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CHAPTER THREE: PERSUANCE
Next morning when Remy went to the kitchen for breakfast, he found Kurt at the table, feasting. Logan was unseen, but the back door was partly open, and so Remy assumed he was outside doing some extremely masculine thing or other.
Gambit saw this as his chance, and he was going to make full use of it.
He grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat beside the elf. "Bonjour, mon bleu ami."
"Guten Morgen, Remy. Did you sleep well?" Kurt asked, pausing in his meal to greet his friend.
"Oui, very well. And you?"
"Ja, I slept well," Kurt said, looking shyly down at his food. Remy saw a faint blush appear behind the dark blue fur and knew the reason for Kurt's good sleep. Well, Remy would show the elf what real lovin' was and just how good sex could be.
Gambit scooted his chair closer to the teleporter and leaned in so their faces were mere breaths apart.
"Remy—what are you—?" Kurt began, but was interrupted when Gambit breathed:
"There's food on your face, cher. Let me help you with that." He closed the distance and flicked his tongue out at a crumb on the corner of Kurt's mouth.
And, just at that moment, Logan came through the door, oil and grease on his hands and arms. Remy pulled away quickly, though not too quickly, stood and said, "Oh, bonjour, Logan. I was just cleaning some food off Kurt's face."
"Is that so?" Logan asked, rage flaring in his eyes. He stepped closer to the pair, placing himself between Gambit and Kurt, and said, "Then I guess I'll have to thank you for keeping my lover clean." He unsheathed his claws and stabbed a piece of ham on the table, bringing it to his face and ripping a bite from it.
Gambit repressed a shudder, knowing full well what the act was meant to imply. But he also saw it as a challenge, and only wanted Kurt the more for it. And if he could get Kurt to sleep with him willingly! Oh, that would be too good.
Logan pulled a chair between Gambit and Kurt and sat down to eat. Kurt slid his hand into Logan's and kissed his cheek, reassuring the feral mutant, who relaxed just a bit.
Gambit ate quietly, glancing at Kurt whenever he thought Logan might not be looking—though, logically, Gambit knew Logan was unlikely to take his eyes off his new enemy. Logan was too smart and experienced for such a foolish mistake. In fact, Logan wavered between glaring threateningly at Gambit and making the Wolverine equivalent of ooey-gooey love faces at Kurt. When at last breakfast was over, Logan announced he was going to the Danger Room and invited the others to join him if they wished. Gambit accepted, as did Kurt.
When they arrived in the Danger Room, Logan set the computer and they all got into position. The mission: the first to capture Nightcrawler won, and Gambit and Wolverine were pitted against each other.
Nightcrawler positioned himself in the hologram, sitting on a rock in a ravine, and announced he was ready.
Then the program began.
Wolverine took off running towards the edge of the ravine, where, halfway down, Nightcrawler lay, "unconscious." Gambit ran, too, and they stopped close to the edge. Gambit threw a charged playing card at Wolverine, which exploded where his chest had been—for he had leapt away and got around to Gambit, punching him in the face. They got in a fistfight and nearly fell off the edge a half-dozen times.
Then it began to rain buckets, and the ravine began to fill up quickly. It wasn't particularly deep, so it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to fill up to where Nightcrawler was…and drown him.
Wolverine, already fairly soaked, threw a punch to Gambit's stomach, and the Cajun went down hard, gasping for breath. Wolverine dove off the edge and into the water. When he breeched the surface, he began to climb the rock wall, at a quicker pace and with greater dexterity than the Dread Pirate Roberts had used when climbing the Cliffs of Insanity.
Gambit, by this point, had begun to climb down the wall, falling half the time to get to Nightcrawler first. The dark elf had trouble keeping up his unconscious act, and very nearly jumped down to meet Wolverine. His fur was soaked and he just wanted to go to the living room with a cup of hot cocoa and snuggle into the couch with Logan to watch Brokeback Mountain.
But he stayed put, and waited—well, not quite patiently—for one of the men to rescue him from imminent death.
Mein Got, Kurt thought, please let Logan get to me first. I'd hate to think what would happen if Remy rescued me.
A card floated down, then, and landed on the water's surface, which was now within twenty feet of Nightcrawler, and exploded, causing Wolverine to shake from the blast as he tried not to swallow any water.
But this did not deter Wolverine—nothing deterred Wolverine—and he reached Nightcrawler a moment later. He went through the motions of emergency medical attention, as though Nightcrawler really were unconscious, and after deciding he was in good enough health, Wolverine hoisted the elf on his back and began to climb the wall again.
Gambit, refusing to give in just yet, raced back to safe ground above the ravine to wait in ambush for Wolverine and take Nightcrawler.
Wolverine crested the cliff side shortly thereafter and lay Kurt down a good ways from the edge just in time to take the blow from Gambit. Wolverine punched the Cajun hard in the face, possibly dislocating his jaw. But Gambit was tougher than he looked, and he grabbed the wolf in a headlock and stuck a lightly charged card in his uniform. Wolverine elbowed Gambit in the stomach, ripped the card from his suit, and threw it away into the air just as it exploded. He got a little residual blast shock, but nothing serious.
When the card fiasco was over, Wolverine turned back to Gambit to see him approaching the still "unconscious" Nightcrawler.
"Hm, seems to me he needs CPR," the Cajun muttered to himself, smiling, and knelt beside the elf.
Before Nightcrawler was able to protest—though he had managed to scoot away a bit—Gambit had grabbed the elf and kissed him passionately on the lips. Or rather, gave him "CPR." He did touch the victim's chest, although not quite in a life-saving manner. More…rapaciously. Nightcrawler thrashed around, trying to get Gambit off his mouth, but he was restrained well enough. When Gambit's tongue penetrated the elf's mouth, he gave a muffled scream, at which point Wolverine knocked the Cajun out and pushed him away.
Nightcrawler clung to Wolverine and spit on the dirt. "Crap. Now you'll taste like him," Logan grumbled.
"Ew! Hurry, Logan, get his taste out of my mouth," Kurt complained, wrapping his arms around the big man and crashing their lips together. Their tongues twined together in a panting, passionate kiss.
When at last they broke for air, Logan declared, "Well, you shouldn't taste Gambit anymore after that."
Kurt laughed and they took Gambit to the infirmary to make sure he didn't suffer any head trauma from Logan's adamantium-enhanced fist.
X
When Gambit awoke, Logan was checking his vitals. When the wolf noticed the Cajun had come to, he turned to him and gave a harsh glare.
"'Twas worth it, ami," Gambit said, smirking. "And I'd do it again if I thought I could get away with it."
"Shut up, bastard," Logan growled. He unplugged Gambit from the machines and stomped away.