Title: Blackmail, Blue Male, White Male

Author: Esprit

Rating: Explicit sex!

Characters:  Remy, Warren, Bobby

Disclaimer: Characters and background history on them belong to Marvel comics and no money was made in the production of this story.

Setting:  Timing is shortly after Antarctica.

 

            The Danger Room had not been kind to Remy.  In fact, he thought that this particular session was rather hard on him and he had made a b-line for the hot tub right afterward.  He would head back down to the boathouse after he had soaked his poor beaten muscles sufficiently.

            Sighing, he relaxed into the water and rested his head on the lip of the tub.  He heard the feet padding up to him and prepared to ignore whoever it was that was coming up to him, but they were going to make that rather hard for him as they leaned down to him.  He could feel their presence within his space and he looked up to see Warren.  Suppressing a swallow, he said, “Hey, Ange.”

            ‘Ange’ didn’t seem to be very pleased with him, but he wasn’t going to inquire further about it, he decided as he closed his eyes.  Archangel had been pretty mad when Remy came back and had yet to forgive him his sins.  He couldn’t blame the winged man, really.  After all, he had cost him his mutation.  Warren made to sink into the hot tub alongside Remy, but instead stopped with his legs in and his hips resting on the lip of the tub, right next to Remy’s face.  He turned his hips so they were facing Remy.  Remy’s eyes opened to see Warren’s shorts inches away from his face.  An eyebrow shot up elegantly at the placement of Warren’s hips.

            “What’ dis?” he asked, perplexed.

            “I should ask you the same thing about this,” he said holding up a DVD with Remy’s picture on the professional label.  Remy’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little.  Warren’s hips thrust forward a little, making contact between Remy’s mouth and the cock underneath his shorts.  He had watched the disk in its entirety before coming to Remy about it.  The idea had only really formed when he felt jealousy raging through him at Remy not using that wonderful mouth on all of them.  “You care to explain yourself, Gambit?” he asked harshly.

            “It… it was years ago—“ was all he managed.

            “And I bet you can still use that mouth of yours like a pro,” Warren commented maliciously.

            “I don’ do dat any more,” he tried to explain.

            “Oh, I think you’ll get the hang of it if you don’t want the rest of the team seeing this—especially Rogue.”  Remy’s eyes grew wider.  Why would Warren do this to him?

            “Ange… I don’—“

            “You don’t want to?” Warren guessed.  He slid down his swim shorts and let his hard erection waive in front of Remy’s face.  “You seemed to enjoy it so much in the video.  Tell me you like cock—or was that all just for money?”

            Remy was torn.  He liked men a little, but not nearly as much as he liked women.  On the other hand, if he told him it was only for money, that would not only make him seem like more of a whore, but it would give Warren more pleasure in what Remy found was rapidly turning into blackmail.  “I… liked it,” he said quietly.

            “So give me some head, if you like it so much,” Warren said, nearly spitting on Remy.  Remy cringed and leaned forward to lick the head of Warren’s blue dick.  The color was nearly purple at this point, and he was rigid from a power high.  He started out lightly, gently licking, then started to go deeper onto him as Warren expressed his pleasure.  “Awe, what a mouth,” he praised… in kind of an objective sort of way.

            Remy didn’t hear the door open or the feet pad over to Warren and he; the blood was rushing in his ears.  Warren, however, looked up from the view of Remy sucking him down and saw Bobby staring wide-eyed at them both.  Warren smiled at Bobby mischievously.  “You want a taste of what this thief’s mouth can do, Bobby?”  Bobby was already tenting his shorts at the thought and stared at Warren.  “Come on in,” Warren invited and started to thrust into Remy’s mouth, taking control from him a good deal.  He pulled out a little and Remy was able to breathe again as well as take in his surroundings.  He saw Bobby who was already taking down his shorts and his eyes frowned in such disappointment.  He thought Bobby was better than this.

            Warren guided Bobby to Remy’s mouth and Remy opened slightly at first, but then at Warren’s glare, he opened up further and started sucking on Bobby.  Bobby nearly had a heart attack!  He rammed uncontrollably into the face in front of him, looking at it as Remy cringed in pleasure at Bobby’s cock down his throat.  It was going so deep!  He felt the muscles surrounding him, squeezing him, and came down Remy’s throat.

            “That’s a good boy,” Warren said and smirked at Bobby who was so sated next to him that he had to keep himself propped up on the rim of the tub.  Warren looked back to Remy, who was frowning at the tub light as it wavered through the water.  Bobby’s stomach was against Remy’s face and Warren could see the resentment in Remy’s eyes, but Bobby couldn’t.  “Was he good?” Warren asked Bobby and the smile on Bobby’s face was sincere.  Boy, was he ever!  He had been very surprised that Remy was interested in men, and even more surprised to see that interest blatantly displayed for him as he sucked at his friend when he came in.  Nodding to Warren, he leaned away from Remy and flopped relaxed into the hot water.

            Without a word, Warren moved over to take Bobby’s place and resume the activity that Bobby had interrupted.  Warren made small sounds of appreciation now that Bobby was there.  He wasn’t going to be crass in front of him and call Remy names.  He did finish down his throat as Remy nearly gagged on him.  The throat reaction of clenching and gagging actually felt really good around the tip of his cock and that had been what forced him over the edge.       Moaning, he finished into Remy’s mouth and then slid down into the warm water.  Oh, that was nice.

            About to throw up, Remy got out of the tub just after Warren was off him enough that he had a clear path.  He didn’t want to touch that bastard.  Feeling sick, he ran to the nearest restroom and emptied his stomach into the toilet.  He didn’t want to look at the white substance that came up with his bile and flushed the toilet as quickly as he could.  Heading out to the boathouse and then to his room, he was going to take a long shower before slipping into the covers.

 

            Bobby looked at Warren as they sat in the hot tub just after Remy left.  He had watched the man go and inclined his head to the side.  “Are you guys going out?” Bobby asked shyly.

            Warren looked over at Bobby and he glared at him, then his expression relaxed.  “Nah.  He was just craving some cock, so I let him have mine.  He looked like he was enjoying yours too,” he said winking at Bobby.

            Bobby blushed crimson in the hot water.  “You really think so?” he asked, with his mouth near the surface of the water.  He was fighting the urge to hide beneath it, but knew that wouldn’t really do any good anyway.

            “Oh, yeah.”

            Bobby’s smile persisted on his face and Warren was smiling too, although he hid closer to his heart what the smile was about.  They both relaxed in the overly hot water, hoping for the warmth to soak through to their bones.

 

 

 

 

Part 2

 

 

            The day after the next, Bobby was walking down the hallway and saw Remy going to Scott’s office, which Storm had temporarily commandeered.  “Hey, Remy,” he smiled.  Remy stopped in his tracks and looked at Bobby warily.  Bobby approached him and put a hand casually on his arm.  Remy glared at Bobby, but didn’t move.  Warren had probably told Bobby about the video, and if he hadn’t showed it to him since the hot tub, he was in on the blackmail from the start.

            Remy’s glare turned sad.  “What do you want?”

            Blinking at Remy, Bobby said, “Hey, I just wanted to say, ‘hi,’” he smiled.

            Looking perplexed at Bobby, Remy nodded and said, “Hi,” quietly before trying to slink out of Bobby’s grasp.  So, Bobby was playing it cool.  He could deal with that.

            Bobby was perplexed as Remy walked off to Storm’s office and shut himself inside.  He tried to shrug it off.  The guy didn’t exactly come back to a warm and welcoming place, after all.  All Bobby could really do at that point was be nice to him and hope he warmed up to him.  He really would like to feel that nice hot mouth again.  He blushed just thinking about it and continued on to the Rec. Room.

           

            Remy shuddered inside Storm’s temporary office, but he didn’t see her there.  He hoped that she would get back soon so he could talk to her.  She was probably the person who was the kindest to him since he got back… well, she brought him back, so it made sense.  Idly, he wondered whether or not he should tell her about the DVD that Warren had so it wouldn’t surprise her should Warren bust out with it suddenly.

            That was probably the best idea, so she wouldn’t be surprised by it… but it was really embarrassing to talk about!  After Seattle… he had felt the need to touch people and be with people, but he also needed money, so he decided to go down to California and see if he couldn’t do a little stint with both.  He did, and admittedly, he had gotten what he needed, but to have his friends see that—and Rogue! 

            The producers had asked him to stay in California, and he couldn’t blame them, but he wasn’t swayed by them.  He was almost swayed by his favorite leading lady, but in the end, he felt the call of the pinch.  After having his fill of people again, he went to be solitary… and a thief, which was where he met Stormy.

            When Storm finally came into her office, about half an hour later, Remy was sitting on the floor beside the desk looking flushed.  “Remy?” Storm asked her Cajun friend.  He looked up at her and tried to force a smile onto his face, but none was forthcoming.  It came out looking more like a grimace.  “What is it?” she asked.

            “’Ro… dere’s somethin’ I gotta tell ya,” he said with a frown.

            Ororo frowned back, not liking it when Remy said things like that.  It was never good.  Stepping over to him, she sat by his side, ready to hear whatever it was he was going tot ell her.  Comfortingly, she put a hand on Remy’s arm.

            Swallowing before proceeding, Remy said, “Before I met y’, Stormy… I did somethin’ dat… ain’ illegal, it jus’… I wouldn’ wan’ anybody t’ see it, y’know?  Was somethin’ dat was supposed t’ stay private… but I made it public, an’ dat was m’ own fault….”  He let out a breath quietly, not really knowing where to go with this.  “I still wouldn’ wan’ somebody like Warren t’ see dat… but he did already,” Remy cringed and felt hot again.

            “What did Warren see, Remy?”

            “A DVD… wit’… me in it.”  Ororo blinked at Remy, not understanding what he was telling her.

            “Did he catch one of your heists?” she asked.  No, then it would have been illegal.

            Remy shook his head in response to the question she had already answered.  “Was… porn,” he let the word come out like a whisper—forceless.

            Storm blushed at that and was glad that her darker skin hid her reaction.  “I—I see…” she said, unsure of what to say to him.  “You are correct that it should have stayed private if you were shy about it, Remy.”

            “I wasn’ at de time!” he said exasperated.  “But now… it’s mainly Rogue dat I’m worried about… she’d go ballistic.”  Ororo nodded.  “But… it’s also dat… I was wit’… men—too,” he said quietly, facing away from Ororo.

            Ororo’s eyebrows shot up at that part of the confession and she didn’t know what to say to that.  “Remy… you’re….”

            “Bi.  Damnit, I’m bi.  So dere.”  What was so wrong with that anyhow?  Really, it didn’t matter what any of the other X-Men thought… it just mattered what Rogue thought.  If she was uncomfortable with the thought of Remy having been with another man at some point in his life, then… things would get complicated real quick, and he wasn’t sure if they would come out of it together.  Really, he wouldn’t mind if the other men on the team knew, even though he knew it would get him weird or nasty looks from a good number of them and they’d think he was a pervert… but didn’t they think that already?  Remy sighed to himself.

            “I did not mean to sound condescending, Remy.  I was only surprised.  I take it you have not told Rogue about this side of you?”

            “Why would I?”  It wasn’t something she needed to know.  In fact, it was something he was afraid of her knowing because of where she grew up.  It was most likely looked down on even though she was hardly the type of person to hold those kinds of prejudices because she was a mutant and understood about prejudice.  That fact didn’t keep him from fearing her reaction.

            “Does anyone else know?” she asked gently.

            “Jus’ Warren… an’ Bobby.”

            “I see.  Did Bobby also see the tape?”  Remy nodded.  “How did he react?”

            At that question Remy clammed up and turned away from Ororo.  He didn’t want to tell her what happened—how they used him.  He would really need to deal with that himself, but he wasn’t sure how to.  He had several options, but none of them looked good.  He really needed to take the power away from Warren as quickly as possible… which kind of meant going and telling Rogue about that piece of his past.

            Remy shuddered at the prospect of having to tell Rogue he had been in pornography.  Kicking himself, he thought that he would have to get this over with.  He would rather her be told about it than her be shown it.  Getting up, he looked down at Storm.  “Bobby took it well,” he said.  Considering that he had sought Remy along with Warren, his reaction at least hadn’t been revulsion.

            Walking out of Storm’s office, Remy went in search of Rogue.  She was in the Rec. Room, watching TV with Bobby.  Oh, great.  “Rogue… can I talk to y’, cher?” he asked meekly.  He was not looking forward to this.  She looked up at him and seeing the look on his face, she knew that this wasn’t going to be good.  She gave Bobby the remote and he instantly changed the channel, leaving the soap opera Rogue had been immersed in.

            “What is it, Remy?” she asked.  He looked at her and frowned.

            “I need t’ talk to y’ ‘bout somethin’ real personal,” he said quietly.  “Can we go down to de boathouse?”  She nodded tentatively, afraid of what he might tell her.  They walked down to the boathouse, together, but separate.  Remy felt like they had taken leaps and bounds backward in their relationship, even after they had taken a few steps forward after his return to the mansion.  Their talk in Boston and fighting off the wacko, Kali had at least gotten them to the neighborhood where they were before the trial, but there was still that green succubus—who didn’t seem to mind that he was sucking off men—odd, and now this.  He was not going to improve their relationship by telling her that he was bi.

            Once inside the relative privacy of the boathouse, Remy ran a hand through his hair, walking away from Rogue, pacing all across the living room.  “Cher….” He searched for a way to phrase this that wouldn’t be too shocking or sound too ridiculous.

            Rogue was getting more worried by the second.  She hadn’t really seen Remy this nervous before.  He was usually so calm and collected… what was freaking him out?  “What is it, Remy?” she pressed, hoping to encourage Remy to tell her what was bothering him so much.

            “Rogue… y’ know how at de trial y’ learned tings ‘bout me dat weren’t so nice… dat I was ashamed of…?”

            Oh, god, another one!? was Rogue’s first thought.  She waited in silence for Remy to continue, but she nodded, her posture canting to one side to show that she was put off at least unconsciously.

            “Well, what if dere was somethin’ ‘bout me… dat I couldn’ change?” he asked, looking at her with fear filling his ruby eyes.  “Somethin’… y’ might not like…?”

            “There’s already plenty about ya that Ah don’t like, Remy Le Beau.  One more thang ain’t gona make a whole lotta difference,” she pointed out.

            Remy threw up his hands in exasperation and plopped onto the couch he’d been passing by.  His head fell into his hands, which were propped up by his knees.  That was certainly encouraging, he thought sarcastically, but of course, Rogue was hedging her bets.  Taking a deep breath, he decided that if she was going to leave him, he wouldn’t want it to be over something this petty, but that he had better tell her.  Hey, it might even make her trust him for being honest and upfront with her about it… but what chance was there of that?

            Either way, Remy knew this conversation needed to happen.  Maybe she would need to think about it for long enough that it would give him time to resolve this green succubus thing.  “Okay, den.  I might as well tell ya,” he said taking his hands down from his face and looking at her.  If she was going to be mean about the whole thing and his chances of keeping her were slim anyway, he wasn’t going to pull his punches.  “I’m bi.”

            Rogue looked at him a little funny and tried to process what he said.  “You’re… bi?”

            “Oui.  Dere’s more, if y’ ain’ disgusted enough already.”  Rogue braced herself more, leaning back farther in her posture.  “I was in pornography wid both genders ‘couple years back.  Hope y’ ain’t surprised when Ange breaks out de DVD in de Rec. Room.”  Rogue had taken a couple of paces back as he told her and by the end of it, she was headed for the door.

            Well… that went well.  At least she just ran instead of trying to blow up at him before running.  He leaned back onto the couch and tried to clear his head.  Of course, his thoughts did nothing but revolve around Rogue.  She was a wonderful, horrible woman.  God, why did he fall for the worst people?

 

 

Bobby was trying to concentrate on the numbers in front of him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Remy’s mouth.  He admitted that it had been a while for him, but he was really good!  He could swear he felt his tongue brushing the underside of him and Bobby’s toes curled at the memory.  Sighing, he got up from his work and went to talk to Warren about it.  After all, he had shared the experience with him, so he was really the only person he could safely talk to about his attraction.

Knocking on Warren’s door, Bobby was asked to come inside.  Bobby did and looked at Warren who was reading a book with his wings spread out comfortably behind him.  “What’s up, Bobby?” he asked, looking up from the book.

“Uh… could I talk to you… about the other day in the hot tub?” Bobby asked shyly.  His blush started at his cheeks, and his smile made him look really cute and boyish as he stood there.

“Sure.  What is it?”  Warren closed the book, after placing a bookmark in it and set it onto his pillow.  He had a feeling where this was going to go, but he wasn’t going to push anything… much.

“How did that… come up… between you?”  Warren smiled at the pun he saw, but didn’t mention it.

“He was just looking at me.  He wouldn’t stop, so I asked him if something was the matter and he asked if he could suck me off.”  Warren shrugged and was pleased with his little fabrication.  “Of course, he looked so needy that I couldn’t deny him.”

Bobby nodded.  “Do you think he… would want to again?”

Warren’s smile broadened, his teeth flashing.  “I’m sure he would.  If you ask him, I know he’ll be happy to do that for you.  Just tell him I suggested it.”  Bobby tilted his head in question.  “He told me later that he felt like he needed cock on a regular basis, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to help him out every time.  Both of us should be able to satisfy him though.”  Bobby smiled brightly and barely remembered to say thanks to Warren before he left the room. 

 

 

            Remy felt that he had sufficiently taken Warren’s power away and he was bracing himself for when he would put the DVD in ‘by mistake’ during a movie night, or something ridiculous like that.  He was watching Warren over dinner to see if he had any plans hiding up his sleeve, but the man actually seemed… civil, which was really odd.

            It was after dinner that Bobby approached him.  “Hey, Remy…?”  Remy turned to him and blinked.  Why was Bobby… blushing?  That was not the behavior of someone in power.

            “Yyeeah….?” Remy asked drawing the word out.

            “Um… Warren suggested that maybe there was something you needed….”  Bobby was nearly stuttering now and Remy was really perplexed.  They stepped off to a deserted corridor so no one would overhear their conversation.  “He suggested that I help you with it… because he was kind of busy….”

            Remy’s brows drew together.  “Help?”

            Bobby’s blush brightened.  “W—y’ know.  Like the other day… in the hot tub….”

            The urge to growl at Bobby was tugging at Remy, but his blush was the thing that stopped him.  “Tell bird man he doesn’ have t’ ‘help’ me any more,” he said suppressing a sneer.

            “Would… would you let me… help you?”  Bobby’s voice was breathy and Remy could almost believe there was real attraction there, but he told himself that he was just acting.  He was in it from a different angle.

            “I’m fine,” Remy insisted and was surprised at the genuinely hurt expression that fell over Bobby’s face.

            “Oh….” he said, his head turning away and bowing.  He had obviously been hoping for Remy to say he needed the help, but he seemed… crestfallen, like he had been rejected by a date.

            Boy, his acting was pretty good.  Remy cringed and told himself again that Bobby wasn’t feeling anything of the sort… although… if he had been in on this thing from the start… wouldn’t he have gotten angry and forced Remy into it?

            “Bobby, wait—“ Remy said as Bobby started down the hall.  “C’mere,” he said and Bobby stepped back over to him.  “What did Warren say t’ you?” he asked quietly.

            “Well… he said that you… uh, had cravings… and he said that you’d like to do that again, so I thought….”  Remy held his hand up to stall Bobby. 

            “He show you de DVD?” Remy asked a little darkly.

            “DVD?  What DVD?  He didn’t show me anything,” Bobby said looking confused.

            Remy’s mouth dropped open slightly.  “So… you’ve been under de impression dat I liked doin’ dat?”  His voice was oddly dissimilar to his facial expression, his voice tinged with anger and his face a mask of confusion.

            Sucking a breath in sharply, Bobby looked at Remy with hurt in his eyes.  “You mean you didn’t?”  He felt like his trust had been violated and he felt the heat of anger and shame wash over him.

            “I… not dat time, I didn’t.” 

Looking perplexed at Remy, Bobby’s mouth worked, trying to come up with how to put this.  “Then why did you let him?  Why did you let me?”  He couldn’t believe what Remy was telling him.

“Go ask Warren.  He knows,” he said softly and walked off to the boathouse.  Storm had asked him to start coming to the mansion for meals, but Remy was about to stop that practice right away.

“Remy!” Bobby said to Remy’s retreating back and Remy paused.  “I’m sorry, Remy….  I’m really sorry.”

“Y’ didn’ know,” was all he said.  It sounded like it might have been forgiveness, but Bobby wasn’t sure.  Maybe he was just acknowledging the situation.  He wished that Remy would explicitly say that he forgave him, or that it was okay, or that it would be okay, or something….  He feared that he wouldn’t be able to look at Remy again for having used him like that.

Storming off to Warren’s room, Bobby was going to confront him about this and there was no avoiding it.  He was uneasy about what he would find when he talked to Warren.  He trusted him so much… maybe there was just a really bad miscommunication between them and it got taken… really far.  Bobby sighed and tried not to second guess what might be happening.  He knocked firmly on Warren’s door.

“Come in,” he called and Bobby opened the door and stepped in.  “Bobby,” Warren smiled.  “How did it go?”

“Did… did you know Remy didn’t like that?” he asked with a deep frown.

“What?” Warren asked.  Crap!  His plan was falling apart.  Think fast!  “I’m sure he liked it, Bobby.  Why would he suck both of us off completely if he didn’t like it?”

“That’s why I’m here.  He said you knew.”  Warren looked like he was deep in though.  What had that rotten Cajun told Bobby?  “He said something about a DVD….”  So the Cajun had told Bobby what was going on.  Fine.

“Do you want to see it?” Warren asked, his smile a little secretive.  He bet Bobby would like the video.

“W—what?  What is it?”

“It’s… Remy,” he said, one side of his mouth curling up.  “You’ll like it, trust me.”  And it was nothing that Bobby hadn’t seen before… well, okay, there was a lot in there Bobby probably hadn’t seen before, but at least the first part of it he had seen.

Bobby started to get hot and he looked at Warren as he got out a DVD and inserted it into his player.  “Wait—“  What was on that DVD?  If it held the key to why Remy didn’t like what happened in the hot tub, then… wouldn’t it be a little… invasive to watch it?  “I don’t think I want to see that,” he said.  “Just… tell me why Remy was uncomfortable and why he did this anyway?”

Warren shrugged.  “It’s just porn,” he said.

“Porn…?”  Bobby paused then it dawned on him.  “Remy was in porn??!!”

“Well, yeah.  Don’t tell me you’re surprised,” Warren said, closing up the player.

Bobby didn’t know what to say.  “Did he not like it?  Y’ know… making movies?”  He didn’t understand any of this.  People didn’t usually get involved in the movie industry if they didn’t want to be.

“You should be the judge of that,” Warren said and pressed play on the remote, sending the DVD into its first scene.

“But why—“  Bobby was cut off by what he saw on the screen.  Remy had long hair that was glistening in the sunlight.  He was dressed casually, but still looked good enough to eat, and his sunglasses added a hint of attitude as he walked along the park.  He was stopped by some other men, who were similarly casually dressed, but not wearing sunglasses.  They were all good looking, but most of them had short hair.  In fact, that’s what they started teasing him about, but Remy seemed to take it fine.

Bobby was surprised at how quickly the scene jumped from a bunch of guys standing around and blabbing, to one guy with his jeans open, with Remy kneeling in front of him, letting his tongue trace around the cock for the camera, to the group entirely naked and feeding Remy multiple hard shafts.

Remy shouted surprised at one point, wincing but he kept paying attention to the hardness in front of him and the two others he was stroking with his hands.  The camera panned back and changed angles to show Remy being taken by the leader of the little group.  Bobby stiffened noticeably in both his posture and his jeans.  That guy was fucking Remy!

As much as Bobby wanted to, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the scene.  Remy looked so good as he started to rock his hips back and forth pleasuring the man inside him.  He never took his sun glasses off, and Bobby could guess why. 

“Warren… why…?  What’s going on?”

Sighing, Warren decided that he had better come clean.  “I just questioned him about the DVD and said what a shame it was he wasn’t using that gorgeous mouth any more.”  Warren said it like it wasn’t a big deal.

“And he… sucked you off…?”

“Yeah.”

Turning back to the screen, as if it held the answers to this problem, he saw Remy swallowing loads of cum that were aimed at his mouth and the cream spilling over his swollen lips.  “Turn that off,” Bobby seethed and turned away from it.  He couldn’t deny his hard-on, but he could turn away from that.  Maybe Warren bringing up the video made him uncomfortable….  He needed to ask Remy about this.  It was really bothering him.

Not bothering to say goodbye, Bobby left Warren’s room and went down to the boathouse hoping to find Remy there.  Knocking on his door, Bobby waited for Remy to answer.  It took a full minute and Bobby knocked several more times in that period to make sure Remy heard him.

Remy answered the door, but he had a displeased expression on when he stepped into view.  Bobby was nervous then.  “I—uh… I still don’t understand… I was hoping you could explain it to me?”  Looking up at him nervously, Bobby held his breath, hoping that Remy would let him in.

Huffing, Remy left the door open as he walked away from it and Bobby took that as a ‘come in.’  Following him to the living room, Bobby took a seat at the couch that Remy had plopped into.  Remy looked at Bobby and saw the concern there.  “All right,” he rolled his eyes.  He couldn’t believe how naive Bobby was and that he was going to have to explain the concept of blackmail to him.  “De DVD I told y’ about was one o’ de pornographic productions o’ m’ career,” Remy said, trying to be gentle about this whole thing, but he was really losing patience.

“I got that part,” Bobby said.

Remy blinked at him and asked, “Den what don’ y’ get?”

“Why you didn’t like it... in the hot tub….”

“People don’ usually like blackmail, Bobby.  Oderwise dey’d do whatever it was widout bein’ forced to!”  Remy was frustrated with Bobby’s lack of grasp on the situation.

“Blackmail??!!”

Putting a hand over his face, Remy cringed.  He just now got it?  “What did ya tink was goin’ on?” he asked.  This, he had to hear.

“I thought there was some sort of miscommunication between you and Warren, not that he—“  Bobby stopped.  “Then that means that I—“

“No, y’ didn’t, Bobby.  Y’ had no clue what was goin’ on.  Just let it go.”  Bobby bowed his head.

“I’m really sorry, Remy.”

“Will y’ quit dat?” Remy asked.  Bobby nodded, but didn’t change his pouting face at all.

“How was he blackmailing you?” he asked in a whisper.

“He was gon’ show de whole team de DVD.” 

Ouch.  “Why… why did you let me… if it was just Warren who was blackmailing you?”

“I… I tought y’ were in on it,” Remy said, quietly.  He was a little embarrassed by that.  It showed how much he didn’t trust Bobby—or anyone for that matter.

“Really?” Bobby asked, kind of offended.  No, strike that—really offended.

“I’m sorry, Bobby.  It’s jus’ dat… I don’ feel like I really belong here any more, y’ know?”

Bobby was quiet for a little bit.  “I can understand that, Remy, but… that’s mean.”

“I said, I’m sorry,” Remy reiterated. 

Bobby sighed and leaned back into the couch cushions.  He wished he didn’t have to think about this, but the entire situation wouldn’t leave him alone.  This meant that he had to feel sorry for Remy and that he had to be mad at Warren for being an ass hole and that he had to feel guilty about his own involvement.  He didn’t want to have to deal with that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part 3

 

Looking over at Bobby, Remy started wondering about him, now that he knew he wasn’t involved in this whole mess the way he thought.  He was more of an innocent bystander that just got caught in the crossfire, or something.  Gritting his teeth, he kept himself from sounding like an idiot and asking why Bobby approached him after dinner that night.  It was obvious he just wanted something warm to get off into.  Bobby was pretty straight, from what he could tell.

Remy got up from the couch and headed for his room.  “I’m goin’ ta bed.  See ya, Bobby.”

Bobby felt like he’d just been subject to gravity after floating along.  Why was Remy suddenly going to bed?  Bobby had obviously been dismissed.  Did that mean that Remy was unwilling to talk any more?  “Remy, wait,” he said, rising from the couch.  “What are you going to do about Warren?”

“Nothin’.  If he shows everybody what I did—he shows ‘em.  Nothin’ dat could be worse dan now.”  He had lost Rogue and Storm knew already, so there wasn’t really much more damage he could do.

“Famous last words,” Bobby grumbled under his breath.  The video played back in his mind and Bobby couldn’t stop his next words from coming out.  “Did you like doing that?” he asked and the words were tinged with curiously.

Before Bobby knew it, Remy was looming over him, looking very angry, his eyes glowing.  “What business is dat of yours?” he growled.

Woah!  He pushed the wrong button!  “I’m sorry!” Bobby said backing away from Remy with his hands up mildly placating.  “I was just… curious.”

“Y’ shove y’ curiosity, y’ might find out wheder I liked it!” he growled and whipped around to go to his room.  He didn’t pay Bobby another glance.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Bobby regretted his last words and moved to the door to let himself out.  With a final glance at Remy’s closed bedroom door, he left the boathouse and headed back up to the mansion feeling like an ass.

 

 

Ass-hood was something Bobby hadn’t been able to rid himself of by morning.  He still felt the wash of shame and the awkward thickness of the air… until he got into the kitchen and noticed that Remy wasn’t there.  He had been bracing himself all morning, hoping not to run into him.  While that now wasn’t a problem, he had a feeling there was a bigger problem—Remy not being at the table.

Ororo went to see if Remy was okay after he didn’t show up at breakfast.  Bobby sighed, and tried not to think about poor Remy and the major jerk he was feeling like given the situation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Under what circumstances would you do like… y’ know—what you did?”

            “Y’ know, Bobby, y’ really startin’ t’ get on m’ nerves ‘bout dis.”

            “Just… how?”

            Growling, Remy said quietly, but emphatically, “Y’ not getting’ in m’ pants, Bobby, now go away!”

            “What?  Who said I wanted in your pants?” he asked defensively.  Remy glared at Bobby as if to say, ‘you can’t hide yer intentions from me, boy.’  “Okay, okay.  Let’s just say I did.  What would be so wrong with it?”  Remy obviously didn’t have a problem with it if he were making pornography with practical strangers.

            Remy snorted loudly, “Bobby, y’ not even trade!  What incentive would dere be for me?”

            “Trade?” Bobby asked perplexed.  “What’s ‘trade?’”

            “See—y’ don’ even understand what it means.”

            “Well, I would if you’d tell me,” he defended, crossing his arms.

            “It means y’d be willin’ t’ do f’ me whatever it is dat I would do f’ you.  Get it?”

            “Um….”  Bobby understood what he meant, but… he didn’t think he was trade then.  What was he going to do?

            “Now, fuck off!”

            “But you won’t even—“

            “Bobby!!”

            “All right, all right,” and Bobby sulked off, determined to find a way to… make Remy more amenable to his request… but how?  Flowers?  No, too obvious.  Alcohol!  Ooh, now he was making progress.