TITLE: The Rough, The Smooth and The In-Between
AUTHOR: Glamour Ghoul
EMAIL: glamourghoul@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Logan/Jean/Remy. And yes, I mean Logan/Jean/Remy THAT WAY. Comicverse. AU.
WARNING: This fic contains multiple naughty situations, including but not limited to m/m interaction and slightly non-consensual sexual activities. Do not read this story if these things bother you. I'm serious. Really.
DISCLAMIER: All characters are property of Marvel, who doesn't deserve them because they never let them do fun stuff like this, and they keep killing them. (R.I.P. Betsy. If I'd known at the time that you weren't long for this world, I would have let you have some fun too.) No harm is intended and no profit is made.
FEEDBACK: If you are so inclined. Flames will be gleefully posted and mocked in The Hall Of Flame at www.angelfire.com/rant/willbitewhenprovoked. And I'm a real bitch.
ARCHIVE: Eiluned. Teethmarks. All others please ask.
THANKS: Eiluned, who read this and said it didn't suck, and betaed it more than once. (Eil's husband can thank me later.) Paxnirvana for the beta and praise. To the other Naughty Kitty for not hating me after she read this.
NOTES: This sat on my hard drive for months, until I read Pax's "Sledgehammer." There was a slight similarity in one part, and I started thinking it would be kind of cute if I had Remy make a reference to it. That was the first step toward this fic seeing the light of day. Now, all these months later, here it is. I think it aged well. You need not read Pax's story to understand this one, but you should anyway, just because Gambit's ass is in it.
ANOTHER NOTE: This is your last chance to not read this story. Turn back now.

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~telepathic communication~
/emphasis/

Westchester, New York
In an alternate universe where Jean chose Logan over Scott.

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Jean had been standing at the kitchen window for more than a few minutes already when Betsy joined her. "Something fascinating on the lawn?"

"Logan and Remy. Again." Jean wasn't sure exactly how many times she had seen the two men engaging in serious conversation, but she was pretty sure that 99% of them had taken place within the past month.

"Fighting?"

Jean laughed and shook her head. "No, not this time."

Betsy leaned against the counter next to her, watching silently as the two men lounged on the picnic table, taking advantage of the large patch of shade provided by a towering oak tree. Their seemingly relaxed postures--Logan leaning back on his elbows, Gambit flat on his back on the tabletop--almost disguised the fact that they were having a fairly intense discussion.

Had been, in fact, for several days running.

The normal cacophony of noise that accompanied Hank and Bobby wherever they went together began to drift into the kitchen, signaling their impending arrival. Neither woman showed any outward reaction, but the switch to telepathic conversation was immediate.

Betsy tilted her head. ~They have been spending a lot of time together recently.~ She moved away from the window. "Tea?"

The other woman nodded absently. "Sounds good." ~They both went to that motorcycle thing the other day.~

Behind her, Betsy rummaged in the pantry. ~And they went to Harry's together twice last week.~ "Chamomile or mint?"

Outside, Remy sat up and planted his feet on the bench next to Logan, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He was staring straight ahead, but the movement of his lips and the way Logan's head tipped toward him slightly indicated the conversation was not over yet.

"Are we out of blackberry?" The urge to eavesdrop just a little bit was strong. Too bad Logan and Remy were among the few people in the mansion who would sense it immediately. She shrugged in an attempt to convince herself she wasn't really curious. ~Male bonding, I guess.~

"No blackberry. One bag of orange raspberry though." Betsy blew the dust off it and crinkled her nose. ~I thought they usually bonded by pummeling each other in the Danger Room.~

Both men were on their feet now, heading across the lawn toward the dock. Logan pulled a cigar from the pocket of his shirt, pointing it at Gambit in emphasis before he lit it.

"Mint then, I guess." She turned from the window and reached for the teapot. ~I wonder what those two are planning.~

Betsy plucked two cups from the rack next to the sink. "I'll get the honey." ~Whatever it is, it can't be good.~

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Jean was just falling asleep when the squeaky hinge on their door told her Logan was back. She cracked one eye and saw a yellow rectangle of light splash across the far wall, watched the dark shape of his distinctive profile loom in the center of it until he closed the door behind him. Familiar sounds as he shrugged off his jacket, put his keys and wallet on the dresser, approached his side of the bed.

"You awake?"

~Mmm. . .barely.~ Telepathy came in handy when you were too tired to bother speaking out loud.

The bed dipped under his considerable adamantium-enhanced weight as he sat to pull off his boots. They were on their fourth mattress and box spring since they had started sharing a room three years ago. That heavy skeleton was hell on the bed. But then, so were lots of other things, and she was partially to blame for those. She tried to stifle a giggle, and failed.

"You sound awake now. What's so funny over there?" One balled up sock sailed across the room and hit the wall next to the hamper.

"Nothing. How was Harry's?" Soft thud as the other sock joined its mate on the floor next to the hamper. She turned over to lay on her other side, watched as he tugged his T-shirt over his head and threw it in the general direction of the socks.

He twisted around to look at her, leaning on one perfectly muscled arm. "Same as always. How'd it go?" His other hand lazily scratched the hard ridges of his stomach, fingers curling and opening over the line of hair that ran down the center of his abdomen.

She was definitely awake now.

He was watching her watch his hand, and she shivered lightly as a dirty thought slipped from his mind and into hers. When her eyes finally found their way back to his face he grinned at her like a naughty little boy. A naughty little boy with big sharp teeth.

She knew his control was better than that, knew that he had done it on purpose. She knew exactly what he was doing. So she thought at the time.

His hand was moving again, sliding down his stomach, taking her eyes with it.

"How'd your lecture go?" he asked again, casually drumming his fingers on his belt buckle, thumb hooked under the waistband of his jeans.

God, he was a tease.

She pushed herself up on one elbow, letting the sheet slide down to give him an unobstructed view of the white tank top she wore. Her hard nipples poked up through the nearly transparent fabric. "Do you really want to talk about that now?"

His laugh was low and quiet as he leaned down and buried his face in her neck, all hot breath and whiskey and cigar smoke and stubble. He nuzzled his way up to her ear as she threaded her fingers through this hair. "Not really," he admitted, the tip of his tongue teasing her earlobe. "But if you think you can stay awake for a few more minutes, we can not talk about a whole lotta things."

She tilted her head back, let him follow the line of her jaw with his mouth. "Absolutely."

And then he was gone, so quickly and so silently that he seemed to almost disappear. The bathroom light spilled into the room briefly before he closed the door, and she lay there listening to him brush his teeth as she debated whether or not to take off her underwear.

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If she hadn't been on the verge of her first orgasm of the night, she probably would have noticed Remy sooner.

She was sprawled sideways on the bed, her thin tank top pushed up to expose one flushed breast, a naked Logan between her legs, painstakingly driving her out of her mind with his tongue. Her arms hung off the bed behind her head, wrists bound together with her tiny panties. Apparently, he had wanted her to leave them on.

So it took a second for her to process the fact that someone was running their fingers through her hair where it hung off the bed. Something Logan could not possibly accomplish without stopping what he was doing. And he most definitely had not stopped. She was tempted to ignore it. Logan only needed a few more seconds to get the job done, and it was probably nothing more than a lust-induced hallucination anyway.

Then the fingers tugged gently on her hair, as if their owner was a getting a little impatient with her lack of response. It was funny how much her eyes widened when she saw Remy standing over her, given how stubbornly they had resisted opening at all. Her body was frantically pointing out that Logan's tongue had suddenly gone AWOL at an extremely inconvenient time, and for a second she actually debated which issue to deal with first.

"Room for me, chère?" Her hair slid over his hand again, the ends tickling the inside of her elbow.

"What??" This couldn't possibly be happening. For one thing, there was no way Logan would--

Logan.

She lifted her head to look at him, wondering why he hadn't punched six neat holes in Remy's stomach for even suggesting such a thing. For simply being in the room, come to think of it.

He was watching her intently, his tousled head framed neatly by her smooth thighs. His eyes held hers as his mouth opened over the tiny point of flesh he had so recently deserted. His tongue dipped down and lightly grazed it, just once.

She wanted more.

He knew it.

"Answer the question, darlin'." Another slow, teasing lick.

"What?!?"

Remy was on the bed next to her now, up on his knees. He wore jeans and a T-shirt, but his feet were bare. His red eyes glowed beneath the soft hair that always seemed to be falling into his face; many times she had resisted the urge to brush it away from his forehead as if he were a little boy.

He certainly wasn't reminding her of a little boy right now.

He quirked one perfectly shaped eyebrow as his unreasonably beautiful lips, which seemed far too sensuous and sculpted to belong to a man, curved upward in a smile. "Dat all you can say, Jeannie?" He turned his fiery gaze on Logan. "Thought you said she was a talker."

Her mind raced backward several days, to a quiet afternoon when she and Betsy had made tea and pondered what Logan and Remy could possibly be discussing with such seriousness. Now, without using even the tiniest bit of her power, she was absolutely sure what it was.

Her.

Hot breath on the wet flesh between her legs brought her back to the current situation. Logan was waiting for an answer.

She swallowed with a throat that was far too dry and tight for comfort. "You're kidding, right?" Had to be.

Logan rubbed his chin lightly back and forth between her legs, stubble scratching her delicate pink skin but doing nothing for the itch there. "Nope."

"What if I don't want to?"

"/I/ want you to." His tongue slid up against her again, stroking wetly and perfectly just where she needed it.

Her head fell back and she opened her mind, sending a burst of shivery pleasure to both men, feeling Logan's familiar masculine pleasure--and a tinge of sexual pride--flow back at her immediately. A fraction of a second later her mind blossomed with a vibrant mixture of desire and curiosity, carried on a lush undercurrent of more subtle impressions--the irresistible lure of the forbidden, the distinctive thrill of having something that was not yours for the taking. The kind of inner construct that could only belong to a thief.

Logan's voice floated through her head. ~Trust me.~

She opened her eyes to find Gambit looming over her, reaching for the knotted fabric that restrained her hands. His extraordinary eyes crawled over her greedily as she pushed herself against Logan's mouth, and the last of her hesitation fell away with the thin piece of silk and lace that slid from her wrists under Remy's talented fingers.

Logan had abandoned her, leaving her cruelly unfulfilled and panting, teetering on the edge of release. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, hovering off to the side, watching intently, his mind awash in curiosity and anticipation. She wasn't sure what to do next.

Luckily, Remy had some ideas.

He reached behind him and grabbed the back of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. She dimly noted that he and Logan took their shirts off the same way, but most of her mind was preoccupied with the way the muscles in Remy's torso shifted and contracted as he tugged on his shirt. She suddenly hoped he'd get rid of his pants as well, but he simply tossed the shirt to the floor and gracefully settled his lean body next to her frustrated one.

He smiled reassuringly, hands roaming over her slowly, gently following the contours of her body. He planted a soft kiss in the center of her chest, and then his mouth traced the underside of one breast before sliding over her ribs and down to her hipbone. His hands never stopped moving on her, leaving tingling nerves in their wake as his tongue flicked over her skin on its way back up her body, slowing only to circle a pink nipple before moving on to her throat. His fingers tangled in her hair as his sweet mouth teased her earlobe, lips whispering something she couldn't understand as they slid back down her neck. She willingly turned toward him as strong fingers tugged on her hip, closing her eyes in relief as he slid one solid leg between hers. The hand in her hair gently gripped the back of her head and the other tightened on her ass, working her against the ridged muscles of his thigh in a slow, easy rhythm.

Even as she pushed herself against the hard thigh between hers, Jean was sure that this was going to be the part that called Logan's bluff. Whatever game he was playing was bound to come to a screeching halt roughly three seconds after Remy started touching her. The reality of seeing her this way with another man was not something she could picture Logan taking kindly to. But it didn't end, and Remy didn't stop, and soon enough she forgot to care.

She gripped the arm that was working her hips, felt hard biceps flexing under soft skin beneath her fingers, and hard leg muscle under rough denim between her thighs. He shifted slightly so she was almost under him, the hand in her hair tilting her face toward his as the wetness between her legs soaked through the denim of his jeans. He looked down at her intently as he pushed his leg against her a little harder, his hand moving down to rest under the curve of her backside. His arm seemed to fit perfectly there, and he used it to control her hips, making tiny adjustments in pressure and angle, finding the perfect spot. Her head tried to fall forward against his chest, but he tightened his grip in her hair and held her where she was.

His arm worked her against him at a maddeningly slow pace, the pressure of his wonderful thigh increasing in intensity as his fingers crept inward along the back of her leg until they met slick dampness. Two fingertips teased at her and she arched her back a little to offer greater access. She made a small sound as his fingers brushed her opening, her hand tightening on his shoulder as his fingers slid into her just a tiny bit, all her current position would allow. They withdrew slightly as he rocked her forward against his leg, then slid into her again as he let her fall back.

She tried to move her hips back, force his fingers in deeper, but quickly gave up when she realized she couldn't make it happen without losing that perfect friction between her legs. She longed for more of both and was unwilling to give up either, so she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. Caught between his leg and his hand, she let him drive her unhurriedly toward orgasm. When the first waves of pleasure hit her he finally let her head fall forward and she pressed her open mouth to his smooth, unyielding chest as she shuddered and writhed against him.

He held her where she was for a minute, his hand running in soft circles on the small of her back, waiting for her to recover. She floated in a haze, her own warm satisfaction bumping elbows in her head with the sharper, more immediate cravings she was picking up from the two men. She carefully reached for Logan's mind and was relieved to find him incredibly aroused but content for the moment, his thoughts actually of a more positive nature than was usual for him. He was willing to wait. For now.

She eased into a sitting position when she felt able to, untangling shaky legs that she knew wouldn't carry her two steps from the bed at this point. Remy lay back and watched her silently, one arm falling to the bed next to his head, the other still resting on the small of her back, his fingers running up and down the base of her spine.

That slight smile that seemed to constantly be on Remy's face was a little strange to her, so different from Logan's usual intense expression. She smiled back at him as she brushed a lock of her hair away from her eye, watched his small smile grow into an outright grin, morphing into that familiar cocky Gambit smirk that looked right at home on his face. The one that said he knew he was gorgeous and he knew that every woman in the mansion had wondered what it would be like to have him all to herself for just one night.

And now, suddenly and unexpectedly, here he was, in all his splendor. This wasn't quite having him all to herself, but she'd manage.

He waited patiently as she slowly took him in with her eyes, taking advantage of this opportunity to look as much as she liked. She stared unabashedly, soaking him up as he lay there looking endearingly disheveled and charmingly corrupt.

God, he was magnificent.

He was a work of art, a collection of flawless pieces that formed a breathtakingly beautiful whole. She ran her eyes over the perfectly drawn jaw line, the skin that flowed like satin over his battle-hardened body, the finely muscled limbs that looked deceptively relaxed despite the hunger that radiated from every inch of his perfect, glossy flesh. Even his ears were beautiful. He was sublime, unreal. A Greek god in faded jeans.

She ran a hand up his thigh, skating her fingers over the sharply defined stomach muscles that rose and fell above the obvious bulge in his jeans. One finger circled lightly in the scattering of soft hair just above his waistband, and she had the sudden urge to feel it tickling her lips as he wrapped his hands in her hair and held her head against his body. Right on cue, his hand on her back slid up slightly and began to press her forward gently, moving up to disappear into her hair as she leaned down and kissed him softly just below his navel. She opened her mouth and let her tongue swirl in a small circle, teasing the fine hair as he groaned and gripped her head tightly, and she was seconds away from opening his jeans with a mere thought when he gently pulled her away from his body.

Then she was under him again, his hands gliding over her as he settled between her legs, teasing a nipple with his hot mouth as he eased her onto her back. She slid her hands along the sharp angle of his jaw, fingers knotting in the soft hair just behind his ears, sighing in frustration as he shifted his weight to the side. The insistent, instantly recognizable heat of his denim-covered erection dug into her inner thigh. One hand teased her between her legs, running lightly along slippery smooth skin, thumb pressing expertly in just the right spot. She gasped as she reached up and mouthed his chest, grazing a flat nipple with her teeth as he eased one gentle finger into her with a maddening lack of haste. She slid slightly parted lips over his chest, her small cries muffled by his body as he added a second finger, his hips beginning to move against the inside of her thigh in time with his hand.

She pressed up into him as he took his hand away from her body, twisting her hips to grind herself squarely against his hardness. He moaned low in his throat and his eyelids fluttered a little, and he seemed to struggle to regain his focus for a moment. Then the hand that had been between her legs slid across her mouth, spreading her own sour-sweet moisture over her lower lip. She heard Logan rumble appreciatively, his sensitive nose assaulted by one of his favorite smells, and then Remy lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her lip, carrying her taste away with him.

Her mouth tried to follow his as he pulled away, but he planted a hand in the middle of her chest and held her down with gentle force and a crooked smile. He was already kissing his way down her body, moving to settle between her legs. The first touch of his tongue drew a soft gasp from her parted lips, then short, high-pitched pants as he worked at her delicately swollen sex.

His fingers found her again, thrusting slowly into her in tandem with the movement of his tongue, once again leaving her all too soon. He slid his hand back up her body, reaching for her mouth, and she opened her lips obediently, working her tongue eagerly against his lightly callused fingers, her own flavor bursting across her tongue. Logan was suddenly leaning over her, one hand braced on the bed next to her head, the other tugging at Remy's arm until she had no choice but to open her mouth and let go. She shivered as Gambit's wet fingers left a damp trail down the center of her body, settling lightly on her hip as Logan's mouth crushed hers, hot and eager. He parted her lips hungrily, sweeping the inside of her mouth with his tongue, unable to pass up this chance to kiss her and taste her at the same time.

Remy's tongue traced a downward path, pausing to tease her with hot breath. She whimpered and rocked her hips, straining for more. He hesitated for a few short seconds before he gently dipped his tongue inside her body and gave an appreciative "Mmmmm."

Logan pulled his mouth away just far enough to whisper against her lips. "Hear that, baby? You taste so good. . .I can't get enough. Neither can he." She grabbed at Logan's head with her left hand and reached for Remy's with her right, eager to keep both tongues in place, greedy for sensation.

Remy's fingers entered her again, twisting into her briefly before he brought his hand back up toward her mouth again. But this time it was Logan who caught Remy's fingers between his lips, sucking on them greedily. She stared up at the corded column of Logan's throat, Remy's thumb lightly brushing the side of Logan's stubbled jaw, Logan's eyes closing gently as the first two fingers of Remy's hand disappeared into his mouth. There was something mesmerizing about it, and she couldn't help but stare, her eyes moving back and forth from the hard masculine planes of Logan's face to the sleek contours of Remy's arm, over and over again. The sensation of Remy's tongue combined with the arousing sight of Logan licking her moisture off another man's fingers finally became too much, and she closed her eyes and let the fire in her body rage out of control.

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God, he was talented.

His mouth worked her tirelessly, tracing endless circles, applying the right amount of pressure in just the right places. And there was something so damned erotic about looking down between her legs and seeing those strange eyes peeking up at her.

She and Betsy had often speculated about Remy and his skills as a lover, coming to the shared conclusion that a night in bed with him couldn't possibly be anything but a disappointment. He couldn't possibly possess the level of expertise they had assigned him in their more lurid imaginings. He couldn't possibly fulfill their expectations, which had grown to epic proportions over the years. He couldn't possibly. He couldn't.

As she came for the third time beneath his tongue, she decided he could. And she was prepared to give him every opportunity to prove to her just how wrong she had been.

Sex with Logan was like being devoured whole. Ripped open and possessed. It was raw and elemental, and it was fueled by instincts that flowed from some primal place within him that demanded she hold nothing back. And she never held back, couldn't even if she wanted to, because something in him called to that dark part of her that longed to consume and be consumed.

Sex with Gambit was like being gently worshipped. Exalted and revered. It was easy and fluid, the slow controlled burn of adoration. His mouth and hands flowed over her like warm oil as his mind brushed hers lightly and reverently. It lacked nothing in intensity and passion, but his heightened awareness of her responses came from a different source, and it made for a subtle but electrifying difference.

But she could think about that later.

Remy rose up onto his knees, grinning at her as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Her eyes widened when she saw he was naked and she wondered how the hell he had gotten out of his jeans without her even noticing. He leaned forward and closed his hands tightly around her upper arms, hauling her up onto her knees in front of him. Her arms closed around his neck as he held her tightly against him, smooth bare hardness pushing hotly against her stomach. She bit his neck lightly as she ground herself against him, feeling a thin rivulet of moisture slowly run down the inside of her thigh.

She felt his surprise as she pushed him down onto his back, then heard him groan as she straddled him, sliding wetly up and down his erection. She ran her hands over the planes of his chest, wanting to explore every naughty inch of his body first, but not sure she could resist the rigid temptation between her legs.

Then other hands were on her, pulling her back, and she suddenly found herself at the head of the bed, resting in Logan's lap. Remy reared up in front of her and she saw his eyes flash, felt sharp bolts of irritation and frustration directed at Logan, who was apparently going to deny him what he had been promised. Logan's thoughts barged in, gruffly declaring that he was going to be involved from here on out and Remy could take it or leave it. Jean fervently hoped Remy would pick the first option as she watched his eyes narrow in thought, then gave a little mental whoop as he lowered himself to his hands and knees and crawled up the bed. He flashed a gorgeous smile full of seduction and intent, making her breath catch in her chest as he lowered his head and gently kissed her thigh.

He pushed her backward to rest against Logan's chest, then motioned for Logan to bring his legs up between hers, pushing them apart to hold her thighs open with gentle outward pressure. She was spread open and totally exposed, and it made her feel vulnerable--and incredibly aroused. She was also rather impressed with Gambit's problem-solving skills. He certainly seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

Remy's eyes met hers and he looked a little sheepish as he picked up her train of thought. He shrugged. "Read 'bout dis in a story once," he said, a picture of studied innocence. He put one strong hand on either side of Logan's chest, moving up to rest his hips between Jean's thighs. He nuzzled her ear lightly, purring, "Where were we den?"

"Mmmm. . .I think you were right about there," she breathed as he brushed up against her. She arched her back and moved her hips, reaching for him with her body. "But I think you'd be more comfortable here. . ."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It felt wonderful, but at the moment the sensations were taking a backseat to the view.

Remy was undeniably handsome in any situation, but she had to admit that at the moment he was absolutely stunning. His cheeks were delicately flushed, a shiny lock of hair brushing against his brow, and the way his long eyelashes lay on his cheeks when his eyes fluttered closed was distracting in the extreme. The muscles of his broad chest shifted as he sank slowly into her body, his arms twitching with the effort of restraint when he thrust in deeply and stayed there, savoring the feel of being enveloped completely in living warmth.

It was so good and so new and he was so beautiful, and when he began to pull back slowly she just couldn't stand to let him go yet. She thrust her hips up, taking him back into her completely again, clenching around him tightly to hold him there. He moaned and dropped his head into the crook of her neck, murmuring something that sounded almost like a curse. They stayed like that for a long moment, his fists knotting in her hair, his pulse hammering rapidly in the hard flesh she was clutching so tightly inside her.

She gradually relaxed her hold on him, pushing her hips into his gently, urging him to move. It began slowly, long controlled movements that rolled through her whole body the way his thoughts and feelings rolled through her mind. She brought her hips up to meet him, eagerly sinking into the combined pleasures coiling behind her closed eyes. The knot of tension he was creating between her legs began to tighten unbearably, and soon she was encouraging him, praising him, urging him on with words borne on a stream of little moans and breathy pants and high-pitched gasps. He murmured thickly in response, his thoughts and intonation making his meaning clear even when the words were lost on her.

Her first orgasm rolled through her lower belly in time with Remy's thrusts, making her cry out each time she contracted around him, leaving her feeling oddly hollow and still very much aroused. Gambit gritted his teeth and held himself still for a minute, his hard stomach pushing against hers with each rapid breath. His thoughts began to fall back into order as the urge to move faded slightly, and it made her head feel a little empty. He grinned down at her. "Again?"

She nodded her head and it began all over again. It built more slowly this time, but she wasn't sure if that was because of her or him. She explored his thoughts as he penetrated her body, chastising him playfully over the childlike satisfaction he was deriving from playing with Logan's favorite toy, one that was unquestionably off-limits to all others. He was immersing himself in her totally, greedily soaking up both his pleasure and hers as he coaxed her body along.

Logan moved her hands to her breasts, his fingers guiding hers over her own body, kneading and rolling. His stiff cock rode the crack of her ass, his hips moving slightly to increase the friction. "God, I'm so hard, darlin'. I can smell you from here, can still taste you on my tongue." She moaned in response, her hands moving of their own accord over her nipples as he continued to pour words into her ear. "I love seein' you like this. You're so amazing. . .I wanna watch you come for him again." Her hips moved a little faster, reaching.

"Look at him," Logan purred hoarsely. She obeyed. Remy's head was thrown back, his brow furrowed in a tiny grimace, every muscle in his upper body standing out like he had been carved from marble. His arms trembled slightly as he began to move a little faster, curvy mouth parting slightly as he moaned above her. His eyes flickered open, gazing down on her intently. "Look at him--he's tryin' so hard not to come. It's a losin' battle, but he'll try anyway." Remy shifted his hips, finding a new angle, riding her perfectly. "He wants to make it last. . .holdin' it back until it hurts, til he can't hardly see straight."

Remy's breath came fast and hoarse as the smooth glide of him moving in and out became less gentle, more demanding, pushing her closer to completion with both his body and his mind, craving release even as he desperately wished he could keep going forever. Jean's high-pitched little pants increased in volume as the tension gathering in her lower belly began to flicker and unfold. Stubble scratched her ear as Logan's words were carried to her on shallow breaths. "It's the best fuckin' thing and the worst fuckin' thing, makin' it last, tryin' to hold out when it's so tight and so hot. It's like fallin' into molten lava. Every nerve screamin' at you to stop, but you can't. Not yet. Not yet." She just needed a little more, more of his fluid friction driving against her body, more of his heated emotion washing through her head. Remy was riding the edge with her, reeling under the urge to succumb to the inevitable. "Then it's so close you can taste it, feel it start to rise up inside and this time you can't make it stop no matter how hard you try. It's torture, clawin' at your insides til you explode. And then you let go and it's even better, because it's so good it hurts."

Logan's words echoed in her head as the first waves of her orgasm skittered across her body, muscles clamping down fiercely on Remy as he cried out and lunged forward one last time. Every muscle in his body tightened like iron and he groaned helplessly as his hips jerked in time with the long-delayed spasms of release. Pleasure and relief burst into her head, carving a scorching path down her shuddering body, jumping back to Remy in a bright flash that she could almost see behind her eyelids, and then all was still.

Sweaty. They were all sweaty.

Jean's hands, still on her own breasts, were still pinned beneath Logan's, which were in turn pinned beneath Remy's winded body. She gave Gambit a mental nudge, and he reluctantly raised himself up enough to free their arms, then promptly flopped back down, resting his head sweetly between her breasts. She ran the fingers of one hand up and down his back lightly, smiling at his happy sighs. Logan had claimed her other hand and was tracing small, ticklish circles on her palm with his thumb as he nuzzled her hair.

She was vaguely thinking that she could doze off right there when Logan's hand tightened on hers and he brought it up to his mouth, biting the tip of one finger gently. "Don't even think about it, baby."

She tilted her head up to look at him as she pressed herself back into him, watching his eyes widen as her weight bore down on his throbbing erection. "Did you have something else you wanted to do?" she asked with as much false innocence as she could muster while feeling so thoroughly debauched.

The way he smiled should have been a warning, but she was still a little dazed from what had just happened. And how it had happened.

Logan pushed on Remy's damp shoulder with his free hand. She shivered as Remy rose up and pulled away, her skin cooling rapidly without the warmth of another body on hers. Logan's hands closed on her hips and shifted her slightly, pulling her up a little until her head rested on the pillow next to his. He straightened his knees and brought his legs together between hers as Remy obligingly waited for them to settle. Remy flashed Jean a small smile as he straddled Logan's legs, and she felt a little breathless at just how at home he looked between her upraised knees. Then she felt the tip of Logan's erection pushing on her sensitive flesh, and she squirmed a little, tilting her hips to rub herself against it.

Logan's hands left her hips to close over her breasts as Remy's hand ran down the inside of her leg. Two fingers slid gently inside of her, moving in and out slowly and deliberately, and then they were gone. The mouth next to her ear sucked in a startled breath, and she watched in fascination as Remy's hand slid over Logan's erection, transferring the slick wetness, glistening fingers coating Logan's deeply red flesh from base to tip. "Fuck, Remy. . ." Logan hissed, hot breath rushing past her ear, the hoarseness of his voice chasing goosebumps across her body.

"Maybe later, mon ami," Remy said from behind a naughty grin. He raised an eyebrow at Jean when the images his comment provoked in her mind overflowed into his, then added a few of his own that actually made her blush. Hard to imagine, given what they were doing at that very moment, but she was still capable of blushing.

Those thoughts were quickly forgotten as his hand returned to her, dipping in, gathering moisture before it once again slid over Logan, whose hands tightened on her breasts as the other man stroked him. Remy's fingers began to move faster and a little more intently, gliding over them again and again until they were both moving their hips and moaning, everything down there slippery and aching and demanding.

When it became too much, Jean shifted slightly until she felt Logan in position at her entrance, greedily grinding against him, wanting him inside. He refused to cooperate, shifting beneath her just enough to thwart her efforts. Before she could open her mouth to protest or beg or whatever it was she was about to do, he had taken hold of her wrists and pressed her arms to the pillow above their heads, holding them there with one hand. His other hand drifted down to splay across her flat stomach, pinning her against him firmly.

Her right arm was bent uncomfortably around and above Logan's head, her left arm pressed against the side of her own face, stretched toward the right one at an awkward angle. It wasn't unbearably uncomfortable yet, but it certainly had the potential to be. She opened her mouth to protest, then paused as she felt Gambit's hands on her again, one tilting her hips upward slightly, the other delving into her again, spreading the seemingly endless supply of sticky fluid down to--oh God. She jumped when a finger brushed the tiny opening, her muscles tensing as a fingertip sought entrance.

Suddenly, this wasn't so fun anymore.

She tried to wiggle away but Logan's hand pushed down on her stomach. Remy's free hand came up to meet Logan's, their fingers intertwining on her belly. She stared at their hands for a second, and it sent a sudden rush of wetness between her legs as it simultaneously scared the hell out of her. Logan didn't really need any help holding her down-and even both men together weren't capable of making her stay there if she really didn't want to. It was what it represented that was so frightening and yet so arousing.

They were working together. They had a plan.

Remy's fingers continued to stroke her, insistent and firm, as she tried to jerk her arms free. Logan's hand tightened on her wrists, his hard metal bones grinding painfully against her ordinary ones. Remy pressed a finger into her, deftly transferring the wetness he had helped generate earlier, creating another slick entrance into her body.

She knew even before she spoke that she would sound panicked and like she was pleading, but she had to say something, had to make them understand that she didn't want this. "Wait, no. . .I haven't. . .I can't. . ."

Logan's voice cut off her protest. "You're gonna."

His matter-of-fact tone startled her, made her instantly recall her lighthearted exchange with Betsy in the kitchen, the other woman joking, "Whatever it is, it can't be good."

Oh Betsy, you have no idea.

She turned her head slightly to look at Logan, his face right up against hers in the small space between her captive arms. He was watching her intently, his eyes daring her to stop them. And she could, she knew. She could incapacitate them both with a mere thought.

But she didn't.

She felt like she should, because she didn't want this. No, that was wrong. She didn't want to want this. But she did. Some part of her did. Some part of her that she hadn't ever admitted existed craved the powerlessness, the utter intensity, the feeling that this was just so damn naughty. But somehow Logan had known. Rather than break free, she could voluntarily surrender herself to him. Let him make this happen.

Conscious of the slick fingers still working between her legs, she opened her mind a tiny bit more, trying to read them both. She focused on the task of sorting through the jumble that poured into her head, trying to follow the various threads back to their proper owners. It was an undertaking made all the more difficult when Remy began to insistently add a second finger to the place that already too small for just one. When she finally focused enough to make sense of what she was picking up, it was clear to her that there was no malice there, no intent to harm. They were just. . .horny.

Logan hissed as Remy wrapped his hand around his hard flesh, tilting him into position. Jean whimpered as the smooth head of Logan's erection replaced Remy's fingers, felt Logan's desire surge instantly when he heard the tiny, helpless sound, her fear adding a delicious and forbidden edge to his need. The joined hands on her abdomen pressed down gently but steadily and Logan's hips began to lift upward slightly, the head of his cock driving its way into her body, forcing her flesh to give way to his.

It was horrific. The pain drove the air from her lungs on a sharp cry, and her body arched like a bowstring on top of Logan's, her feet sliding out from under her on the sheets. She tried to twist her hips, desperate to get away from the agony of invasion even as she told herself that panicking was only going to make this damn near impossible.

Remy's hands closed around her ankles and held them down on the bed. The hand on her wrists tugged at her arms, pulling them upward, lodging her bicep tightly under Logan's scratchy chin, pressing her forearm tightly against the side of his face. His mouth brushed her ear. "You keep strugglin', you'll just make it worse," he said gruffly, the tightness of his voice betraying just how aroused he was. As if the rock hard piece of him that was currently tearing into her ass wasn't a clue.

"Please. . ." she whined softly.

"Shhhh. . .we're not done yet. Stop fightin'."

For the first time ever, Jean found herself cursing the fact that Logan was so generously proportioned. She willed her shocked muscles to unclench, tried to relax into the solid body beneath hers, focusing on the soothing rhythm of Remy's fingers as they moved to gently stroke the inside of her trembling thigh. She was moderately successful, right up until Logan moved his hips again. Remy had prepared the way for Logan well, and despite her body's reaction he continued to surge forward into her. She tensed and sucked in a breath, squeezing her eyes shut against the burning pain, then opening them again as Remy began to slowly stroke her clit with his thumb. He was watching intently as Logan slowly worked his way into her body, his free hand idly running up and down his own rapidly returning erection.

The delicious pressure on her clitoris was a welcome diversion, but couldn't distract her entirely from the searing ache of Logan's intrusion. Her flesh felt stretched to the tearing point. "Hurts. . ." she whined, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as Logan steadily forced another rigid inch inside.

"I know, baby. You're doin' good," he said softly, his breath tickling her ear in rapid pants. His hand began to move slowly and intently on her stomach, rubbing in small circles just below her navel, dipping down into the moist red hair between her legs. His fingers briefly tangled with Remy's, then moved back to her stomach. "That's it, that's my good girl--"

His words of encouragement were interrupted by her gasping cry as Remy lowered his head to lap at her with his tongue. He teased her clitoris lightly, his hands spreading her open slightly so he could taste the wetness leaking from her, wetness that was her and him and still more her.

Her vision swam for a second as Logan renewed his attack, pushing both up and down inexorably, continuing to growl in her ear between sharp breaths. "That's it, darlin'. . .you feel so good. . .so tight. Almost there. . .that's it. . .I'm almost in. So good. . .almost there."

Remy shifted slightly, moving his mouth down to run his tongue along the painfully stretched flesh below her slick sex, wetly tracing the burning edge of the opening that was slowly and excruciatingly succumbing to Logan's persistent assault. Jean's head jerked up with a sharp cry, her wild eyes meeting Gambit's knowing ones. "Ah! God--that's. . .oh, God--" Her head fell back and she moaned brokenly at the confusing sensation. It was excruciating. It was amazing. It was agonizing. It was exquisite.

His satin rough tongue continued its delicious torture as his fingers found her again, rubbing lightly in gentle strokes that sparked through her body, feeding off the pain she was feeling below. Her entire world narrowed to just a few inches of taut skin and rigid flesh and gliding tongue as she writhed helplessly, impaled on the white-hot torment that was Logan's cock, her breath coming fast and noisy.

Logan's voice in her ear, groaning as he sought another inch. "See what I mean, darlin'? You feel it?"

She did. God, she did. She knew now what he meant. It was pleasure and it was pain and it was wonderful and it was awful and it was beautiful and it was scary and it was totally unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

"Please. . ." Even she wasn't sure what she was asking. Stop. Don't stop. More. No more.

Logan released her wrists at last and she let her protesting arms fall to the bed on either side of them, clutching at the sheets, fingernails digging into her hands even through the heavy linen. His hands landed on her breasts and teased them lightly, his breath hitching as Remy's tongue dipped down to slide along the exposed part of his shaft, following it down to swirl across the soft skin below. Remy prompted a strangled moan from Logan as he worked his way back up, dragging his teeth over stiff flesh, pausing to gently push his tongue into Jean. His fingers picked up speed as he moved downward again, his tongue riding the path of solid flesh between the two bodies at his mercy. They both moaned under his attentions, Logan's cries punctuated by the occasional curse as Remy nipped at him lightly.

She began to move her hips the tiniest bit as Remy's tongue flickered over her and he willingly lingered, rubbing her a little faster and a little harder. Even this slight motion on her part sent pain licking across her tightly stretched skin, but it was changing, blending with the sensations Remy was creating, blurring the edges of both the pain and the pleasure until they began to overlap and she couldn't tell them apart.

Logan moved one hand back to her stomach, gently encouraging the movement of her hips, even this small friction driving him mad. He pressed his forehead against the side of her face, watching as her body jumped and quivered on top of his. She called Remy's name and reached for him, her hand closing in a fist in his hair as he bore down on her with his mouth and his hand. Logan closed his teeth on her earlobe, feeling her body take in a little more of him as she clutched his arm. He let out a throaty groan as her nails bit into him, his entire body humming with the intense sensations she was pouring into his mind.

She was so close. "Logan. . ."

"That's it, baby, that's it. . .come on. . ."

His mouth found her shoulder, biting down hard, teeth coming dangerously close to breaking the skin as he pinched one tiny erect nipple between his fingers. She arched up, making a sound that was almost a sob, feeling herself tumble helplessly toward release as Remy's teeth grazed that tender part of her body that was driving her insane. At that moment Logan pushed down with his hand and thrust up with his hips, burying that final inch at last as her head snapped back and her body contracted around him.

~*~*~*~*~*~

They barely gave her a chance to recover this time.

Logan's body was tensed and straining beneath hers, muscles knotting as he tamped down the overwhelming urge to flip her onto her knees and have at her. He was panting, his hands opening and closing reflexively on her hips as she tried to figure out why he was doing nothing at all that would lead to his own orgasm.

Then Remy carefully slipped one finger inside her, adding a second one almost immediately. It felt uncomfortably full to her, with Logan taking up all that space where he was not supposed to be, and then everything became clear to her and she whimpered as she realized that things were about to get much, much more full. The grinning Cajun was sporting an impressive, dripping erection, and she knew exactly where he intended to put it.

Then Logan had somehow gotten hold of her hands again, and he was holding them down on the pillow, just like before. No, nothing like before, really. This was going to a singularly unique experience.

Remy crawled slowly up the two bodies beneath him, one long muscled thigh easing between Logan's slightly parted ones, making room for himself. Red and black eyes met hers as he rubbed himself against her, soft skin on slippery. He brought his head down until their noses nearly touched. "Ready, chère?" It was a soft whisper, and it made her spine tingle.

She managed to nod.

Logan's head nodded automatically as well. He had never been so ready.

So slowly she thought it would never actually happen, Remy lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, soft and smooth, tasting of her and of Logan and of himself. His tongue--which she was considering some sort of tireless wonder at this point, given all the work it had done so far during this encounter--slid up against hers, insistent and warm. He opened his mouth a little wider, demanded a little more, and she tried to reach for him, tangle her fingers in that satin hair, run them across the smooth nape of his neck, hold him where he was until she got enough.

How quickly she had forgotten that she was not really in control of her hands at all. She made a small frustrated noise when Logan refused to let go of her wrist, instead holding her arm firmly where it was. She arched up, pressing her breasts to Remy's chest, rubbing against him like a cat as he plundered her mouth. Her movements drew a moan from Logan even as she herself made a small noise, the slight shift of her body rocking him in and out of her just enough to remind them both of what was to come. Remy's kiss deepened as she whimpered against this tongue, but it wasn't enough, and she twisted her hands helplessly, pleading with Logan telepathically to free her hands, just for a minute. There was no response from him other than an unmistakable swell of wicked amusement.

Bastard.

The mental equivalent of a laugh echoed in her head, and then all else was forgotten as Remy shifted his hips and slowly eased into her body.

Jean wasn't sure if she was fascinated or appalled.

On the one hand, being penetrated by two men at once was amazing. Something she had never in her life contemplated with any seriousness, much less expected to encounter.

On the other hand, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

The introduction of Remy into her already protesting body brought that unforgettable stinging ache screaming back to the surface, and she didn't even try to hide what she was feeling from them, didn't bother to keep anything in her head. Remy had gone completely still, watching her through hooded eyes, his thick hardness throbbing gently inside her as he waited for her to acclimate. She was full, so full that she wondered if forever after this she'd always feel a little empty. So full that it was little frightening.

A slight shift of Gambit's hips made her breath hitch, and she gave a small muffled cry as discomfort flared anew. Remy began to move slowly, his rocking hips providing the barest of motion, and Logan groaned beneath her in equal parts pleasure and relief. The pain, the feeling of being stretched, intensified as the rocking became restrained thrusting. Then Logan gave in with a ragged moan and began to move as well, lifting his hips as Remy pressed down with his, and it didn't matter that she was dripping wet and slippery, or that they were both sliding easily in and out, because the entrance Logan was using was still a ring of raw nerves, each one shrieking in alarm at the sheer size of him.

She tried to find the pleasant sensations she had reveled in mere minutes earlier, searching for any trace of that beautiful dark pleasure that had been there before. It kept skittering away from her and she whimpered in frustration, closing her eyes and seeking out the pleasure of her companions instead, willing it to settle in her body and take hold.

At last it rose up like a phantom in her mind and she latched onto it fiercely, feeling Remy's warm approval wash over her as the ache he was stirring began to fade to something more like irritation. The sensations Logan was provoking became more subtle, blending with and intensifying the enjoyable pull and drag of Remy's flesh gliding along hers. It was good and bad at the same time and she wasn't sure how much more she could take of either, but she didn't want it to stop.

Which was when Remy did precisely that.

He reached up and plucked her hands from Logan's grasp as her eyes popped open in something akin to panic. Logan made a low sound that conveyed both surprise and annoyance as Remy planted his hands on Logan's wrists and bore down, pinning his arms to the mattress. Jean reached for Remy's biceps with both hands and made a tiny little pleading sound as she tried to move her hips. Underneath her, Logan grunted in aggravation and moved with her, trying to prompt Remy into motion. But Remy was having none of it. He pressed down with his hips, pinning them both to the bed as he smiled maliciously.

She dug her heel into the back of Remy's thigh, trying to push his lower body toward her as her nails sunk into his arms. When that failed to motivate him she lifted her head and closed her teeth around one flat dusky nipple. Her sharp bite sent a satisfying shiver through the magnificent body on top of her, but produced no other results. She flattened her tongue and slid it up over the steely curve his chest, following a damp salty path of glistening skin straight to the arch of his neck, where she set her teeth into corded muscle. When that didn't work either she slid her hands into his hair and tried to tug his mouth toward hers. He kissed her willingly enough, but when she opened her eyes she was surprised to find that even as his tongue skated across her lower lip, his eyes were focused solely on Logan.

She fell back in frustration, her head tipping back along Logan's shoulder as she glared at Gambit. He didn't even notice. He was still watching Logan, any hint of a grin now gone as his eyes never wavered from the man beneath him. Logan, for his part, did not sound happy. Not at all.

He was staring right back at Remy, eyes wide and wild, a constant snarl rising and falling in his throat with each breath he sucked in through bared teeth. Pinned under two bodies as he was, he could thrust in and out only a tiny bit, not nearly enough for his satisfaction. He was dependent on Remy to keep them all moving, to provide the stimulation he needed.

And Remy damn well knew that.

Suddenly aware of what was happening beneath her, she gave herself a mental shake, bringing order to the chaos on her head, narrowing her focus, zeroing in on Logan. He was fading rapidly even as she chased him through her head, getting harder and harder to find with each passing second. He was slipping away in a red haze that was creeping into her brain like a sticky fog, disorienting her, making it impossible to catch a glimpse of his thoughts.

No, that wasn't right. She was sensing Logan's thoughts. The problem was there weren't many left to sense.

His mind was going blank, his body reduced to a single pulsing nerve that twisted sharply into his brain, prodding his baser instincts to life. He was down to one thought: he needed to come. He'd been hard for hours, an uncomfortable proposition under normal circumstances, made nearly intolerable when combined with the tormentingly snug confines of Jean's body. Now, with Remy taking up space as well, it was an ungodly tight fit. It was driving him nuts.

But that wasn't the part that made Jean suddenly more than a little uneasy. It was the shadow of heated aggression lurking behind his desperation that bothered her. Logan was being denied what he wanted, and being denied it by another man. The alpha male tendencies were rising fast and hard.

She wondered if Remy realized just how dangerous a game he was playing.

She was just about to sound the mental alarm that he was pushing Logan too far when Remy began to pull back, easing out of her slowly. He stopped just short of leaving her completely, shifting his lower body slightly before sinking back in, just as slowly but at a slightly different angle. The entire length of him ran fluidly down her sensitive flesh on its way into her body, and the snarling in her ear was broken by a rough moan as he steadily embedded himself, rubbing purposefully along Logan's solid length through the thin membrane that separated them. Gambit finally stopped when he could go no further, pausing for a moment to press firmly against Logan, underside to underside. Then he retreated with the same leisurely determination, once again stopping before withdrawing completely.

Remy held himself there, just barely inside her, a slight smirk on his face. Logan's whole body shook and his mental voice rang plainly in Jean's mind, filling it with one word, the only word he could think of right now. Logan swallowed hard, his voice making her think of rusty nails when he opened his mouth and rasped.

"More."

Remy obliged, still moving at the same unhurried pace, his wicked enjoyment coloring his thoughts with the same vivid flush that was coloring his cheeks. He worked in and out in a slow heavy beat, the muscles in his shoulders bunching as he crept forward, jaw tightening fractionally. But his eyes never left the snarling man beneath him, the one whose wrists he held in a white-knuckled grip. Distracted by all that was happening, all she was feeling on behalf of all three of them, it took Jean a minute to realize what was happening.

Remy was fucking Logan.

That thought sent a tiny thrill rippling through her, making her stomach fluttery and her head dizzy. She turned it over in her mind like a soft caramel in her mouth, savoring the nuances of it as Gambit rubbed himself against Logan through the delicate barrier of her body. Her hands slid up and around Remy's shoulders as he stroked her flawlessly, and she tilted her hips on his next downstroke, feeling the first hints of another orgasm flicker between her legs.

Logan's voice was strained, words forced through gritted teeth.

"Faster. . ."

A warm tingle began crawling along her nerves and she reveled in it, eagerly soaking up the sensations, greedily taking in theirs as well. For the moment she was still able to differentiate between her pleasure and theirs, the impressions bursting in her head like fireworks. Logan's blood roaring in his veins, the hot ache in his groin, the wild indignation at being dominated, the frantic need for relief. Remy's vicious amusement, the sweet feel of wet heat and slippery softness, the maddening rub of Logan's iron-hard cock against his, the stubborn determination to defy his own body's demands, the unmistakable intent to push them all as far as he could. To shatter them.

She dragged her fingers down Remy's back, her nails leaving faint white lines along the wide muscled expanse of his shoulders, his thrusts driving her against Logan's body in a steady forceful rhythm that Logan matched stroke for stroke, tilting his hips as much as he was able to. She could feel them both so clearly, both in her body and her mind, everything they were experiencing washing over her like warm rain as they brushed against each other inside her. Her hands closed over Gambit's ass, tightening on clenching muscle with every downstroke, delighting in this new and exotic sense of surrounding while being surrounded.

Her voice broke into urgent moans as she strained against him, lost in a web of deliciously swollen flesh, hair-roughened skin, and short, heated breaths. Logan was making a sound she had never heard from him before, something that was part purr, part growl, part whimper. When he spoke again, she thought she heard the faintest trace of a pleading tone in his voice.

"Harder. . ."

Already feeling his self-control eroding at a swift pace, Remy nonetheless complied, pounding fiercely into the woman below him. Jean sucked in a sharp breath at the tiny bolts of pain his vigorous motion created, while the churning jumble in her mind also took on a slightly different edge. Logan was nearing his breaking point, closing in rapidly on the inevitable moment when his more carnal instincts would take charge and ride roughshod over both Jean and Remy in search of fulfillment. Remy was showing no signs of slowing, but his arms shook as he lunged forward again and again, the strain of holding back going from frustrating to agonizing. Jean ground herself against Remy as his hips met hers, striving anxiously for completion, feeling the less pleasant sensations threatening to overwhelm her, fearing that they would soon overrun the pleasurable feelings altogether.

Just as she felt the situation begin to spin out of control, Remy suddenly freed Logan's wrists. She wondered dimly if that was a good idea at this point, but Logan didn't appear to notice immediately. His attention was obviously focused elsewhere. One of Remy's hands came to rest somewhere on the pillow above Jean's head, taut ropey muscles supporting his weight as his other hand skated up the side of Logan's face. His fingers slid into Logan's hair as he slammed into Jean's body, and then he dipped his head, parted his lips, and brought his mouth down onto Logan's. Logan jerked in surprise, and then his mouth opened in response, working languidly under Remy's wandering tongue, the lazy slide and swirl so at odds with the frantic motion of their bodies.

Heat spread over Jean's skin with the force of a slap as a blistering, tangled swell of naked lust and animalistic need crashed through her mind, gaining strength as the two men began to devour each other. Logan's hands suddenly closed over hers, fingers sliding between her clenched ones, pulling Gambit into her in short, quick thrusts, his own hips jerking beneath her as he met each one.

God, this was going to drive her insane.

She couldn't pull her eyes away, so she simply stared at the two of them as their mouths began to work furiously, stubble scraping roughly against tongue, tongue pushing insistently against teeth, fang sinking lightly into delicate lip. It was strange, it was shocking, it was so unbelievably right. These two splendid creatures, so undeniably different--the rough and the smooth, the visceral and the emotional, the dark and the light--melding into one inside her mind and her body, tearing at the boundary between exquisite pain and intolerable pleasure, holding her safely between them as they stepped over the edge.

She wasn't sure whose name she said when she came; it could have been both, it could have been neither, it could have been merely an anguished cry of satisfaction. Her back arched like the crack of a whip, lifting Remy with her, bringing a sudden end to the kiss. It was like lightning running across her nerves, her body out of control as it clenched down in hard shuddering spasms, her straining muscles contracting with almost painful force around rigid, pumping flesh. Remy and Logan both froze as the vibrant sensations of Jean's orgasm plowed through them, pushing them over the brink with whiplash speed.

Logan's head snapped back and he howled like a wounded animal as he pulsed within her, his tortured flesh finding long-delayed relief, his entire body jerking in time with each deliciously brutal spasm. Remy was mere seconds behind him, gratefully surrendering to release, burying his face in Logan's neck with a shuddering moan of overwhelmingly satisfaction, lost in Jean's clenching heat, feeling Logan's pulsating climax pounding against his own throbbing hardness like a second heartbeat.

And when it was over--when everyone's thoughts and feelings were staying more or in less in their own heads, when breathing was nearing normal and sweat was cooling on bodies that were just starting to notice muscle cramps and chafed skin and heavy people in awkward places--that was when Logan let out a long breath and said something that completely summed up what had just happened, yet was a massive understatement all at the same time.

"Holy shit."

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was much later, when they were untangled and showered and resting on the bed, Jean letting them each have a celebratory smoke in return for their earlier efforts, that Jean realized she had made a terrible mistake. Reclining against the headboard, propped up comfortably under Logan's draped arm, she couldn't help but gaze longingly at the shadowed sleekness of Remy's hip as he lounged next to her like an oversized, oversexed tomcat. She'd barely had a chance to touch him at all, really. A fact that she couldn't forget when he was right next to her hogging all the pillows, the corner of the sheet covering just enough of him to make her wish it wasn't there. It was making her feel a little wistful. There was still so much of him to explore, and in so many ways.

"Somethin' wrong, Jeannie?" Remy gave her a deceptively nonchalant sideways glance, bending his leg just enough to rub his knee gently against the side of her leg. The sheet slid down just a tiny bit, but not enough. She wondered if he would notice if she gave it a little help.

Logan quirked an eyebrow in curiosity, squeezing her shoulders slightly with his arm.

She hesitated, then sent them a little mental care package chock full of the many things she had been contemplating while watching Remy smoke his cigarette. Remy coughed and choked in the middle of blowing a smoke circle and Logan made a sound that was half snort, half laugh.

Gambit turned to look at her then, grinning appreciatively as he mentally replayed the various images she had so thoughtfully provided, paying extra attention to the part where Jean's head was bobbing steadily in his lap. "Dat's definitely on the list for next time."

"Next time?" Ooh, there would be a next time? She mulled the possibility of there being a next time as she turned to look at Logan.

He smiled down at her and then went back to his cigar. She'd take that as a yes.

That settled, she yanked one of the pillows out from behind Remy and curled up on her side, her sore and tired body approving of her decision to lie down. Logan's hand ran idly through her hair as she yawned and burrowed into her pillow. One last thing to tell them before she drifted off. ~Okay, but next time someone else is going to have to take it up the ass.~

The End