Remy's Conquests Part I - Chapter 03

Summary:

When Remy returned to the surveillance room, he had a case of beer, some popcorn and some crisps.
“Dey’re after my blood now.” He explained to Bobby, “Remy be livin’ in here fo’ a while.” He disappeared again, and then came back with the winter blankets.
“What have you done?” Bobby asked.
“Oh jus’ got into a petit fight wit’ Logan… He reckons Remy be fuckin’ y’, crazy, non?”
“Yeah, insane.”
Remy got comfortable in front of the downstairs monitors.
“Mebbe Remy bring some chairs next time.” He thought out loud, shifting his weight on his knees.
“Okay, pass the popcorn!” Bobby sounded excited, and Remy soon saw why.
On screen B31 Scott could clearly be seen lying in bed, fast asleep.
On screen B35 Jean and Logan were having rampant sex.
“Merde!” Remy cried, half laughing.
“Get the sound back on!” Bobby squealed.
After a few button presses, gasps and moans could be heard.
The young men in the surveillance both cracked up, howling with laughter.
Jean was writhing on the bed, moaning and telling Logan what to do, some of what she was saying was downright disgusting.
She was crying out with pleasure as Logan dragged his claws across her breasts.
“Ow, that’s gotta hurt!” Bobby exclaimed,
“Nah, looks pretty arousin’ t’ me.”
Both of them had managed to get their faces as close to the screen as possible, and it was making Bobby just a little uncomfortable. As if having read his mind, Remy turned around and crossed the room to get the beers.
“Lifted dese from Wolvie’s private stash, don’ suppose he be missin’ dem now t’ough.”
Remy opened both cans then passed one to Bobby.
“Thanks.”
“Welcome.”
Jean and Logan shifted position a bit.
“Do you realise how perverted we must-”
“Shh!” Remy pointed to B31 – Scott was stirring.
“Ohh, Shit!”
Remy shut the sound off from B35, and on from B31.
They could still hear the action.
In fact, they could clearly hear Jean calling out Logan’s name.
Scott was out of bed and fully dressed in a moment. He raced from his room and appeared on hall cam H33. Remy quickly reactivated the sound for B35.
“Oh man, this is going to be good!” Bobby said, laughing.
“Showdown!” Remy lit up a cigarette, when Bobby looked disapproving Remy simply shrugged and said that he wasn’t leaving at that pivotal point in the entertainment.
Bobby chugged the last of his beer and reached back to grab another.
“Oh, here we go!”
Scott blasted the door with an optic beam.
The couple on the bed stopped what they were doing instantly, Logan was able to yank on a pair of boxers before Cyke started his attack.
Jean took her place between the two men, making a pathetic attempt to cover herself with a tiny sheet.
{“Please, Scott, I’m sorry…”}
Wolverine took a shot in his shoulder, he howled in pain and lunged across the room, claws unsheathed, ready to fight for his woman.
Remy crushed his empty beer can and popped open another.
“Rem, do you think maybe we should, y’know, tell ‘Ro? Someone might get hurt.” Bobby was starting to look anxious, so the Cajun passed him another beer.
Iceman looked at it dubiously, then took it, downing half all at once and then continuing to watch the display.
“Non cher, the boys’ll tire demsleves out. No one’s gonna get hurt.”
Bobby briefly considered voicing his aggravation at Remy calling him ‘cher’ all the time. But then decided maybe it didn’t bother him that much.
O man, that had to be the beer thinking.
On screen, the two men were rolling on the floor, hands at each other’s throats. Jean was bawling her eyes out. Eventually Logan overpowered Scott, he raised his claws and readied himself to slash.
Then he just stopped.
{“Make the choice Red”}
{“I’m sorry Logan, I choose Scott”}
Logan threw Scott to the ground and stormed out of the room.
Remy and Bobby were awfully disappointed
“Aw, man! I wanted to see Slim beat Logan’s ass.” Bobby opened his fifth beer, slouched on the floor feeling somewhat cheated.
“What! Wolvie would have kicked de shit out o’ Cyke!” Remy stubbed his cigarette out on the floor, and cracked open yet another beer. “We sure getting’ t’rough a lot o’ dis tonight.”
Bobby wanted to argue about how Scott was a better strategist than Logan, but his head was starting to spin, he was a lightweight at the best of times, but this room was so small and full of the smoke from Remy’s cigarettes that he almost had to cling to the floor. He absent-mindedly put one hand on Remy’s shoulder to steady himself. Then rested his head there.
“Mmm,” he sighed contentedly, “this is comfy.” It took a few moments to register the words that had slurred their way out of his mouth, but when they did he was horrified.
He sat bolt upright and deliberately avoided Remy’s eyes.
“Dere’s one b-beer left.” Remy was saying, concentrating as hard as he could on making the words come out non-slurry. “Y’ wan’?”
“We c- *hic* could share it, I guess.” Bobby replied, already having forgotten how comfortable Remy’s shoulder had been. Bobby took the can first and took a few gulps.
Remy tilted his head back and opened his mouth, as if instructed, Bobby poured a little in. Remy swallowed and sat up again.
Bobby knew he was in trouble now, he was totally turned on and locked in a room with the mansion’s resident slut.
And they were flirting.
“Well, what y’ wanna do now, cher?”
Bobby smiled resignedly, what the hell, he thought.
“I’ve got an idea.” He said.