Dangerous When Bored

Fandom: X-men: Evolution
Title: Dangerous When Bored
Author: Hyperdrive85
Pairing: Remy/Piotr
Sequel/Continuation: There will be more, hehehe
Genre: PWP Slash (Yes, Homosexual sex)
Summary: Remy's a player, and staying in a group with all males has started to wear on his lust life. So of course, he needs to find something to help quench his "thirst". Only resort is to find a guy willing to help him.
Rating: NC-17 for Hot mansex
Disclaimer: Three things, I don't own these characters...Marvel does. I promise when done with them to clean them up all nice and shiny and put them back in their respective spots. I don't make money off of this in any way, if I am offered money for this by anyone other than Marvel I will refuse. Finally, if you find acts of Homosexuality and/or acts of Sexual Intercourse to be gross/digrading/uncool, then I would not read this....you HAVE been warned.
Archiving: Sure, but please e-mail me at dwb_comic@yahoo.com to tell me where you put it.
Author's Note1: I mainly did this on a whim when I thought about how boring it must be to the Acolyte's in X-men: Evolution to be stuck in Mag's base without any sexual contact.
Author's Note2: If some words that people speak (Mainly Remy and Piotr) are misspelled, most likely it's just their accent. I always try to make it look like what they would say, so you don't have to think about it so hard and take away from the reading.

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DANGEROUS WHEN BORED
Hyperdrive85
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"Day aftay, ay, Remy is gettin' ti'ed of all dis waitin!"
Remy stood in front of Magneto himself in their hidden warehouse shelter. He was wearing just his uniform without his trenchcoat. Magneto was wearing his usual armor, with out his helmet or cape though.
Remy had gotten thouroughly tired of staying in the metalic warehouse every day without being allowed to go out into town. Sure there was the personal Gym and televisions and even a Playstation 2 courtesy of St.John, but that stuff can get really boring for a man like Remy Le' Beau.
He was a man of the streets, he liked to be out doing things. Especially with people involved. Ever since he joined Magneto's little team he had been told not to leave here unless specifically told or with authorization from Magneto personally....which was beginning to piss him off.

"Gambit, I do not care weither you like it or not, but I do NOT want any of my Acolyte's leaving this premisis unless on a mission I have approved!"

" But maître[1] Magneto, Remy is on a mission, one o' satisfa'tion!"

"Satisfaction?"

"I need....to relieve myself."
Remy was trying to avoid what he knew would need to be said. Magneto never kept up with the current lingo, he didn't have time was Remy's best guess.

"Relieve? We have restrooms Gambit."

"Ugh, non' Remy need...Remy need to....yah know?"

"No, I don't...what are you trying to get at!?"

"Damnit Mag's, Remy needalil' sex!"
Magneto stepped back a little, looking down from his look at Remy. Then he looked back up regaining his composure. He cleared his throat and had a scowl on his face.

"Gambit, there are more important things to do than satisfy your personal satisfactions. If you have to, why don't you just go masterbate somewhere?"
Gambit blinked a few times, it sounded so dirty coming from an old man. The thought of Magneto, an old guy....telling him this stuff like it was no biggy made Remy feel embarrassed and a little mad.

"You say 'dat easily because you past you prime old man. Remy, and I am sure deh otheh Acolytes need a lot more contact....d'an you."
Remy had just thought of an idea that could very well solve this problem. While he was thinking about it Magneto was becoming quite angry with Remy.

"If you're implying that I am unable to satisfy myself then you're sadly mistaken Gambit; but that is not of your business anyway. Now go find something to occupy yourself with, I need to work on some issues." Magneto gave Remy one of those glares that meant immediatly and Remy turned a 180 and went out of the small room they had been in. The metallic doors closed behind him like a Star Trek TV show and Remy was left standing in the hall thinking about before, what he had said.

"Sabie is prolleh uninterested seein' as he is deh only one here who can come an' go as he please. Pete and Sin'john on deh othah hand are proll'y jus' as needy as Remy hiself."
Remy quietly walked down the left hallway, like he always did. Stealthy like a thief when he would pick-pocket in his old stomping grounds. He stopped when he heard some familiar voices up ahead. He walked over to see St.John talking, or it seemed trying to talk with Piotr.

"Crickey ya Russian twit. Doncha see that in o'dah foh ya to play this kina game ya gotta be ables ta read and unnastand losa Englesh mate."

"Comrade, I just wish to try at least. Can I not even do that?"
Remy then quickly put his plan into action. He knew who to go for first, Pete. Pete was so starved for love and attention he'd no doubt comply to anything Remy wanted. In truth though Remy did have feelings for the big Russian man, and he never hid them. He was sure by know all of his other teamates knew he was Bi. Even though he went after the ladies more often, he found a special pleasure in seducing a man for pleasure every now and then. With nothing but men here he had plenty of thoughts about his teamates. He thought about Pete the most; he liked watching the way his muscles formed. So tight and rounded, when he was in metal form you could see the ripple and creases a lot better. Right now Remy was looking straight at Piotr, watching as St.John tried to grab the small brown book Pete was holding above him.

"Damnit Pete, giveitame!"

"No, I wish to play this game!"

"You'ano how ta read well enuff!"

"Well this is my time to be learning the language no?"

"NO! Go away ya bloody Russian!"
Remy stepped further into the room and before anyone had noticed he had the book in his hands and was reading it while leaning against the opposite wall from the door.

"Dungeons and Dragons eh? Remy us'a play dis game. Sinjohn, why no' let Petey play? He needa learn how to speak English anyway."

"Oh like YOU can speak it any bettah?"

"At leas' I don't down da guy whenevah he try to learn."
Remy tossed the book to Petewho opened it up and began reading. Pyro watched unsatisfied for a few minutes. Then his frown turned to a smirk as both he and Remy saw the trouble on Pete's face.

"I do do not...know dese words comrades."
Remy smacked St.John over the head when he started to laugh and walkeer ter to Piotr who was blushing deeply.

"Is okay Pete, Remy will help you."

"Ah mate, this ain't fun any more. Imago eat or somethin', you two buttbuddies have fun."
St.John quickly walked out of the little room that everyone used to relax. It was pretty much like the X-men's Recroom but a lot smaller. There was a small couch across from a TV behind Remy, he motioned for Pete to sit there after Pyro had left.
They sat down and Remy took the book from Pete's hands and opened it to the first few pages. He held the book in between them both and showed him words.

"Magic"

"Mage...Mag....Mageic."

"Non' Mage is character, ma, no mage."

"*ahem* M..Magic."

"Good Petey, see is no hard to learn dis shit."

"Da, you are also good teacher comrade Remy."
For the next hour or so Remy took Piotr thru the Dungeons and Dragonok tok teaching him all the uncommon fantasy words that he'll probbly never use in real life. All the while Remy soaked in the wonderfully deep voice Pete had. The way he rolled most of his r's and how he would hmm when he didn't know how to say a word at first. What Remy didn't know tho was that this whole time Piotr had been thinking the same things about his comrade Remy Le' Beau. The way his words slurred but were still understandable, how he said his name instead of I....and most of all that he cared enough to help Piotr.
After another hour of going thru the long book, Remy closed it and leaned back on the couch stretching his arms and legs out. Piotr just popped his neck and stared forward with a faint smile on his face. He looked over when he heard Remy take a big yawn.

"Man, Remy's beat mon ami. You did good tho."

"You t'ink?"

"Fuck ya Pete! You have da ethic to do it, you jus' need help."

"Da, in Russia we were taught to do it well or not at all, so when I cannot do something I become very un....eh...I become....I do not want to do it anymore."
Remy smiled, he really liked talking to Peter....but after a few minutes the original thoughts from before cme back into his head, and he began to look at Pete differently, which Pete didn't notice.

"You are a good man Pete."

"You t'ink so?"

"Yea, you have qua'ities I dream of. I coul' neveh be like you....so moral."

"What...M...Moral?"

"Moral, upright....goody-goody...."

"Oh, I see....also, what is "buttbuddies"?"
Remy blushed, he felt wierd...Piotr HAD to be older than him but he didn't know half the things Remy did. Pete was raised differently from him, if you could call what Remy had raising. Well might as well let him know now....it could probably play in his favor.

"Erm, is slang. Do you know, what gay is?"

"Gay...happy?"

"Yeh, but de're is 'nother term for it."

"I do not know...what?"

"Well, buttbuddies means, gay sex. It means...*ahem* homo...seshuali"
"

"I do not understand."

"Pete, do you know what sex is?"
Piotr blushed

"Da, sex is, what made me....and you."
Yeh,Yeh, I guess d'at works. Well, did it eveh occur to you d'at two men can have sex."
Pete blinked a few times and looked away from Remy blushing.

"Not, until now....I know what buttbuddies is."

"Yeh, don' worry tho, Sin'john is jus' sayin' stuff."

"Remy, can I....tell you somet'ing, private."
As soon as Remy heard that he knew waht Pete was going to say, which made his head spin a little, his plan might go down easier than he thought. He looked over at Pete who had turned back to face him but didn't make eye contact.

"Sure mon ami, you can tell Remy anyt'in' and he keep it in his head and heart."

"Dosvidanya comrade....I t'ink, I am what you call...gay."

"*cough* Why you say d'at?"

"Ever since I come to America, I see women, and I do not see them like you do. They are very attractive yes, I would not mind....seeing them without clothes.....but I have not had feelings for them."

"Pete, you're not gay if you don' have feelin's for every women on Earth. You're gay if you like men in'sead o women."

"I t'ink I do tovarish."

"You t'ink?"

"Ever since, I saw you....I like you. I thought it was just friendship at first, but today Remy, I know it feels more. I feel more."
Pete was red in the face. Remy could tell that he wasn't used to talking "dirty" around anyone, even in Russia. He figured he would either need to move in now or not at all.
Remy leaned towards Piotr who wasn't looking at him anymore. When Remy got his lips close to Pete's left ear he whispered

"You don' have to be emmbarassed, It's perfe'ly natural. I feel it too."
Then he kissed Piotr's cheek ever so slightly, just enough to get a gasp from Pete.
"Do you wan' me to stop? I can show you....that you can feel 'dis way."

"...." "No, please don't stop."
Remy smiled as he let his hand roam alonf the crease of Pete's back while he sat forward. He leaned into Pete letting his warmth envelope Remy's side. After a few minutes Piotr turned to face Remy on the couch and Remy moved in placing one hand on Pete's chest and the other on the couch's edge near his pelvis. He grinned as he moved in to kiss Peter.
When Remy's deep lips made contact with Piotr's, he didn't know waht t odo at first. He almost pulled away before Remy began to kiss more...and more. After a second Piotr got the motion going, and was actually flowing with it well. He felt the electricity fly around the feeling and didn't want to s At At the same time he didn't realize he had moved his right hand to Remy's chest and was feeling the muscles. When he did though, he pushed Remy away.

"Wha? You ok ami?"

"I'm sorry, I was touching you."
Remy had to laugh

"Pete, is ok, that is what makes this feel good, explore all you want."
Remy smiled, which made Pete feel warm and comfortable, he nodded and smiled back. Remy wanted to make sure tho and removed the shirt part of his uniform. His white chest exposed for the Russian. Dark little nipples perked on both pectorals and a small fluff of brown hair in the crevice there. Piotr couldn't stop staring at Remy's body, he had to have it. wit ha shaky hand he reached out, slowly he moved, Remy the whole time watching, waiting....not rushing, this was Pete's first time afterall.
When Piotr finally did make contact, it was like he was checking to make sure it was real, he placed his whole hand, which covered almost both of Remy's pectoral muscles, on Remy's chest, then rubbed it gently down to the six pack he had. He let out a breath before thinking for himself. Piotr took Remy's left nipple in one hand his hand and started to gently pinch it.
Remy was unprepared and let out a soft moan and threw his head back quickly. His hand reach out and grabbed Pete's uniform in front for balance.

"Was d'at good?"
Remy looked back to Pete smiling, he leaned in and kissed him again, this time Pete kissed back which felt even better, when he pulled away he was still smiling.

"You are good, I told you you have good ethics!"

"I see, Is there, anything else we do....as gay."

"Hehehe, a lot....but Remy take it slow right now."
Remy tugged the shirt of Pete's uniform out from the belt and pulled it off him. The Russian was a man\an fan for sure. Every muscle worked on, kept in peak condition...probably has to with the pressure his powers put on it. Definitly more defined than Remy's own muscles, with only a faint touch of chest hair and a small line of black going from his navel into histle tle pair of red shorts. Remy noticed whe nhe looked down the very prominent bulge tucked behind the smooth fabric. He could already tell it was much larger than normal ones, which made Remy grin. With a quiet movement, he ran his hand over the bulge in Peter's short. It was very warm and Remy could tell that Pete must tuck it because he could feel the tip anywhere.
Piotr let out a low moan, he let his head fall and closed his eyes, the sensation was wonderful. He'd never had any contact other than his own hand and he never wanted it to stop. Ever since he joined the Acolytes he had wanted to become friends with Remy, now he was getting what he wanted and more.

"Ahhh...ahh....mmmm."

"I take it you like 'dis?"

"Da..............da..."

"Haha, good....because I wouldn't stop if you forced me to."

"Comrade, I will never stop you from doing this."
Then Piotr felt like taking control and he pushed Remy down on his back on the other end of the couch. He laid over him his chest only a few inches above Remy's. He grinned as he placed his hot bulge right onto Remy's own and began rubbing up and down with his body, rubbing together thru the fabric. Remy thrust his pelvis up to gain more friction and bit his lower lip with a moan. He reach up with his hand and pulled Pete down into a deep kiss.
After a few moments of kissing and rubbing, Piotr moved one hand down to Remy's belt buckle and unfastened it. He unbuttoned the pants, then zipped down the fly and felt the silky fabric of....a thong? Of course Pete didn't know what it was, he sat up and looked down at the tent in the very small pink thong.

"Comrade?"

"Hmm? Oh....you like?"

"What is?"

"Ah, you don't mean'a tell Remy you dunno what a thong is?"

"'Dis is a thong, like a smaller version of briefs."

"Yea, and a lot more kinkier and erotic no?"

"Da, it erm...."turns me on" is how you say."

"Well, feel free to remove 'dem if you wish."
Piotr stared at the thong, the tent....Remy was long, not as thick as himself but he must be very long, maybe as long as him. After he sat up tho, he had lost his current emotions and had gone back to his usual quiet, shy self.

"I, I....I...."

"Pete?"

"Okay, lay back down."
Remy smiled he laid back down on the couch, his hands under his had showing of the small tufts of arm hair he had underneath. Pioook ook a small breath and guided his big hands over to Remy's small frame. After a moment of hovering his hands over the sides of the thong, Piotr grabbedm anm and slowly pulled them down, catching the front on Remy's hard cock....which sprung back when the thong pulled to far, releasing a gasp from Remy. Remy lifted his legs to let the pants and thong be pulled down to his ankles.
Piotr sniffed the air, it smelled like sweat, but it smelled good to him, it made him think more of Remy, and his now open prick. He looked down at it, it was very long, but also very sk. Th. The pubic hair was thin and scraggly, not covering much. Looking at it reminded Piotr of his own constrictions and blushedokinoking at Remy.

"Don't be afraid amour, Is just a dick."

"Da, I know....I am blushing of my own..."dick"."

"Ahhh, d'en remove you' little red shorts for Remy!"
Pete blushed even more before nodding and standing up. He unfastened his belt and the pants immediatly fropped revealing his white jockeys. Remy's eyes never left the briefs as Peter stuck his thumbs in the briefs and pushed them down letting his cock flop out. After steppingo ut of his underwear he stood looking at Remy, who was looking directly at his penis.
Remy was dumbfounded, it was much longer then he thought, and very thick. The dick stuck out and drooped just a little. Remy guessed twelve, maybe even thirteen inches on him. He himself was only ten. He noticed the dark patch of hair above Pete's member. It was thick and wrapped all around the thing, even on his sack.
Piotr sat back down and smiled at Remy, who smiled back mischeviouslly. After a secondo of thought he had gone back to kissing Remy while laying above him. This time his cock was pressing firmly against Remy's left thigh, while Remy's just tapping Pete's pubes. After about a minute or so, Remy reached around and grabbed Pete's cock in his right hand, which didn't wrap all the way around. Peter was holding onto Remy's shoulders and clutched them harder when Remy gave his cock a little squeeze, he moaned into Remy's mouth who used the opportunity to send his tongue in. Confused at first, Piotr took a moment to gather his thoughts before frenching Remy right back, his cock pulsing under Remy's squeezes.
After some more of all that, Remy pushed Pete up, much to his disappointment. Pete sat up, his legs stretched out, hisk nok now sticking up into the air, he inadvertantly took it in his right hand and sy puy pumped it. This of course made Remy hotter than ever his own cock twitched. He got off the couch and walked over standing in between Pete's legs.

"Comrade? Why have we stopped?"

"Heheh, who said Remy wanted to stop?"
"Do you know what a "blowjob" is Pete?"
Piotr had to think for a second, but he couldn't think of whati t was, he just shook his head, still stroking his t mem member. Remy dropped to his knees so that Pete's cock was eye level with him. He smirked.
"Let Remy show you?"

"Da....please do, will it feel good?"

"Hell yea Russian."
Remy took Pete's pumping hand and moved it to the side. He took both his hand and cupped them around the base of Pete's cock. Piotr was confused, but watched intently. He watched as Remy leaned over and licked the head of his dick, sending shivers of ecstacy up Peter's entire body.
Piotr moaned out as Remy's slick mouth sucked in the head of his logn, thick cock. He immediatly understood the term blow job as Remy started to suck him like a bottle. All the thoughts of nights where he bet himself off felt like nothing compared to Remy doing this to him, he felt so loved...so understood. Piotr had never felt this hard before in his life, his cock felt so swelled it might burst from the pleasure. He gasped again when Remy took him deeper, and also began to stroke him with his hands, he was certainly long enough. The sensations were amazing, it was as if Remy knew every place to touch to make him jump just right. He thought for a moment over all that was happening, to make sure it was real....he remembered some of the things they had just done, which made him smirk. Piotr leaned forward a bit and took both of Remy's nipples in each hand and began to play with them sucked on him.
Remy moaned onto Pete's cock sending ecstatic vibrations up his cock that mad Peter moan quite loudly. Remy looked up to see that Peter's head was laid back and his eyes were shut while he played with Remy's nipples, this guy was needing some serious release. Remy figured he haver ver done anything other than jack himself at night. Remy began to moan more as Peter tweaked his nipples, it felt so good. The moaning caused Peter to gasp and moan back.

"R..Remy, I...feel it....coming."

"mmhhmm"

"I....I am about.....to explode."

"mmHHmm"

"Remy, you....need to.....move."

"MmmMmm"

"Wha...but you, OH, By the WHITE WOLF!"
Piotr yelled out as he shot his hot seed into Remy's mouth. Shot after shot, while Remy swallowed Peter cried out in moans, he was in pure ecstacy. After what seemed to Remy of minutes of seed sucking, it stopped, and Remy sat back wiping his mouth. Peter's cock didn't settle much, it kept a half-hardness and Peter just laid back panting. Remy was panting too, he had come all on his own from Peter's gasps and moans, which he had never done before. He stood up and leaned over Pete's naked body.

"Well Russian, I hope you liked it."

"....da....but I didn't not know people.....swallow."

"Hahah, D'ere seem to be a lot of t'ings you don't know about sex mon ami. Not to worry, I will be sure to teach you more, you are a very good student."

"Dosvidanya, you are an....excellent teacher."
After Remy planted as small kiss on Peter's cheek, he jumped off him and began to dress again, he didn't feel fully satisfied though, but it being Peter's first time he had better wait for a while. After they had both dressed they both left the room and walked side by side down the hallway. Eventually they ran across St.John, who was sitting watching the news in another room. He looked over at them and cuckled.

"So, howd'ya lesson go Russian?"

"I learned...many new things."

"Oh? Well maybe I'll play that game with ya someday, gets real boring by yaself."

"That'd be enjoyable."
The whole time Remy was looking at St.John, something about his attitude made Remy want him, not like he wanted Peter....he liked Pete. St.John tho, it was more....like he wanted to douse his ego flames, he'd have to think of another plan for that.

TND
ND

[1] = Maitre means Master in french in case you didn't know. I am assuming you know the other words in French and Russian since those two say them all the time in the comics. There is an inflection somewhere in that word but I am not sure if it's on the i or the e.