Disclaimer: In my dreams I own X-Men… sadly not all dreams come true and I do not own the X-Men. Just this plot.

Summary: AU. No Powers. Womaniser Remy LeBeau, makes a bet with his friends; he has to go 5 weeks without ANY kind of sexual contact, or loose his favourite bike. He thinks it'll be easy, the women in Bayville are nothing special. However he wasn't counting on a new girl at school; A sexy southern gal named Rouge, who has set her sights on him, and only him. Will he last? Or are some bets worth loosing? Romy. Jonda. Kurtty. Colaris. Jott. Rated for Language and Sexual References/Innuendos.

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Prologue

Remy LeBeau was smiling to himself as he walked towards his house. He checked his watch, and cringed at the time. Merde, he thought to himself, mon pere is going to kill me. Amara had been worth it though. She was a fiery vixen in bed, and one of the few femmes Remy slept with more than once.

Ah the femmes. Remy loved girls… well he loved to fuck girls. With his looks and attitude, he could have any femme he wanted, and he knew it. He never saw them as anything more than things to do, well except his friends, and fucking them had become his favourite hobby. He knew that someday it would turn on him, but he hoped that that day wouldn't happen for a long time. A really long time. Especially if he had something to say about it.

He unlocked the door to his house and silently snuck in. Hopefully he could sneak up the stairs without disturbing his pere. That way he could hopefully avoid trouble. As he stared down the hall he realised he wouldn't be so lucky. He could see the kitchen light glowing around the door and guessed his father was up, and would be giving him a lecture about coming home late, again. He walked to the door thinking, It'd be best to get this over and done with. When he opened the door the sight before him was not what he had expected.

Sitting around his kitchen table were his eight best friends; St John Allerdyce, Wanda Maximoff, Kurt Darkholme, Kitty Pryde, Piotr Rasputin, Lorna Dane, Scott Summers and Jean Grey. They all were staring at him like they'd been waiting there for hours. What are they doing here?

"You're late." Jean said to him, her eyes staring into him. "Was it Emma or Amara this time?"

Remy ignored her question; he had a better one that needed answering. "What are you lot doing here?"

"To simply put it we've come here to make a bet with you." Wanda stated.

"A bet?" Remy repeated, not sure he'd heard right.

"That's what the Sheila said mate." John answered, flicking on and off his favourite lighter.

Remy waited, hoping for some kind of explanation. Realising he wouldn't get one, he spoke up, "And what is this bet exactly?"

Lorna smiled at him, the 'You're not going to like it smile.' "We bet that you can't go five weeks, yes five weeks, without any kind of sexual contact, including masturbation."

Remy began gaping. What? Mon Dieu, they aren't serious are they? But by the looks on their faces he could tell they were serious. He finally managed to choke out, "Why?"

"To put it simply," began Kitty. "You're 'love 'em and leave 'em' routine has cost us most of our friends…"

"And it will hopefully teach you that sex isn't everything" Finished Scott.

"What happens if Remy looses? And what does Remy get if he wins?"

"If you loose, we get your Chere." Kurt started, a grin on his face. Remy suddenly felt ill; his Chere was his most favoured possession, his bike. "And if you win, you'll get to keep your pride intact."

"What makes you so sure I'll take this bet?" He asked them his eye's narrowing slightly.

Piotr smirked at him. "It's simple really. Everyone knows that you can't resist a challenge."

Remy was speechless. It was true; he couldn't resist a challenge, but they couldn't really expect him to do this, could they? He sighed, knowing they had him. "Fine, I'm in."

All his friends broke into grins. Jean clapped her hands. "Excellent. Oh, I almost forgot, you can't tell anyone else about the bet, and neither can we. It's more fun this way. And the bet starts at midnight which is in…" she paused to look at her watch. "About 30 seconds. Good Luck."

Remy stared after his friends as they left his house, thinking; What have I gotten myself into this time? Why can't I just say no?

A/N: Next Chapter will be Longer. Also note that the story is from Remy's/Rouge's POV.