Title: Red-Eyed Love
Author: Faline (juliannahawk@Hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17 *graphic sex*
Summery: Scott and Remy get drunk and have a good time, while being watched unkowingly.
dedication: To Reesy, Fang, Vhannia, all for reading this and telling me how good it is. You guys are the best babes ever.
Pairing: Scott/Remy for now, will end up being Scott/Remy/Logan.
Feedback: Please! Not sure of how well I do m/m sex.

Disclaimer: “X-men” belong to Marvel.

Julianna crept to her window. In the moonlight she could see two figures approaching the boathouse. She briefly toyed with the idea of waking up her grandfather, but picked up on their scents as they got closer. They were both drunk out of their minds. She could handle them without her powers or her magic. She watched them and smirked, they were very handsome. One had brown slightly wavy hair. It fell down sexily mussed, giving him a just fucked look. Across his eyes was a metal visor, it dimly glowed red in the night's darkness. The other had longer auburn hair. It spilled down like sweet red wine, cascading in gentle waves. His eyes glowed like rubies set in black flames. He had on black jeans, tight black jeans; Julianna mused as she noticed the rather prominent bulge in the front of them. She felt the wind shift at her gentle magical commands and heard more clearly they're drunken mutterings. She barely kept herself from laughing as she realized what they were arguing about, but more importantly, WHO they were. Scott "Cyclops" Summers, and Remy "Gambit" LeBeau.

"It's, on the g-good ship V-Venus by ch-christ." Scott sang, alcohol slurring his words.

"And 'e could tell by 'er squeals."

"Don't skip, ahead." Scott muttered, and swatted at Remy. He missed and spun around in crazy circles till he regained his balance. "Bloody Cajun," Scott muttered. His shirt caught on a branch. "Fucking shirt." He undid the buttons and threw the shirt on the ground. Remy wolf whistled loudly. Scott grinned and fumbled with the clasp on his belt, before getting it off. He threw it near his shirt. Remy, not to be out-done slid off his tan trench coat and laid it on the ground. He deftly undid the buttons of his blood-red silk over-shirt. With one fluid motion he removed his black T-shirt and threw both onto his jacket.

Julianna tightened her grip on the windowsill, trying to keep her mouth from hanging open at the sight of two half-naked men drunkenly stripping practically in front of her. "When Granada said this place was crazy sometimes, I never thought he meant this. I sure as hell would have been here sooner." Next to her, Sunfeather ruffled his feathers and set to preening them. A red-tailed hawk, he stood at just under two feet tall. His snowy white breast led down to a stomach with brown spots on it. His wings were brown as well; his tail feathers were a reddish color like dried blood on the underside of them. Julianna reached over and stroked his head. A stray beam of moonlight illuminated her cinnamon skin and scarlet red-nails, close to three inches long. Stretching behind her, her tail rested lightly on the floor save for the tiniest flicker of motion in the furred tip. Twisting her wolf-like ears foreword to hear better her two sets of gold hoops flashed briefly. Her shortly cropped dark hair fell just to her chin, and her green pupil-less eyes shone in enjoyment.

Scott watched as Remy started undoing the buttons on his tight black leather pants. "Enjoyin' da show mon ami?" Scott just nodded, his eyes riveted to the Cajun's toned abdomen and chiseled pectorals. "Da real t'ing still ta come." Remy promised, as he started sliding the pants off, revealing black silk boxers.

"Oh please let there be more," Julianna fervently whispered.

Sunfeather chirped to her. {Oh, hush your mouth bird, I can if I damn well please, Ôsides, they should know better that to get drunk on the school grounds. I'm just watching them to make sure they don't hurt themselves.}

{Just go back to sleep.} Julianna shooed him off the window, back to his perch by her bed across the room. He sulkily glided over and turned his back to her, tucking his head under his wing.

Scott's eyes wandered lower to stare at the prominent bulge in the front of Remy's boxers, than started to turn red as he realized Remy was staring at him. Remy stalked foreword, grabbing Scott's jeans through the belt-loops. Pulling Scott up against him he deftly undid the button and slid the zipper down. He smirked as he realized the commander of the X-men went commando. Scott groaned as Remy's hand encircled his aching shaft. He began bucking his hips into the slightly taller man's hand, urging him on. Remy began to slide his hand slowly, making Scott squirm. Scott brushed his hands over Remy's ass. "Mmm Cajun."

"Mon dieu, Un-Oeil," Remy lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue over Scott's full lower lip. Scott's lips parted and he slid his tongue out to duel with Remy's. They kissed harshly, Remy increasing the tempo until Scott was moaning and sweat had beaded up along his brow. He gave a short cry and collapsed onto Remy. They staggered back until they were leaning on a tree.

Scott slid Remy's boxers down, and Remy's thick cock came into view. Scott knelt down and licked at the weeping head, sucking on the precum. Remy wound his hand into Scott's hair and held on tight. Scott began to lick the head, and than took it into his mouth. He slowly took more and more in, until most of it was in his mouth. He began bobbing his mouth on it, as Remy arched his hips into his mouth, faster and faster. Finally he cried out as he came in Scott's hot mouth. Scott eagerly lapping at the white liquid around his mouth, trying to immerse himself in the wonderful flavor of it that was uniquely Remy LeBeau. Remy pulled him up and kissed him harshly, teeth nipping at the full bottom lip. Scott groaned loudly.

Julianna realized she had broken the windowsill and pulled her hand back. She felt the blood dripping down her hand and healed it up with a thought. Silently thanking Danu, the goddess of all life, for her enhanced senses that let her see all this, as though she were sitting right next to them. She smirked, damn, but she had enough with this one night to blackmail those two forever. Turning to look at the sky she noticed it was beginning to lighten, enough to tell her dawn wasn't too far off. Turning back to the guys, her jaw dropped open with a bang.

Scott was currently leaning against the tree, and Remy was on his knees now. Pulling Scott's jeans down and lapping at Scott's cock. If Remy had been thick, Scott was long. "Merde!" Julianna whispered in surprise. Remy began giving a series of kitten-like licks to the sensitive underside of Scott's cock, making him groan and arch his hips upwards.

"Patience mon amour." Remy chided.

"I swear Remy, if you don't," Scott started, than threw back his head and gave a long, low moan as Remy took him deep into his mouth. "Oh god!" He began pumping his hips in a fast rhythm, fucking Remy's face hard. Remy reached around and let his hand caress Scott's ass, making him flinch. Remy pulled his hand back, realizing his lover wasn't as experienced as he seemed. He continued to suck hard, and felt Scott's balls tighten beneath his hands. Drawing air in deep he felt Scott explode into his mouth. It was bitterly sweet, and Remy enjoyed licking Scott clean.

Julianna watched as Scott and Remy picked up their discarded clothing and put it on, stopping to take kisses and love bites, both soft and hard from each other. She gulped as she realized that in order to get back to the school they had to pass the small boathouse she was staying in. Her motorcycle was outside, and if they hadn't already spotted it they would any second. She quickly chanted a glamour spell and hid the motorcycle from view. Heading to another window she saw them walk right past it, without even noticing it. They made their way up to the school, clothing hastily done up.