Big Mistake

Big Mistake
Chapter 3


“Sitting on the bed
Or lying wide awake
There’s demons in my head
And it’s more than I can take
I think I’m on a roll
But I think it’s kinda weak
Saying all I know is
I gotta get away from me.”
Gotta Get Away – The Offspring


Remy sat in Hank’s office, holding his head in his hands, he began the story;
“I wasn’t gonn’ do any coke las’ night, but I managed t’ get real drunk real quick and evryt’ing I said was getting’ stupider and stupider. I got my wallet out t’ buy another drink, and I found dis petit bag… It was only a bit, not enough t’ get me completely fucked.” He paused, wondering if he should apologise for swearing, but that wasn’t what was bothering Hank.
“Remy, where did you get the other drug? The one you gave Logan.”
Remy frowned, trying his hardest to remember where it had come from,
“I t’ink someone sold it t’me at a party.” he cleared his throat, “Have y’ got any pain-killers? My head is killin’.”
“Was this one of those parties you were telling me about?” Remy had been very careful not to mention to much about the ‘parties’, but it seemed they were little more than brothels, places where you went to pick up cheap drugs and cheaper whores.
“Yeah, I dunno what I was thinkin’, just dat it might come in handy, I already knew first hand that they worked.”
Hank sighed, he knew exactly what Remy was talking about, but knew also that there was no point in pursuing it, as soon as Hank tried to get Remy to talk about what people had done to him… things tended to blow-up. Hank decided to get back to the original conversation.
“Tell me what happened when you got in.”
“Well, I helped Logan get t’ his room, den, uh… I did dat flirtin’ bit. I was gonn’ leave it after I kissed him but, Mon dieu, he looked so hot!”
Hank frowned; he couldn’t imagine Wolverine looking ‘hot’.
Remy continued,
“I t’ink I scared him a bit, he passed out. Dis is when it gets… difficult. I didn’ do anyt’in’ den, in fact I t’ink I probably passed out too, but not fo’ long. Logan woke me up, he was actin’… different…” Remy sighed, “Look I really need t’ take somet’in’ fo’ dis head-ache.”
“Tell me what happened first, I want the truth, Gambit, tell me what happened when you woke up.”
“Okay, well, it went somet’in’ like dis…”

Logan knew he had the ability to open his mind and explore his memories about the previous night, but he was wary, he liked Remy, liked him a lot, he didn’t want to hurt him, but that was what he’d have to do if he found out something he didn’t like.
He adopted the lotus position on the cute Japanese rug Mariko had once given him, closed his eyes, and began the process of blocking out the everyday distractions that stopped the mind being able to focus.

*Flashback*

“Gumbo, wake up.” Logan growled, he didn’t like the look of the situation, the kid looked terrible – almost dead. Plus the smell of blood assaulted his senses, that smell had been what woke him up. His system had overridden the effect of the drug, and he was feeling back to normal.
“Mmm.” Remy moaned, his arms were wrapped around the Canadian’s chest, smearing blood over the both of them.
“Remy, ya have to wake up and get to yer own bed.”
Remy turned his watery eyes up towards Logan,
“I don’ wann’ be on my own.” He mumbled, “I need y’r help.”
Logan sighed, he’d remembered out by now how they’d ended up in the bed together, Remy was horny and stoned.
“Remy, get out now or I’ll kick yer skinny ass out of here myself; literally.” He’d seriously expected Gambit to shrug and leave, he certainly wasn’t prepared for the response he got.
Remy burst into tears.
He unhooked his arms, rolled over and started bawling his eyes out like a little baby.
Logan froze in shock.
He had previously thought he understood Remy better than anyone else in the mansion, but he’d been proved wrong tonight, first the kissing, then Remy practically forcing himself on Logan, and now he was lying there naked and bleeding and crying.
“Remy, calm down!” Logan commanded, he had no idea how to deal with this sort of situation, reluctantly, he put a reassuring hand on the kid’s back, “Hey, quit crying.” His voice came out softer than he’d expected.
Remy pulled himself up to a seated position, wrapping a blanket around his waist,
“I’m s-sorry, I’m just s-so fuckin’ pathetic, an’ it’s drivin’ me insane.” His breath hitched a little, then he continued, “I got a problem, Logan, it’s drugs. When I came back from Antarctica I buried myself under a mountain o’ alcohol, drugs and whores. It’s jus’ been gettin’ worse d’o. An’ dat’s not all. I t’ink…” he cringed and looked into Logan’s eyes, “I t’ink I’m in love wit’ y’.”
Talk about a bombshell.
Then Remy was up on his knees, face centimetres from Logan’s,
“I’m sorry, y’ must hate me.” His pupils were still dilated, meaning he was still stoned so there was every chance that this had all come from the trip.
Still… Logan looked into those gorgeous eyes and was lost.
When was gonna be the next time he’d have someone so goddamn fuckable naked in his bed? He took the chance, leaned forward and kissed Remy.
Remy hung his arms around Logan’s neck, deepening the kiss, this was what he had wanted for so long; since Rogue had turned from him, left him to die, all he’d wanted was someone who would love him, both softly and roughly – and Logan was so much softer than most people thought.
Remy’s tears had dried; this was his moment to shine.
He let his hands press against Logan’s chest, pushing him down onto his back.
“Whoa, yer serious.” Logan muttered as Remy placed delicate tickling kisses along his neck.
“Mmm-hmm.” He agreed, bringing his face back above Logan’s. “I’m sorry ‘bout earlier, I’ve jus’ wanted y’ fo’ so long now. Let me have y’,” He trailed his lips around to Logan’s ear, “Just fo’ tonight…”
Logan knew it was wrong, but in a strange way, he loved Remy too. Of course it wasn’t the same sort of love, it couldn’t be, Logan had never been attracted to a man before, but it was like they clicked. Remy and Logan would fit so neatly into each other’s lives, because as much as Remy needed someone to love him and look after him, Logan needed someone to love and look after.
“Just for tonight then.” He said in a voice lower than usual, he didn’t move though, he simply let Remy move slowly down his body, until his face was level with the fly of Logan’s pants. The kid looked up teasingly, “All dat coke, man have I got de munchies!” He quickly undid the pants and pulled them down, exposing Logan’s erection, which he enveloped with his lips.
“Uhh…” The kid moved damn fast, if a girl had behaved like this on a first date Logan would have passed her off as a slut. Was this how Remy always was? Logan tried not on dwell on the thought, he’d just enjoy himself tonight and try not to hold it against him in the morning.
Things progressed from there, leading to much rampant fucking until around three in the morning when Remy eventually staggered back to his own room.

Logan snapped out of his trance, along with the memories, the emotions had come flooding back. Neither of them had been intoxicated by the time they had actually started fucking.
“Shit.”

“Shit.” Hank muttered, it was the first time Remy had heard the Doc swear.
“I shoulda explained it to him earlier, I was just so… hurt. He didn’ remember.” Remy started shaking his head. “He probably t’inks… Oh Mon Dieu! He probably t’inks what y’ t’ought, dat I… raped him. Merde merde merde!”
Hank was confused, what Remy said made sense, but the drugging was still an offence, Hank could not with good conscience let the boy get away with it. His insides churned at the thought of having to explain all this to the Professor.
“Wait there, I’m going to get some anti-septic to clean those wounds up.” Hank turned and made his way around the corner to the cabinet where they kept bandages and the like. Then he heard the sound of the door opening, using his mutant agility, the Doctor managed to swing back around the corner and land himself in between Remy and Logan,
“No fighting, let’s all think rationally now-” he set to diffuse the fight that wasn’t even going to happen.
“It’s okay Doc, I just wanna talk to Gumbo, alone.” Logan didn’t look angry, but appearances can often be deceptive, this could quite well be the calm before the storm. Or the berserker rage, whichever.
But Henry McCoy trusted Logan, whether it was a deserved trust or not he would soon find out. He turned and went back to collecting the things he needed to sort out Remy’s chest.

“I’m sorry Logan, everyt’in’, last night, I was out o’ line-”
“Ssh, calm down.” Logan didn’t want Remy crying again, “I’ve got a plan, what we’re gonna do is this, first; Hank’s gonna clean you up. Second; I’m gonna make all your demons go away.” Logan stepped closer, he stroked the side of Remy’s face, grinning.
“You remember?”
“Yeah, we’re gonna get through this together.”
“Merci, Logan, y’ don’ know what dis means t’ me.”
For a moment it looked like he was going to start blubbering again, but instead he smiled.
“Right, but I ain’t gonna be soft on ya, no more drugs, no more booze… no more girls.” Logan made sure that Remy got the point.
“I t’ink I can handle dat… if y’r here.”
“I will be.”


End

A/N: That's the end of the story! I'm up for some Remy/?? slash challenges now!