"Where are you going, kitten?" Bobby asked his lover.
"Out, cher," Remy answered. He gave the blond young man a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back by midnight."
"Be careful, Cajun."
"Watch y'self, Bobby. Don' go prankin' Stormy." He tweaked Bobby's nose.
Bobby grinned at the thief. He built bars in front of the door. "You aren't going out like that."
Remy pouted. "Why not?"
"Someone's going to think you're available. Where's your collar, kitten?"
Remy smiled shyly and shrugged. Bobby clucked at him in annoyance. He looked in the dish on the night-table, then in the dresser. He turned and saw the silver chain dangling from Remy's fingers. "Dis it?"
"Naughty, kitten. You'll have to be punished when you get home." Bobby carefully fastened the silver choker and locked the tiny padlock in place. A flat silver disk dangled from the front, its etching flashing in the light as it swung. "That's better." Bobby kissed his lover deeply.
****
Logan and the rest of the guys at Harry's Hideaway were used to the necklace. They dismissed it as just another oddity of the Cajun. They were playing poker when Remy put a hand to his stomach. He folded with a royal flush. Logan frowned as the Cajun made his excuses. "I better make sure the kid gets home, boys." Logan sighed and downed the last of his beer and followed the younger man out into the rain.
Logan gunned the engine and barely caught up with the thief. His jaw dropped as the Cajun stopped at the front door in a spray of gravel and sprinted up the steps.
He followed the Cajun through the halls to the med-lab. Hank was fussing over a tank of water about six feet long. Jean's brow was wrinkled in concentration. Gambit slid to a stop and put a hand to the tank.
"What's up, Hank?" Logan asked.
"Bobby was struck by lightening while in ice form. He barely held together long enough for us to get him into the tank."
"Don' y' dare give up," Remy hissed suddenly.
Jean's jaw dropped.
"Oui. Je t'amie, Bobby."
//How are you reading him?//
Gambit looked up in confusion. "He's scared an' frustrated." He shrugged. "What's de problem?" His accent was getting stronger as he got more agitated. "Confused 'bout who he be. Don' know why dere's all dis fuss. Jus' wantin' t' let go. Can' y' feel him, woman?" Remy's long fingers stroked along the glass. He leaned his forehead against the side. "He got too much power, oui, Henri?"
"Yes, Remy. That is as good of a description as anything. His cells are moving too quickly for him to maintain a solid form." Hank's voice was gentle.
"Y' jus' cool him down?"
"I'm afraid it's not that simple. Bobby has to release the energy somehow. His control over his physical form needs to be restored, however, Jean believes that his state of mind is inhibiting both her ability to contact him and his control."
"So he don' know what t' do?"
"He knows," Jean interjected. "He just thinks he can't do it."
"Dat true, mon cher?" Remy tisked in annoyance. "Y' need t' give up energy, y' give it t' ole Remy. Ain' not'in' different dan he's used t'. An' don' be dissin' m', homme," he chided. "I ain' de one dat gone an' got hisself zapped."
Jean's cheeks flushed. "Do you want his verbal answer to that, Gambit?"
"Suppose so."
She cleared her throat. "He says you're a stubborn asshole and if you even think about doing something beyond your abilities, he's going to beat you until you can't sit for a week."
"Dat's sounds bon, cher. Dat means y' got t' be a bit more *solid* den y' be now. Hard even, non?"
//'And I'll make sure you don't enjoy it' is the rest of the threat.//
//Merci.// Gambit's fingers started to tingle as Bobby started to rearrange himself. Remy's eyes closed. His reserves of control were soon stretched almost to breaking, but the pool of water was now in human shape, though still liquid.
Logan detected the faintest of glows beginning to rise from Gambit's skin. His nose twitched. It smelled like a battle.
Gambit reached deeper. He pulled up every ounce of discipline he'd ever learned and settled into the almost trance state his father had taught him. He could feel Bobby's cells trembling. He was starting to gleam like a small star.
Slowly, Bobby's body turned to slush, then ice. He opened his eyes, then settled into human form. He pressed his hand to where Gambit had set his palm. "Open your eyes," he whispered.
The red on black eyes glowed as they stared into cherished blue.
"Go blow off some steam," he ordered.
The Cajun grinned and stood. "See y' soon, cher." Logan followed the thief to the back yard.
"You have something you want to tell us, don't you, Bobby?" Jean prompted. Hank hid his smile.
"Like what?" Bobby asked. "Oh, you mean about Remy? I thought you knew. I've only been fucking him for as long as he's been here. Hadn't you noticed?" Bobby's grin was wicked. "Or do you want details of how I tie him down so you can use my techniques on Scotty?"
Jean's blush was less embarrassment and more arousal than she was willing to admit.
Logan watched with interest as the thief carefully channeled his energy into the air. He could hear the tiny explosions as the pollen in the air exploded. The Cajun spun like a little kid. He sat down on one of the soaked benches and waved at the Canadian. Logan sat down next to him. "So yer doin' the ice-cube?"
"Oui." Gambit nearly giggled. He put a hand over his mouth. "I'm hyper."
"That ain't surprisin'. Maybe Hank'll let Bobby help ya out."
Gambit did giggle then. It was an odd laughter. He seemed giddily drunk. "Ain't y' gonna offer t' help me out?"
"And get my balls frozen?"
Bobby slid to a stop in front of them. He stepped forward, shifting into human form. He cupped Remy's chin in the palm of his hand. The thief's full lips parted in anticipation. The kiss was sweet and gentle. Bobby's tongue asked for entrance and was eagerly allowed. He tasted every millimeter of Remy's mouth. He slid his hand back to hold firmly at the base of his lover's skull.
"Inside," Bobby murmured.
Logan snorted. "If ya keep me up all night, I'll kill ya both."
Bobby winked at him. "I didn't know you liked to listen, Wolvie. Come on, Cajun-cat."
"Race ya." Remy dashed off. Bobby caught up with him and cut him off. "No fair," Remy pouted from inside the frozen cage.
"This is me, Rem. I’m *never* fair. At least not when it comes to you." Bobby ran a careful hand down the thief's cheek. Remy's eyes glowed in the dim light. "Don't run off on me, kitten." He destroyed the cage and Remy leaned in for a kiss. Bobby put a finger over his lover's lips. "Soon. Go make us some hot chocolate, Baby."
"Anythin' mon cher wishes." Remy bowed flamboyantly. Bobby laughed and made "shooing" motions with his hands. Cyclops watched the exchange from the back porch. "Hi, Cyke," Remy said bounding past him.
"Gambit," Scott nodded. "Bobby, we need to talk."
Gambit paused at the door, prepared to jump to his lover's defense. Iceman rolled his eyes in Cyclops' direction. "I think three cups of cocoa, Rems."
"My office," Cyclops ordered.
Gambit hovered to give Bobby a kiss for luck. "I've been surviving Summers' lectures since I was a teen. I think I'll be fine."
"Y' never know when the pressure is gonna hit and his control shatter an' kill y'. Gotta watch the quiet ones."
Bobby leaned to speak quietly in his lover's ear. "This is a direct order, kitten. Get the cocoa, then wait for me in my room." The red on black eyes widened in shock as Bobby continued. "I want you lubed and plugged so I don't have to waste time."
Scott was waiting impatiently by the kitchen door that led to the main hall. The shocked blush on Gambit's cheeks more than made up for the wasted time, not that he'd tell Drake.
"O-oui, cher," Remy whispered. He started the kettle for cocoa and poured milk into a second pan. He located the cinnamon and allspice.
****
"Using your lover to bribe me?" Scott asked mildly.
"How long have you known?"
"About you and LeBeau? Since the second week. Hank and I confronted the thief and told him that if he was playing with your heart we'd break every bone in his body."
"Shit. Recovering psychos aren't allowed to slip, Scotty."
"The question still stands."
"Yeah. I use anything I can to get to you."
"Why did you dye Storm's hair?"
"Because fuscia is a good color for her."
"You dyed it pink?"
"Fuscia. There's a difference."
"I wouldn't know."
"It's the same color as Gambit's charge."
"Gambit's charge has a color? Nevermind. You're damned lucky you weren't killed by that lightening!" Scott snapped. Gambit tapped on the door. "Enter."
"Cocoa?" Remy offered. Bobby took his happily.
"Merci," Scott said. Okay, so it was a bribe, but no one else made it Gambit's way. "Thanks for saving Drake's ass, LeBeau."
"Not a problem. Sort of attached t' it, me." He winked at Bobby. "Call if'n y' need m', cher." Remy went to collect his mug.
Wolverine grinned at him, licked white foam off of his upper lip. "Good stuff, Gumbo. Want some?"
"Prick. Weren't really need'n the sugar anyway."
"True," Logan agreed.
****
Gambit forced himself to relax and popped in the butt-plug. He pulled his jeans back up and started straightening the room. Books went on the shelf. Clothes were either hung up or set aside for the laundry. He felt almost uncomfortably full as he moved. He made the bed, carefully tucking in the sheets.
"Domesticity suits you," Betsy said, stepping into the room unannounced. Gambit let his charged card fade.
"Merde! Don' do dat!"
"I heard the news and had to come see." She paced forward and lifted the charm. "I always thought it stood for Remy." She traced the etching with a finger.
"Hands off, Betsy. He's mine," Bobby stated. He stalked over to his lover, grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him harshly. Betsy's jaw dropped and she left them alone. Bobby stroked his lover's ass, toying with the collar. "I'm going to get you a tattoo that says 'property of Robert Drake' on your forehead." He shut and locked the door.
"Figure everyone'll know by breakfast. Gossip's faster'n lightening."
"No pouting, kitten. I need a stronger collar for you," Bobby said absently. "And you still need to be punished for that stunt this evening."
Remy's pout turned to a frown. "What stunt?"
"Hiding your collar."
"Oh, that."
"Yeah. That. Shirt off, Sweetheart." Remy complied. "Boots off. Neatly!" He stood quietly when he was done. "Open up." The demon eyes widened at the sight of the gag. He submitted. His nostrils flared as the thick dildo nearly touched the back of his throat and the leather panel sealed off his lips as Bobby tightened the straps. "That's better."
Remy shook his head, testing how securely the gag was seated. He had no access to his mouth, not for air, not for kissing, and definitely not for talking. Bobby stroked the soft cheek above the strap with his thumb. He kissed his lover's nose. He fingered the tight ass, toying with the plug. Remy squirmed.
Bobby was a good top in Remy's opinion. Never too harsh, but not to lenient either. Bobby was safe. Remy felt cherished, controlled, and protected. He could let go when Bobby took over.
"My gorgeous kitten, what the fuck am I supposed to do with you, hmm? First, you lie to me. Then, you risk your life by absorbing more energy than you needed to to get me under control. And to top it all off, I find you flirting with Wolverine."
Remy shook his head at the last charge.
"You're lying again," Bobby chided. "You always flirt with Logan. You give him big, sweet, wet kitten eyes and blatantly sexual passes. You know he watches your ass when you're fighting. He gets a hard-on if you're working on your bikes together." He cupped Remy's chin. "Do you *really* think I can believe you weren't flirting?" Remy shook his head, eyes pinned by Bobby's. "Hands."
Remy crossed his wrists in front of himself, arms extended. Bobby quickly tied them with soft cotton rope. Remy let his arms drop. His erection was straining at the front of his jeans. He rubbed at it absently and received a sharp smack to his cheek. He blinked.
"Did I say you could touch yourself? That's right. And what happens to naughty kittens? They don't get to play."
Remy whimpered behind the gag. Bobby patted his head comfortingly, then stripped off his pet's jeans. He stepped back to give him and appraising once over. "Turn. On your knees. Forehead to the floor. Hands where I can see them."
Bobby caressed the perfectly toned ass. He opened his pants and released the erection that was beginning to hurt. He removed the plug and nodded to himself. The Cajun had used the largest one in their collection. He was feeling guilty about *something*.
The blond pressed a finger in and frowned. Not enough lube. He left his lover in that position and went through his evening routine. He whistled softly to himself as he laid out additional items for the evening's fun.
Butterflies swarmed in Remy's stomach. He didn't dare sneak a glance to see what Bobby had planned for him. His ass felt cold and exposed. He knew his skin was flushed from embarrassment. What if someone just walked in? Like Betsy. Or Jean. Or – Saints, no! – Wolverine?
The calm, cool Cajun flirt, with his ass presented like a slut and his hands tied over his head. He'd be unable to see or stop anyone until the damage was done. The gag in his mouth felt as if it had grown in size. He could feel the muscles of his jaw stretching to accommodate it.
He felt empty. He wanted Bobby to pay attention to him again. He wanted to rub his aching cock on the rug, but Bobby'd make his life very uncomfortable if he dared disobey like that.
Bobby saw his pet shift in the corner of his eye. He looked to see Remy's knees move farther apart. He smiled at his reflection. He added cool, glistening lube to the thief's ass.
Without warning he slipped inside. Remy arched, sharply drawing in air through his nose. "No charm," Bobby said firmly as he started to move slowly. Remy's body relaxed under his gentle assault and started moving to meet each thrust. Bobby held himself firmly encased and looped a section of rope between the bound wrists with a lark knot.
He pulled up on the rope and slid an arm under the Cajun's hips to lift him up onto his lap. He anchored the wrist rope to the ring at the back of the gag and started moving once more. He could make out a constant moan from Remy's throat. Bobby stroked his lover's cock, trapping him between sensations for a sweet intense moment, then pressed just *so* to stop Remy's climax.
The Cajun sobbed, struggling for more. His head felt empty without the flavor of Bobby in his mind. He needed sensation to make up for that loss. Bobby knew Remy's body, his responses. He could hold him on the edge of release all night or make him come with pretty promises and light kisses.
Bobby rode the struggling body steadily. His balls tightened and he thrust deep, shooting his load into the hot, tight channel. He held firmly to keep Remy on the edge.
The Cajun was begging for release with every shudder of his body. "Don't come," Bobby stated. Remy nodded. He slumped onto his knees when he was released, hips rocking to seek stimulation. Bobby replaced the plug and snapped a cock ring at the base of Remy's erection. A blindfold of silk-lined leather blanked out the world.
Bobby guided his lover to the bed and sat him down. He firmly bound the Cajun's ankles, then above and below his knees with more white rope. He played with the high arches and delicate toes of his lover's feet. He set them onto the bed. He fastened the Cajun's wrists to his ankle, curling his body around his knees. Remy whimpered. Bobby left him there and picked up the book he was reading to his pet thief.
"Chapter 10," he began and proceeded to read. Remy tried desperately to listen because he knew there'd be a quiz later. But he did so love the way Bobby punished wrong answers. Half an hour later, cock hard from watching the helpless form rock, Bobby set aside the book. He settled the Cajun on his side, removed the plug and fucked him again. Sated, he released his lover from his ball and inserted a thick "realistic penis" vibrator. He set it on low and snapped the cock-ring free. He shifted and the vibrator until it rested against the Cajun's prostate.
Starbursts of pleasure gleamed under Remy's eyelids. He wanted to come *so* badly. His teeth imbedded themselves in the muffling rubber. "Come," Bobby whispered. And Remy did.
He lay wasted on the bed. The vibrator continued to hum against that sweetest of spots. Bobby's finger teased him erect. "I'm gonna milk you dry." Remy moaned, hips moving frantically so he was being fucked by the vibrator as Bobby stroked him.
Bobby continued to milk his lover until he could no longer get a rise from him. He gently released the exhausted thief. He shut out the lights, gathered his lover close, Remy's head resting above his heart. He slept listening to his lover's breathing, a smile on his lips.
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