Title: Raw

Author: Lornadane ([email protected])

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Havok

Series/Sequel: Sequel to A Summer Seduction

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just angst 'em and make them do nasty and erotic things. Marvel gets to take them back when I'm finished. Damn.

Date: August 2000

Warning: As always it contains explicit sex. (Someday I swear I'm going to write a sweet little mooky story, though I think this has some mooky moments. You decide).

Feedback: Highly wished for. It's what I live for. Although writing is often a lot of fun too.

Notes: I haven't finished this one. I have some ideas for an ending, but it might take awhile. I'm a procrastinator extraordinaire. If you nag me enough I might get to it.

Unofficial contest: I had a real hard time with the title, then it just came to me. It's not the greatest title, but if anyone can figure out why I titled it this way, I'll write a short story for you with any X-character you choose. :)

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Raw

By Lornadane

 

Two ice-blue eyes peered out of the shadow of the woods in anger and disgust, watching the two naked men lying in a lust satisfied embrace. Logan had come upon Remy Lebeau and Alex Summers just as the men were reaching their climax. His eyes narrowed. Gumbo was playing that boy for a fool, Logan was sure. Playing head games with a man who didn't need that kind of pressure in his life right now. Certainly not from a charming rogue like Gambit.

Logan had come home last night after a few weeks in Madripoor straightening out some affairs of his and visiting Yukio and his ward, to find that Alex Summers had returned from the dead. He'd been elated. The first really good news in a long while. Leave it to the kid to be alive after all these months. Few people really knew the special place Alex held in Logan's heart after that long ago Mexican caper that had happened back during the Australian Desert days. Alex himself might have been shocked to realize how protective Logan was of him, like a kid brother.

But Alex hadn't come back from the dead to a warm family reunion. Scott had died and Lorna was off on Genosha with Magneto. And from what Logan could garner from Jean, the kid hadn't much wanted to come back from wherever he'd been anyway. He was in a world of hurt and Logan hadn't been sure how to help him, never having been that all that good at comforting to begin with. He'd kept his distance at first. But then, figuring at least to let Alex know he'd be there for him, he'd caught his scent down by the lake.

Apparently Remy had gotten there first. Logan hadn't paid much attention to the X-men gossip concerning Remy's sexual adventures. The Cajun was good in fight and he'd watched Logan's back the few times the gruff loner had needed it. That was all Logan needed to know. As long as Gambit kept his charm power directed away from him and didn't play his head games on other members of the team, Logan didn't give a damn what he did in his spare time. And as far as the whole Remy-Rogue relationship, Gambit's scent told Logan enough to know that the Cajun loved Rogue and wouldn't hurt her for the world.

Except here Gambit was now, fucking Alex Summers. A low growl began to emit from his throat. He was using the kid, and Logan needed to put a stop to it right now. Just as he moved to step out of the woods Alex stood up as if realizing what he'd just done. His face showed horror and disbelief. Logan melted back into the shadows to watch. A toothy grin erupted on his face when Alex decked Remy. But then he kissed the Cajun and Logan's eyes narrowed again.

Logan held his position while the two got dressed and then headed back up to the mansion, Gambit teasing Havok all the way. When they'd gone, he stepped out of the woods looking around uncertainly. There'd been contradictory signs from Alex. Logan was still fairly certain Gambit was playing with the man. But Alex had pretty much been aware of that. Or so it seemed. Tempted to confront the Cajun, Logan turned to head up to the mansion, but then thought better of it. Alex could look after himself. It was just the one time and maybe the kid had needed it to let off some steam. But he'd keep an eye on Gumbo just in case.

***

His head cradled on Remy's breast, Alex Summers rested in the sleep of the satiated, one arm thrown casually across his lover's waist. One of Alex's legs was draped over Remy's leg with his semi-erect groin pressing into the thigh. His breathing was slow and easy, peaceful. Remy could feel his lashes fluttering from one eye pressed deep into his flesh. Alex was dreaming. Hopefully, Remy mused, he was dreaming of this lovely night.

Lightly and lovingly, Remy stroked the back of Alex's neck and softly kissed the crown of his head. At the touch, Alex shifted his body and his cock rubbed hard along Remy's thigh in a highly suggestive manner. The Cajun felt his own member stir in arousal. He smiled to himself and kissed Alex's head again with just a touch more pressure.

"L...Lorna?" came a muggy, sleep-filled voice.

Remy sighed quietly and said, "No, cher. T'ough I can see how you could make dat mistake."

At the first sound of Remy's thick Cajun accent Alex started and looked up into his casual smile. The shock of realization eased quickly under that grin and he nestled his head back down into a shoulder. Mumbling an apology, Alex probed the flesh with his tongue and then began to run kisses up toward the base of Remy's neck.

"S'okay, mon couer. Keep dat up and you'll never 'ave to apologize to me again fer anyt'ing." Remy shuddered as Alex nipped an earlobe.

"No," the former X-man whispered into the ear he licked. "You're definitely not Lorna." The seductive understanding wasn't lost on Remy as Alex's hand came down softly on his erection. He felt just a slight hesitation in the movement. Quickly he turned his head to capture Alex's lips. They parted in welcome and he dipped his tongue in deep. Alex had been a fast learner once Remy had coaxed him back to his room with the promise of love and ecstasy. And now he eagerly demonstrated some of what he'd been taught by sucking Remy's tongue hard into his mouth adding tiny gentle bites with his teeth to increase the pleasure. In a moment Remy was writhing and moaning beside him.

His fingers curling tightly around Remy's cock, Alex broke the kiss and whispered, "Is it my turn now?" His other hand snaked under one of Remy's buttocks and a finger escaped to run suggestively around his puckered opening.

"S...sure," the Cajun rasped as his hips rose and fell, trapped between Alex's naive but knowingly instinctive hands. *De student has become de master* passed fleetingly through Remy's jumbled thoughts. Suddenly he wiggled out of his lover's grasp and turned on his side with a serious look on his face. One finger trailed aimlessly down between Alex's nipples. "But be gentle, cher."

When Alex snorted in amusement at what he took to be a joke, Remy punched him rapidly in the shoulder. "Hey!" he yelped rubbing the injured area with a pained look on his face.

"I'm serious," Remy replied. "It's been a while. I been wit Rogue and well... we never got very imaginative." He smiled then a little sadly perhaps, but still lighting up the room with his brightness and bringing a silly little grin to Alex's face.

"I tell you what," Alex growled with a deliciously wicked grin, "I'll be as gentle as you were that last time." Then he squirmed a little, letting Remy know by his body language just how very not gentle he had been.

The Cajun groaned and rolled on his back throwing an arm across his brow in feint resignation. "I'm in for it now, eh?"

With a bark of laughter, Alex bent down and took a nipple between his teeth. A heavy quiet came over the room punctuated occasionally by a rasp or moan of pleasure. Alex worked his way across Remy's chest sucking thoroughly on the twin rosy peak and then quickly made his way down Remy's belly until he reached the soft russet hair. As he looked back up he saw the Cajun's head thrown back hard against the pillows, his eyes closed and his lips moving as if in prayer. Alex could hear a soft "Mon Dieu" or "Bien". He smiled warmly amazed once again how much he was enjoying making Remy writhe in passion, making love to a man. If anyone had suggested a day ago that he'd be doing this he would have decked them.

But now, here he was in Remy's elegant comfortable four poster bed, tasting and smelling and kissing the soft cedar scented flesh of this man, and getting ready to take his prick deep into his mouth. And he was doing it all because he wanted to. Remy had used his charm only once and that had been yesterday out by the boat house. But he was good, maybe even better, than he'd insinuated quite often to the X-men. He seemed to know with preternatural skill exactly what Alex wanted exactly when he wanted it. If it hadn't felt so fantastic it might have been creepy.

Suddenly Remy rose up on his elbows and looked down at Alex a little distressed. "You're not gonna stop, cher?" Alex smiled even brighter and in answer buried his nose just above the base of Remy's cock, letting his tongue dart across the thick growing flesh. He spread a hand on Remy's chest tweaking a nipple and coaxing him back down into the bed. He smiled to himself when his lover fell hard against the pillows and thrust his hips up. Climbing between his legs, Alex pushed Remy's thighs down, holding them firmly causing Remy to groan in pleasure and pain as he pulled the head of the Cajun's penis roughly between his teeth.

"Watch de teeth," Remy hissed as his hands clenched into fists and his nails dug painfully into his palms. His toes curled as he tried to push up against Alex's powerful grip. "Come on, mon cher. Don't tease dis t'ief."

Not a man given to cruelty, Alex quickly lowered his mouth down as far as he could, bathing the flesh completely. Then he rolled his tongue up and down the sensitive underside just as he'd seen, or more accurately felt, the
experienced charming thief do. Remy was quite an expert. Slowly, lingering at the base for just a moment, Alex rose back up and then plummeted down again going even further. It was a challenge for him in a way. A typical Summers, Alex was competitive by nature, even with himself. And he was determined to take Remy all the way down his throat. Earlier in the night, in spite of his best efforts and Remy's thorough instructions, he hadn't been able to get past his gag reflex. Now, even more determined, he concentrated on relaxing his throat inching down the member. Without warning Remy arched up hard against Alex's hands unable to control his passion any longer.
Alex panicked for just a moment, then drew a ragged breath in through his nose realizing it was pressed deep into Remy's abdomen. His lips twitched outward as much as they could in a twisted triumphant grin. Then he lifted up and thrust himself down again and again for several minutes, each time reaching the base. It got easier every time he went down. Finally he pulled off the cock letting it drop heavily back against Remy's belly oozing pre-cum. He licked the head lovingly and said, "How was that?"

"Fantastique!" Remy breathed wiggling his hips in pleasure trying to tempt Alex's mouth back down. "Don' stop now."

But Alex had other plans and he swiped a finger along Remy's crack, asking with just a hint of hesitation, "Can I?"

In response Remy reached over to the night stand and grabbed the half empty tube of lubricant. He tossed it to Alex saying, "Easy, mon ami. It's a little different dan a femme."

"Hey," Alex grinned, "I learned from the master." Remy laughed bending his legs up in welcome as Alex released them and sat back on his knees. Squeezing a good portion of the gel into his fingers he set the tube to the side and began to stroke his semi-erect penis with a long slow erotic gesture, coating it well. One side of his mouth twitched up in amusement when he noticed Remy look up, entranced by the motion of his hands and let out a low ragged breath.

"Whose the master now?" Alex whispered, his amused tone laced heavily with lust. Startled, Remy turned his eyes to his lover's face but said nothing. Instead a sly grin crept over his features.

Alex held his gaze as he picked up the tube again and coated two fingers. Gently he ran one around the sensitive opening and pushed in slowly. Remy broke the look with a shiver and his eyes closed as he settled back down onto the pillows. Little by little, Alex worked his finger up into Remy, twisting and turning it, stimulating the Cajun further until he was pushing down hard to get the finger in deep. Despite what Alex had said he wasn't going to hurt his new lover. He wanted them both to be washed in that ecstatic wave of pleasure. And he wanted Remy to say, possibly scream, his name when he came. Slow and steady, he'd ease his way in and finally get to experience first hand what the thief had felt deep inside his own virgin ass.

Another of his fingers went in with just a little more difficulty. But in a matter of seconds, Alex was thrusting both in and out, scissoring them around to prepare the tight opening. "Dat's it," Remy breathed. Glad that he was doing it right, Alex bent over Remy, placed one arm along his waist and lowered himself down to kiss the Cajun's belly. He felt the familiar twitch of need as Remy's cock bobbed slightly against his chin. Continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of Remy's ass, Alex lapped the head of his penis for a few moments. Then he moved up to kiss the man passionately positioning himself into place.

This time it was Remy who suckled Alex's tongue savoring the sweet mixture of their tastes with a sigh. He grunted softly as Alex guided the head of his penis up against the anal opening and pushed. A low humming sound escaped Alex's lips as he continued to kiss Remy deeply thrusting more and more forcefully against the barrier of Remy's rear. It took a moment of effort, but finally he felt his cock slide in.

 "God," Alex moaned as he pulled away sharply from Remy's mouth. "You're so tight!"

In answer, Remy squeezed his muscles down around Alex's engorged member causing the X-man to hiss. "Don't. I don't want to cum. Not yet."

With a breathless chuckle Remy relaxed. "Okay, mon ami, your show. Gettin' five stars from me so far."

Then he exhaled rapidly as Alex pushed in further. Inch by inch he drove himself forward, slowly but insistently, until he'd sheathed his eight and a half inches deep in Remy Lebeau, Gambit, X-man, thief.

"Mais oui," came a whispered approval.

Then the rhythm started, slow and steady at first as Alex had wanted. But soon urgency took over and he arched his back up high thrusting harder and harder, increasing the pace. A light sheen of sweat broke out over his body, dripping down his chest onto Gambit. He tasted more sweat as it ran down his upper lip into his mouth. His tongue ran over his lips slightly and very suggestively. When Remy saw this he nearly lost it all. But he caught himself quickly as Alex bent down capturing his lips.

"This is incredible," Alex rasped hoarsely as he broke away from Remy's mouth. "Thanks."

Remy just smiled up at him saying nothing. Then he pushed down hard and threw his legs up over Alex's shoulders meeting the X-man's thrusting with a sudden wild abandon. Faster and faster they danced until Alex sank in so deep he practically bent Remy's flexible body in half. One of his hands clamped down on the Cajun's stiff cock and stroked it tip to base in one smooth swift move.

"My name, Remy," Alex said in a commanding tone. "Say my name."

Incredibly, Remy pushed his torso up off the bed under Alex's weight, catching Havok's face in his hands. "Alex, mon cher, mon couer," he said, his voice husky with passion. "Alex." Then he exploded with a shout of delight. Alex came immediately after with a roar. The two men spasmed and shuddered entwined as one until they both flopped back onto the bed, Remy dropping his legs around Alex's waist; Alex pulling him close remaining buried inside.

"Never would have thought..."Alex began but fell silent with a kiss to Remy's brow.

"Most hets wouldn't, cher," Remy replied. He gazed up at Alex. "So... better dan Lorna." He regretted the words the instant they left his mouth. But Alex only smiled. There wasn't much Remy could say at the moment that would have bothered him.

"Maybe. If you had used that charm power of yours," he answered warmly. "But Lorna can do this trick..." Alex lifted one hand from the waist it held and twisted it pulling his fingers together as if to better explain what he was saying. "She can manipulate the magnesium somehow in your body and make you stay harder longer. She used to get me really lightheaded. And when I came I swear I had multiple orgasms. It's unbelievable."

"Wow," Remy breathed astonished. "Wouldn't mind experiencing dat."

He chuckled when Alex growled at him saying, "Not without me, you're not."

"'Course, cher. Wouldn't t'ink of it."

They lay quietly then in each other's arms until breathing slowed and a soothing peaceful sleep descended.

***

An hour later Remy was rudely awaken by a sharp persistent knock at his door. He cursed in French rubbing his eyes and sat up. Then he smiled as Alex rolled toward him muttering something unintelligible in his sleep. Typical Summer's trait: they could sleep through a nuclear holocaust.

Remy patted him affectionately on one of his exposed buttocks, stood up stretching his limber frame and walked naked to the door. Whoever was disturbing him at this hour - he looked at the digital clock on the nightstand that read 9:21 am (okay it wasn't that early, but early enough for him) - could just deal with his nudity.

Opening the door part way he stopped the fist that was down swinging once again from connecting with the wood. It was Wolverine.

"Kinda early for m'wakeup call, mon ami. Cha' bring breakfast?" he asked pleasantly.

"Funny, Gumbo," Logan growled, running his eyes in anger over the lithe nude Cajun and gritting his teeth. Then he got down to business. "What the hell are you up to, Remy?"

Gambit straightened in the doorway. Logan only used his given name when he was pissed or deadly serious. This looked like both. "What d'ya mean?" Remy asked as he narrowed his eyes.

"You're messin' with that boy's head."

"Alex?" Remy's reply came with a feint puzzled innocence.

"Yeah," Logan snarled.

Smiling wickedly, Remy said, "He's no boy, mon ami. And I'm not up to anyt'ing."

"Like hell you aren't!" the gruff X-man snapped. "I saw you with him yesterday, down by the lake, and you had that charm of your's on full blast. You used him. You're using him now. He doesn't need that now. Got enough sufferin' in his life without you messin' with his head."

In reply Remy stepped back and swung open the door to allow Logan a full view of Alex, still on his side, sleeping peacefully despite the hostility by the door. The sheets were tangled around his legs and his lean muscular back and tight round buttocks were exposed to the concerned angry man. One arm was thrown casually up by his face, the hand tucked neatly beneath a pillow. His unruly blonde locks were sticking straight out suggesting rough sleep or even rougher play. Remy grinned as he took in Logan's sudden evident arousal.

"Does he look like he's sufferin', cher?" Gambit asked with a devious wink.

"Why are you doin' this?" Logan asked in return. "You got something against the Summers?"

"I had something against a Summers til ya woke m'up." Remy tilted his head and gave a cocky grin. "And I'd like to get it back dere if y'd leave us alone." Then his eyes narrowed dangerously. "M'ybe I like 'im. M'ybe I'm just tryin' to ease his pain. He hasn't complained, 'cept m'ybe dat first time," the Cajun admitted.

"Course he's not gonna complain. I've felt that power of yours." Logan's tone was low and dangerous.

"'Aven't used it all night." Remy's face relaxed and he winked.

"Yeah, right," came the gruff response.

"What? You jealous, mon ami?" Crossing his arms, Remy took a defensive stance. "All dat time in Australia and ya never even got a kiss. M'ybe if ya ask nicely, he'd kiss ya now. M'ybe even let ya join us."

Logan's eyes narrowed to slits and his hands clenched into fists. "Watch your mouth, Gumbo. I'm just lookin' after the boy. He doesn't need your head games."

"I'm not playin' wit' 'im," Remy snapped in indignation. "We had a nice time. He needed some comfort and I was dere. And I don' need to explain m'self to you. So get de hell out of 'ere!" Remy meant to slam the door but a meaty hand stopped its progress.

"What about Rogue?" Logan asked with incredible calm. "She know you're foolin' around on her?"

"Why don't you ask her?" Remy's answer was terse and angry. "We called it quits yesterday."

That stopped Logan for a moment. "Oh," he said after a short pause.

"Yeah," Remy shot back. "Now if ya don't mind, I'd like to get back t'bed." Without waiting for a reply, catching Logan off guard, he slammed the door shut this time and locked it. He knew this wouldn't keep the surly man out if
he was determined to get in, but the click of the lock made him feel a little better. *Damn him, spyin' on us like dat,* Remy thought. *Typical. Dey never trust me to be honest wit' m'feelin's. Always t'inking I got some agenda. Dat I'm up t'no good.* He frowned to himself. He'd thought Logan, of all of the X-men, had some respect for him. "Merde," he said out loud.

Alex stirred in the bed and turned over in his sleep, drawing Remy out of his melancholy thoughts. He smiled a warm and happy smile as he took in the peaceful beautiful sight that was his lover. Remy knew he hadn't used his
power last night and Alex had stayed, content and seemingly happy in the lovemaking. They'd even talked a bit in the early hours of the morning. Nothing really weighty or important, just idle chitchat, but it had been friendly, quiet conversation. Alex seemed to want to avoid any mention of Scott being dead or Lorna being with Magneto. But there was some indication in his words that he wouldn't mind talking about it later with Remy once he'd come to terms with all that had happened on his own.

Remy, for his part, had developed quite an affection for the man. Not just because of the sex, though it had been incredible. But he'd seen a very different side of Alex than that stoic rigid nature he'd always come to associate with the Summer's brothers. Alex had been playful, warm and funny. He'd had a great wit. He'd made Remy laugh deep and heartily, at one point bringing tears to his eyes when Alex had performed a dead-on impersonation of Logan and Scotty arguing, throwing Hank in for added laughs.

"Arrete!" Remy had begged, trying to catch his breath. But every time he looked back at Alex's wickedly smiling face he'd break out in peels of laughter until finally he'd thrown the covers over his head and snuggled down next to his tormentor, his face buried in Alex's belly. Within moments, as his laughter died down into jaunty hiccups, it was his turn to make Alex suffer with his own unique talent. Very soon he had Alex begging him to stop and then begging him to never stop.

Remy sat down on the bed next to Alex and ran a finger lightly down his spine. One crusty eye opened sleepily and Alex sniffed. "Wha...?" he mumbled. Then, "Who was at the door?"

"Don' worry 'bout it, cher," Remy whispered. "Not'in you need to worry dat pretty little head of yours about."

Alex sniffed again and closed his eye. "Good," he muttered. "Can I go back to sleep now?" he asked drowsily.

"Dat depends," Remy replied as he pushed Alex onto his back and seductively mounted him, letting his growing erection drop down between Alex's legs. Placing his arms on either side of his lover's chest, Remy lowered himself slowly, enticingly until his lips were inches from one of Alex's perfectly round bronze nipples. His tongue snaked out to connect with the bud and he let a tiny spark of his kinetic power escape, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Alex as he arched his hips in pleasure. "Depends on if you can sleep t'rough dis."

In answer, Alex, his eyes still closed, threw his arms and legs around his new lover, inviting him deep inside once again.

 

TBC

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