Rehabilitation

Chapter 8 – Remy's Bad Day

4AM, Outside the Rehab Center

Sinister found a beautiful woman. She had a single goal. "Go into that rehab center, and get a sample of Remy Lebeau's semen. It should not be difficult, the man would screw a tree if he could fit his penis into it."

Later…

Scott, Logan, and Chris stood next to Remy, who was still sound asleep. Scott nudged him. "Wake up, Ms. Lebeau." Logan chuckled.

Remy groggily opened his eyes and stretched. "Good Morning." Scott and Logan looked at him, jaws on the ground. "How are you guys?" Remy sheepishly smiled and then curled his body up in the bed.

"What the fuck happened to your grungy little accent?" Scott asked.

Remy blinked and groaned as he stretched again, then rested a hand on his stomach. "It's fake. I use it to get women. If I'm not getting any of that for a few days, it's not worth the effort." He slid out of the bed and stood up. "I'm hungry."

The three went to the community dining area and got trays loaded with food, then sat down with Winona. "Good morning, Winona. How are you today?"

"You poor thing!" She said. "They broke you!"

Remy nodded and then shrugged. "My head feels empty."

"So." Scott leaned forward. "What are you thinking about?"

"Sex." Remy said.

"Why did I not expect that, for once?" Scott replied.

"No, it's so damn beautiful. Man, woman…" Remy began to trail off.

"Oh shit." Logan muttered. "Gumbo!"

Remy looked up. "Yes?" Logan just stared at Remy. "Logan, did I ever thank you for being such a good friend to me? It meant so much, just to have someone there to offer unspoken words of encouragement."

Logan looked at Scott. "I say we tape is mouth shut."

"Agreed."

Winona smiled. "This is my kind of game."

They were getting up to leave when a beautiful blonde walked up to the table. "Hi, my name is Cherry and I'm a sexaholic." She leaned over and practically my her cleavage on Remy's face.

Remy grinned stupidly at her. "You smell pretty, ma'am."

Logan and Scott were a bit confused by the sudden appearance of the bombshell, but this was Rehab, after all. She sat in Remy's lap. "I can get closer if you want to smell." Cherry said.

"No thanks, Ms. Cherry. I smelled you good enough." Remy replied. Logan's muffled laughter caught an angry glare from Cherry, who slid off Remy's lap onto the floor. Remy frowned and helped her up. "Sorry, I didn't meant to do that. Are you alright?"

Cherry rolled her eyes and whispered in his ear. Remy suddenly looked incredibly embarrassed. "I'm flattered but…I've decided to go a month without sex." Scott smiled as his friend lied. Without further warning, Remy sprinted down the hall and slammed the door to their room shut. "This could be more embarrassing." He said to himself, sarcastically.

A few minutes later, Scott and Logan found themselves sealing Remy's lips with several layers of industrial-grade tape, as well as his hands. "What should we do now?" Scott asked as they finished.

Logan shrugged. "He doesn't need a babysitter. Let's go watch tv."

Remy was left unguarded, taped to a rolling office chair. His eyes darted sadly from side-to-side and he quickly nodded off. When he woke up, a green-and-yellow clad heroine was standing in front of him, kissing him with a level of lust Remy had never seen Rogue employ. Kissing?

'This has got to be the cruelest fucking thing ever.' Remy thought as he eyed the collar on Rogue's neck. She had finally done something sweet, kind, considerate, and sexual for him…and he had nothing for her and couldn't say so.

"Whay Remy, Ah don't know how y'got like this, but I must say, it's arousing." Rogue said, sitting in his lap. In any other circumstance, Remy would have found her heartfelt, although clumsy striptease to be horribly sexy. But for him, right then, it was agony. By the time it was over, Rogue was looking at his limpness with disappointment. If this had been any other day in Remy's post-puberty life, Rogue doing a striptease would have caused him to pop the biggest boner, but now, he was just…soft. The duct tape kept Remy from explaining with any detail WHY her performance did nothing for him, and Rogue ended up walking out, crying.

She did not, however, remember to put Remy's pants and boxers back on, and to shut the door. So, there he was. Limp, naked, and exposed to all who walked past their room. After a few giggles, winks, and pointed fingers, he simply hung his head and closed his eyes. A surge of relief came over him when Cherry entered his room and closed the door. He didn't know she was there to collect his semen for Sinister, and, at that point, Remy didn't care.

"Hey there, Stud."

'Oh shit. Not again! Why does today, very specifically, have to be the day hot women unexpectedly decide to seduce me?' Unlike Rogue, Cherry made no use of niceties and went immediately to her knees.

After a few minutes, she took him out of her mouth. "What is wrong with you?"

With tape over his mouth he was, once again, unable to explain. And once again, a beautiful woman stormed out, angry at his inability to perform. And once again, she did not close the door. Cherry snuck outside and met Sinister.

"He can't even get it up!" She complained. "That is not my problem. I did everything within my power."

Sinister's eyes narrowed. "Remy must be gravely ill. The thought of him not being in the mood troubles me."

So, less than five minutes after his second massive embarrassment, a certain evil scientist walked through the hallway and peered into the open door. Remy looked up and groaned, the sound barely audible through the tape. 'Dr. Essex.'

Sinister ignored Remy's state and walked into the room; Remy braced his face as Sinister grabbed the corner of the tape and very sloooooowly pulled it away from his face. "Why is it that you are not performing?"

"Da fucken' doctors done gave Remy some bad shit! Chemical castration, Remy's ass!" Remy cried out. "Y'gotta help me!"

Meanwhile, Logan and Scott were sitting and watching television when Logan's nose and claws subconsciously responded to a smell on the air. SNIKT! "Sinister is in the building!"

"Crap! Remy is still tied up!" Scott yelled as the two men bolted down the hallway.

"Helping you suits my plans." Sinister stated as he knelt in front of Remy and reached into his black bag, cleaning a spot on his left thigh with an alcohol swab. "This is a very large dose. It should be enough to counteract the shot you were given yesterday and then some."

Just as he was about to inject Remy with the hormones, Scott and Logan came to a sliding stop on the linoleum, and gasped. Remy was naked from the waist down and Mr. Sinister was kneeling front of him. Scott fought the urge to puke and dove for Sinister, toppling the taller man, who accidentally stuck the syringe into Scott's left butt cheek.

"NON!" Remy yelled.

"Oww!" Scott said, rubbing his ass. "What the hell was that?"

"A lot of libido in a little syringe." Sinister replied.

"SWAMPRAT!"

"Uh-oh." Logan said. "Rogue checked her mail. Sorry Gumbo, we sent her your painting."

Remy's eyes bulged. "NON! Untie me! Remy deserves a chance t'live!"

Logan and Scott laughed. "Maybe she'll kick the shit out of Sinister too." They both ran back into the hallway, intent on being as far away from Remy as possible.

Sinister opened a tesseract and shook his head. "Once again, Remy, I wonder how it is that you put yourself in such unique predicaments."

"Remy'll tell y'a secret y'wanna know." Remy said.

Sinister turned his head. "Is this information valuable?"

"Oui." Remy said. "Scott's getting a vasectomy."

"No, he isn't." Sinister said. "When will that boy learn?"

"Y'gonna untie me?" Remy asked, pleadingly.

"No." Sinister disappeared and Remy was left with very bad circumstances.

Besides being unable to get hard for Rogue earlier, she'd just seen a horribly sexual painting manifesting his lust for other X-Women, and was kinkily taped to a chair, half naked, with Cherry's red lipstick all over his penis.

Remy heard Rogue stomping down the hall. "Remy can 'xplain!"

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"So, we just abandoned Remy to die again, didn't we?" Logan said.

"Yes." Scott replied. "Who gives a fuck though? God knows if Jean got her lazy skank ass up here I wouldn't be a fucking loser and do something like that painting."

Logan chuckled. "Those hormones are getting to you."

"Hey, if I flirt with every woman on the team, do you think strangers and heroines would come and give me head?" Scott asked. "Because really, that's all I actually care about."

Logan stood up and walked to their room. Remy was still taped to the chair and half-naked. His face wasn't bleeding, there were no conspicuous fingernail claws marks anywhere, and he still appeared to be healthy.

Logan cut Remy free and then grimaced. "What the hell did she do to ya?"

Remy shrugged. "As it turns out, scalding hot water gets lipstick off skin." He winced and pulled his clothes back on, then burrowed himself under the sheets of his bed. "Worst day of my life."

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Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Girl Interrupted, or Winona Ryder.

Next Chapter: Scott Summers pulls a 'Gambit.'

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