To Save A Friend

Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with X-Men. It all belongs to Marvel. I just borrow it. I'm not making any money from this, it's purely for fun.

A/N: Alright, I know. This isn't a pairing that's really done. But this story just came to me when my friend and I were having one of our many strange conversations and it wouldn't leave me alone. So, I wrote it. Now, I have never *ever* written slash before so I have no clue how I did. Hopefully, I did okay and you're not going to read this and write a review telling me that this is the crappiest slash story you've ever read. I also hope that I made the reason that this pairing came about seem believeable. How did it come about you ask? Well, remember when Gambit was pretty much threatening to blow up Toad if they didn't agree to go get Pietro? (Sorry, don't remember the episode name but I think you all pretty much know what I'm talking about.) Yeah, that's right. Gambit's request changed a bit. And now not only did they have to save Pietro but Lance has to meet Gambit for a "card game." Riiiight....sure Remy. That's it....anyway, please review and let me know what you think! But uh...be gentle, okay? (By the way I'm crap at writing accents, so when reading Remy's lines, just pretend that it's with the accent, okay? Okay...now I'm ending this *ridiculously* long author's note!)

A/N 2: By the way, LadyRaye...this one's for you! ^_~

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Why did he do this stuff? Why did he give in? There was no need for anyone to answer him because Lance Alvers knew the answer.

It was because he cared.

He cared and that was why he'd agreed to meet Gambit for a weekly "card game" in order to save Toad. After all, he couldn't just let the guy get blown to pieces, now could he? Not to mention that they'd still had to go save Pietro's sorry ass.

And honestly, he'd thought that Gambit had meant a card game. At first. What else would he think when Gambit was holding a deck of cards? But as he'd relunctantly shown him out the door (he'd have preferred if Gambit had just left, instead of insisting that Lance walk with him), Gambit had made it clear what he had just agreed to.

That kiss was pretty self explanatory.

Just as they'd reached the door, Gambit had shoved him against the door, pinned him there, and attacked Lance's mouth with his. Lance had gasped and Gambit had taken the oppurtunity to slip his tongue past Lance's lips and Lance hadn't been able to help himself. He'd responded in kind. Gambit had pushed forward so that their hips ground together and Lance had felt himself get hard almost instantly.

And then, he was gone, leaving Lance with nothing but a piece of paper with an address, date, and time on it and a serious hard on.

Okay, so he could've just stopped going after that first time. He'd fulfilled his end of the deal, right? He'd gotten Pietro out and he'd gone to meet Gambit.

Where he'd had the best sex of his life.

Which explained why he kept going back. He liked it. Liked what Gambit...or Remy, as he insisted on being called whenever they met...did to him. What he made him feel.

Lance looked up from the ground, eyes scanning the area for the familiar apartment building. He didn't even really need to pay attention to where he was going anymore, his feet just took him there. Same time, same place, every week. His eyes wandered up to the third floor where he knew he'd find Remy waiting for him. Same apartment. A nice little secret that Remy had somehow managed to keep from Magneto. He didn't know how and he had never asked. It didn't seem all that important.

He walked into the entryway and headed directly for the stairs. He never used the elevator when he came, he didn't know why. It was ait tit to climb those three sets of stairs, walk down to the end of the hall and knock on the door of apartment 3G. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited and turned his head to stare into space. When the door opened, Lance turned back to the door to find Remy standing there.

"Remy was beginning to think that you weren't going to show." he said, one eyebrow raised. Lance shrugged and shifted under Remy's direct stare.

"Ran late is all." he replied. Remy smirked.

"Alright, cher. Come in." He moved aside and Lance stepped into the room that was Remy's studio apartment, turning as Remy closed the door. He waited to see what he would do. Lance sucked in a breath at the look in Remy's glowing red eyes. He began to walk forward and Lance took a step back, almost feeling as if Remy were the hunter and he, the hunted. It was the look in his eyes that gave that impression. It was always the look in his eyes. As Lance backed up he ran into the sofa bed which was still undone. He glanced back and then turned to find Remy standing in front of him and suddenly he was being pushed down and onto the bed. Lance scooted back and Remy crawled up after him with an almost cat-like grace.

Lance looked up as he and Remy came face to face and his eyes closed as he let out a low moan when Remy lower his hips and slowly rotate them against his own. He lifted his hips, pressing himself against Remy harder. Smirking, Remy looked down at him before kissing him hard. Lance's mouth opened willingly to allow Remy to thrust his tongue in, and Lance's to battle with Remy's for domination. After all, he wasn't going to give in so easily. What kind of impression would that make?

Remy ran a hand down Lance's body to the bottom of his shirt and ran his hand back up Lance's chest, dragging his shirt up as he did. Willingly, Lance pulled away so that he could pull his shirt over his head. A wicked gleam in his eye, Remy leaned down and began to trail his tongue down the side of Lance's neck and down his chest, only to stop at the nipple. Flattening his tongue, he laved it a few times before swirling it around. As Remy did the same to his other nipple, Lance moaned at the combined feeling of that and the way that Remy's goutee scratched lightly at his skin.

He pulled at his shirt and when Remy looked up, he had to stop himself from letting out a small groan of frustration. Instead he met his gaze straight on. "You've got too many clothes on." he said bluntly. Remy grinned and sat up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side. Each reveled in the sensation as chest brushed against chest, the sprinkling of hair on Remy's chest scraping softly against Lance's smooth chest.

Suddenly, Lance threw his weight so that he was on top. Remy raised an eyebrow, a little surprised and just a bit pleased at this show of aggression. Lance leaned down and nipped at the underside of his chin, causing Remy to jolt and arch his hips in surprise. Mirroring Remy's actions from earlier, Lance trailed his tongue down Remy's chest, though he didn't stop as the Cajun had. No, instead he kept going, dipping his tongue into Remy's navel.

Lance paused and glanced up at Remy who was watching him intently. He smiled when Lance smirked and reached for the button of his pants before pulling down his zipper. Concentrating on his task, Lance pulled down his pants, discovering that underneath Remy was going commando. He didn't hesitate at this, instead just continuing to pull Remy's pants off until he could throw them behind the couch and leave Remy completely naked.

Which all in all, wasn't a bad sight. And while Lance readily admitted to himself that was an understatement, that's the only way he could think of to describe him.

Remy was pale and smooth everywhere, except for that sprinkling of hair on his chest. Lance, on the other hand, had skin that was a shade darker and that applied to everywhere on him. It was kind of fascinating to look at the contrasts between them.

A fascination that could wait.

Lance moved back up Remy's body slightly, stopping only to look up into his eyes before he took him completely in his mouth. Remy groaned, arching up a bit at the heat he felt surrounding him. Lance sucked lightly, tightening his lips as he began to pull up, swirling his tongue around the tip of Remy's shaft. He really hadn't done this to Remy that often so he sometimes seemed a bit unsure of his actions when he did. But Remy seemed to be liking it just fine. He bobbed his head down lightly, just taking in the tip before going lower bit by bit each time, reaching a hand up to take hold of the base of Remy's cock, beginning to pump him slowly in sync with the way he lowered his mouth. Remy gripped the sheet, his breath beginning to come faster as he let go of the sheets, only to grip Lance's hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other. Lance paused and looked up at Remy, a bit of confusion in his eyes.

"Remy won't last much longer if you keep doing that, cher." he told him in a low voice. Lance grinned at that and crawled up him so that they were perfectly aligned. Testing Remy, Lance thrust his hips forward a bit, making sure that they rubbed against each other. He did it again and they both moaned. Remy looked up at him and narrowed his eyes, deciding to take control back. He flipped them over once more.

Locking eyes with Lance, he took hold of his thighs, spreading his legs apart, lifting him slightly so that he was just where he needed to be. Slowly he began to push forward, a little bit at a time, giving Lance time to relax and accept him more easily. And finally, he was completely inside of Lance.

"Shit..." Lance gasped. Remy grinned and pulled himself out almost all the way before thrusting back in. This was a different position than usual. But today, Remy wanted face to face.

And what Remy wanted, Remy got.

He began to pick up the pace, thrusting a bit faster and suddenly, Lance arched up as Remy hit just the right spot inside of him. Eyes staring down intensely, Remy began to penetrate Lance from that angle, hitting that same spot every time. Lance moaned. He was going to come. Soon. He could feel his balls tightening, a sure signal, and he let out another moan as Remy began thrust just a little bit harder.

Lance let out a strangled cry as he came, muscles tightening around Remy as he pushed himself up and closer to him. Remy groaned at the feel, thrusting a few more times before coming as well. He laid his forehead against Lance's briefly, before pulling out of him and rolling to the side, not wanting to crush the boy or anything.

Both of them were silent as they lay there. There were times where they talked, had actual conversations. Then there were the times where they just went at each other. Today had been one of those times.

Slowly, Lance got up and began to get dressed. He glanced over to where Remy was watching the show, maybe looking just a bit smug, and grinned slightly as he headed to the door and pulled it open.

"See ya next week." he said casually as he walked out, pulling the door shut behind him. Remy grinned.

"Au revoir, cher." he told the door as he leaned back and closed his eyes