Oh my gosh, it's another chapter…A moment of shocked silence if you please….Right, enough with that. I've been trying to get this chapter up for a couple days now but the formatting kept getting messed up. I think I've got it all fixed now so no more worries.
Also all the chapters are now beta'd by Marilyn and Ahra so there shouldn't be mistakes, isn't that peachy? All the previous chapters have also been beta'd and reposted.
Chapter 10 is started but only about a third finished. There will be plenty of Kurt/Bobby in that one though.
Please enjoy and don't forget to review…
Chapter Nine
Remy frowned to himself as he heard the knocking coming from downstairs. It was early morning and he had only gotten up a few moments ago. He went down the stairs, hair still wet from the shower he had just had, dressed in only a robe and opened the door.
"Scott?" he said in near astonishment. Scott looked unsure if not a bit nervous.
"Hey, can I come in?"
Remy watched him for a moment before realizing what Scott was asking and stepped aside so he could enter. "What are y' doing here, homme? It's early." He led Scott to the kitchen and then turned to face him.
"A bunch of us are going out to this redwood forest for a picnic. Xavier thought it would be a good idea seeing as it's so nice out today. We're leaving in about an hour if you wanna come."
"Y' want me t' come on a picnic wit' y'?" Remy couldn't hide his surprise. Not only because the person who was asking him was Scott, who he had always seen as unapproachable, but because he couldn't believe that anyone would want him there at all.
'Yeah. Roberto's probably coming as well, though he wasn't up yet when I left the mansion. He loved it the last time he went there."
"Mais, why would y' want me t' come?"
Scott shrugged casually. "Because you're a friend." While it was the truth, Scott really thought that if he could draw Remy out and show him that he had friends at the institute then he would be more likely to ask for help if he did indeed need it. "Come on, Remy, you might just have a good time."
Remy nodded slowly, maybe it would be fun. Besides that, he might be able to get Roberto alone in the woods and that presented all sorts of interesting possibilities. Scott wouldn't have come all the way out here if he didn't want Remy to join him and the fact that he did want Remy there made him think that maybe Roberto was right and not everybody had a problem with him. "Sure, I'll come."
"Great!" As an after thought Scott added, " Bring swim trunks, though, there's a swimming hole there and it'll get pretty hot out this afternoon."
Remy nearly panicked but thought he managed to hide it before Scott saw. He couldn't swim. If he wore nothing but swim trunks everyone would see the scars that Jean-Luc had given him over the years. "Non, dat's okay. Don' like swimmin' much," he lied. Maybe going on this trip wasn't such a good idea.
Scott could see the hesitance on his face though and hurried to reassure him. "It's no problem, you don't have to swim, no one will care."
Remy nodded. "Jus' let me go an' get dressed. I'll only be a few minutes."
Once Remy had left, Scott took a seat at the kitchen table to wait. He had seen the split second of fear that had been on Remy's face when he had mentioned swimming and wondered what could have brought it on. He was hiding something, Scott decided, and come to think of it, Scott could never recall Remy wearing anything less than jeans and a t-shirt. He could only hope that today would be a step in the right direction in getting Remy to trust them more.
True, the Professor had basically told him to stay out of it and let Roberto deal with it but Scott had had a taste of abuse himself during his short stay at an orphanage when he had been a child. He couldn't just sit back and watch someone else go through the same thing. He was startled out of his reverie when a throat cleared behind him. He turned to see a woman in her forties standing in the kitchen entrance.
"Who are you?" she asked, stepping into the room. He stood and greeted her.
"I'm Scott Summers, a friend of Remy's." He guessed that she was Remy's mother.
She snorted and moved over to the kitchen sink. "Remy never has any friends," she sounded sad about that.
"He does now," Scott said, a little confused. Hadn't Remy told her about the school or Roberto? Obviously not and Scott didn't think he should enlighten her if Remy thought it better that she didn't know. She didn't answer, just went about the kitchen, preparing breakfast it looked like. Scott began to feel distinctly uncomfortable in the silence and noticed a few disapproving glances thrown his way. He was relieved when Remy came back into the kitchen, ready to go.
"I'm goin' out for awhile ma," Remy said when he came into the kitchen. She turned to him with a smile that seemed to change her whole attitude into something far more pleasant.
"Have fun, Remy."
"See y' dis evening." He walked over to the door, Scott following and quietly left. Once they were on their way down the road in Scott's car, Scott finally asked what had been on his mind.
"Did you tell your mom that you were going to the institute?"
Remy debated for a moment on whether or not to answer but decided that it could do no harm. "Non, she's not too fond of mutants."
"But she doesn't seem to mind you being a mutant," Scott stated.
"She… tries t' pretend dat it ain't dere. Don' know if she'd be able to handle me going t' a school for mutants, neh?"
"What about your father? What does he think about you being a mutant?"
Remy had to stop himself from curling his lip in disgust at the mention of his father. "It don' make a difference t' him." He turned his head away from Scott and stared out at the passing trees and houses. Jean-Luc didn't care that he was a mutant, it just gave him one more reason to hate Remy, but he still would have hated Remy even if he had been born normal. So, no, it didn't make a difference to him. He was thankful when Scott remained quiet for the rest of the trip back to the mansion.
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When they arrived at the mansion a short time later, most of the kids were already crowded around the garage, waiting for the last few of them to show up. Roberto, sitting on one of the front steps, grinned when he saw Scott's car pull up, Remy sitting in the passenger side.
He had been surprised that morning when he had woken up and, discovering that they were heading out to the red wood forest again for the day, decided to go get Remy only to be told that Scott was already doing so. Why would Scott be going out to get Remy? As far as Roberto knew the only time they ever really spoke to each other was during the training sessions. Now Scott was suddenly showing this… interest in Remy. Why?
He watched them walk over to where he was sitting together. Scott seemed to be trying his best to get Remy to relax but it wasn't working as Remy seemed to be slightly uncomfortable with the attention. Roberto frowned and stood as they approached. He walked the couple steps to Remy and wrapped an arm around his waist, glaring at Scott.
Scott raised an eyebrow at him and then grinned, though he tried to fight it down. Roberto glared harder at him.
"T'ank y' for coming t' get me, Scott," Remy said, capturing Roberto's attention away from Scott. There was dismissal in the words and Scott nodded his head.
"No problem." Scott turned and walked away from the pair towards the garage. Remy turned towards Roberto with a smug smile.
"What?"
"Y' were jealous."
Roberto looked at him indignantly. "I was not." Remy's smile turned into a grin. "Fine, maybe I was… A little." Roberto gave in. "What was he doing picking you up anyway?" He pulled Remy closer to him. Remy mock frowned at him but was obviously enjoying the attention. Roberto momentarily forgot about his jealousy over Scott's sudden interest in Remy. They began to slowly walk over to the garage where all of the students that were going had now congregated.
Remy looked around, surprised when he saw no sign of Bobby or Kurt. He asked Roberto where they were.
"They have to stay behind as punishment for Scott's glasses." Roberto shrugged his shoulders.
Remy smirked. "Did Scott ever get his glasses off?"
Roberto shook his head. "Nope. Hank says the glue will have to wear off on it's own. It'll be a few days at least."
"Alright, everybody who's coming get into the vehicles!" Hank shouted so that he could be heard over all the chatting of the kids. It took some time but everyone eventually was seated in either the X-van or Jean's SUV and they were off towards the redwood forest.
#
Remy sat back on the grass as he watched several of the others swimming and splashing around in the swimming hole. He began to wish that he had never agreed to come here. All it did was depress him as he could not join them. He did not want everyone to see the scars that covered his back and shoulders. So he sat on the bank, watching and wishing that he could join them but too afraid to actually do so.
He had managed to talk Roberto into going and having some fun and not to worry about him. Even so, he could see Roberto now, casting him another worried glance and felt even worse. Because of him, Roberto was not having the fun that he should have been having. Even Scott seemed to have loosened up and was having a good time. He let out a sigh.
"Why don't you go and join them, Remy?"
Remy started at the voice and looked over to see Xavier next to him. He had forgotten that the man was there, so lost in his own brooding thoughts. He shook his head and went back to watching the others.
"Non, dat's okay. Don' like t' swim much."
"You do not look like you are enjoying yourself much."
Remy shrugged. "Maybe I'll go for a walk, explore a bit." Xavier nodded.
"Would you like some company?"
Again Remy shook his head. "Non, t'ank y'." He got to his feet and walked away dejectedly into the woods. Why had he ever agreed to come? But, Scott had surprised him and he hadn't known what else to say. Besides, at the time, it had seemed like a good idea.
He stared down at his feet and didn't notice that someone was standing in front of him until he had nearly run the person over.
"Your head is in the clouds, Rem, what's going on?" Roberto asked. Remy forced a smile for him.
"Jus' t'inking."
"Why don't you come join us?" Roberto prodded. Remy shook his head and refused to budge. Roberto thought for a moment. "Then why don't we go somewhere we can be alone?"
"Would like dat," Remy confessed. Roberto began to pull Remy along until they were a ways away from the others but still within yelling distance. They were next to the river and, finding a suitable spot, Roberto sat down leaning back against one of the large redwoods, gesturing for Remy to do the same. Remy did so and Roberto wrapped him in a hug, happy to feel Remy relax against him. One of Remy's hands flitted across Roberto's stomach and he felt a small shiver go through him at the light caress. Turning his head to look more fully at Remy, he was surprised when his lips were caught in a hesitant kiss. Remy rarely ever initiated anything between them.
Roberto let one of his hands run up Remy's back, under his shirt, wanting skin contact. He gasped when he felt the rough uneven texture of what had to be scars and quite a number of them. Remy instantly tensed in his arms and broke off the kiss.
"Remy, what-?"
Remy pulled away from him. "Forget it. Dis was a bad idea." He tried to stand, to get away, but Roberto still held him. He looked back at Roberto pleadingly. Roberto let his hands drop to Remy's waist and the hem of his tee-shirt.
"Do you trust me?"
Remy nodded slowly. "Oui."
Roberto lifted the shirt over Remy's head, removing it completely and sucked in a breath upon seeing the scars that covered Remy's back. He had only seen Remy with his shirt off once and that had been too quick for him to notice the scars. He hadn't exactly been looking for them at the time either. He leaned over and kissed one of the scars on Remy's shoulder. Remy started.
"Cher…" he trailed off. Roberto could see the tears glistening in his eyes. Roberto looked at him to continue. "How can y' even look at me?" He turned away from Roberto but Roberto just wrapped his arms around Remy and pulled him closer.
"Because, I love you, Remy, and you are so damn beautiful how could I not look at you?" Roberto said sincerely. Remy turned around in Roberto's arms so that he was facing him once more.
"You really mean that." It was not a question. Roberto answered anyway.
"You know I do." Remy smiled at him, kissing him once again before settling into Roberto's arms. There was silence for some time. "Did you have many friends back in New Orleans?" Roberto asked, hoping that talking about something good would get Remy in a happier mood than he had been in for most of the day. Remy nodded and smiled as he thought about Belle and Emil. "Tell me about them?" Again, Remy nodded and began to tell Roberto about them until they were called for lunch by the Professor.
#
Bobby giggled as Kurt pushed him forward and into the hallway.
"Shhhhh…" Kurt hushed him. Bobby looked over his shoulder at Kurt as he was pushed down the hall.
"Why? Not like anyone's here to catch us."
"Storm is still here," Kurt reminded him. Bobby rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively.
"She's in her garden. Besides she'd never suspect we're up to anything, we're perfect little angels- "Bobby's voice rose an octave as Kurt teleported them away suddenly. "Jeez, warn me when you're gonna do that, huh?" he groused once they had reached their destination a split second later.
Kurt smirked at him and then quickly looked around the bathroom that they were now in. It took him only an instant to spot what he was looking for and, grabbing the container of shampoo off the edge of the bath, he turned back to Bobby. With matching grins they quickly unscrewed the top and dumped the contents of the bottle that Bobby held in the shampoo. The shampoo bottle was then placed back where they had got it.
"Do you really think that this is a good idea?" Kurt asked suddenly, staring in concern at Bobby.
"Of course it is! There are already far too many blue mutants out there; we need to add some color."
"But we're already being punished for what we did to Scott, we're going to be even worse off after this."
"Isn't it worth it?"
Kurt smiled and rested a hand on Bobby's shoulder. "Anyone ever tell you you're a bad influence, Drake?" Bobby was about to respond but the only thing that escaped him was a surprised yelp as Kurt teleported them back to Bobby's room.
"I told you not to do that!"
"Yes, but, I've come to realize that I shouldn't listen to anything you say." Kurt grinned and Bobby looked suitably insulted. Kurt turned and threw the now empty bottle of glow in the dark pink die into the garbage. Seizing his opportunity, Bobby leapt forward and tried to grab onto Kurt's tail, hoping to pull Kurt to the ground and treat him to a lovely face full of snow. It was the least Kurt deserved after insulting him.
Things didn't go quite as planned, though. Before Bobby even managed to get his hands on Kurt, his tail came alive and wrapped around Bobby's wrists, yanking him forward so that he stumbled into Kurt who had now turned around to face him. Kurt looked at him with a mocking grin.
"When will people learn to never try and grab my tail?"
"Uh…" was all that Bobby could come out with, for once speechless as Kurt lifted his arms over his head by his bound wrists and pushed him back onto the bed. Laying flat on his back, Bobby looked up at Kurt, now kneeling over him, and tried to raise his hands only to find them held firmly in place. Why had he never realized just how strong Kurt's tail really was?
Hands secured above his head, Bobby could do nothing as Kurt began kissing along his jaw and down his neck. Not that he exactly wanted to do anything about it mind you. What he wanted to do was kiss Kurt's lips but every time he tried Kurt would chuckle and move to kiss him elsewhere; his temple or his throat or maybe nibble on his ear making him gasp.
Kurt's hands roamed down to his jeans, tugging his shirt loose and Bobby shivered at the sudden sensation of soft fur sliding across his now bare chest. He tugged against the restraint on his wrists, wanting to touch but Kurt didn't release him and Bobby groaned in frustration.
Bobby watched in fascination as Kurt smirked at him and sat up to quickly divest himself of his own shirt. Finally, Kurt leaned forward to capture Bobby's lips in a bruising kiss, releasing Bobby's wrists as he did so. Instantly, Bobby wound his fingers through Kurt's hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. God, this felt so incredibly good, and right, he didn't want to stop. Apparently Kurt had the same thoughts as he straddled Bobby's hips and pulled back slightly to whisper against Bobby's lips.
"I want you in me."
"Are you sure?" Kurt answered him with another kiss that drove any doubts out of their minds. How much had he dreamed – fantasized – about this? Whether it was Kurt taking him or him taking Kurt, it didn't matter, he still wanted it. Now Kurt wanted it too and the world could not possibly get any more perfect.
