Logan moaned and winced as the sound of knocking finally reached t rough the alcohol induced fog that was all that remained from last night's poker gameWarning

this story contains m/m sex (namely Remy + Logan. Such a cute couple),

violence, NCS and just general naughtiness. Please do not read if you are under

age. Do not own, if I did… oh my stars and garters, what joy!!!!!



A Bet Between Friends

By Claire Hannaford



Part one



Logan moaned and winced as the sound of knocking finally reached through the

alcohol induced fog that was all that remained from last night's poker game.

"One too many brewskies" he muttered, trying to recall exactly how many he had

consumed before he had admitted defeat to the Cajun and stumbled to bed, or at

least he assumed he had stumbled to bed. That part of his memory was out on a

break with no sign of coming back, until he had at least three cups of strong

coffee.

"Alright" He growled, pulling his protesting body from the bed. Grabbing his

jeans from where they lay folded on the chair by the bed, and pulled them on as

he headed for the door. He paused just as he was reaching for the handle.

Folded. He thought I know I was in no condition to be worryin' about whether my

damn jeans where folded, so someone must have come up with me, but who….

Logan scowled as the knock came again. He shook his head to clear it and

reached for the handle. "Don't get yer damn panties in a twist, bub!" He said

and grasping the handle, yanked the door open. "What the hell do ya want punk?"

He growled at the tall, lanky thief currently lounging against the doorframe

with a cup and grin. "Bonjour petit'" He sang. His foot poised to kick the

door again.

"If yer here 'bout yer god damned money, I ain't got it yet obviously, so why

don't ya go let Rogue smack ya 'bout for a bit and I'll give it to yer later."

Remy snorted. Seemed like everyone knew they were having a difficult time at

present. Logan pleased with the result turned away and pushed the door to close

it. Or at least he would have, if Remy hadn't stepped forward to place his hand

on it. "Remy in no rush for de money, mon ami" The Cajun smiled, pushing away

from the door frame and stepping into the room. Logan frowned and turned round,

closing the space between them. "I ain't in the mood for pleasantries punk, so

why don't yer just say what ya want and get the hell out"

"Remy t'ink you had a little too much to drink last night, non?" The thief

laughed down at the shorter man and was rewarded with a snarl. "Ok, so you not

de morning after person" Remy chuckled and offered the cup to him. "T'ought

you might need dis. Triple strength?"

"Thanks." Logan growled, snatching the cup and heading for the bed. "Tell me

summit Cajun, are ya always this annoyingly happy in the mornin'?"

Remy glanced up from the book shelf he was looking at and positively beamed.

"Only when I'm talking' to you cher." He flirted. "Remy has bad mornings too,

Logan. Je suis desole, if you don' like it. But Remy enjoy spreadin' a littl'

'appyness."

"Yeah, right Cajun. Like yer didn't come in here just for that damn reason".

"Actually Homme, Remy came in to check dat you were still breathin' and dat we

were still on for tonight eh?"

Logan froze the coffee cup two inches away from his mouth. "Tonight?"

"Oui. Tonight." Remy said, sauntering across the room and with the grace of

cat. He sat down next to Logan on the bed, curling one leg beneath him. "Last

night when Remy dragged you back to your room, you asked Remy out to dinner and

he said oui. So, we still on?" Remy pouted.

"Unless you always in de 'abit of asking good lookin' hommes out to dinner when

dey undress you?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Me personally, like to

ask before, an get drunk an fall in bed after." Logan frowned. Taking a large

gulp of the luke warm coffee. He winced at the bitter taste and attempted to

get his memory working enough to remember what had happened last night. All he

could remember was playing poker with Bishop, Gambit and Beast, Bish and Beast

both losing very badly and bombing out early. Drinking large amounts of alcohol

and staying at the table to keep playing till late or was it early? He

concentrated harder and vague memories of someone helping him struggle to his

room, a pair of faintly glowing eyes and someone helping him undress. It was

the glowing eyes that convinced him that the Cajun wasn't yanking his chain. He

groaned inwardly and draining the cup, turned to the problem at hand. "Yer

still wanna go?"

"Oui, unless you don' want to?" Remy said timidly.

"I offered ya dinner Gumbo and you'll get it." Logan muttered, running his

hands through his ruffled hair. Pulling back his shoulders and pushing out his

chest in an attempt to stretch the kinks out of his back. Remy smiled,

appreciating the play of muscles across the other man's chest and shoulders.

Remy wonder what dat would be like from underneath? He shifted his leg from

underneath him and got to his feet. "What time you wan' Remy ready, eh?"

Logan stood up, adjusting his jeans and handed Remy the cup.

"Wash that, and will eight suit ya?"

"Oui, see you den homme."

"Sure, pick ya up in the hall tonight." He paused. "Thanks for the coffee

Gambit." He turned away and started to pull up the bed clothes. The Cajun

sighed. "D'accord. And Logan..." He turned from the bed to look at him.

"It's Remy, non?"

"Sure… Remy" Logan gave a brief frown as he began making the bed. It was weird

calling him that. Remy grinned mischievously. "Maybe after tonight, you be

callin' me Rem eh?" Logan just snorted.

"Yer got as much chance of me callin' ya that, as yer have of me callin' ya

darlin'."

"Oh Remy, like dat much better." Remy cooed. Logan snorted and rolled his

eyes, as the swamp rat left the room. "I know this is just gonna end up with

someone cryin'. He muttered and headed off to shower.

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