#thread: emmatriarchy03 (Gambit)

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@emmatriarchy sent: “   Another day of being a bisexual disaster. ” (from Remy)

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's snort of amusement is nearly lost to the sound of shredding metal, the mutant stabbing his claws into the side of a Danger Room Robot-Construct and riding its demise to the ground. He leaps down to where Remy is busy being dramatic, and kicks at another singed looking training bot.

ㅤㅤㅤ"--a Disaster, huh?" The Canuck says with a smirk, retracting his claws and crossing his arms over his chest. ".... Well. At least y'look good doin' it."

ㅤㅤㅤDid that come out suggestive? Maybe.

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ㅤㅤㅤLogan pauses amidst his diligent precheck of the bike and its engine, straightening up to look at Morph with a curious scrutiny in his pale eyes. Weakling? He thinks, brow furrowing. Is that what the other mutant had said? Who th' hell's tellin' Morph they're a weakling?

ㅤㅤㅤ"Hang on--" The Canuck says, propping his hip against the motorcycle and crossing his arms over his chest. He levels a steady look at Morph, mouth pinched in one corner. "Before we head out…you know y'ain't no weakling, right? Not back then, and not now."

ㅤㅤㅤLogan's not much of a wordsmith, so he doubts he can voice his sentiments any better than that. But it's just the truth, the simple reality of all the two of them have endured over the years… of all that Morph has endured. Terrible shit happened to them, but they've manage to come through it stronger and more vibrant than ever. And Logan… he's so fucking grateful, for that.

ㅤㅤㅤ(He wishes he'd known then what he knows now.)

ㅤㅤㅤReaching for the helmet still sitting on the backseat of his bike, the Wolverine palms the curved top and holds it out to his companion, "…yer tough as hell, Morph. That's what I knew back then, and what I still know to be true now. I'm…" He pauses, clears his throat, "…m'sorry if I ever said somethin' to make you feel like that wasn't true."

They want to argue that with their morphing, they can pretty much regenerate if need be, but the look on Logan's face convinces them not to fight him too much on that front.

And the helmet would hide their blushing cheeks. "It's beautiful," they compliment the bike as they pick up the helmet. They try to forget the way that Logan's touch made their heart race moments before.

"But you're not going to kill me, Logan. Even if you drive right." They say with gusto, trying to turn it into some kind of quip. "I'm not the weakling I used to be in 1992."

A lot happened in five years. Most of it bad, but some of it good. Being back by Logan's side was definitely among the good things, even if they didn't dare express their feelings fully to their best friend. He seemed a little too hung up on Mrs Summers to allow room for them in his heart, in Morph's flawed and jaded opinion.

It wasn't like they deserved to be loved anyway, was it? But Logan caring for their safety makes them feel mushy and warm inside.

"Where are you taking me?" They wonder. Is it a surprise? Or does Logan want to share the information.

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ㅤㅤㅤThe way Gambit's scent changes when Logan manhandles him, a sharp spike of arousal coupled with something sweet (something undeniably Remy), it's got the Canuck's mouth watering. Logan knows that most people consider Gambit to be a calculated risk, a master at seduction or manipulation or whatever else people like to say. But the Cajun is also more than that: a teammate the Wolverine would trust with his life, a man familiar with sacrifice, who's had his heart trampled on nearly as much as Logan has. They understand each other in more than a few ways, and that's how the Canuck knows that this.. what they're doing here... ain't a bad bet. Sharing a couple kisses -- hell, a couple orgasms -- with Remy won't actually change anything between them that wasn't already There.

ㅤㅤㅤGrowling softly, Logan foregoes a reply to capture Remy's mouth in a crushing kiss instead, one hand lifting to cradle the back of the taller mutant's head so it doesn't bang against the lockers behind him. The Canuck shifts, easing the press of his hips away from Gambit's own just enough to allow room for the Cajun to slide his trousers down the slope of his hips. They're caught (somewhat obscenely) on the swell of Logan's trapped erection.

ㅤㅤㅤFor a moment, Logan is too caught up in tasting Remy, mapping the soft interior of his mouth with his tongue and coaxing responses from the other man by nipping at his lower lip, to really care about the obstacle of his pants. But a man can only take so much anticipation, and when it becomes clear they ain't getting any further without some decision making, the Canuck releases Remy's mouth on a shuddered breath.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Showers.” He rasps, impatiently tugging the Cajun away from the lockers and towards the locker room's tiled showers, simultaneously kicking his pants down off his legs as he goes. Typically, Logan isn't wearing any Underwear, so his cock bobs free the moment he's free of the trousers, slapping against his stomach in its erect state. “—we're gonna need th'water to drown out yer moans.”

ㅤㅤㅤ(Also, if Scott catches them in the changing room, it'll be both their heads.)

ㅤㅤㅤGrinning with a hint of fang, Logan walks backwards into the showers, gloriously naked and unbothered. He tows Remy along by the arm, free hand reaching behind him to twist the shower head on, water hitting his back and shoulders and he steps under the warming spray.

Remy is a little shit through and through, provocative and loud-mouthed. He knows how to use his words to get a rise out of people, and he reckoned that calling Logan chicken would elicit either rejection, or get the shorter man to get up and personal.

While he expects rejection - can only be kicked to the curb so many times before it erodes one's self esteem - he is pleased when Logan comes barreling towards him.

His bare back hits the cool metal of the lockers with a metallic thud, and he grunts as a breath escapes his lips. That is going to leave a bruise. Good.

"Everything's a game, homme," he grunts as a leg is pushing his knees apart, hips to hips with the man.

Being manhandled is exciting, and he cannot hide the effect Logan has on him when he grinds. Red on black eyes flash with desire as Remy resists the urge to grind right back, giving Logan the metaphorical lead in the situation. At least for now.

"Non, it ain't ruined," he murmurs, red irises flickering to Logan's lips as he licked his own. The feel of Logan's erection against his own through the fabric is driving the Cajun wild with desire.

Not one to be idle, Remy places his hands on Logan's hips, and starts to push down the yellow pants. He is taking his time, ever the tease.

"Hit the shower now, or after?" he asks, tilting his head forward until his nose almost touches Logan's, peering into pale eyes, making himself open for a kiss.

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ㅤㅤㅤLogan's half grin widens, turning into a smirk. It's ain't every day someone with as much inherent charm as Remy LeBeau gets rendered speechless. The Canuck takes it as an accomplishment, personally, even it doesn't last...

ㅤㅤㅤOnce the Swamp Rat's recovered from his surprise, Logan finds himself pleased by the way the taller man steps in close to him, breathes him in despite the sweat and stink of a danger room session. There's a certain physicality to Remy that the Canuck can't help but appreciate; an awareness of his own body that goes beyond just knowing how good he looks. Some people see a pretty face, makes 'em forget Gambit is as much a living Weapon as The Wolverine himself.

ㅤㅤㅤ“I figure I can rub a lot more'n yer back, Cajun...” Logan murmurs, showing a hint of canine as he grins up at the taller mutant. He lets Remy nudge him, turning to swagger through the doorlocks and into the adjoining locker rooms. The Canuck peels his cowl backward off his face, freeing his hair to jut up in unruly points. Still scratching at his mutton chops, Logan's arms bulge as he rucks his uniform top up over the breadth of his shoulders, dragging it off sweat-slick skin.

ㅤㅤㅤHe glances back at the Swamp Rat, quirking an eyebrow as he sits on the nearest bench to yank off his knee high boots and chuck them into his locker. When Logan speaks next, he sounds... softer. Like he's looking at Remy as more than just an exceptionally attractive body to press against the shower wall and satisfy an itch. “Y'know you ain't ruining anything in yer life, right? Sometimes... things just don't work out the way we expect...”

Remy squeezes Logan's shoulder briefly before he steps back a little. Being tall as he is, he can imagine that Logan wouldn't be comfortable about Remy towering over him.

And as a good con man and thief, Remy was all about making people comfortable (usually so he could rob them blind).

Remy scoffs when he's being told that single life isn't that bad. "Lookin' good like I do? 's a damn shame nobody's touchin' this body."

But then Logan continues about good times, and the Cajun tilts his head to consider the burly man before him. "Uh..." he's surprised by Logan's obvious propositioning, and it leaves the charmer a little speechless.

Not for long though. "Was plannin' to hit the showers... an' I reckon so should ya."

He steps closer to the Wolverine once more, and tilts his head forward to take a deep inhale of his scent. "Now... I could rub your back... or ya can rub mine..." he winks, and he nudges Logan forward, towards the locker room.

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ㅤㅤㅤLogan doesn't shift away when Remy rests a palm on his shoulder. Partially because the Cajun is one of few people that doesn't use the friendly gesture as a way to remind Logan how much shorter he is than them… but also because Gambit just tends to smell damned good, pheromonal charm or not.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Bein' single ain't so bad, y'know…." the Canuck drawls, eyebrows slanting upward at the mention of Remy's erstwhile estranged wife (ex-wife? Logan sure hopes so).

ㅤㅤㅤWolverine has had the dubious pleasure of meeting Bella Donna Boudreaux through run-ins with her Assassin's guild. He doesn't know her well, but even he can tell she'd sooner have Remy's head on a pike than take him back.

ㅤㅤㅤ"--It don't keep a man from a good time…" Logan continues, voice lowering to a rumble. "…not if he wants it, anyway." Around them, the Danger Rooms begins to reset, overhead monitors indicating that the training program is complete. Quirking a half grin, Wolverine tips his head towards the locker room doors, something like an invitation in the glint of his eyes. "…y'doin' anything after this?"

Did Remy let Logan handle most of the constructs? He did. He's not ashamed of it though. He did throw a couple of cards strategically, but he feels dramatic and wants attention.

"I do look good, don't I?" he smirks, he hasn't been fishing for compliments but he likes receiving them all the same.

"But I'm single. Ain't that a shame?" he asks, stepping towards the Canuck, placing his hand on Logan's shoulder as the last of the constructs dropped. "Keep ruinin' stuff in my life. A disaster, I say."

He purses his lips. "Mebbe Belle would take me back. She did promise to keep me in sickness an' health..." His assassin ex wife would rather kill him than take him back, and Remy is aware that most titular X-Men know that.