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A/N: My first X-Men fic I started, though not the first published. I set out to write a PWP, and was determined not to write the post-antarctica-fic. I failed at both those goals, so now I have this thing eating my brain. It's the basic antarctica fic, with about 1 more penis than is usual, a lot more sex, and a few twists.
There will be some AU-ish-ness, relating mostly to how Gambit got back from Antarctica. Some movie- or animate series-verse may creep in accidentally. Also, if you really love Jean or Rogue, this is probably not for you. Marvel taught me the accent and online translators gave me the French, any screw-ups with those I�m going to blame on others.

The first time Remy watched Logan and Scott together had been an honest accident. He�d been on the mansion roof, smoking one of his sweet contraband cigarettes when a muffled yell reverberated through the wet August night air. Alarmed, Remy had dropped the butt of his cig, which rolled off he gently slanted shingles, and rushed to the open dormer window not ten feet away.
What he had seen inside had knocked the breath out of him and sent such a powerful bolt to his groin that he�d barely held in a whimper. The full moon�s light flooded into the room, gilding the two beautiful bodies inside in liquid silver.
Scott was braced on his knees and forearms, face turned away from Remy to press into his bicep, muffling his sharp cries. His hair was in sweaty disarray, bite marks peppered his smooth golden skin, and every lean muscle strained towards the man behind him.
Logan knelt behind Scott, mostly in shadow, looking dark and powerful and feral. He held Scott�s slim hips in his stronger-than-steel grip, keeping him perfectly still despite all the writhing. Remy had thought that the sight of Logan holding Scott still, holding him open was one of the most sensual things he�d ever seen�Until Wolvie had leaned in and licked him, long and slow and hard, tongue fucked him with slick, deep jabs until Scott screamed into his arm, bit it until it bled, and came so hard he shook.
Gambit had scrambled as quickly and quietly as he could back to him own room, blind with lust. He�d gotten the door locked and one hand in his fly before he came, shuddering, and felt like dirt. He added �peeping tom� to his mental list of reasons why he was scum. Remy cried himself to sleep, and scrubbed himself pink in the shower the next morning.
But curiosity was the nature of the beast, and Remy wanted to know if last night had been a one-off. He was always, always the first to notice a passing lust or crush, or a budding love in the mansion. He considered it his territory. And he�d seen that Scott and Logan�s initial instincts to rip out each other�s throats had subsided into mostly friendly sniping and insults (helped along greatly by Jean Grey�s rather sudden announcement that she was a lesbian, and subsequent shacking up with Rogue�sex was said to be all in the mind, anyway, so Remy figured they were a perfect, icy cold couple) but he�d never gotten the slightest hint that they were more than two people who now tolerated each other well. So he kept Logan and Scott in the corner of his vision through breakfast, instead of staring at his plate while Rouge and Jean cast him withering glances under their eyelashes.

Remy barely ate anymore, so he had plenty of opportunity to observe Scott and Logan while he stirred his eggs into a mess on his plate. But they sat at opposite corners of the table, and not even a look passed between them. The whole team was gathered for Stormy�s cooking, though, and Scott and Logan were nothing if not discreet men.
After washing his plate, Remy flopped on the sofa in the rec room, turned the TV on low, and let his eyes drift shut. Minutes later footsteps entered, and Gambit knew it was either Logan or Ororo. Only a predator or a thief could be that effortlessly quiet. The masculine grunt and creak of the armchair as a heavy body was dropped into it indicated the Wolverine, along with the pungent smell of an unlit cigar.
When Remy had finally stumbled back onto the mansion grounds, gaunt and exhausted, Logan had been absent. Cyclops had met him, helped him inside, sat him down and told him that Logan had taken off in a worried rage for Antarctica as soon as he�d heard what happened. To look for Gambit. Cyke had kept a tight grip on his thin shoulders and a muscle in his jaw ticced as he spoke. As tired and ill as he felt, Remy had noticed that Scott held himself oddly, and that the skin around his glasses was tight, as if his eyes were wide and wild. It was spooky, and even more unnerving in someone as normally calm and collected as The Fearless Leader.
Gambit had nearly fallen asleep, and he�d let his empathetic shields slip a bit to feel Wolverine�s quiet contentment as he chomped his cigar and paged through Playboy. He�d feel like a parasite later, but right now the respite from dwelling in his own pain was worth it. He�d go crazy if he couldn�t escape his own head every once in a while. A hot flare from Logan�warm affection, passion, the slick heat of lust, and smoldering unexpectedly under it all was love�got Remy�s attention, and he slit his demon eyes open just enough to see Scott enter the room, and felt an answering flare from the team leader. He basked in it, resisted the urge to stretch like a cat in the sun. There was still the hard, sub-zero knot at his core that�d plagued him since Rogue had pitched him into the Antarctic snow, but for the first time since he felt like his skin was skin, instead of a living sheet of ice. His jaw would have dropped had he not been pretending to sleep when Scott whacked Logan playfully on the back of the head with his rolled-up morning paper, and Wolverine only growled gently before going back to his magazine.
Scott had disappeared soon after Remy returned, and Jean had told him that the Professor had said he could stay, but thought it best for him to reside in the boat house. He�d nodded grimly and went, and stayed away from the mansion as a general rule. Stormy had visited him every day, offered to move in with him, or to let him live in her attic room in the mansion. He�d smiled at his �sister�, and wondered why she hadn�t gone with Logan to search for him. It hurt, but he smiled warmly and called her �ma soeur� like always. Surprisingly, Scotty had come everyday as well, though never at the same time as Ororo. He paced and fidgeted and hardly said a word, only staying for ten or twenty minutes at a time. It made Remy nervous, and made him feel like he was missing something important. Like Scott was trying to tell him something with his eyes, though of course the glasses prevented that. Like he was caged and shocky, and fighting a battle with himself. Gambit was grateful that Scott thought enough of him to visit, but also grateful when his visits were over and he could file away Scott�s disturbing behavior until the next evening.
�Why do you read that crap, Lo?� Scott asked as he flicked his paper open.

Logan turned the page and switched his cigar to the other side of his mouth with a smirk, �Same reason you read the paper, bub. Great articles. Gotta keep up with my current events.�
Scotty snorted and Remy could imagine him rolling his eyes. The room descended into warm, companionable silence, the kind that most people had trouble cultivating, let alone appreciating, the TV only a murmuring white noise in the background. Remy was starting to fall asleep for real, soothed by the presence of the two men when an incredulous snort from Wolverine interrupted his doze.
�What the fuck is the Cajun watchin?�
�It� looks like Judge Judy.�
�Lord.�
�Well, you have to admit he isn�t actually watching it.�
�Still. What d�ya think my chances are of gettin the remote without wakin �im?�

There was a short pause as Cyke considered, then finally, �Not very good, unfortunately,� he said with a long-suffering sigh.

Logan grumbled darkly under his breath and flipped a page, �Hey, lookit Scotty, this one has real titties.�

�Mm, better frame it then,� Scott muttered as his watch let out a shrill little shriek. He rose and tossed the paper on the coffee table, took a furtive look at a Remy�who was still pretending convincingly to be dead to the world�and threaded his fingers into the hair at Logan�s temple, pulling him out of his girly rag for a quick, sweet kiss, �See you when I�m done with classes.�
Logan grunted an affirmative and watched his ass as he left the room, then rose from his chair, only to settle on the narrow edge of the couch, ass pushing into the hollow curve created by Gambit�s stomach as he lay on his side. �Ay,� he said, then scowled when Remy merely lay there, ignoring him and still pretending to doze, �Hey,� he said more forcefully, then ran strong fingers down the ladder of Remy�s ribs.
With an embarrassing, surprised squeal, the thief�s eyes popped open, �Don� tickle me!� he cried indignantly, grabbing for the other man�s wrist as he squirmed, trapped between Logan and the sofa back, and tried to fold in on himself, knee digging sharply into Logan�s hip as he attempted fruitlessly to shove the heavy man off the couch.
Logan just smirked infuriatingly and stopped his torture, before resting his elbow on the sharp jut of the Cajun�s hipbone and leaning back against the cushions, pushing Remy deeper into the sofa with his weight. When he looked at Remy again, his face was sober, �How you been gumbo?�
He�d been in the boathouse for two months straight, among the fusty, frilly bits of Jean that littered the place from when it had been her and Scott�s love nest, when Logan returned. Remy watched him arrive in the jeep, and had been stricken by how downtrodden he looked, normally squared shoulders slumping as slipped quietly in the mansion�s side door. The thief had lolled on the dock in the sun, trying to get warm, wondering if Logan would come to visit him for several minutes before being surprised by all of the windows that looked in on the mansion�s kitchen exploding from their sills in a sparkling cascade of glass. Shocked, he was on his feet and had sprinted halfway across the grounds, afraid they were being attacked, before he had time to think about it. As he neared the blown-out windows, shouting from inside caught his attention and made him slow. Though he could only catch a few stray words, he recognized the voices easily. Logan and Jeannie and Marie, yelling back and forth at each other in the kitchen, in such a heated row that Jean had blasted out the kitchen windows in tantrum.

Snatches of her shrill, enraged voice carried out the windows, �Shouldn�t even�. Students! He�. Rogue�. Scott�. Fucking murdering whore!�
�Ah, murdering whore. Apparently Remy de current topic of debate,� he thought to himself as he dropped to the grass, drawing his knees up to his chest. There was no way the entire population of the mansion, excepting perhaps Xavier (who didn�t need to eavesdrop) and Hank (who was far too polite to do so), wasn�t crowding outside the kitchen doors to listen to this epic battle.
�Ah done.... necessary! Protect.... him! Already�. Warren an� all�. Led �em right�.� Rogue, her southern drawl thicker than ever, screeching as well. Remy wondered if she would dare to hit Logan, the way she used to take cheap shots at him when they had a particularly nasty fight during their on-again off-again relationship. Being with Rogue had given him more black eyes and split lips and cracked ribs than he�d had since he�d been a kid on the streets.
�Girl�. No fucking right�. No goddamned idea�. Been gettin� away�. Both of you! I�m�. and�. Fucking do that to Scott!�
Logan�s rumbling voice taking up his cause choked him up. He hadn�t thought that he had anyone left to defend him, and hadn�t let himself hope that Logan might not hate him, let alone take on two of the most viscous femmes ever born for him.
�Scott�. None of�. Not�. Happy! Better than�. You�. That slut!�
�Happy my left nut! Fucking�. And you know it! .... Xavier might�.princess�. I won�t! You�. Gut you, bitch.�
�Now�. Don� go threatnin��. Follow through, sugah.�
�You�. Try it�. Follow through! Now I�m�. better not�. Hear me? Stay�. From both �em!�
�What�.don�t, sugah? �. Ain�t�. he�ah.�
�You two�. Sure as shit�. Neither! An� I�. only warnin�. Gut ya!�
An eerie silence had reigned for several minutes, and Remy envisioned the Wolverine squaring off with the two harpies across the little island counter at the center of the kitchen, claws extended but held at his sides, hands in fists, chin tilted up defiantly to stare down Jeannie. Her �yes, it�s my natural color� hair would be flaring behind her, lifted telekinetically to undulate in her anger, like some fiery medusa. Rogue would be just behind her, standing close in support, breast pressing softly into Jean�s shoulder as her fingers twitched in her gloves, itching to take them off and give Logan what would be the shock of his life had she not already gotten him once before.
Twenty minutes later, Logan had barged into the boathouse and started packing Remy�s things for him. �Yer comin� back up where you belong,� he�d growled, still obviously angry and restless from the fight. Remy protested initially, but followed him meekly back to the mansion after Logan threatened to toss him over his shoulder and carry him. The kitchen windows were repaired already, as if nothing had ever happened, and Scott waited for them at the front doors, seeming much more himself than he�d been since Remy�s return.

Gambit grinned broadly at Logan, pasting on the carefree mask that he�d been holding onto desperately, �I been just fine, homme. Don�t gotta worry �bout Gambit none.�
Logan shot him a scowl that made the smile drop off his face, �I know when yer lyin, Cajun. Sides,� he scraped his fingers over Gambit�s ribs again, more gently this time so as not to tickle, �Yer too damn skinny. You always have been, but you�ve lost weight. I know you�re not eating hardly, cuz I�ve been watching. And,� his big hand drifted up to Remy�s face, tracing lightly over the thin skin around his eyes, so gently it made the Cajun shiver, �You ain�t been sleepin, neither. All bruised around yer eyes, looking frayed-out at yer edges.�
Remy swallowed thickly and bit his lip, �Wha�choo wan Gambit to say, mon ami? Ain�t never hungry no more, not wit dose two salopes glarin at Gambit crosst de table. Too cold t� fall asleep, an� when finally I do pass out,� his voice caught in his throat as he gripped Logan�s wrist tightly, �I�m at de trial, or bein� pitched in de snow,� a tear tracked its way down his cheek and through the stubble on his chin, quickly followed by more as Remy tried to sit up under Logan�s weight, �Sittin in de wind, realizin none of de X-Men are comin for Gambit de tief, Gambit de slut, Gambit de murderer. Wakin up thirty miles from here, not knowing how I got dere or why I was still alive, not bein able to hitch a ride cuz I lost my shades. Worst is when Remy back in de tunnels, and watchin the Marauders� An� Logan, Logan, you gotta believe I din� know they were gon� kill the Morlocks, I din� kno!�
Logan shifted his weight to let Remy sit up and pulled the young man into his arms, stroking damp red hair from his handsome face. �Int�restin how he drops that third person bullshit,� he thought as Gambit pressed into the crook of his neck, sobbing and shaking quietly. For a long time the two men sat there, Logan making soft pacifying noises as he pushed his fingers through Remy�s long hair, the thief slowly quieting and finally passing out from sheer exhaustion against his teammate.
With a sigh, Logan gathered him up�taking a few moments to wrangle all the lanky limbs that wanted to escape his grasp�and carried him upstairs to the room he now shared with Scott. Gently, he deposited Remy on their bed, contemplating the slumbering redhead with a grim expression.
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