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Big Mistake

Chapter 1
Rating: R
Summary: Remy�s gone
off the rails; on one of his drink drug binges he makes a big mistake, spiking Logan�s drink and then�
well, you can guess. Remy/Logan.
Author: Lilvior
Warning: Drug use,
m/m, ambiguous consent, swearing.
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I own the x-men? Or the Offspring for that matter? Well I don�t, and I�m not
making any money from this at all.

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�Head over heels I�ve fit in before

Now I don�t want to do it no more
I�ve held it all in with blood on my face
Built it up man so bad you can taste

I don�t slag no one I don�t even judge
Don�t give a shit cause I�m not
gonna budge
I just wanna be who I wanna be
Guess that�s hard for other�s to see.�
Smash
� The Offspring

�I�ve fuckin� had it wit� dat fuckin� bitch.� Remy slurred
into his empty beer glass, sounding like lyrics from the latest Eminem track.
He waved at the barmaid, who sauntered back to the two men,
�What can I do for you?� She asked in a voice dripping with
insinuations. Remy picked up the glass.
�Hmm, y� could start by refillin� dis.� He flashed his
famous grin, �Den we�ll see.�
Logan,
sitting next to him, shook his head. As soon as the boy started drinking his
control over the charm power went straight to hell. He literally became a
babe-magnet. And, if it wasn�t just his imagination, Logan was pretty sure he�d seen lustful
glares at Remy from men as well.
Wouldn�t put it past him to go for it
either.
There was no doubt about it, the Cajun was pissed.
�Wolvie, y� wanna help me get home?� he asked, �I need t�
give Roguey a piece o� my mind.� He slammed his left fist into his right hand.
Logan
didn�t need to think too hard to realise that taking the guy home now would be
a bad idea. Remy got violent. It was a good job Rogue was so strong, she never
let Remy get physically abusive with her, though god knows he�d tried.
Remy could be such a little bastard sometimes.
He�d hit Jean once.
Logan
made sure he paid for that one. It had been the night of Remy�s return, he was officially living in the boathouse, but had come over to the
house to talk to Storm� and grab as much booze as his thief hands could
possibly carry. Jean and Ororo had made the mistake of asking him to join them
for a drink. Half the bottle later Jean had told him he�d had enough, she tried
to take the bottle away from him, but Remy instinctively turned and left-hooked
her, leaving a bruise that could not possibly be hidden. Of course Scott had
felt it through his telepathic link with Jean, and so rushed straight
downstairs in his oh-so-attractive �Bugs Bunny� boxer shorts, to give Remy a
personalised �welcome back�. Anyone who had been forgiving enough to talk to
Gambit in the few hours between his return and this particular incident seemed
to forget their forgiving streak. The only ones who currently gave the poor guy
time of day were Logan,
Ororo, Hank and, surprisingly, Jean. Everyone else made no effort to conceal
their hatred.
Logan
sighed,
�I think we�ll walk back, you need some fresh air.�
Remy wasn�t listening, he was
flirting with the barmaid again.
After about three more glasses of whiskey Remy staggered off
to the gent�s.
After he�d been gone for fifteen minutes Logan started to worry. Idiot had probably
passed out and hit his head against a wall.
The image of Remy lying passed out in a puddle of vomit was
enough to motivate Logan, he pushed open the door of the bathroom just in time to
see Remy duck his head to the level of the basin. Logan�s first thought was
that the kid was going to puke, but when he saw Remy press one finger to the
side of his nose, then the sweep of his head as he sniffed a suspicious white
powder from the edge of the basin, he knew it was worse. Remy straightened,
inhaled deeply through his nose and shook his head. He turned to Logan,
�Want some?� His strange red pupils were fully dilated, he
was visibly swaying.
Logan
shook his head; he couldn�t believe what he�d just seen. He knew things were
bad for the kid, but this? This wasn�t Gumbo�s style,
he would never have done anything like this before the trial.
�We�re going NOW!� He growled, God knew what that stuff
might make Remy do, they had to get back to the
mansion where it was safe.
�One more drink? Go on, Cher, Remy�ll be a good little boy if y� let him have
one� more� drink�?� He was laying it on thick, batting his eyelids and pouting
his lips.
Logan
groaned, he couldn�t be bothered to argue, and what was one more drink when the
Cajun was already this pissed and stoned? Remy stumbled, and Logan found himself grabbing hold of the
kid�s and being surprised at how cold it was.
Seconds later they were back at the bar, Remy offered to buy
this last round, Logan
decided if the kid wanted to throw his money around he was welcome to do it.
Unfortunately this meant he didn�t see Remy adding the
contents of a tiny vile to his beer.
Remy passed the beer to his friend and smiled as Logan gulped it down.

Ten minutes later, and Logan couldn�t coordinate his hand
enough to get the key into the ignition of his Harley. Maybe that one last
drink had been one too many. But drink never normally affected him this much;
his healing factor normally overrode the alcohol. At the time though, Logan was in no state of
mind to even wonder. He staggered backwards into Remy,
�Watch it, Cher.�
Remy himself was having an equally hard time trying to light
a cigarette.
�We were gonna walk, weren�t we?� Logan half growled, half slurred. �An� don�t
call me �Cher� Darlin�.�
So they started the mile long trek back to the mansion
holding each other up.
Several times Remy tripped, dragging Logan to the ground
with him, each time Logan managed to stand and haul the Cajun back up, they
were nearly home when a stunning blonde crossed the road to meet them, she was
obviously a prostitute, and obviously knew Remy.
�Hey Rem, why don�t you leave your dad here, we can go have
some fun.� She was gorgeous, long blonde hair, tits bigger than her head and
the tightest little ass.
Logan
was thinking about telling Remy to go for it, completely missing the insult and
the fact that Blondie knew Remy�s name, but the Cajun spoke first.
�Mais non, Logan�s not my Papa,
he�s my boyfriend.� To emphasise his point Remy grabbed Logan by the collar and kissed him
passionately.
�Then how about you both join us?� Blondie seemed even more
delighted by this idea, but Remy didn�t seem to want to share, he stared into Logan�s bewildered eyes,
freeing a hand to stroke his hair.
�Non, �fraid Logan here�s too much in love wit� Remy t�
share.�
The blonde pouted briefly,
�Oh well, I guess I might see you around. You know where to
find me.�
Then she turned to where a black Mercedes was parked on the
corner of the street.
Logan was still standing there
feeling horrified, Remy was still holding him, looking deep into his eyes with
an expression Logan
had never seen before.
Logan
pushed him away.
Or tried.
Suddenly his arms were lead weights,
he swayed on his feet only remaining vertical thanks to Remy�s hands holding
him up.
He was about to ask what was going on, when Remy�s lips
closed over his again.
And it was so much easier to give in than to try and fight.
He closed his eyes and parted his lips and teeth, letting
Remy slip his tongue in.
It felt good, how long had it been since he�d been kissed?
Remy was fucking gorgeous, there was no denying it, a damn good kisser too, but
it was so wrong. Finally, Logan
found the strength to push Remy away. After a few deep breaths he started
walking, Remy trotted up to his side, and joined his pace. Logan was waiting for the kid to apologise,
but the apology never came.
The walk took forever, but eventually they passed through
the front door of the mansion, stumbling over the doormat and almost crawling
up the stairs.
Logan�s
room came first along the first floor corridor, and for some reason he didn�t
think to question his friend when Remy followed him in.
Logan
reached the bed and managed to climb up onto it before losing control of his
limbs and becoming almost completely paralysed.
Remy had already peeled his own tight white t-shirt off, and
was climbing onto the bed next to Logan.
�Mmm, Remy�s so horny, mon ami, how
�bout y�?� Then he started undoing the buttons of Logan�s shirt.
Logan
tried to protest, but all that came out was an inarticulate noise, nearly
Wolverine�s trade-mark growl, but slightly more on the pathetic side as opposed
to fierce. A faint voice teased in the back of his mind, telling him if he
really didn�t want Remy�s attentions he could easily get rid of him, if he
wanted. Was that what he wanted?
Whatever Logan
wanted, he didn�t want this. He didn�t just want to lie there and let Remy do
what he wanted with him.
Both men were lying on their sides, facing each other. Remy
ran the tips of his fingers over the skin of Logan�s face, pausing at the lips and
stroking them before replacing his fingers with his lips. Logan felt Remy slide his tongue over the
edges of his sharp canines before creeping deeper into the warmth of his mouth.
Logan
wished he had control of his hands, firstly he wanted to extend his claws and
tear the Cajun�s throat out, but slowly he was starting to enjoy their third
kiss of the evening, and he wanted the use of his hands back for an entirely
different reason.
Remy was the one to pull away first this time, he opened his
eyes and batted his eyelids, smiling sweetly. Remy got up off the bed and
disappeared from Logan�s
line of sight.
Well, that was unexpected, Logan thought to himself, I just hope
neither of us remember this in the morning.
Then suddenly he was rolled onto his back and Remy climbed
on top of him.
�I want y�, Logan.
I want t� fuck y��
Two opposing sides of Logan�s mind fought for dominance; on
the one hand it had been ages since he�d had a good fuck and Gumbo was damn
good looking, on the other, he was totally off his head, anything that seemed
like a good idea now might not actually be all that clever, and the kid seemed
to be forcing himself on him.
Remy�s pants were gone; he was now naked on top of Logan, grinning like a
Cheshire cat.
Suddenly the severity of the situation hit home.
Remy was drunk and stoned, and it would also appear, very
horny.
Logan
seemed paralysed, there was little to nothing he could do if the kid decided to
take him.
At this thought, an adrenalin surge rushed through Logan�s veins, giving him
the strength to raise an arm, extend his claws and slash across his friend�s
chest, cutting not very deep at all, but drawing blood nonetheless.
Remy hissed and anger darkened his eyes. He grabbed Logan�s wrist and used the claws to tear open Logan�s own pants.
�Get off me.� Logan
managed to growl, trying to regain control of limbs that felt like solid
weights.
�Non, Logan, I don� t�ink I�m gonn�
do dat.�
Then, the strong drugs in Logan�s system finally did what they would
have done to a normal man hours ago. His body went limp, and he passed out.

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