Fan Fiction ❯ Fair's Fair ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Kurt looked up at Logan. His beloved stood in the doorway of the small hotel room. Venice, he decided, was truly the perfect place for a school trip.

Logan leaned down and kissed him softly. Kurt shook as fire rushed down his spine. When the kiss broke, Logan picked him up, kicked the door shut, and flopped onto the bed.

Somehow, in the ensuing tangle of limbs, Kurt wound up on his back beneath Logan. Wolverine grunted as he sat up an unzipped his pants.

Then someone knocked at the door.

“Go away,” Logan growled.

Whoever it was opened the door anyway.

“What do you want?” Logan demanded, not turning around.

“I am bored,” Gambit replied. “I'm here to make a bet.”

“Go away.”

“I'll bet Fuzzy's honor that the person you're gettin' ready to fuck,” Gamit plowed on, “is not really him.”

“Prove it.”

Mystique appeared beneath him and smirked.

“You again?” Logan groaned. “I thought you were dead.”

She shrugged.

“What's the bet?” Logan sighed.

“Find him before sunset,” Remy ordered.

“Or what?”

“Or I take it upon myself to fuck him for you,” Gambit replied. “If you win, you get him back.”

Logan pushed himself off the bed.

Sunset was fast approaching. The only place he hadn't checked was under one of the bridges near the hotel. He ducked down and peered around in the gloom.

“Kurt?” he called.

“Mph!”

He rushed to his lover's side.

“Kurt,” he said. “Are you all right?”

Kurt shook his head and a tear slid down his face.

“Just give me a second for these ropes,” Logan said.

He quickly slashed the ropes and gag and gathered Nightcrawler up in his arms.

“Found you.”

Logan shoved the door to their room open and set Kurt gently on the bed. He turned tot he figure in the corner.

“Fuck off. I won,” Logan ordered.

“Fine. You found him,” Gambit said. “Fair's fair.”

He turned and left.

Logan was furious. How dare that bastard touch his Kurt?

“Stay here,” he growled, and followed Gambit out.

The Cajun's spicy scent went down the stairs, out the hotel's front doors, and donw to a small alley. Logan reached into the shadows and grabbed Gambit's arm.

“Fair's fair,” Remy snapped, trying to pull away. “Let me go, Logan.”

“You never shook my hand on it, did you?” Logan snarled. He pushed Remy down to the ground, unzipping his pants.

Logan used his belt to bind the Cajun's wrists behind his head and yanked his pants down to keep him from kicking.

His cock was limp. He was disgusted with what he was about to do, but he touched himself and thought of Kurt's soft, furry body.

“Let go,” Remy squeaked. “Fair's fair, Logan.”

Logan hit him. “Shut up.”

Remy's head was spinning from the blow Logan had dealt to his head. He felt sick as Logan growled and shoved his now hard cock into Gambit's tight ass.

It only lasted a few seconds, for which Logan was grateful, but those few seconds were enough to reduce Remy to a sobbing wreck.

Logan looked down at himself, then at Gambit, and decided he must have left his mercy in Hell. He sat on Remy's chest and shoved his cock into the Cajun's mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. “If you bite, I'll kill you.”

Gambit obeyed, tears streaming down his face. When Logan finally came in his mouth, he swallowed it and spat Wolverine out. Logan leaned down in a bout of sadism and kissed the Cajun softly.

He finally got up, fixed his clothes, and left Remy bleeding in the alley.