Chapter 4

"Rims, come on, just taste it."

"Non."

"Remember how you said you'd do anything to make me smile? Well, you do this I'll smile. Swear to god I will."

"Non, you be laughing at Remy, Logan. Dat does not count."

"I was laughing because you're staring at your food like you just got served a dead rat."

"Yo' Cajun would much rather eat a swamp rat dan dis, dis… triste excuse d'un repas. A sad excuse fo' a meal, mon glutton."

"Called being an American, Cajun. Just try it, you don't like it, I'll order you something else." Now it was Remy's turn to give him a dirty look. He still had on the shades on but Logan imagined there were flames behind those sunglasses. Remy wrinkled his nose at the burger Logan had ordered for him on his plate. People had taken notice of them whispering to each other. A few turned their heads away, guffawing quietly before turning back around to see if the Cajun would indeed take a bite. Finally, Remy lowered his shades to covertly give Logan one more piercing glare with his red on black eyes before placing them back. He sighed, reaching down to pick up the burger.

Logan did his best to keep his expression blank as Remy took a bite of the burger. Revulsion on the thief's face was immediate as he choked on the burger, then swallowed the bit in his mouth. Logan had never seen him turn that shade of green before. It was interesting as Remy picked up his soda, taking few large gulps before putting it back down.

"You are laughing, Logan. Remy sees dis." The Cajun complained, his eyes watering behind his shades.

"Remy can hear it, I imagine." Logan replied. Remy just shook his head, continuing to drink his soda. Logan took a bite of his own burger, relishing the taste of diner food. He didn't understand how Remy couldn't eat food like this. Oh well, his loss he supposed. Finishing the burger off, Remy gave him his which he began to gladly eat himself.

"At least eat the fries, Rims. You have to be starving. You hardly ate any breakfast this morning."

"Fine, mon glutton. Only because you will not leave 'til Remy eat some of dis mess." Remy replied, waving his hand at the table in general. Logan watched as the thief ate the fries on both plates, basically finishing off the meal. He didn't want to say it, but he was becoming worried about the Cajun. Remy had steadily begun to eat less and less as the days went by. He suspected either something was bothering his Cajun or he had suddenly decided he needed to watch his calorie intake.

"I'm ordering you a piece of pie." Logan said, deciding he might as well force feed the younger man. Remy gave him a look of horror as if on the verge of begging him to put an end to this torture. Go figure, diner food was the thief's weakness. He could probably make Remy tell him all his deepest darkest secrets by threatening to make him drink the coffee at the diner.

"Non! NON! Logan, what part of non do you not understand?!" Remy raged even as Logan leaned over to tell the waitress to bring them two slices of apple pie. Since he was ordering more food for Remy, he figured he might as well fill himself as well in the process.

"Sorry Rims, I don't speak French remember? I'm just your mon glutton as you call it. How would I know any better?" Logan said with a shrug of his shoulders. It was getting really hard not to laugh at how angry he was making the other man right now.

*"Vous êtes tellement frustrant ! Pourquoi Remy peine mettre en place avec vous?! Je vais vous faire du mal plus tard, Logan !" Remy hissed, seething across the table. One of the men who had been sitting on a stool turned to look at them, cracking up laughing at the Cajun.

"You done pissed him off so much the English went clean out of 'im!" The man said. There were several more laughs across the whole diner. Later after forcing him to eat the pie as they were headed back to the motel Remy still refused to speak to him unless it was in French.

**"Votre Cajun va tricher sur vous avec un autre homme. Marquer ses paroles, il le fera." Remy muttered once they came back to the motel. Logan sighed, wondering what the hell had possessed him to push that last piece of pie on the international thief. Oh well, he would get over it eventually.

"Rims, come on. You need to eat more. Next time we'll….eat wherever you want." Logan said for lack of anything else to say. Remy spun around taking off his sunglasses to give him the full force of his glare.

***"Lorsque vous vous êtes endormis ce soir, mon glutton, vous regretterons taquiner votre Cajun. Votre dos est cassé dans le matin."

"Now that was just plain mean, Gumbo. You that pissed off?" Logan asked, still impassive about the whole affair. Remy glared at him for a few more minutes, smirking at him in response. He reached you and patted Logan a little too hard on the cheek. Kinetic energy zinging over Logan's skin causing him to bristle when he felt it travel over his body.

"Non, Logan. Remy is not angry wit' you. But you are so naïve at times, dat it makes de Gambit laugh. Part of one of de perks of being wit' you he admits." Remy teased him with a grin. Logan's brow furrowed in irritation at that knowing he had definitely missed something. He had a sneaking suspicion he had just been threatened without realizing it. Logan made a mental note to keep one eye open tonight on his Cajun just in case.

Remy retrieved his Bo staff, swinging it around to point it at Logan. Surprised, Logan glanced down at the staff lightly touching his chest. Was this his surprise? To get whacked around like a piñata by his lover for teasing him at the diner?

"Sit down, mon glutton. Let Remy entertain you for the evening. See if he can't…put you in the mood." Remy purred, pushing the other man with the staff. Logan allowed himself to be pushed back until the back of his legs hit the edge of the couch, making him fall back onto the seat. Remy leaned his staff against the wall before going to retrieve a beer for Logan. He poured it into a glass like he had earlier that day, placing it in his hand. Interested, Logan leaned back against the couch, his heart racing. What did his Cajun have planned for him?

Remy picked up his Bo staff again, heading towards the bathroom. Logan saw Remy snatch something from his duffel bag, curious as to what he meant to do. He didn't see the mystery item as Remy disappeared into the bathroom. A few tense moments passed where Logan nervously sipped at his beer, wondering if it would be rude to unsheathe his claws. He trusted Remy, but still, if he meant to blow up the entire motel with those glowing cards of his…

Suddenly a song started playing. Logan straightened up, startled as the door to the bathroom opened and Remy came out. No, that was wrong, not Remy. Gambit. He was in full uniform a new trench coat flowing around him as he walked out to the music. At first Logan was confused until words accompanied the music.

I'm a chick magnet, I'm a ladies man

I put a smile on your face any way that I can

I got the world in my hands, you got the world in your pants

Logan couldn't help it. Remy had begun to lip sync the words perfectly almost as if he were singing the song himself. Beer came streaming out of his nose as he coughed, laughing at the thief. Remy's eyes sparked playfully, but he didn't miss a beat, spinning his Bo staff lazily with one gloved hand as he continued the show.

My squad pimpin' there, I approach and put you under my trance

My game plan is exquisite, so when I pay you a visit

I'ma make you go ballistic from the second I get up in it

"What the hell? Are you trying to seduce me?" Logan blurted out despite himself. Remy only smirked and winked in response. He held his arms out and did a slow spin to show off he was, indeed, in full battle gear.

To tell the truth I bring great orgasmic pleasure

It seem like it last forever when you float like a feather

My wordplay is clever, I'll have you laughin and grinning

Gambit took his headband off first, tossing it at Logan's feet like an offering. He approached coming closer to brush his hand up the older man's arm. Logan's hairs stood on end as he felt energy sparking over his nerves, almost making him lose his control. He had never known Remy could use his power like that before. Small bolts now and again, but….

I lay you on that linen, and make you feel like you swimmin'

You callin' me King Dingaling and girl I just might be

I know you never ever met a player quite like me, cause

Logan was transfixed by the way Gambit's hips swayed to the music. When he reached out to grab him, Logan got lightly whacked with the staff in response. It didn't hurt, but there was enough force behind it for him to get the message. No, he was going to have to wait this one out. If he did, there would be a sizable reward for him at the end.

I'm a sweet talker, I'm a pipe layer

I'll sweat you out your weave, I'm a back breaker

I'm a gentleman, I'm a mack player

I'm a dime-piece layer, smooth operator

Gambit next let his trench coat slide off, teasingly tossing that onto the couch beside Logan. Logan had to hand it to him, he was completely entranced. Magneto could have come crashing into the room, claiming he was going to marry Professor Xavier and Logan still would have been focused on the tanned man weaving in front of him.

Baby cold kick off your shoes and relax your feet

My sweet talk is so unique, girl you in for a treat

I'll be the cream in your coffee, I'm your chocolate and toffee

And when I exercise my mackin I'll be killin you softly

Gambit took off his gloves one at a time. Dropping them to the floor as if they meant nothing to him. Logan shifted uncomfortably, his pants suddenly feeling way too tight. Gambit's eyes flickered over his lover's problem, but he only smirked wider, giving him a small shake of his head in response. Logan growled out a curse, but he clenched the edge of couch, completely ignoring his beer at this point.

I got a way with compliments, girl I'm sweeter than mints

It'll be common sense to let the love makin' commence

I've had all persuasions, on so many occasions

When you spend a night with me it'll seem like a vacation

Logan watched, aching with sexual frustration as Gambit slowly, SLOWLY peeled off his shirt. This he tossed onto Logan's lap. Logan snatched up the shirt without thinking, inhaling the musky scent while still keeping his eyes glued on the Cajun. The perfume of the other male clouded his senses, causing the lust to rise in him. He felt it begin to flood his veins, pounding in his temples as his eyes continued to focus on Gambit.

You gon' love it when you with me, and when I leave you'll miss me

I'ma whisper in yo' ear and get you really hot like Missy

I'll tell you freaky thangs that's gon' make you blush

And I'ma make your body tingle from the tip of my touch, cause

Wolverine stood up, intending to grab Gambit and toss him onto the bed. Gambit raised his staff and touched his chest, using the staff to push him back. Wolverine growled, his claws sliding out as he was again denied. Gambit just smiled, watching as the older man obeyed, sheathing the claws and again continuing to watch his every move like a predator.

I'm a superfly cat when I'm in mack mode

Soon as I get deep up inside you, I'ma make you explode

I'm a player by nature, I'm a mack by choice

And I'ma make your body moist from the sound of my voice

Gambit managed to kick off his boots. He hadn't bothered to tie them since this was a special occasion. Seeing the other man was about to either kill him or rape him, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. He came over slowly to Wolverine, looming above him. Wolverine's eyes had gone dark his desire, a more feral side of him showing. Gambit lowered himself to straddle Wolverine's hips, grinding against his lover's bulging erection.

I got a hell of a resume for layin the pipe

I'll tell you what you wanna hear and I can do what you like

So come on let's spend the night, it won't cost you a penny

I'll put you in the mood right, with a lil' Hyp' and Henny

Completely ignoring the song now, Wolverine reached up and grabbed a fistful of Remy's hair, crushing their lips together as he hungrily made out with him. Remy could taste nothing but Wolverine, feeling the other man shift under him while searching for more friction. A second later, Wolverine lifted him causing Remy to yelp in surprise. He knew Wolverine was strong, but not quite that strong.

In a few short steps, Wolverine had him pinned on the bed. Above him, the other man had a sadistic grin on his face as if he just captured his most elusive prey. Remy smirked in response, reaching up to wrap his arms around the other man's neck and drawing him down for another make out session. To his relief, Wolverine complied, continuing to grind their hips together and shoving against the man underneath him.

Remy hissed, breaking the kiss to turn his head to gasp for air. Undisturbed, Logan bent his head to bite Remy on the shoulder. Remy moaned, placing his hands on Logan's shoulders, trying to push him up. Why was he so damn strong?! Remy swore no man should have metal bones since now he was at the complete mercy of this dangerous man.

Logan suddenly rose, giving him a piercing glare as he did so. A clear order meaning for him to stay on the bed or else. Remy pushed himself up on his elbows, confused as he watched Logan move swiftly cross the room. He heard the click and slide of a lock and then grinned when Logan turned down the lights. A second later the older man was back on top of him, ripping his own shirt off.

Oh, it was certainly going to be a long night for both of them.

Song is "Smooth Operator" by Paul Wall.

*You are so frustrating! Why should Remy bother putting up with you?! I'm going to hurt you later, Logan!

**Your Cajun is going to cheat on you with another man. Mark his words, he will.

***When you are asleep tonight, my wolverine, you shall regret teasing your Cajun. Your back will be broken in the morning.