Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

by Libby Edwards


Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: All characters property of Marvel Comics. I don't make a dime off this twisted little hobby of mine.

Author's Note: This is the fic that almost wasn‘t. I allowed one person (who shall remain nameless) to read the original-original version, written back in October of 2001, and that person's reaction to the early version was a resounding "Ewwwwwww!"...so I buried the fic with the full intention of letting it rest in peace. Some time later, however, I mentioned the story to my good friend Minarya, and after a nice virtual bitch-slap from her (something along the lines of: "You buried a Ro/Logan/Remy threesome?! Are you crazy?!"), she managed to talk me into the possibility of editing the original version and posting it online. Hence the fic you now have before your greedy little eyeballs. ;) Of course, even after that, both she and Stormfreak had to constantly talk me through four weeks of rewrites, during which I alternately hated and loved this damn thing. Therefore this fic is dedicated to them, because without their support, I would have not only reburthisthis, I would have driven a stake through its heart as well. LOL...

Please remember that this story is all in fun...I am making no implications about the moral character of anybody in this fic. Anyone that writes me a review just to tell me, “Ugh! You got it all wrong! Remy/Logan/Ororo/Insert Character Here would never do THAT!” will be made fun of on every single board I frequent. All other reviews can be redeemed for sexual favors from yours truly.

Ha ha! Just kidding! Sort of... ;)

Enjoy!


"You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you...

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God..."

- Nine Inch Nails


"Brown sugar, how come you taste so good?"

- The Rolling Stones


Ororo allowed her head to sink back against the rim of the tub, relishing the warmth of the water as it lapped gently over her skin. There was a pervasive chill to the air around her...it was snowing again outside, and her attic room was by far the least insulated area in the mansion, despite the professor's more than generous efforts over the years to make her chosen haven as comfortable as possible. But Ororo, being the weather w she she was, was more than capable of feeling or not feeling the more extreme changes in temperature as she chose.

She sighed and closed her eyes, her hands dangling over the sides of the tub as her thoughts drifted pleasantly. The mansion was uncomfortably full of people...it was the Christmas season, and although Ororo was happy to see so many of their friends and one-time teammates at the mansion, drawn together as they were every year by the holiday and the desire to be with their surrogate family once again, the constant presence of so many people, laughing, talking and trying to shout over each other as they caught up on what each had been doing during the past few months or even years...it gave Ororo a headache. The close press of people crowding the mansion did little for her claustrophobia either...so Ororo had gratefully escaped to her attic sanctuary to hide.

Besides, Ororo thought lazily, a slight smile spreading across her face as she idly shifted her body in the warm water. One of them will be up here shortly. She knew that Remy, at least, had seen her quiet exit from the happy congregation downstairs. She had made sure he saw her...and the tall Cajun was never one to turn down an invitation.

Ororo opened her eyes again, looking up at the cross-beams of the ceiling above her head, and she absently picked up the bath sponge floating in the water beside her waist. Reaching over beside heer fer fingers closed around a bottle of lavender-scented bath gel, and she snapped the lid open with her teeth, squeezing a small amount onto the sponge and rubbing it into a fine lather, the rich floral scent flooding the room and her senses. She leaned back again with eyes closed and began to idly soap her skin, the lulling silence of the snow falling outside muffling even the soft sound of water splashing.

And then a different scent wafted by, sweet and bitter at the same time as it mixed subtly with the scent of her soap. Cigarette smoke.

Speak of the devil. The soft sound of a footstep, barely heard against the hardwood floor, made her smile return. Ororo lifted the sponge and began to soap her breasts, not bothering to open her eyes and fix them on her visitor before speaking.

"Hello, Remy," she laughed softly.

"Hello, ma chère." The soft, distinctive cadence of his accent felt like a caress, and Ororo unlidded her eyes slowly, letting her gaze settle on the tall, slender man standing at the edge of the attic landing. A slow smile spread across his face, looking both handsome and charmingly boyish as he hesitated there, one hand poised on the balustrade, the other hanging by his side with a lit cigarette between his fingers.

"I knew you would come," she said, turning back to her bath, but not before giving him a teasing look from the corner of her eye.

"Did you now?"

Her gentle laugh seemed to decide him, and he left the landing and crossed the room to her desk, sitting across from the foot of the tub against the near wall. Without taking his eyes from her, Remy pulled out the desk chair and swiveled it around, sinking into it, his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle.

"I t'ought you would be down wit' de rest," he commented, lifting his cigarette to his lips. He raised his eyebrows and grinned at her from around the filter. "You know..ce ice it is Christmas an' all."

She raised one shapely leg from the soapy water, negligently running her sponge over the line of her thigh. "You know me better than that," she said. "All those people...I needed some time alone."

"Would you like me to go, den?"

She laughed and raised her dark blue eyes to his. "What do you think?"

Remy grinned, plucking the cigarette from his mouth again and exhaling a softly curling stream of smoke. "I t'ink I'm enjoying de view too much to go back downstairs."

Ororo laughed. She sat up in the tub, her upswept hair falling down to frame her face in gentle curls. "Do you only plan to observe, Monsieur LeBeau?" she asked teasingly. "Or did you have something else in mind?"

"Dat depends, chère," he replied.

"On what?" She began soaping her shoulders, deliberately graceful, alluring...holding her arms out one at a time as she ran the sponge over her skin, keeping one eye on Remy and his reaction.

"On how long you plannin' on stayin' in dat tub."

Ororo laughed again, her eyes nearly dancing...and she rinsed off her sponge, ridding it of soap and then loading it up with water again, which she squeezed over her breasts and shoulders, the soap running off her skin in bubbly rivulets. Remy said nothing, but remained smiling, smoking his cigarette in silence as he watched her finish her bath.

"Logan was lookin' for you earlier," he said after a moment. He said it casually, studying the end of his cigarette as if mentioning it in passing...but Ororo didn't miss the slight uplift in his words, as if he were testing her, seeking some sort of reaction. "He might come up later, non?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Ororo finished rinsing the soap from her body, then lifted her hand and let the sponge drop into the water with a soft splash. "Why? Are you worried?"

"I'm always worried, chère," Remy said with a grin. "Since Logan don' seem to know about us yet...an' you don' seem to be too anxious to tell him."

"I thought that was half the fun," she said. She curled her fingers around the sides of the tub and stood up with a slosh, noting with a trace of inner gratification the way Remy's eyes abruptly moved to her body. Water ran down her stomach, over her legs...and she reached for the towel folded neatly on the small bath-stand next to the tub, shaking it out and beginning to pat herself dry.

"Do not tell me," she continued, smiling languidly, "the thought that Logan might stumble in on us one day isn't part and parcel of your attraction to me."

"Au contraire. I try not to t'ink about dat at all," Remy replied with a soft chuckle. "Logan don' strike me as de sharin' type...an' de t'ought of him walking in on us might seriously impede my performance ability."

Ororo stepped out of the tub onto the fluffy mat beside it, bending to dry off her legs, then she straightened again and slipped the towel behind her back, drying off her bottom with a cute little shimmy-shake that made Remy laugh again. Her eyes were alight, reflecting the flames of the candles dotting the room, the snow falling past the night-darkened windows behind her creating a backdrop that set off her bath-warmed skin to lovadvaadvantage.

"Does it ever worry you, Remy," she asked, stepping gracefully across the floor and approaching him where he sat. "What Logan might do...if he ever found oboutbout us?"

"All de time, belle." In truth, though, Remy didn't look worried at all. His handsome face bore a look of deep interest instead, his fire and obsidian eyes roaming over her body as she came closer. Ororo held the towel draped over her shoulders like a shawl, clasping it together in front of her breasts as she came closer and stopped just inside the space between his parted knees...and his slow gaze traced up her body to her face, locking eyes with her in an expectant silence.

"Like what you see, mon chèr?" she asked, her near-perfect imitation of his slow drawl making him chuckle again lightly. "Or are you jus' teasin' me wit' dat sexy-sweet smile of yours?"

"Teasin' you?" Remy rested one elbow on the desk beside him, watching her with a grin as he twiddled his cigarette between his fingers...then the slender object glowed briefly, a warm, ruddy pink that still surprised her despite the many times she had seen him do it. The cigarette puffed into non-existence, a tiny curl of fragrant smoke wafting up from Remy's fingers. "Non...Remy not teasin' you, chère."

"Oh really? She arched a lovely eyebrow. "How would I know, then?"

"'Cause it's only a tease if you don' do nothin' about it," he replied, the slow spark of lust in his eyes unmistakable as he spread his knees a little wider, allowing Ororo to take another step into his regard.

"And are you planning on doing something about it?" she asked.

"Mos' definitely." He reached forward and covered her hands with his, gently tugging the towel free of her hands, and she relented to him with little more than a pleased sound as he pulled the terry material away from her breasts and allowed it to fall unheeded to the floor. Remy's hands closed over hers once more, warm and smooth, and she allowed him to pull her closer, her breasts brushing against his lips gently.

"Petite sorcière..." he murmured. She closed her eyes, lifting her hands and twining her fingers into his disheveled hair, delighting in its softness as his hands slipped around her waist. Remy pulled her even closer, burying his face between her breasts and inhaling the fragrance of her skin, his strong fingers slipping over the small of her back and over the curve of her bottom with leisurely enjoyment.

A ragged sigh escaped him. "Do you know what you do to me?"

Ororo opened her eyes again and looked down at his auburn hair, brushing against her breasts as he pressed a private kiss to her skin. "No...tell me," she said softly.

"May I show you instead?" He moved his hand and gently cupped her breast, pulling his head away from her long enough to look up and c her her gaze...then he slowly guided the cocoa-tinted nipple into his mouth. Ororo hissed in her breath lightly, Remy's other hand tightening on her ass, squeezing the round flesh...then he pulled her closer, so close she had to put one hand on his shoulder to steady herself against his chest. The light cotton t-shirt he wore felt wonderfully soft against her skin...Remy sucked her nipple gently, his eyes still holding hers, then he gripped it lightly between his teeth, teasing the tip with a series of butterfly-light flutters of his tongue.

"Devil..." she whispered. Her body was turned slightly, one thigh pressed against his groin, and she felt his muscles jump there as she lightly skimmed her long nails up the back of his neck. "Mon diable..."

"Guilty as charged, ma beauté..."

Ororo pulled away from him slightly, and he made a small sound of disappointment...but she only stepped away long enough to guide his legs together with a touch. Ororo placed both hands on his shoulders and straddled his lap, a shiver of pleasure running through her at the feel of his jeans rubbing roughly against the skin of her bottom and thighs. Remy was also more than content with the change in position...he laughed and wrapped his leanly muscled arms around her slender waist, pulling her close enough to leave her wriggling with delight against the hardening mound in the crotch of his jeans.

"Dat's much better," he murmured. He could feel the warmth of her body through his shirt, the soft fullness of her breasts against his chest...and the more urgent heat of something even more delectable, pressed against the flatness of his stomach.

"Is it?" Ororo leaned close to his face, catching it between her palms as she bent her head and pressed a slow, lingering kiss against his lips. Remy closed his eyes, both hands tracing the soft line of her back as he leaned into the kiss, their mouths parting, tongues darting in and tasting each other. Ororo gently moved her hips against his, rubbing against his burgeoning erection through his jeans...and she smiled with inner triumph as she heard him dimly moan beneath her mouth.

"I want you inside me, Remy LeBeau," she whispered again, breathing the words into their kiss. "Now."

Remy pulled his head back, breaking their kiss...and Ororo slid back far enough to reach down between their bodies, her nimble fingers catching hold of the buckle on the slender leather belt he wore. She tugged it apart easily, then slipped the top button on his jeans open as well...yanking the zipper down as quickly as she could. Remy watched her face while she did this, his hands gentle on her back, allowing her to take the lead this time...but when her hands slipped inside his jeans and closed over his straining cock, he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, stifling the ragged groan that threatened to escape his throat.

"Oh, catin..."

Ororo freed his standing flesh, almost ridiculously delighted, as always, by the sight of him and the feel of that hot, rosy cock in her hand. She curled her fingers about it, squeezing it slightly, her eyes half-lidded with anxious desire as she watched the painful march of exquisite emotion across Remy's face. Ororo rested her weight on the balls of her feet, lifting herself slightly...and Remy, divining what was was after, shifted himself a little underneath her as she slowly guided him between her legs.

Remy's hands slid down her ass cheeks again, the fingers curling, digging into the swell of her buttocks, and he spread her cheeks apart as she lowered herself onto his cock. Her vaginal lips parted, the head of his penis just brushing against her clit...but just that feather-light touch made her squeeze her eyes tightly shut and give a breathless, shattered moan. His cock slipped along the hot track between her legs, warm and slippery with her juices...then Remy pulled her hips toward him, startling a cry from Ororo's lips as his cock slid inside her with a single graceful thrust.

"Oh Goddess..." Ororo let her forehead fall against his shoulder, her eyes still closed as her chest rose and fell in hard little breaths. Remy's lips were close to her ear, his breathing harsh and raspy...and she moaned again as he gripped her ass harder and ground his hips against hers, the feel of his erection delicious inside her, coupled with the roughness of his jeans still rubbing against her thighs. They remained that way for a moment, neither of them really moving, joined together as she sat straddling his lap...then holding his head in her hands, her slender fingers sinking into his hair, she kissed him again, catching his bottom lip between her sharp little teeth and sucking it as she slowly began to move her against him.

The friction of his cock sliding out of her, then back in...Remy made a soft, strangled sound, his fingers squeezing her ass, and she gasped and opened her eyes as she felt his index finger lightly caress her anus. The touch was unexpected, and undeniably sensual...she threw her head back, soft curls of silvery-white hair tumbling just past the nape of her neck, her breasts thrust out in front of her where they bounced gently with her slow, hypnotic grinding of her hips against his.

"Ma dévergondé fille..." Remy's hands left her bottom, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, supporting her as she leaned back farther. He kept her pulled just close enough that he could catch one of her bobbing nipples in his mouth...and he sucked it ravenously, the nipple hard as diamond beneath his tongue as he swirled it over the tip. Ororo's hands rested lightly on his upper arms, occasionally gripping hard as he took over the rhythm of their coupling...then before he was quite aware of how it had happened, she was sitting up again, wrapping her arms around his neck, tugging him hard, the two of them slipping from the chair and onto the soft woolly rug that covered her bedroom floor.

"'Ware the bathtub," she warned with a soft giggle. The awkwardness of their sudden shift in position made him pull out...he fell heavily to his knees with a slight wince, which was quickly forgotten as he watched Ororo fall back gracefully against the thick rug, her chocolate skin a striking, gorgeous contrast to the rug's off-white. He was kneeling between her parted legs, his jeans slipping down past his hips, his cock still ready and rearin' to go...and when he paused a minute to mentally debate whether he should do the gentlemanly thing and easteast remove his shoes, Ororo solved the problem for him. She reached up and grabbed the front of his t-shirt, yanking him down on top of her.

"Sacrè bleu, chère, be careful..." He didn't have time to catch himself...Remy almost fell on her, but when she pulled him close and hissed into his ear, he found he didn't much give a damn.

"Fuck me, Remy..." she whispered.

Remy's eyes glittered with dangerous good humor. "Pardonez-moi? Did I hear you right, petite?"

Her hands drifted up to her breasts, where she took the nipples between thumb and forefinger and teased them roughly. "I think you heard me perfectly well," she said through a seductive smile.

"Avec plaisir." The unabashed lust on his face matched the wickedness of his smile just perfectly. Remy slid his hands underneath her ass, pulling her toward him and readjusting himself at the same time...and without wasting another moment, with one swift thrust he plunged himself back inside her tight, slick heat.

Ororo tossed her head, a soft, guttural cry escaping from her lips as Remy entered her...and he paused, pulling out almost all the way before shifting his hands from her ass to her waist, gripping her tightly and slamming his cock inside her again.

"Yes, Remy..."

She wrapped her legs around him, locking them just over the small of his back and snapping her hips up to meet his. It was Remy's turn to groan, then...he closed his eyes tightly, his teeth bared slightly as he paused again, just savoring the way her muscles clenched tightly around his cock...then he slowly opened his eyes, looking down into her sultry blue ones as he began to slowly move within her.

"Ma petite..." he whispered. Remy dipped his head close to hers, closing his eyes and kissing her forehead, her eyes, her lips...her breath sweet from her parted mouth as she kissed him back hungrily.

Ororo's hands slid over the lean muscles of his shoulders, his skin cool beneath her fingers, every thrust from his hips making her moan softly. Remy allowed his weight to rest against her, which only added to her pleasure...he wasn't heavy enough to hurt her or make it hard to breathe, but the delicious feel of him pinning her to the floor only made her wetter, and brought her smoldering excitement to a fever pitch. Gently cupping her face between his hands, Remy forced her mouth gently open again beneath his, his tongue entering her mouth to explore her thoroughly as he continued to move against her in a languid, smooth rhythm of flesh against flesh.

She ran her nails down his back, purposely digging them into his skin, and he hissed in his breath, yanking his head back from hers and glancing down at him with a sharp, evil grin.

"Gently, chère..."

She licked her tongue over her bottom lip lasciviously. "Never..."

Those nails trailed lazily up his spine once again, and he closed his eyes, thrusting deeper inside her as he arched his back delightfully under her fingers. His breath was sharper, quicker now, the snap of his hips against hers more violent, forceful...and Ororo arched her back as well, her head back, the long, graceful curve of her neck exposed vulnerably to Remy's eyes. He didn't waste the opportunity, burying his face in her neck, his lips parted as he sucked and kissed her skin.

His hands left her face, and moved down to cup her breasts, squeezing them slightly, his thumbs rolling and pinching her nipples gently...and Remy began to speed up the rhythm of his movements, Ororo matching his steady thrusts with her own as their flesh connected audibly. Her moans had dissolved into soft, gasping cries, punctuated with every slam of his cock inside her, her thighs feeling slick with her own juices...

So close...Goddess, so close...

Remy kissed her again, lips tasting hers as he murmured against her mouth. "Leave Logan for me, chère," he whispered...and she whimpered in reply, her own glorious climax building rapidly as Remy slid one hand down to her thigh and pulled her leg up higher, his thrusts now rubbing against that special, secret spot that made Ororo writhe beneath his body. "Leave him," he repeated, his own words broken by his own quick, ragged gasps of pleasure, his accent now so thick with desire she could barely understand him. "He don' love you like I do..."

"Oh, Remy..." she said, almost pleading...and he said no more, his other hand joining the first on her other thigh, and he knelt up slightly, catching her underneath her hips and pulling her up to meet his final frenzied thrusts. She cried out again, not bothering to keep quiet now, her own hands going to her breasts as they bounced with Remy's movements, her fingers pinching the nipples roughly, biting her bottom lip so hard it would be a wonder later that she didn't draw blood...and then it hit her, an orgasm that felt like waves of fire.

She trembled violently, crying out with an almost painful ecstasy. Remy's head was thrown back, the cords of his neck standing out visibly as he groaned through clenched teeth at the ceiling...then seconds later he released her legs, sinking back against her as they joined together, arms wrapping around each other as Remy hid his face against her shoulder, a long, trembling groan escaping his lips.

"Dear-God-in-Heaven..." was all he had strength to say.

Silence crept back into the room, and a breath of frigid wind rattled snow against the window, the only sounds in the attic beside the soft, slowing pants of their breath. Ororo lifted a hand and gently touched Remy's hair, stroking it with her fingers so he shivered again beneath her touch.

"I love you, Cajun," she whispered softly.

"Pour toujours." She felt him turn his head slightly, and he kissed her skin just above the breast, allowing his lips to linger there...then he raised himself slowly on his elbows, cradling her head between as he looked into her half-lidded, contented gaze.

Her eyes searched his. "What?"

"Why you not leave Logan, eh, chère?"

"Are you not content, Remy?"

"Non," he said. His voice was gentle but emphatic. "I wan' you for my own, ma tempête. I wan' you to belong to me."

"I do belong to you."

Remy sighed, rolling over and shifting his body so he lay beside her, one arm flung over his head as he looked contemptuously at the ceiling above them. It was hard, though, to tell who the emotion was directed toward...Ororo, or himself. "You don' belong to me, chère. You belong to him."

"Remy..."

"I don' wan' to share no more."

Ororo laughed softly, and his scowl deepened...even as he stirred again when she rolled over and draped herself over his chest. "Jealousy does not suit you, LeBeau," she said with a half-smile.

Remy lifted his head slightly, watching as she rested her palms against his chest and then her chin on the backs of her hands. Despite the warring emotions going through him, he found himself putting an arm around her, pulling her closer to him, and she came willingly, snuggling with contentment against his side.

"You are a witch, Ororo Munroe," he said softly, returning his gaze to the ceiling.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I should have stopped dis a long time ago," he said thoughtfully, a smile gradually softening his face. "But you bewitched me...dere's no other explanation."

She laughed. "Be careful, or I might turn you into a toad."

"You've already turned me into an idiot," Remy sighed, tightening his arm affectionately about her shoulders. "Bein' a toad won' change much, I t'ink."