gravely tone. "I wanna' watch both ma' boys…"

Bobby's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard, Logan's words taking away the last of his reserves. Slowly, he pressed himself against Remy's spit soaked hole, the tight entrance giving way reluctantly to the intrusion, as he continued to listen intently as Wolverine continued.

"I wanna' see your face as you take him for the first time," he said releasing Remy's cock, leaving just enough room in his grasp to stroke. Remy's hips instantly began to grind. "Wanna' swallow every whimper and sigh he makes. "

A small sob escaped Remy's lips as Bobby pierced past the first tight ring of muscle and Logan's entire mouth encompassed his, doing just that, filling his chest with the small grunts and operatic croons.

Remy thrust up, in turn forcing himself tighter and faster into the torturously slow rhythm that Logan was maintaining on his cock.

When Logan released his lips, Remy's tongue darted out furiously to taste the residual warmth, his glowing eyes reflecting into Logan's deep blue depths, immeasurable passion.

"Do it, Bobby," Remy breathed as he stared into Logan's eyes. "Fin-finish, Mon amore. Please!"

He was speaking to both of his lovers as his eyes drifted shut, ecstasy taking full reign on his senses. Nothing else existed for him except the pleasure of touch. No more words were necessary, for none would penetrate his sex induced fog.

Logan stroked him faster. One hand gliding perpetually over shaft, the other caressing his face as Bobby drove himself home.

Remy reached out grabbing hold of Wolverine's shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscular flesh as Bobby sped up. "God Logan…can't last…" Bobby panted. His thrusts became shorter and Wolverine knew that Bobby was very close.

Picking up the pace, he massaged Remy's cock from base to tip, adding a slight twist at the head just the way Remy liked it. Suddenly the Cajun's body stiffened. His stomach muscles visibly trembled and tightened and he came, his hot cream spraying across his belly and chest as his hips jerked sporadically.

"Oh fuck!" Bobby cried out in surprise as the first spasms of Remy's orgasm began milking his cock. Moaning and shaking, he came with one last thrust that buried him to the root, his come shooting deep into Gambit's ass before he collapsed.

"That was amazing," Bobby finally murmured as he swiped his sweaty face across Remy's stomach.

"Mmmm…" Remy mumbled in agreement as he drifted off to asleep.

Logan helped his boys get comfortable, the two of them too listless and too content to move of their own volition and he covered them loosely with the sheet. His eyes drank in the gratified expressions on both of their faces as they slept, their bodies entwined together underneath his protective embrace.

Gently, he swiped a lock of damp blonde hair from Bobby's forehead tickling the young boy's nose. He smiled as a hand sleepily rose, vigorously rubbing away the itch before falling back around Remy's hip, neither boy waking or making another sound.

They were beautiful together, sated and snuggling and smelling of sex. Logan's dick twitched. He hadn't come.

Smiling, he switched off the light and curled around Bobby's backside.

There was always tomorrow. Bobby still had a lot to learn.

THE END

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Jennifer Rosen 2002