A Glass of Water
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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male › Remy/Logan
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,810
Reviews:
5
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
A Glass of Water
Update 10/05/05: As per the new rules, I'm adding a disclaimer here.
Disclaimer: Pursuant to copyright law, I acknowledge that I own none of the characters, concepts, or other related material in X-Men. I make no money from the writing of fan fiction based on the property of Marvel Comics and the authors employed by them.
Jubilee walked quietly down the carpeted staircase toward the kitchen. She'd been lying awake for some minutes, and had finally determined a glass of water was what she needed to get back to sleep.
The light over the sink turned itself on when she came in, and she drank half a glass before refilling it and turning off the faucet. She supposed her restlessness was because she'd been on medical hiatus for awhile; workouts make you tired, and she hadn't had any since hurting her ankle. Once she got back in the gym she'd sleep like a baby. Jubilee padded down the hallway, noting disinterestedly that the TV was on again. It would shut itself off if no one watched it, so she ignored it. Crossing to the staircase, she heard a muffled thump.
Jubilee stopped to listen; it sounded like a struggle. She crept toward the sound, the only light coming from the TV. The sound originated in the parlor. Jubilee held her breath and moved stealthily through the darkness toward the parlor door.
"Ah, Dieu," she heard. "Watch it, n'est-ce pas? Remy doesn't need the marks."
It was Gambit and…someone. She heard more scuffling and the sounds of noisy, passionate kisses interspersed with gasping. Jubilee swallowed hard. The idea of Remy having sex with someone excited her and made her jealous. He had a perfect body and a guileless charm that made her want to throw herself to the floor and demand to be ravished. She crept forward, hidden in the shadows. The TV had meanwhile switched off, but she could see now that her eyes were adjusted. Some silvery moonlight cast Remy's muscular torso in sharp relief; he knelt over his lover on the carpet.
"Then stop teasin' me," the other growled. A man, then. The figure on the floor sat up and pushed Remy down, asserting dominance over the other mutant. A broad, powerful back flashed in the moonlight, and Jubilee's throat felt suddenly even drier. But who was it? Those massive shoulders could belong to any number of mutants. Heck, it could be Scott for all she knew.
Their mouths met in a hungry, snarling kiss as the burly mutant held Remy to the floor by sheer bulk and strength. Jubilee leaned against the doorframe; her mouth was slightly open in her distraction and arousal. "I want to be inside you, Cajun," the man on top said.
Not many people called Remy 'Cajun.' And of those who did, she could think of only one who looked like that. As he sat back in the light, her suspicions were confirmed. The mutant who knelt over Gambit in the parlor was Wolverine.
"Logan," Gambit breathed, writhing slightly as an eager mouth and strong, rough hands, elicited waves of pleasure.
Wolverine turned Remy over, nipping possessively at the back of his neck. Remy was pliable, letting himself be bent into a humiliating position. Jubilee felt a jolt of heat somewhere deep in her stomach. She was probably going to have to change panties when she got back upstairs.
When Logan thrust his hips against Remy's body, they both vented a groan. Powerful hands gripped Remy's waist, anchoring Wolverine over his lover. Gambit pushed back against him, keening softly for more. Logan obeyed.
Soon the careful rhythm dissolved into wanton thrusts, and Logan arched back with a snarl, his teeth bared and his muscles taut. Jubilee couldn't see it, but she imagined the creamy cum leaking from Remy's tight, hot opening. Logan's rough fingers brought Remy to climax almost immediately after Wolverine, and he said something in French that sounded very dirty indeed. He spilled his seed over Logan's hand and his elbows unlocked, almost tumbling them both to the floor.
Wolverine pulled Gambit up from his knees and kissed him hungrily before pausing to lap the cum from his fingers. Remy grabbed Logan's wrist and helped him clean his hand, licking his calloused fingers and drawing them into his mouth. Logan growled throatily and bit at Remy's chin before being drawn into another passionate kiss.
Jubilee inhaled a shuddering breath and turned away. Definitely some clean panties in order, she thought. She took her glass of water and climbed the stairs to her room.
"Who was it?" Remy asked, kissing and licking at Logan's throat.
Logan sniffed disdainfully. "Jubilee."
"Ah." Remy's hands trailed down Logan's tight stomach, cradling his manhood. "Now that she is gone…"
Logan groaned heavily and captured Remy's mouth with his. There would be little sleep tonight in the Xavier mansion…at t fot for three of its residents.
Disclaimer: Pursuant to copyright law, I acknowledge that I own none of the characters, concepts, or other related material in X-Men. I make no money from the writing of fan fiction based on the property of Marvel Comics and the authors employed by them.
Jubilee walked quietly down the carpeted staircase toward the kitchen. She'd been lying awake for some minutes, and had finally determined a glass of water was what she needed to get back to sleep.
The light over the sink turned itself on when she came in, and she drank half a glass before refilling it and turning off the faucet. She supposed her restlessness was because she'd been on medical hiatus for awhile; workouts make you tired, and she hadn't had any since hurting her ankle. Once she got back in the gym she'd sleep like a baby. Jubilee padded down the hallway, noting disinterestedly that the TV was on again. It would shut itself off if no one watched it, so she ignored it. Crossing to the staircase, she heard a muffled thump.
Jubilee stopped to listen; it sounded like a struggle. She crept toward the sound, the only light coming from the TV. The sound originated in the parlor. Jubilee held her breath and moved stealthily through the darkness toward the parlor door.
"Ah, Dieu," she heard. "Watch it, n'est-ce pas? Remy doesn't need the marks."
It was Gambit and…someone. She heard more scuffling and the sounds of noisy, passionate kisses interspersed with gasping. Jubilee swallowed hard. The idea of Remy having sex with someone excited her and made her jealous. He had a perfect body and a guileless charm that made her want to throw herself to the floor and demand to be ravished. She crept forward, hidden in the shadows. The TV had meanwhile switched off, but she could see now that her eyes were adjusted. Some silvery moonlight cast Remy's muscular torso in sharp relief; he knelt over his lover on the carpet.
"Then stop teasin' me," the other growled. A man, then. The figure on the floor sat up and pushed Remy down, asserting dominance over the other mutant. A broad, powerful back flashed in the moonlight, and Jubilee's throat felt suddenly even drier. But who was it? Those massive shoulders could belong to any number of mutants. Heck, it could be Scott for all she knew.
Their mouths met in a hungry, snarling kiss as the burly mutant held Remy to the floor by sheer bulk and strength. Jubilee leaned against the doorframe; her mouth was slightly open in her distraction and arousal. "I want to be inside you, Cajun," the man on top said.
Not many people called Remy 'Cajun.' And of those who did, she could think of only one who looked like that. As he sat back in the light, her suspicions were confirmed. The mutant who knelt over Gambit in the parlor was Wolverine.
"Logan," Gambit breathed, writhing slightly as an eager mouth and strong, rough hands, elicited waves of pleasure.
Wolverine turned Remy over, nipping possessively at the back of his neck. Remy was pliable, letting himself be bent into a humiliating position. Jubilee felt a jolt of heat somewhere deep in her stomach. She was probably going to have to change panties when she got back upstairs.
When Logan thrust his hips against Remy's body, they both vented a groan. Powerful hands gripped Remy's waist, anchoring Wolverine over his lover. Gambit pushed back against him, keening softly for more. Logan obeyed.
Soon the careful rhythm dissolved into wanton thrusts, and Logan arched back with a snarl, his teeth bared and his muscles taut. Jubilee couldn't see it, but she imagined the creamy cum leaking from Remy's tight, hot opening. Logan's rough fingers brought Remy to climax almost immediately after Wolverine, and he said something in French that sounded very dirty indeed. He spilled his seed over Logan's hand and his elbows unlocked, almost tumbling them both to the floor.
Wolverine pulled Gambit up from his knees and kissed him hungrily before pausing to lap the cum from his fingers. Remy grabbed Logan's wrist and helped him clean his hand, licking his calloused fingers and drawing them into his mouth. Logan growled throatily and bit at Remy's chin before being drawn into another passionate kiss.
Jubilee inhaled a shuddering breath and turned away. Definitely some clean panties in order, she thought. She took her glass of water and climbed the stairs to her room.
"Who was it?" Remy asked, kissing and licking at Logan's throat.
Logan sniffed disdainfully. "Jubilee."
"Ah." Remy's hands trailed down Logan's tight stomach, cradling his manhood. "Now that she is gone…"
Logan groaned heavily and captured Remy's mouth with his. There would be little sleep tonight in the Xavier mansion…at t fot for three of its residents.