Title: A Summer Seduction

Author: Lornadane (Email)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Havok/Gambit

Series/Sequel: followed by Raw

Summary: Slash. Havok has come back, but his entire life had been turned upside down and he has to deal with the double loss of Scott and Lorna. Gambit decides he needs cheering up.

Disclaimer: Marvel's...

Date: Jun 2000

Warning: graphic m/m sex

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A Summer Seduction

By Lornadane

 

Remy Lebeau stood up from his place on the roof of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. It was his favorite spot on the grounds without question. If anyone needed him they'd find him up here most of the time. When he wasn't working out in the Danger Room or off on one of his solo missions. Today had been a day of contemplation for him. Rogue had left him in the medlab this morning after they'd called it quits once again. And he'd come up here soon after to think about their relationship, or lack thereof, once again. Remy loved Rogue. He really did. He loved her beauty and strength. The way she laughed at life rather than mourned her inability to touch others. He loved her commanding presence as a new leader of one of the X-men teams. And he loved how she could pull him into her arms and soar with him above the clouds.

Rogue had come to terms with his leadership of the Thieves Guild. And they'd tried once more to be a couple. It had all been so magical at first. But then he'd sensed a change in her. It was as if the ability to touch someone for long periods of time was losing its excitement, its anticipation. As if the idea of touching another during her former life had been more thrilling than the actual ability itself. Fantasy was better than reality. She no longer came to him with the innocent desire she once had. In fact she hardly came to him at all anymore. Excuse after excuse, and he felt she no longer loved him because she could touch him. Rogue was pulling away and he couldn't stop it. So instead he called it quits. 

Hank had insisted on another physical after the last mission. So Remy had gone down to the medlab to find him. Rogue came along (out of habit Remy suspected) knowing how much he hated the lab. Hank hadn't been there at the time and so they talked. He asked her in no uncertain words why she had been avoiding him. She denied it of course, but looked away guilty.

"That's it!" Remy told her exasperated. "Dat's enough! You don't have ta stay here wit' me an hold m'hand. In fact, I t'ink I've had enough o' dis whole relationship. You an' me, chere, we're through!" 

Rogue had turned back to face him and his heart sank. She'd looked relieved. Relieved! As if she'd been hoping he'd say these very words.

"Remy..." she began, placating, soothing, trying to deny to him how she really felt. "It's not..." 

He waved an angry hand at her in dismissal. "Go on, chere. Just go." 

Without a word she walked away. Didn't even bother to look back. After he watched her leave he looked at the floor sadly trying not to think about what had just happened until Hank came in bringing him out of his reverie. Remy said nothing to Hank. Just endured the check up in a stony silence and left quickly afterward. Hank put it up to Remy's hatred of the medlab and physicals. 

Now he found himself once again up on the roof thinking. Pulling himself up from where he'd sat he spoke quietly to himself. "Ah well, such is life." 

He leaned heavily on his bo-staff and looked down toward the lake. His natural tendency toward optimism and love for life had returned. His bouts of depression lasted about as long as Magneto's desire for peace between humans and mutants. The future was uncharted territory. Why waste time dwelling on what had been when there was a whole future of what will be waiting for him. Perhaps Rogue would love him again someday. Or perhaps he'd find someone else. Or perhaps he'd be content with being single. Who could tell? 

He sighed and then smiled as he saw someone headed down to the lake. Alex Summers, aka Havok. His blonde hair glistened in the noonday sun. But his body spoke of dejection. His head was down and his shoulders slumped forward as he plodded down to the beach. Remy's smile broadened. What beautiful shoulders they were. Even if they seemed to bare the weight of the world. Havok wore only a pair of cutoff grey sweat pants. His lean muscular back was tanned and exposed to Gambit's now gleeful eye. Someone had obviously spoken to Lorna. And that someone needed cheering up.

Alex had been back two days from some alternative universe. Remy didn't know the how's and why's. Alex had spoken only to Jean. He'd found out from her how Scott had died. Had mourned his brother beyond grief. And then he'd been told how Lorna had gone to Genosha with Magneto. As Remy came up from the lab he'd overheard Alex in the kitchen telling Jean he was going to call her. Jean had argued against it, to no avail, it appeared.

Suddenly Remy's breakup with Rogue didn't seem quite so tragic. Alex's entire life had been turned upside down and inside out. He hadn't seemed happy about coming back to this universe to begin with. And now to be hit with the double loss of Scott and Lorna. Too, too sad. 

Remy moved gracefully to the edge of the roof and crouched down, still leaning on his bo-staff. He took a slow admiring gaze at the quixotic male. Blonde, blue-eyed, well-proportioned Alex Summers. With a power in his cells that defied nature. Hitler's Aryan Ideal brought to life in vivid perfection. Remy wasn't above admiring beautiful men. In fact he'd loved several in his short life. He loved people in general. All types. And he loved sex even more. Which made it so hard deal with Rogue's rejection. He was a fantastic lover if the scores of past lovers wanting him back had any baring on the subject. His empathetic abilities made it possible for him to know exactly what his partner liked. And he was so very good at giving them what they liked. Because it enhanced his pleasure as he experienced their emotions during the lovemaking.

He continued to admire Alex as the sad soulful Summers made his way down to the lake. And he thought mischievously of the opportunity that was available to him. Alex was a Summers to be sure. Remy hadn't interacted with him much, but he knew the Summer's angst well, having been an eye-witness to the moody, yet rigid older brother. He'd plagued Scott to no end with his devil-may-care attitude and shocking revelations. Sex talk was the one thing that had really flustered the boy scout, and Remy and Logan, in friendly co-conspiracy, loved to make the man blush with their lewd stories of conquest. Remy had even flirted outrageously with Scott just to see him riled. In one devious moment, perhaps with a bit of wishful thinking thrown in the mix, he'd even told Scott how many men he'd slept with willingly. Remy laughed quietly to himself as he remembered Scott's eyes going wide and his face turning beet red. He'd sputtered and blustered, unable to say anything until he just turned and left quickly the way he'd come. 

But Remy had truly mourned Scott's loss. What Scott hadn't really known was Remy's admiration for him. His admiration of his loyalty and kindness and his generosity. How Remy knew Scott would and did give his life for a cause he believed in. Remy had had an affection for Scott that went beyond just friendship. But he'd have never admitted it to the man himself. Scott was everything Remy believed he would never live up to, though he tried now, as he took over leadership of the other team. Remy tried hard to emulate Scott, but with his own creative bending of the rules, which in some instances proved to be better than Scott's conservative strategies. 

Alex was definitely a Summers. But not nearly as rigid as his older brother. He was quick-tempered and Remy even remembered seeing a definite sense of humor in him years ago after all that Genosha crap had gone down and he'd been leading X-factor. 

Alex was almost to the beach. Remy took in another long look at the compact powerful body. Rich defining hues in his muscled back as it rippled and flowed down toward a tight angled ass that filled the sweats perfectly. Thick lean thighs and well defined calves led to lovely tanned feet, perfect toes. And a strong neck so filled with tension that Remy wanted to run his fingers and mouth over just to see it relax. Alex was definitely a Summers. Particularly in the gene department.

Remy pondered seduction. Someone needed cheering up and it wasn't just Alex. Subtle use of his charm would prevent Alex from killing him if he really didn't want Gambit's "comfort". But he wouldn't use the full extent of his power. He wanted Alex willing. He wanted him right now in a really desperate way. Someone to commiserate their woes and comfort each other in the best possible way.

In eager anticipation Remy made his way down the side of the wall of the mansion and went after Alex. 

*** 

The unsuspecting hero made his way down to the beach heartbroken and depressed. He'd spoken to Lorna this morning. She was with Magneto now. Sorry about Scott. I really missed you when you died. But... 

Well, Alex couldn't blame her, though it enraged him that in her loss she'd turned to a megalomaniacal villain she'd fought time and time again as an X-man. He's changed, she told him. Typical. A leopard doesn't change his spots, Alex had countered. But it made no difference. Lorna was in love with Magneto and there was precious little he could or really wanted to do. He missed Elektra and he missed Scotty. And he missed his brother dearly.  

It was almost too much. All the loss and pain. He'd returned to this universe without warning as easily as he had died and gone over to the other universe. His world. A world he had felt infinitely more comfortable in once the initial shock of the transfer wore off. And he could no more fathom why he'd been sent back here than he'd been able to fathom how he'd gotten there in the first place. He'd fallen asleep with Elektra in his arms and Scotty safe in the next room. And he'd woken up in an alley in New York City with no money and only the briefs he'd gone to sleep in. It was as if everything that had happened in the other universe had been a dream and now he'd woken to a nightmare. Fortunately it had been summer in New York so he didn't appear too out of place. And he'd been able to get a kind citizen who so obviously pitied the poor mentally challenged man's plight to lend him thirty-five cents. He'd immediately placed a collect call to the mansion and thankfully Jean had answered. After a quick scan to confirm he was the real Alex Summers, she'd come and brought him back to the mansion. Then the blows had come. Scott was dead, or just absorbed in Apocalypse if you believed Jean's version. And Lorna was with Magneto.  

Two days and his world had fallen apart. After he had hung up with Lorna, Jean had offered her support, but he'd left saying he needed time to think. And he'd headed down to the beach, a source of comfort and stability he'd often used years ago when he'd first lived at the mansion as he came to terms with his new and barely controlled power. 

Lowering himself onto the sand he placed his hands on his knees and rested his chin on his arms. Looking out over the lake he wondered what he was going to do now. The other universe had seemed so real. It had to be. But how could he get back? Perhaps Henry would have a solution.  

So wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't hear Remy approach until the X-man stood over him and said, "'Allo, mon ami." 

Alex felt a gentle warmth play up his spine. Remy Lebeau, thief, X-man, traitor. And now co-leader of the X-men. Alex looked up at him frowning. Something didn't feel right, and yet he wasn't really angered by the intrusion. 

"Sorry I 'aven't been to see you yet. Been 'aving some problems of my own to deal wit'." Remy crouched down in front of the pained mutant. He let just a hint of charm worm its way through Alex. Just to keep him relaxed. Then he placed a hand on Alex's arm and said softly with a tenderness the other man never would have believed possible, "I'm sorry about Scott. Must 'ave been hard on you, cher." 

Alex exhaled audibly as he closed his eyes. "Yeah. And now Lorna..." His voice trailed off in pain.  

"Oui. But she's doin' some good over dere last I heard." Remy didn't want to sound petty and trite when it came to Lorna. He didn't want to sound like a jealous lover and tell Alex what a bad person she was. It would only bring Alex to her defense. Besides, Remy had liked Lorna, the few times he'd been around her. And she and Magneto were doing some good on the war-torn island.  

When Alex said nothing, Remy asked, "Want to talk about it?" 

There was a long pause. "Not really," Alex finally answered. "I just wanted to be alone for awhile. Figure out what I'm gonna do." 

"Easy, cher." Remy smiled. "We need you here. You're gonna be an X-man again." 

Alex looked at him astonished. Then he frowned. "My X-men days are over, Gambit. They were over years ago when I went into the Seige Perilous." 

"Non." Remy squeezed his arm affectionately, hopeful when Alex didn't flinch. "They're never really over. Just put on de back burner for awhile. X-men always come back to where they belong." 

"Shit!" Alex swore and buried his head in his hands. "I'm still an X-man!" came a muffled voice somewhat disgusted by the revelation. Remy held tightly to his bo-staff as he ran one hand soothingly through Alex's silken threads.  

The hand reached his neck and began to gently, but firmly massage the tension away. Strong slender fingers ran efficiently over the tight muscles, kneading and working out the knots. Remy could feel Alex relax. Without lifting his hand from Alex's neck, Remy moved around behind him and dropped his bo-staff. Then both hands went to work on his neck and shoulders. 

"It's alright, cher," Remy soothed. "It's okay. You're safe here. Wit' me. It's okay. You can let it go." He continued the gentle massage as he cooed and coaxed Alex into relaxing. Into trusting him.  

Alex leaned back into the touch, not really thinking. It felt so nice. But the pain inside wouldn't leave. "Scott," he whispered sadly. 

"I know, cher, I know. He was a good man," Remy whispered back into Alex's ear. And suddenly two days of change and loss broke through Alex and he let out a sob. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he said Scott's name over and over. Remy pulled him into his arms still whispering soothing words.  

When he had quieted, Alex started to pull away, but Remy held him firmly. "No, Alex, you don't 'ave to leave." He ran a hand over Alex's neck and placed a soft kiss where his hand had gone. "Don't leave." 

Remy was rewarded with a shudder from Alex, but then he said, "Remy, I don't... I mean thanks for being here... but..." Remy heard him falter. He was uncertain. A good place to start. 

"I know," Remy whispered in Alex's ear. Then he nibbled just a bit. "But open your mind to possibilities, eh. I know what you need right now." He let his charm flow a little more and blew softly into the slowly arousing man's ear.  

His hand drifted down Alex's belly circling the flesh just above the waist band of his pants. Alex moaned and involuntarily thrust his hips up.  

"I don't..." Alex tried again to protest. But a tongue was running enticingly over his neck making it so hard for him to think. "Look, I never..." 

"I know that too," Remy answered stopping another protest with a bite to the shoulder and gentle twist on one of Alex's nipples. "But I'm gonna show you everyt'ing. Trust me, mon ami. You'll feel alot better when I'm t'rough." So saying he took an earlobe again in his mouth and began to suck with an intensity that silenced all of Alex's other protests. He had nothing left to say. He only hissed when Remy's hand slipped down beneath his waist band and took his hardening penis in hand. The experienced Acadian stoked it firmly as he continued to lap and suck at Alex's ear. Alex groaned into the motion and began to thrust his hips up in time to Remy's strokes. 

Suddenly Havok tensed as Remy's other hand worked its way down between his ass cheeks. A finger touched his anus and began circling and teasing. 

"Wait..." Alex said. But Remy kept probing the tender flesh as he stroked the hard member. Alex couldn't stop thrusting but he tried to push the finger away. When the sweat of his body had lubricated the prodding digit enough, Remy pushed it in passed the ring of muscles. Alex kept trying to push down to eject the finger saying, "Wait... I can't..." But Remy kept it there wiggling it around to stretch the hole. 

"Relax," he whispered into Alex's ear. "It'll feel good in a minute." He stroked Alex's penis more firmly drawing a gasp from the man and then slowly he began to thrust his finger up further into Alex. He crooked it suddenly running it across the prostrate and smiled as Alex bucked and writhed. 

"Remy!" Alex breathed. "Lord!" His breath came in ragged gasps as he began to thrust with more force. He hissed when Remy withdrew the finger. "Don't stop now! For God's sake, don't stop!" he pleaded. 

"Don't worry, mon cher. I'm not stoppin'. Just gettin' you and me more comfortable." He rolled Alex onto his back and quickly undid the draw string that held the sweats up. Then he pulled them down off the stunned man and began to shrug off his duster. With in seconds he was out of his armor and straddling Alex, making sure the man could go nowhere. Alex was hesitating. Remy could see it in his eyes, but when Remy rubbed his penis between Alex's scrotum and left groin, all thoughts of leaving vanished.  

Remy leaned down over Alex capturing his lips with his mouth has his hand once again captured his erect penis. They kissed passionately for a long slow moment, Alex sucking on Remy's tongue in time to Remy's stroking his cock. But each time he was close to spilling his seed, Remy would back off saying, "Not yet." 

Finally the Cajun made clear what he wanted. "I want you to come when I come inside you. Will you do that, mon ami?" Alex would have done anything at this point just to get to the release. He nodded eagerly. 

Gambit smiled down at him tenderly. "You'll love it, cher." Then he thrust a finger back into Alex's rectum. When he had Alex writhing and moaning he placed another sweat slicked finger next to the first. Alex grunted at the intrusion but didn't try to stop it. The fingers worked in and out as Remy sucked a nipple twisting it firmly with his teeth causing Alex's back to arch. He shouted his name. "Please," he begged the Cajun. 

Remy couldn't take it anymore. He rubbed the head of Alex's cock slicking his palm with the pre-cum that leaked from the meatus. Then he fisted his own swollen member with the lubricant and placed the head at Alex's opening. With a slow thrust he pushed passed the sphincter. Alex hissed and almost tried to push him out before a hand came back down on his cock and stoked it gently. Alex's hips moved to the rhythm and he drove himself down onto Remy's penis as Gambit thrust in further and further until his balls hit flesh.  

Remy paused then to let Alex get used to the feeling of having a cock inside him. Alex was wiggling and gasping as the organ throbbed against the walls of his rectum. He'd never felt this way before. Filled and loving it. He'd never even imagined it could be this fantastic. Hell, he'd never imagined he'd ever be doing this before. Slowly he began to move up and down Remy's rock-hard cock.  

"Mais oui," Remy breathed. "Dat's it, cher. Just like dat." Beginning to move to Alex's rhythm, Remy kept up a slow pace, not wanting to hurt his new lover. Gambit smiled. New lover? Definitely. Even in the midst of this wonderful act, Remy's thoughts were turning toward plans to keep Alex here. Indefinitely. This was turning out too well, to just let him go. He shifted just a little and ran his cock over Alex's prostrate bringing a cry of delight from the writhing mutant. Remy smiled again. "Just keep dat up," he thought wickedly. "And he'll be putty in your hand." 

A few more languid thrusts and soon Remy was beyond thinking. Every feeling Alex had crashed over the Cajun like a tidal wave. The pain and pleasure all wrapped up in one building to what both men wanted more than ever. His thrusts came more frequently as he rammed full force deep into Alex. Somewhere in the midst of his rutting Alex's legs were thrown over his shoulder allowing him to go even deeper, thrust even harder. And he kept hold of the beautiful man's penis, squeezing and pulling at it each time he went back in. Faster and faster their rhythm increased until they were almost one body. With a sudden scream Alex shot his seed over his chest as Remy pistoned hard inside him with one mighty thrust drenching him completely. He dropped Alex's softening penis and brought both hands down along Alex's chest shuddering inside him releasing all he had. Then he dropped down on his exhausted lover placing several tender kisses on Alex's chin and jawline. 

They lay there entangled in each other until Alex opened his eyes suddenly as if coming out of a dream and shoved Remy hard off him.  

"Wha...?" Remy started as Alex got to his feet. Remy had lost some of his concentration in the final fury and afterglow of his release. And Alex was suddenly realizing exactly what he'd just done. To say he was uncomfortable with the idea would have been a gross understatement. Alex glared down at Remy as he got to his feet.  

"What the hell was that?" he growled.  

Remy slowly seductively rose to stand just a foot away from Alex. His long lean body curved into a seductive pose that might have been considered feminine except that Gambit was all male, down to the long thick semi-erect member. He held himself with the confidence of an experienced seducer, charm or not. 

"What do you t'ink it was, cher?" He reached a hand out to the angry man's shoulder but Alex whipped it away with a sneer. He stepped back clenching his fists tempted to punch the Cajun, but Remy, seeing his intent, let out a small wave of charm and Alex relaxed. His fists opened and he exhaled. 

"Don't, Remy," he said. 

"Don't what, chere?" The Cajun gave him a puzzled look. 

"Don't call me that. And stop using your charm on me." He nodded as Remy eyed him with surprise. "Scott mentioned it awhile back. Just in passing. As a warning."  

"A warning, hein? Course he would. Your brother was a tight one. A good man, but wound real tight. He'd never approve of one man comforting another man like dis. And you still seekin' his approval after he's dead. So you want me to wit'draw de feelings, mon ami? D'ccord." Remy pulled the wave back in on himself and watched Alex's face drop into a scowl. "You wanta be angry at dis Cajun cause o' how he made you feel? You weren't angry a minute ago when I was in you." Alex clenched his fists again. "Or when I held you while you cried. You couldn't do dat wit' Jean, couldja?" 

A sharp breath came from Alex and he turned away. Remy was right. All the support and love Jean had given him hadn't brought any release from the guilt and grief he held inside. And he couldn't deny, even in the face of the power Remy had, that he had enjoyed what had happened. He'd loved every minute of it. And he'd felt safe and comfortable and protected in Remy's arms. But wasn't he supposed to be the protector? Wasn't he supposed to make things okay?  

Even for himself. His jaw tightened at the thought of his weakness. What would Scott say? 

Without thinking he swung around just as the Cajun was lifting a hand to his shoulder. Alex let his fist fly and felt it connect easily against Remy's cheek and jaw. Heard a crunch and watched with some satisfaction as the thief fell back on his ass. Sitting up, Gambit spat out blood and ran a hand over his jaw. It wasn't broken, but he'd bit the inside of his cheek.  

"Feel better, mon ami?" he asked pleasantly. Incredibly, he was smiling up at Havok.  

Standing over Remy, Alex rubbed his fist. "Getting there."  

"So we usin' powers or man ta man?" Remy put his hand out still smiling and winked. Alex hesitated narrowing his eyes at the proffered hand. Then he snorted.  

"Neither," he answered and pulled Remy to his feet. "A little fairy like you isn't worth it." 

"Moi?" Remy inquired placing a hand on his chest in mock offense. "A fairy? Non. Wood nymph? Oui. And jus' for de record, cher," using the word just to goad Alex a little, "Who was in who?" 

Alex scowled. "Don't push your luck, Gumbo." 

"Always, mon ami." Remy winked again in that infuriatingly confident way that gave Alex the urge to pop him again. Instead, surprising them both, he pulled Remy close by the hand he still held and placed a soft kiss on Remy's unsuspecting mouth. Then he stepped back. 

"That's for letting me cry on your shoulder. But it doesn't mean anything. Don't think I want to do this again?" 

"Course not, cher."  

"And don't call me that. I'm not your cher. I'm not your anything. Got it?" Alex grabbed his sweat pants and pulled them on quickly. 

"Whatever you say, mon cher." Remy quickly donned his armor and duster. 

"Stop that!" Alex grumbled. Then he turned and strode back toward the mansion with Remy fast on his heels. 

"Stop what, chere?" Remy asked in complete pseudo-innocence. 

"Stop calling me... Hey!" Alex jumped as Remy pinched his ass. "Stop it!" 

"Stop what, mon chere?" This continued, Remy pinching Alex's ass a couple of times and continuing to goad him by calling him affectionate names in Cajun, until the two men reached the backdoor of the mansion. Then Remy grabbed Alex's hand and swept him into his arms. "Stop what, mon couer?" he purred and placed a thrilling kiss on Alex's lips causing the man's knees to weaken and his heart to stop. "Stop what, cher?" Remy asked again when he'd finally released Alex's mouth. He smiled into the now glazed eyes of his fellow X-man.

"Don't stop," Alex breathed huskily. Remy's smile widened. He kissed Alex thoroughly once more with true confidence as he whispered through the kiss, "No charm, Alex. All des feelin's are your own, cher." Then he took a dazed Alex by the hand and led him back upstairs to his room and his beautiful four poster bed with the satin sheets. It was going to be a lovely night.

 

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