Hide and Seek

Oh coooome, all ye faaaaithful,
Joyful and triuuuumphant,
Oh coooome ye, oh coooome ye
To Beh-eh-thleheeeem...

Logan shut the door at the bottom of the attic stairs, his scowl relaxing only when the heavy wood had clicked shut and mostly muffled the sound of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing in eight-part harmony behind him. It made the scent in the narrow stairwell stronger, of course...a scent that made his eyes glitter dangerously, and a soft growl threaten to rumble up from his chest...but he shoved those emotions aside for the relative bliss of a few moments without the dubious wonders of recorded Christmas drilling into his skull. As many happy memories as he had gathered in his years with the X-Men, memories of Christmases surrounded in the warmth and light of his surrogate family, he still hadn't been able to develop a taste for the music of the season. It struck him as false, aggravating to his sensitive ears, and as deeply cloying as cold molasses.

It didn't help when Jean and Kurt insisted on turning the CD player up to near murder-inducing levels, happily singing along as they tackled the job of tree decorating in the downstairs library. Jean had a nice enough singing voice, and watching the Elf become nearly delirious with joy during the recording of Stille Nacht was worth the price of admission itself...but Logan really didn't think he could take another hour of Mormon karaoke between those two.

Still, there was that scent. Logan paused at the foot of the stairs, eyes dark and brooding as he looked up their tight, curving length into the softly-lit shadows above. He could smell him...and not just the unmistakable scent of cigarettes and the cologne the man wore. That, of course, was enough...enough to tell Logan that the Cajun had been there, and was only now recently gone...but it was the other smell that made his upper lip curl slightly and his hands clench into possessive fists.

That scent. The scent of sex.

Logan lifted a hand to his mouth, still staring up into that gloom above him as he idly rubbed the back of his hand across his lips. Go up? Why not? He knew Remy was no longer there...the scent was too faint, too gentle in its lingering, but it was recent enough to tell Logan that the tall Cajun had only recently left the upper reaches of Ororo's attic sanctuary. Which left him asking himself the question...what would he find when he got up there? Ororo, freshly bathed and waiting at the top of the stairs? Or Ororo still in bed, hair tousled, eyes still alight from her lover's recent visit?

Dear God, I hope it's the former, he thought blackly...and he started up the stairs. He didn't bother concealing the sound of his footsteps, hoping underneath all his other hateful thoughts that the sound of his approach would cause Ororo to scramble to make herself presentable. His boots clunked heavily against the risers' old, polished wood, the sound echoing off the stairwell's bare walls as he followed its spiraling path.

The light grew steadily as he rounded the last curve in the stairs, and he saw it was candlelight, flickering behind the softly draped batik that hung over the opening into Ororo's attic room. He hesitated for only a moment, his hand outstretched to lift the drapes aside...then after taking a deep breath, he smoothed his features as best he could and slipped inside the room, the fabric parting and falling back together behind him with a soft, silent whisper.

She knew it was him. She always did...even with her bturnturned to him, sitting at her vanity with her eyes focused on her face in the mirror before her.

"Hello, Logan," she said softly.

Logan said nothing. He was content to just stand there, watching her in silence as she continued to brush her hair in long, smooth strokes. The strands of her hair crackled as if alive, long and softly curling about her shoulders, flowing like a white waterfall down the length of her slender, perfect back. She was dressed only in a loose satin bathrobe of deep purple, belted casually about her waist, the top parting slightly to reveal just the top of her full breasts, and as Logan watched, she lifted her gaze from brushing and met his through the reflection in the mirror, a slow, heart-stopping smile curving her full lips.

"Something troubling you, my love?" she asked.

"He's been up here, hasn't he?"

"Who?" Ororo put down the brush and turned on the damask-covered stool to face him, her robe parting below the sash about her waist and revealing the long length of her legs to Logan's wary gaze.

"You know who."

Ororo lifted a curious eyebrow, that same damnable smile playing around her lips. "Remy? Of course he was here," she replied, folding her hands in her lap as she regarded him. "And I am quite sure that you know he is also long gone," she added, her sweet, husky laugh soothing him just the slightest...like a long-awaited, warm caress.

"How do you know that?" he countered. Damn her all to hell. Her smile was intoxicating and contagious...he felt the corner of his lips twitching, and he hated himself for it. "For all I know, Gumbo could be hiding in a closet up here."

Ororo laughed again and swept her hand in an arc beside her, indicating the room and its contents. "As you can see, I have no closets," she said, standing up with a graceful movement, her eyes shining with sweet humor. "And if I did, somehow I think you would be the one more likely to hide within them than Remy."

"Don't be so sure," Logan growled. He was relaxing now, despite his own self-loathing that made him want, at least partially, to turn around and march his ass right back down the stairs...but as Ororo approached him, the soft, shimmering folds of her robe parting again with her movements as she came closer to him, he tilted his head and inhaled unconsciously, savoring the delicious, wanton scent of desire beginning to stir warmly from her.

"I know you too well," Ororo said.

"No, you don't," he said huskily, watching her come ever closer. "I ain't in the mood to do this hiding shit anymore."

"Are you planning a challenge?" she asked. Ororo glided into the space just before him, her feet looking surprisingly small as she stepped between his heavily booted ones. Sliding her arms about his neck, she pressed against him invitingly...and Logan growled again, a deep-throated rumble she could feel against her breasts as they rubbed against the rough flannel of his gray and black shirt.

Logan's hands came up slowly, slipping along the sides of her waist, and he linked them at the small of her back while looking deep into her enigmatic eyes. "Remy still doesn't know about us, does he?"

\courcourse he doesn't..."

Her movements had loosed the sash around her waist even more, and the robe fell open slightly, one round breast peeping through the opening in the front as she continued to slowly move her body against his. Logan glanced down, a feral smile creeping across his face as he caught sight of her exposed nipple, which she brushed against his chest, the flannel making the aureole tighten and the nipple perk up enticingly. Logan looked back up and cocked his eyebrow at her, his dark eyes searching hers.

"You comin' on to me, 'Ro?"

Her lips parted slightly, the glimpse of her s, pe, perfect white teeth strangely exciting him. "I apologize, Logan," she whispered back. "I quite naturally assumed when you came up here, completely uninvited, that you were looking for me." She shifted in his arms again, still moving her body in that slow, seductive rhythm against his, and the robe opened even further, so that Logan could now feel the rest of her, soft and sleek and altogether alluring, pressing against the hardening of his erection inside his jeans.

"I was looking for you."

"Are you sure? It seems you really were looking for Remy." She poked out her lips in a charming, feigned moue of disappointment. "I did not think your affections lay in that direction," she teased.

"You know exactly where my affections lie," Logan repl He He glanced down at her breast, a look of almost intense concentration on his face, and one hand slid from her back to reach up and roughly cup her breast, his large, hard fingers squeezing the soft flesh so that a soft, surprised gasp came from Ororo's lips. He lowered his head, not bothering to be gentle, catching her nipple between his teeth and sucking it briefly but hard, releasing it with a smacking sound as he lifted his head again and regarded her darkly. "I'm not in the mood for sloppy seconds, though," he whispered roughly. "I'm tired of this shit, 'Ro. I'm tired of sharin' you."

"Then leave," she whispered back. One of her hands slipped between them, and she rubbed it against his growing erection through his jeans. "Nothing is stopping you," she added almost sweetly.

Logan winced with pleasure at her touch. "You know it ain't that easy."

"Isn't it?" Ororo abruptly turned from him, looking over her shoulder at him with that same mysterious smile as she walked back to the vanity.

Logan closed his eyes for a second, groaning inwardly. Goddammit...I said I wouldn't do this shit anymore...but he followed after her anyway, unable to take his eyes off the dusky-skinned beauty. She stood in front of her mirror and picked up her brush once more, lazily running the bristles through her thick hair as she watched Logan's reflection approaching.

"I know what you're tryin' to do, darlin'," he said, and even as he spoke them the words sounded empty in his ears. "But it ain't gonna work..."

"Truly?" She shrugged beautifully, her breasts rising and falling with the languid movement, and Logan stifled a tortured sound. "Then why did you come up here, Logan?"

"To escape the fuckin' figgy pudding downstairs."

Ororo laughed out loud, looking at his reflection moving up behind her, her face wreathed in merry skepticism. "Somehow I doubt that..."

Logan stepped behind her, his chest a breath away from her back, and his large hands came to rest on her shoulders as he met her gaze in the mirror. "'Ro..." he began.

Her expression was knowing, amused. "Yes, Logan..."

Slowly, with deliberate movements, he gathered the silk of her robe into his fingers, then gently pulled it from her shoulders and down her arms. The robe slid with a soft whisper of fabric to the floor, where Logan swept it aside with his foot as they stood in silence, staring at each other with silent anticipation in the mirror's silvered glass.

"Still thinking about leaving?" she breathed, watching him with dark eyes.

"No."

His hands came up behind her and cupped a breast in each hand, pulling her back against his chest, and Ororo let her head fall back gently against his shoulder, her eyes drifting closed with pleasure as he pinched her nipples roughly. Logan rolled them, pulled them, squeezed the tender flesh until they were both hard and almost painfully erect, their brown aureoles tinted a warm ruddy color from his rough handling.

Lowering his lips to the side of her neck, exposed to him where she rested her head against his shoulder, he opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against her skin, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. Whether it was with pleasure or pain or both, he couldn't tell and didn't care...it was enough to have her trapped between his chest and the vanity top, his one arm tight around her waist as the other hand continued to roughly rub her nipples beneath his palm.

Ororo was bent slightly at the waist, bracing herself with her hands against the vanity's surface, and Logan growled at the ravishing picture she made, her hair tumbling about her face and shoulders as she stood reflected in the mirror's shadowy world. He nuzzled her neck roughly. "I can smell that fuckin' Cajun all over you, darlin'," he snarled.

"Then do something about it..."

"Like what?"

"Anything."

"Tell me..."

Ororo opened her eyes just enough to give him a lust-filled glare. "Anything...just quit torturing me..."

He met her eyes in the mirror, giving her a slow, truly nasty grin...and Logan stepped away from her slightly, locking in that gaze as he began to quickly undress. He didn't bother unbuttoning his shirt...instead, he yanked it free of his belt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside without a glance to see where it fell. His toed off his boots at the same time he unbuckled his pants, watching Ororo watching him, her hands still planted on the dresser top, htlyhtly bent at the waist with her long legs spread apart just enough to be blatantly inviting.

Ororo tossed her head, impatiently brushing her hair out of the way, and when she looked up again Logan was naked, his reflection stalking toward her, his fully-erect, thick cock jutting up in front of him as he swiftly closed the distance between them. She gasped harshly, her blue eyes smoldering with want as he grabbed her hips, pressing that hot erection against the crack of her ass, grinding it against her as he watched her reaction with gleaming, avid eyes in the mirror before her.

"Told you before," he growled in her ear, harsh, soft, beautifully devoid of tenderness. "I don't want the Cajun's leftovers. So what do you think I need to do about that, darlin'?"

She knew exactly what he meant. A shiver of anticipation and delight ran through her, bringing out chill bumps all over her skin....and she stiffened with a languorous moan as he began to lower himself to his knees behind her, those rough-soft hands trailing over her hips, down her thighs, his fingers fanning over the curve of her ass cheeks. She looked up again, unable to see him in the mirror anymore now that he knelt behind her, and she met her own deliciously haunted gaze, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed...

Logan kissed her, pressing his lips gently against one soft buttock as his hand squeezed the other roughly, then he opened his mouth again and tested the flesh with his teeth. He bit down hard enough to make Ororo jump, leaving a mark on her flesh (MY mark, he thought savagely)...then he pressed his thumbs into her skin, pulling her ass cheeks open so he could see the small, puckered opening of her anus.

Ororo bit back a cry, feeling Logan as he pressed his face against her, the roughness of his stubble almost painful on her tender perineal flesh...then she did cry out, softly and with delight, as he darted out his tongue and licked her anus. Her body flinched involuntarily, muscles quivering as he licked again, swirling his tongue around the small opening, flicking it like a snake against the rim of tight muscles as she jerked again under his touch. Logan held her tighter, his hands clutching her ass cheeks apart as he yanked her back toward his face, sliding his tongue down the smooth skin separating her anus and the still-damp opening of her vagina. God, the smell of the Cajun was all over her down there, the scent of another man and lust and come...making Logan snarl incoherently, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Oh Goddess, Logan..."

He stood up then, wrapping one arm tightly around her waist, the other hand slipping forcefully between her legs...and he slid his fingers between her vaginal lips, stroking her roughly. Ororo's eyes were tightly shut now, her small white teeth biting down on her bottom lip, tugging it in a way that only enflamed Logan further.

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Logan shoved two fingers inside her, slamming them without grace or preamble up to the knuckle. His body pressed against hers, bending her farther over the top of the vanity, the varnished wood cold against her breasts...he began to roughly thrust his fingers in and out, her legs stumbling apaven ven more at the violence of his movements.

She opened her eyes again, panting, her breasts heaving with her rough gasps. Their eyes locked in the mirror...and despite the force he was using, despite the way his hands were mauling her, Logan looked the more tortured of the two.

"Say it," he growled...no, pleaded, lust and something like anguish mixing equally in his ravaged voice. "Say you're mine. Only mine." His fingers withdrew from her, rubbing juices over her flesh, and she gasped again as one come-lubricated finger pressed against her anus, slipping inside slowly, stretching the skin...

"You know I am..." she moaned. "All yours...all of me..."

"Then leave the Cajun," he rasped.

"Do not ask that of me..."

Logan's lip curled back in a snarl, and he lifted one hand, tangling it in her hair roughly, using the long, silvery-white length to yank her head back so he could see every bit of her wanton face in the mirror's flickering, shadow-filled depths. His other hand, index finger in her ass, withdrew, and that one grabbed his cock and quickly positioned it against her anus, the thick tip pressing against the tight, barely loosened opening as he ground his hips against her buttocks. Ororo made a throaty whimpering sound, arching her back, pressing her ass against him without shame...and he held his cock steady and began to push inside her, inch by throbbing inch...

If it hadn't felt so damn good, he might have stopped when he heard the footstep on the stair...he might have withdrawn when the familiar scent reached his nostrils...but Ororo was nearly sobbing beneath him, her face a mask of exquisite ecstasy as he entered her...so his brain didn't register the other presence until it was too late...

"Ororo, I'm sorry, but I t'ink I forgot my cigarettes up here..." The softly accented drawl stumbled to a halt just inside the draped doorway behind them. "Oh, merde..."

"Shit!" Logan jerked away from Ororo so quickly it damn near hurt him, his cock pulling out of her as he turned and stumbled away from the door. Ororo whirled around as well, breathless, her eyes wide as she took in the two men staring at each other from across her room as if they had both seen the devil himself.

"Oh," she murmured.

Remy was blushing scarlet, a sight Ororo never thought woulwould see. He ducked his head, waving a hand at them as if to say pray-don't-let-me-interrupt...and when her eyes flicked to Logan, he seemed to be a mirror-image of Remy, all nervousness and rapidly fading erection, running one hand through his hair as he too stared at the floor.

"I am so sorry, mon ami..."

"Look, I can explain..."

"I didn't mean to barge in or anyt'in'..."

"This isn't what it looks like, Cajun, I swear..." Then Logan suddenly stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes darkening suspiciously. "Hang on a sec...what did you just say?"

"I said..." Remy's voice trailed off as well, and his brows slowly narrowed into a frown. "I...I was apologizin' for walkin' in on you two while...you know..."

"Apologizing?" Logan stared at him incredulously, then slowly swiveled his head to stare at Ororo, who was smoothing the hair away from her face with an unfathomable expression. "What the fuck?" He looked at Remy again and jerked a thumb toward Ororo. "Why in the hell are you apologizing? She's your damned girlfriend!"

"My girlfriend?!" It was Remy's turn to look at Ororo in confusion. "Since when?! I t'ought she was cheatin' on you wit'...wit'..." His blush deepened. "Aw, sacrè bleu. You weren't supposed to know dat..."

"Know what?!" Logan snapped. "That you've been fuckin' her too? Hell, I can smell you all over her, Gumbo!" He turned back to Ororo with rapidly mounting impatience. "What kind of game are you playin' here, 'Ro?"

Ororo's expression had turned cool. She crossed her arms over her breasts with a slightly knowing smile, the expression not warming her gaze one whit. "The exact same game you have known about all along, Logan," she replied softly. "And may I add that you seemed to understand the rules perfectly well until Remy walked in the room."

"You been sleepin' wit' both of us," Remy said flatly. It was more statement than accusation.

"And you knew it," Ororo replied. Her smile deepened, the tip of her tongue touching her upper teeth lightly before she spoke again. "Both of you knew it," she continued, looking at Logan in turn. "What I fail to understand is why both of you are suddenly so upset."

Logan's eyes looked dangerously black. "I thought you were Remy's girl. I thought you were cheating on him with me."

Remy snapped his head toward Logan with a slight sneer. "Remy never been cheated on, mon ami. You de one dat was gettin' de wool pulled over your eyes..."

"Both of you were," Ororo interjected smoothly. "Although to make it sound like a deliberate deception is misleading...you both just believed what you wanted to believe." At the deepening scowls on both men's faces, Ororo suddenly laughed, a look of incredulous scorn twisting her beautiful lips.

"What's so funny?" Logan snarled.

"Look at you two," she replied. She placed her hands on her hips, standing naked before them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Neither of you stopped to think that maybe I was tired of playing this stupid game of hide and seek. Both of you thought you were cheating on your best friend, for Goddess' sake, and yet never once did that stop you. In fact," she added, her ire mounting. "I think that was half the attraction for you!"

"So what?"

"So what?" Her lip curled with lovely anger. "Look at you now, both of you...your poor precious male egos so terribly bruised, simply because you cannot stand knowing that the other thought they were the one cheating on you."

"But why, chère?" Remy asked disgustedly. "Why you do dis?"

"Why not?" she countered. She slipped past them both, walking to the edge of her bed and sitting herself on the end of the mattress gracefully. "Why should I have to choose between you?"

"Because that's what people do," Logan growled. "They pick one person and stick with 'em."

"Do they?" Ororo lifted an eyebrow as if honestly interested. "Some do, maybe...but you two certainly did not have any qualms about stealing another man's woman."

Remy shook his head. "Dat's not de same t'ing."

"It's exactly the same thing," Ororo snapped. "Why do you see the need to place monogamy on this false pedestal, when sometimes human hearts do not work that way?"

"So dat's why you couldn't choose, eh?" Remy asked. Never had she heard him sounding so betrayed. "You told me you loved me, chèrie. An' I believed you..."

"But I do love you, Remy," she replied, and her tone softened somewhat. "I love both of you..."

"You’ve got a funny way of showing it, darlin'," Logan snorted.

"So I love you for different reasons." She shrugged and looked down at her lap with a rueful smile. "But I do love you. I love you, Remy, for your tenderness, your attention to every detail of making love to me."

Remy said nothing...his face hardening into an unreadable mask.

"And you, Logan," she continued almost hopefully. "I love you for the way you always take what you want. The way you seem to...to...bruise me and adore me at the same time."

Logan laughed shortly. "Oh, I get it. You want me around when you're feelin' dirty, huh?"

Remy flicked his eyes toward Logan, then back to Ororo. "Is dat what you t'ink of me, chère?" he said with deceptive softness. "You wan' me to be nice to you, an' you wan' Logan for a fuck?"

She sighed and looked away, shaking her head. "I did not mean in like that..."

"Oh, so what did you mean?" he asked, his accent thickening with mounting anger. Remy took a step toward her, his hands clenched into unconscious fists at his sides, and the eyes glowering at her from underneath his tousled hair looked anything but tender. "Was dat de problem? You felt like you couldn't get what you wanted from just one of us, eh, so you played us both?"

"I never played you..."

"Oui, but you did, chère." Remy moved across the room with uncanny swiftness...and he reached behind her before she could react, grabbing her hair, winding it tightly in his fingers and making her gasp aloud as he yanked her head back to look up at him. The close proximity of his body and the hold he had on her hair made her stumble backwards, her legs hitting the foot of the bed and unhinging beneath her as she collapsed into a sitting position. She looked up at Remy with a startled expression as he leaned close to her face, still holding her hair in that unforgiving grip.

"Remy, what are you..."

"Dis what you want?" he hissed, his eyes flicking back and forth across her face. "I told you I loved you, like a fuckin' couillon, an' all I had to do was treat you like a whore to get you to love me back?"

"Remy..." By the Bright Lady...I've never seen him this angry, she thought excitedly.

Logan stirred behind them, shifting a little. "Stop it, Cajun," he said almost wearily. "Let her go."

"Non," Remy ground out. He abruptly released the hold on her hair and shoved her backwards, watching as she tumbled onto her back with a startled sound. He stood up then, grabbing his shirt by the bottom hem and yanking it up over his head, the tight muscles of his stomach flexing as he tugged the shirt down over his arms and tossed it to the floor. "You t'ink I can't be rough if I wanna be?" he asked, giving her an awful grin as he began unbuttoning his jeans. "Let's see if I can prove you wrong..."

"What the fuck are you doin', Gumbo?"

"What I 'pparently should have done a long time ago," Remy snapped back. He looked over his shoulder at Logan as he finished undoing his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down over his hips and stepping out of them with swift grace. "You comin', mon ami, or are you jus' gon' stand dere an' watch?"

Logan blinked, then scowled. "What?!"

Remy whipped his head back around to stare at Ororo, his eyes so full of hurt and lust and agony she nearly couldn't stand it...then he knelt on the end of the mattress, positioning himself between her legs as he began to crawl up her body. He was quickly becoming fully erect...Ororo shifted her body subtly, hoping against hope that he wouldn't change his mind, that this sudden and awesome shift in his usually gentle personality would last...

A soft hiss escaping her clenched teeth as the head of his cock slipped between her still slick nether lips and nudged her swollen clit forcefully. She ran her hands up over his chest, over the small line of hair that trailed down his stomach toward his groin, her fingernails scraping over his small nipples and making him gasp.

"Chère..." he said warningly, grabbing her hands and forcing them away from his chest. He pressed them down on either side of her head, feeling her arch her body beneath his.

"Logan is watching...I did not think you had the balls," she whispered from behind bared teeth.

"But dis is what you wanted, petite," he hissed back.

"And what is that, pray tell?'

"Both of us...an' dat's exactly what you're gonna get." He shifted suddenly, snapping his hips forward without warning...and then he was inside her, his cock sliding in with a single rough shove.

Ororo's eyes rolled back and she shrieked as a shudder ran through him. Her wrists felt so fragile beneath the pinning weight of his hands, and he thought fleetingly that he really had hurt her...but then she wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him inside her tightly, gasping his name over and over again in a breathless whisper.

"Remy...yes..." Remy pulled out and thrust back inside her again, anger draining away, only wanting to hear her say his name forever as he buried his face in her shoulder, hating her, adoring her...

Dear God help me but I love her...

"Ma chère...\ mur murmured brokenly...and before he knew what he was doing, their lips met in a slow kiss, his hair falling forward and gently tickling her face. He released her hands and instead touched her breasts, cupping them, stroking his thumbs over her nipples...but Ororo broke the kiss gently, causing him to lift his head and look at her with a question in his strange ey
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She met his gaze with dark, gleaming arousal. "Do you love me, Remy?" she breathed.

"You know I do..."

"Then you can share me," she whispered...and she looked over his shoulder at Logan. Slowly, deliberately, she licked her tongue over her bottom lip. "Care to join us, Wolverine?"

Logan's heart was pounding. He could feel his cock swelling again, damn near aching as he slowly began to walk toward the bed...and he moved around the side of the mattress, kneeling slowly on the bed beside her and falling to his hands as well when the bed shifted under his weight. Ororo had followed him the entire time with his eyes, her smile wanton and decidedly wicked, and Remy caught the line of her gaze from where he moved above her, lifting his head to see Logan not but a few inches from them both, his own obvious arousal standing at rather precise attention.

Remy glanced down at Ororo again, his face a war of emotions...then he sat up with one swift movement, hooking his hands underneath Ororo's hips and pulling her bottom into his lap. "Fine, chère...if dat's de way you wan' it."

Logan leaned close to Ororo's face. "You sure about this, beautiful?" he asked darkly.

"By the Goddess, Logan, don't make me beg..."

"I don't know...it might be fun to make you beg a little." Logan leaned over Ororo's exposed torso on his hands and knees and lowered his head to her breasts, his dark hair brushing her chin, and he closed his eyes and took one brown nipple into his mouth, sucking it viciously.

Ororo tossed her head, drawing her bottom lips between her teeth and biting down hard. The hard snaps of Remy's hips made her body shake, her breasts quiver...then Logan was positioning himself again, supporting himself on his knuckles as he moved his cock over Ororo's face and brushed the head against her mouth.

Ororo's lips parted, wasting no time catching his cock between them. She lifted her head slightly so she could better take him into her mouth...and she began to suck him slowly, then faster and with more force, making Logan groan even as she moaned softly around him, breathing in the rich, musky scent of his sex...then Remy grabbed her hips and slammed himself inside her over and over with renewed vengeance, making Logan's cock pop free from her mouth for the briefest of seconds.

She glared up at Remy with unfettered lust. "Is that the best you can do?"

Before Remy could answer, Logan grabbed her head and forced his cock back into her mouth, grinning sharply over the soft gasp she made as he rocked his shaft in and out between her moist lips. Remy moved his hands from her hips, reaching behind himself to grab her ankles and pull her legs free from the lock she had made around his waist...then he held her ankles securely and yanked her legs up in the air.

"Unnnnhh..."

"Bitch. Canaille sorcière..."

Sliding his hands down her knees and gripping her tightly, his thumbs digging into the soft skin behind her knee, he spread her wide and began to ride her hard. Ororo's whole body shook with the force of his thrusts, every slam of his hips against her punctuated with a sharp, muffled cry from her throat as Logan continued to thrust in and out of her beautiful mouth. Ororo reached up with one trembling hand snd slid her fingers around the base of Logan's cock, and Logan groaned again, finding it harder and harder to violate her the way he wanted to with the torturous touch of those black magic fingers on his flesh. She cupped his balls, squeezed, sucking harder, her lips inadvertently jerking him incredibly as Remy's sharp movements sent her scooting back and forth across the bed.

Ororo suddenly pulled her head free, unable to concentrate anymore. The pressure building inside her was mounting to a terrible peak...somewhere dimly she could hear the wind blowing, getting stronger outside, but at the moment calming that little problem down was the least of her worries...

"Lift her up, Cajun..." Logan suddenly growled.

Remy let go of her legs and caught her underneath her arms instead, and Ororo gasped in surprise as he roughly hauled her into a sitting position, leaning back himself so she was impaled in his lap. His hands moved again to support her around her waist, his eyes dark and studying as he watched whatever Logan was doing behind her...but Ororo grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him instead, drawing Remy's attention back to her quickly. He leaned back slightly, pulling her tight against his chest, and one hand crept up to sink itself into her hair once again, winding it roughly about his fingers and holding her still as he kissed her fiercely.

Logan moved behind her...she could feel the bed sinking again beneath his weight as he changed position, and then his hands were on her ass, the powerful fingers molding her rounded flesh and spreading the cheeks apart even further. It felt hot and raw between her legs, almost painful, with Logan exposing her from behind and Remy's cock stretching her wide...then Logan shifted position again, holding her spread open with one hand as he guided his cock against her tighter hole with the other.

Logan's voice was a husky snarl in her ear. "You wanted both of us, darlin'..."

"Oui," Remy echoed. His grin was almost sinister. "Merry Christmas, eh?"

Ororo moaned, and Remy kissed her again, nipping at her lips and sucking her tongue into his mouth...as slowly, inch by inch, Logan eased his cock up her ass, pushing until the first few inches were inside her. Ororo's muscles tightened...he put both hands on her ass and spread her even wider, his thumbs massaging the tightly-drawn flesh clenching around his cock as he groaned aloud and shoved forward...

"Oh, Goddess..."

Harder...

"Yes..."

And again...

"Yes..."

...until at last the entire length of his shaft was planted deep inside her. A whimper that was equal parts pleasure and pain broke from behind Ororo's lips. Never had she been penetrated by two men at the same time...it was a feeling that left her deliciously paralyzed, unable to move, unable to meet Remy's thrusts any longer with ones of her own.

"You like dat, eh, fille?" Remy whispered roughly.

Ororo couldn't answer...she could do nothing more than grip Remy's shoulders tightly, wincing, gasping as both men began to ride her with long, powerful strokes. It burned...this feeling of being stretched apart, of not resisting as Remy kissed her again roughly, the light stubble around his lips scratching her with sweet pain.

Logan sank his fingers deeper into her hips as he sodomized her, his flesh smacking against hers as Remy continued to thrust into her from the front. He gritted his teeth hard, knowing that he wouldn't last long...he never did, not when he fucked 'Ro in the ass. She was simply too tight...but hey, no complaints, right? He opened his eyes and watched the back of Ororo's head, Remy's hand tangled in her long hair as he punished her with his rough kisses...and a sudden, brief thought came to Logan, one that made him damn near laugh out loud.

If this is what she meant by sharin', I could get used to this...

The thought was gone as quickly as it came, though. He concentrated on watching Ororo, the way her hands gripped Remy's shoulders, sharp nails digging into his skin and leaving red scratches there, panting harder, faster...

"Oh Goddess...!" she suddenly shrieked. She flung her head back, lips parted as she moaned gutturally at the ceiling, her voice low and raw as her orgasm slammed through her. At the same moment Logan clenched his jaw and shoved his cock inside her as far as it would go, his balls slapping against her skin, and he felt his own climax come as well, an explosion of heat that spurted hot inside her ass. Ororo pulled free of Remy's arms long enough to kneel up slightly, her back against Logan's chest, his arms wrapping around her waist and pinning her there as his cock continued to pump inside her...and then with a last frenzied snap of his hips, Remy came with damn near perfect timing, his hands slipping up to grab Ororo's hips and pull her down all over again, tightly against him as his cock spasmed warm inside her.

"Dear God..." Remy panted. He flung his arm over his eyes, licking his lips as his chest heaved with the effort of catching his breath...then he sat up, still firmly inside Ororo as he put his arms around her waist and buried his face in her breasts. Ororo slowly lifted her hands and slipped her fingers into his hair, her own breathing sharp and labored, the feel of her vaginal and perineal muscles clenching rhythmically around both men's organs almost enough to bring her to orgasm all over again.

Logan's voice was a harsh, gentle rasp in her ear as he brushed his lips against her neck. "You're a fuckin' witch, Ororo Munroe," he whispered.

She fought back a smile. That was the second time today a lover had told her that...but she said nothing, content to hold Remy close as Logan slid gentle hands over her upper arms, the three of them basking in the glow of their lovemaking...a tableau she had often dreamed about but never thought would become a reality.


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It was hours later when Ororo left her room, walking down the gently curving attic stairs and softly closing the stairwell door behind her. She had left Remy and Logan asleep on her bed, their arms spread across the empty space between them...a space she had only recently vacated, dressing quietly and slipping from the room with a soft smile at how peaceful they both looked now, their energies spent.

She smoothed her hands over the sleek silvery sweater she wore as she walked quickly down the second floor hallway, the mansion sighing softly in the wintry night that surrounded it. The snow had stopped finally, which she had noted with a glance out the window before leaving her room...and now, a few minutes after midnight, the rest of the household seemed to be asleep, the only light guiding her way downstairs coming from the solitary sideboard lamp waiting at the landing, casting its honey-warm glow down the wide, sweeping stairs that led to the first floor.

Ororo ran lightly down the stairs, her bare feet making no sound on the deep red runner, but as she reached the bottom and turned to make her way to the kitchen, she stopped, cocking her head slightly as an unexpected sound reached her ears. Music...someone was playing Christmas music very faintly, and as she listened she found that the sound was wafting gently from the library's partially opened doors. A soft glow was also emitting from there as well, stretching itself across the Persian rugs upon the floor and beckoning her to investigate.

She changed direction and approached the library door, a smile curving her lips as she stepped slightly to the side and peeked inside...and the first thing she saw was the Christmas tree. It was from it that the soft light was coming...apparently Jean and Kurt had finished decorating it, and now it stood proudly, the soft white glow from its many twinkling lights reflecting in pretty glitters among the ornaments crowding its dark branches. As she reached out and pushed the door wider, stepping into the room, she saw that the rest of the library had been decorated as well...small electric candles gleamed in the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows, little circles of holly surrounding their delicate bases, and the mantelpiece behind the tree had been draped with graceful swags of greenery, adorned with scarlet bows that looked breathtakingly lovely against the old polished wood.

Ororo stepped into the room, looking up at the tree with her hands clasped behind her back like a little girl. Truly beautiful, she thought. Kurt and Jean outdid themselves. It almost makes me regret not seeing them earlier...almost...

"Guten abend, Liebchen," a soft voice murmured behind her.

Ororo turned toward the sound in surprise, her gaze falling on the couch...and there was Kurt himself, his legs crossed casually, his smile very white against the dark blue of his fur. She smiled back and crossed the room to where he sat.

"What are you doing down here so late?" she asked.

"Just admiring the tree," he replied. He watched as she sat down with a soft sigh beside him, then he moved his arm, resting it on the couch behind her companionably as they both looked at the sparkling tree in the darkness. "We did a good job, ja?"

"It's beautiful," she agreed. Kurt's smile widened, pleased, and she felt his arm drop down and encircle her shoulders, giving her a slight, gentle squeeze against his side. Ororo smiled too, enjoying the warmth of his body, and she snuggled closer to him, their heads leaning together softly.

"Where were you earlier?' he asked after a moment. "Sean arrived around supper time. Did you know?"

Ororo shrugged gracefully. "No...but I will see him tomorrow, I am sure."

"Remy and Logan were looking for you, too."

"I know." Her smile deepened with a secret pleasure.

"Ja?"

"They found me."

Kurt turned his head slightly, pulling back from her enough to see her eyes in the shimmering darkness...then his arm tightened about her shoulders, his other hand drifting up gently to touch the side of her face. "Do Remy and Logan know about us yet?" he whispered, his lips parting in a slow, sharp smile as she looked at him in the candlelit shadows. Ororo laughed and leaned closer.

"Not yet..." she murmured...then she lifted her hand and sank her fingers into the thickrlinrling blue-black of his hair, pulling his head down to hers for a deep and lingering kiss.


The End