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You Want It - Part 10

X[XX]-Strip Club

Remy sat on his bed, clad only in boxers and a pair of jeans. He ran one hand through his slightly wet hair and let out a small growl of frustration. Sitting on his bed, two feet in front of him, was his the current cause of his frustration.

A black lace thong.

He bit his lip and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself down. Sure, he had seen all kinds of delicates in his life . . .more so, he had removed said delicates from many women in his life, but there was something about that little piece of black lace that was getting to him.

Remy tried to think about it logically: he hadn't had sex yet today, Rogue had boobs, he was attracted to boobs, so therefore, it was natural for him to be attracted to her.

Okay, wait.

Remy cocked his head slightly to the side, thinking about it. Sure he was attracted to boobs, but was never one to discriminate. He was attracted to breasts, yes, but he was also attracted to thighs, lips, shoulders, butts (double for that one), necks, stomachs, and well, pretty much the woman's body as a whole. And, well, Rogue had a body.

So okay, he could admit that. Remy swallowed as he finally admitted it to himself. He was physically attracted to Rogue. Was that so bad? Actually, come to think of it, that was kind of bad.

Firstly, despite the fact she wears slutty, delicious underwear, she's still just a teenager. As of today, Remy was here at the mansion to teach the younger ones! He can't make a move on someone like her, despite the fact she might not currently have underwear on.

He thought about it some more. Remy liked women, fact of life. Remy also liked to bed women, fact of life. It had to have been only natural that living in a house full of young perky girls, that he would appreciate their 'physical' qualities. Right? Come to think of it, Remy pondered, he was just being a nice guy here. Thinking of those girls as physically attractive was like a compliment. It was practically the same as saying "you have a nice shirt" or something like that.

Okay, so it was all right to think she looked good, he decided. That was okay.

But was it all right to jerk off while thinking about her tied down to his bed covered by nothing but a black lace teddy and those black thigh highs? Remy cocked his head slightly to the side while he thought about it. Was it all right? Eh, probably not.

On the other hand . . . Non! He shook his head to himself. It was definitely not okay.

But then again. . . Remy's eyes widened as the thought occurred to him for, surprisingly, the first time: what if Rogue wanted him?

He shook his head, that wasn't right. But then again, honestly, who didn't want him? He was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Why else would she leave her panties in his bathroom? Well, it could have just been an accident. I mean, she was just changing, and otherwise she'd never really given him any indication she was interested. She was always frowning or scowling at him – and truth be told, that little pout of hers did wonders for his imagination – but that didn't mean she wanted him.

No, no, no. He shook his head one more time; there was no way she was interested. Remy LeBeau had spent a long time reading women's bodies and her body language was nothing but innocent to him.

Too bad.

But it was better this way, definitely better. He had all ready been told by Logan not to mess with the Institute girls, and he was here as a teacher, and, most importantly, Logan told him not to mess with the Institute girls.

He didn't mess with the girls. In fact, he was quite proud that Tabby's come-ons had rolled right off his shoulders . . . well, it really wasn't much to be proud off. Aside from the nice rack she had, Gambit didn't think she had anything to offer him. No, he had no desire to hook up with her.

Rogue, on the other hand . . . he groaned as he looked down at the thong again. If he could, he would have Rogue. Her whole body was perfect: that white, pale, soft skin, her perfect full breasts, and that wonderful, tasty, backside he could mentally picture in said thong.

Looking at his clock, Remy was happy to see he had two and half-hours until he had to 'teach'. Thank goodness, maybe he could get in a DR session and work out some of his frustration.

It was either that or jack off all over Rogue's panties, and then, surely, he wouldn't be able to return them. It didn't seem like a good option.

. . . . . .

"Like, oh my goodness!" Kitty's eyes were just about to bug out of her head.

Tabby didn't say anything; her eyes were just glued on the figure down in front of her who was slowly pulling off his shirt.

"Hump." Rogue waved a hand dismissively, "It's just a danger room session."

"Say what you want, Rogue," Jubliee was following Tabby's gaze, "That man is hot."

"Totally hot."

"More like a stud." Bobby nodded; all the boys were awestruck by the way the girls fawned over the Cajun.

"Yeah, he's a chick magnet." Ray wouldn't give anything to experience some of the stories he heard about Gambit.

"He's a stud." What Roberto wouldn't give to have the Cajun's smooth moves.

Rogue was about to roll her eyes for effect, but noticed that no one else was even looking her direction.

Their gaze was all focused on a certain someone who was tall, dark, and Cajun.

When Rogue saw Kitty and Tabitha running down the lower halls of the mansion, behind Roberto and Ray, she couldn't help but be curious. Apparently Jubilee and Bobby had been in the control room of the danger room and called their friends to come down. Jubilee had seen Gambit take of his trench coat and, lucky her, she could only hope his shirt was going to come off next.

Apparently she was right, and that was when Rogue had walked into the training room as well.

Rogue watched, like the others, with wide eyes, as Gambit had slowly stripped off his black tshirt. She couldn't look away as he stretched out. His body was long and lean, taught with beautiful, sinewy muscles. His body looked hard and she could only image how hers would feel under his. She'd bet he was a rough lover, and that was exactly what she wanted.

As he bit over, facing away from her, she licked her lips. Every piece of him was sexy and just begging for her. She wanted him, and, more importantly, she was going to have him.

"Comput'r, run Gambit: Train'in part deux: sequence t'ree, level six. Delay deux minutes."

As she watched the room shift and change around Remy, she could feel a familiar wetness between her thighs.

"There is no way –" Roberto started.

The room had instantly gotten smaller, well not so much smaller, as shorter. The ceiling had dropped down so there was only about twenty feet from the floor to the ceiling. In the center of the room was a raised circular platform. The platform was about five feet in diameter, and in the center was a shiny metal poll that ran up towards the ceiling.

"Of course there is!" Bobby finished, "It's Gambit! I told you he was a stud!"

"Yeah, but," Ray's mouth was agape, ". . . a strip club!"

Well, it certainly wasn't a pole for a fire station.

Bobby was grinning like it was Christmas, "Dude, Gambit's the man! Only he could program a strip club sim into the DR files!"

Kitty was in shock. "T-t-there's like no way."

Rogue jumped a little as it suddenly got very loud. She cocked an eyebrow as Lady Gaga began to play, although loud, it was slightly muffled by the wall and window of the control room.

"That's proof!" Bobby snickered, "It has to be a strip club!"

Rah rah ah-ah-ah! Ro mah ro-mah-mah Gaga Ooh-la-la!

Ray looked amazed, "And even better is how he got the DR speakers to play music!" He looked across that control panel to see a black ipod sitting on the consol. It had an auxiliary cable connecting it to the panel. "Unbelievable!" He grinned, clearly impressed, "That man is unbelievable! I can't believe he hooked his ipod up to the Danger Room! I didn't know it could even do that!"

Jubliee giggled, "Mr. Logan would just kill him!"

Remy moved towards the center of the room, stepping up half a foot onto the platform.

Rogue watched as Remy took a black bandana out of the side pocket of his tight warm up pants. She watched curious as he folded it in thirds and brought it up to his face.

As Remy tied the bandana over his eyes, Tabitha was practically purring, "I had no idea he was so kinky. This is even better than I imagined."

As he continued to stretch, Rogue's eyes roaming over his body like he was a piece of meat and she was starving, she could feel the heat between her legs. As he bent over to his toes once more, she let out an involuntary moan. Quickly covering it with a cough, she looked around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, the music was loud and their eyes were still on the (read: her) Cajun. Pressing her thighs tight together for a moment, she shook her head.

As Rogue watched him stand up straight and started taking slow, controlled breaths, something finally occurred to him. "It's a distraction."

Remy pulled off his warm up pants and threw them to the side. He had on his normal uniform pants and that was it (except for the blindfold). They were tight and sexy and made Gambit even more appealing (if it was possible).

Her friends turned to face her, reluctantly tearing their eyes away from their man candy (not that that was what the boys called him). Kitty blinked, confused, "Like what?"

Rogue nodded at the control room window. "Ah don't know what he's doing, but think about it. The music, the blindfold: it's a distraction. The music's too loud to train to and Remy doesn't even listen tah pop."

"Like how do you even know that?"

Before Rogue could reply to Kitty (even though she had come up with an answer yet), Tabitha quickly turned back to the window. "Look!"

Following Tabitha's command, everyone (including Rogue, hey he was shirtless and she was a female, not her fault) turned back to the window and the scene before them.

In the blink of an eye, Gambit was in a low crouch. Almost instantly, another body appeared in the danger room. Rogue didn't recognize it, but the figure was generally non distinct. She figured it was one of the "general goons" that were in the DR files for practice. Granted, the goon was moving faster than she'd ever seen.

As the goon began to race from one side of the room, towards Gambit, Rogue could see his whole body tighten in concentration. There was tension across his shoulders and he looked coiled; ready to unwind. The goon was closer to Gambit and started to lunge.

As the goon was in the air, fist flying towards Gambit, Remy began to move with the grace of a puma. Popping up quickly, Gambit flew into the air. A long, lean arm reached to his side and grabbed the pole next to him, and he pulled his body up in the air. He opposite hand grasped the pole higher up and he twisted his body around it, effectively evading the goon.

As another goon entered the scenario, Rogue saw Remy slightly cock his head with his ear in its direction. In a matter of seconds, he was all ready aware the enemy was there – even with the loud, obnoxious music. Placing both bare feet against the metal pole, Gambit was bent at the waist with both hands on the pole between his legs.

Speaking of being between his legs, Rogue bit her lip as she watched. There was something undeniably hot about watching the object of your affection train. (Not that the shirtlessness and spandex pants didn't help, they definitely did.)

Keeping his feet and hands on the pole, he spun himself around it so he was in the same position on the opposite side. As a goon moved to punch his torso, Gambit quickly lifted a hand and grabbed the pole above his highest leg. He flipped his body up, placing his free hand on the pole next to the other, so he was holding his body strictly horizontal, parallel to the floor about ten feet below him.

As the two goons moved closer to him, Gambit dropped a leg down and curled it around the pole. He was now upright, keeping himself there with just his leg. He reached out a hand and grabbed the goon, precisely knowing where it was. As he charged the shirt on the goon and punched it in the face, he free leg was simultaneously kicking way from his body, and kicking up at the goon's face.

Rogue could feel herself breathing heavy and she knew what she had to do. She glanced at the clock, and then at the kids. "Don't y'all have class at one? Mansion classes do start today." Good thing she didn't have class until two. She knew she was one of the few that didn't have a class in the first time block.

Ignoring the "huh's" and "what's" and possibly a moan from Tabby, Rogue watched as realization finally dawned on the other kids.

With a mix of curses and other exclamations, everyone started to scramble out of the control room. Bobby slapped Rogue on the back as he rushed out with a hurried "thanks."

Tabby's eyes were on the window as she left the control room, walking backwards so her gaze could stay on Gambit a few precious seconds longer.

Rogue watched as more goons appeared and Gambit successfully evaded them all. He twisted his body in impossible positions, bending in ways she only thought Olympic gymnasts could achieve. From twisting his body around the pole to sliding up and down it; every move was made with precision and exact calculation.

After Gambit continued on for about a half hour, Rogue watched as the last goon disappeared with a slight magenta glow and a small explosion as well.

Grinning to herself, Rogue took off, running out of the control room. She made it two the DR doors in record time and slid in just as Gambit was removing his blindfold.

Turning around, Gambit – though sweaty and breathing heavy – smiled, tucking the bandana into the waistband of his pants at the small of his back. "Chere! Remy surprised t' see y' here. Wat do he owe de pleasure?"

Rogue fought to keep a smirk off her face, instead she had slight smile curve the edges of her lips upwards. She walked up to him, keeping a convincing impressed look on her face, "Ah didn't know yah could blind faight, Remy. That was amazing."

He smirked, "Remy can do a lot wit a blind fold." Oh boy, he suppressed the urge to shake his head; he was just digging himself in deeper.

She was closer to him now and stepped onto the platform as well. "Ah wish Ah could do that." Taking a step forward, she reached out and wrapped a hand around the metal pole.

Curiously, Remy kept an eye on her. "Y' can try, chere. Remy don' mind." Granted, Remy's eyes widened when he saw exactly what Rogue was going to do.

Rogue stepped closer to the pole, and wrapped her other hand around it. She did actually smirk to herself this time; years of forced gymnastics from Mystique would guarantee that. With some effort, she lifted herself off the ground and then slowly slid down the pole. As Remy watched, she put her hands above the pole and lifted herself up higher this time, and hooked one leg around the pole. Arching her spine, she bent backward and slid slowly down the pole.

Bon dieu. Remy was still breathing heavy as he watched Rogue. She could say what she wanted, that was no training routine he'd ever seen. Actually, he watched as he turned her body upside down and spread her legs wide with two hands on the pole, he was pretty sure he'd seen a routine like that somewhere else before (but it definitely wasn't in a gym or Danger Room).

Rogue smirked as she saw Remy's eyes roam hungrily over her body. And she told Kitty that nothing good would come from that aerobic striptease dvd. What had she been thinking?

Remy, on the other hand, was having a hard time thinking. Rogue was pole dancing in front of him, acing moves he'd seen at strip clubs in the past. His whole body was starting to feel hot and his mind was running wild with images (specifically those of Rogue doing the exact same thing, but with him as the pole).

Remy tried to bite his lip, but couldn't help but let a small moan escape. The girl was good and not to mention hot as hell, and (he hoped) there was a possibility she still didn't have panties on. Oh wait, did I mention no one had ever touched that perfect skin before? Yeah, she was lethal, but Remy certainly thought it in different terms than Rogue did.

Her whole body was sexy, tight little muscles, and perfectly sculpted curves. Her hair was wavy and even those little white stripes were having an effect on him. He watched her lithe body curve and move and he had to fight to keep herself from reaching out and grabbing her. In the back of his mind, he vaguely wondered what she would like writhing underneath him. He wanted to run his large hands up and down her body, and cup those marvelous breasts. Heck, he didn't care he'd have to touch her through the clothes. He just wanted to touch her!

He could do so many naughty, marvelous things to her. Guaranteed, he could make her moan his name over and over and over again. Instead of sleeping with some bimbo like Bambi again and thinking of Rogue, he just wanted to have Rogue!

Screw Logan's rules! Screw the Institute! He didn't even have to live here; he could go somewhere else. All he wanted to do was get his hands on that little rogue in front of him. Oh the things he could do to her – do with her – do on her!

Who was Remy LeBeau to lust over women? Remy never did that; he just got the girl! Either way, he could throw his pride aside (just this once). He was lusting after her. Hell, he could admit it. He wasn't just attracted to her; he wanted her.

Rogue slid down the pole one more time, with Remy's eyes still on her. She settled her feet on the floor and looked at him.

Remy's spandex pants couldn't hide anything, even if he tried. Rogue let her eyes run down his body and linger on his groin before slowly making their way back to his face. His chest was covered in a slight glean of sweat and she could count his abs. He was chiseled perfection.

He knew she could see his hard on clearly threw his pants; spandex was good for a lot of things but covering up his excitement wasn't one of them. There was no dignity left: he was hard, she was underage, and he wanted to bend her over and nail her right there. Screw the rules; Remy LeBeau never followed rules. Licking his lips tentatively, he just had to say it. Rogue may have not known it, but she had been getting him hard for the last few weeks, leaving just his leather-clad hands to take care of business. He didn't care about the rules before, he just needed her.

"Rogue," his voice was low and husky. He knew she might not be interested, but there was no use trying to hide that he was, it was very apparent. He swallowed dryly and finally said what his body had been aching him to do for so long, "I want y'."

Rogue's nerves were on edge and she could just scream with satisfaction. She wanted him; gawd, how she wanted him. She had been waiting for weeks –weeks!- to finally get him physically and now he was finally in need of her. She gave him a sultry smile, but she could feel herself squeezing her legs together. She wanted him so bad, she wanted to scream his name and have him take her hard. She didn't care if he had to have gloves on, she wanted his hands all over her body. She wanted him to kiss and bite her all over; she wanted him to make her beg.

She knew she was breathing heavy and she tried to swallow, but years of not being able to touch had made her nothing, if not a tease.

Remy watched as she stepped slowly in front of him, swaying those hips side to side as she did. He wanted to grab those thighs and force her down onto his erection. He didn't move as she got closer to him, but he could feel his pants as they were uncomfortably tight.

Feeling brazen Rogue quickly reached an arm around the hot body in front of her and pulled the bandana from the back of his pants. She unfolded it and pressed it against his mouth. Before Remy knew what she was doing, she was leaning towards him and pressed a quick kiss to the cloth, but pulled away just as quickly.

"Ah know." With that, she winked at him and slowly made her way from the Danger Room, quite aware his eyes were on her backside the entire time.

Remy cursed under his breath all the way to the locker room. His first class would be soon and he knew he didn't have nearly enough time to analyze what just happened. Regardless, his head was still lost in a haze of lust and need. Stripping off his pants in the center of the locker room (bandana placed on top), he walked naked across the room until he reached the showers.

Turing on the hot spray he stepped underneath it, and began trying to rid himself of his frustrations since, clearly, the DR hadn't done that for him.

He found himself moaning Rogue's name as he came into his hand and against the shower stall.

I know, I know - we're finally getting towards the end. Don't worry, it'll be good.

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