It was looking to be a rare, quiet evening. Smooth New Orleans Jazz was playing softly in the background as three men relaxed on the sofa… Logan sat at one end, reading the paper. Remy sat at the other, reading a magazine. And Spencer was sprawled across the sofa, his head in Logan's lap, and his feet in Remy's. Remy was absently stroking Spencer's feet and ankles as he read his magazine, and Spencer was trying to read a book… but he was having trouble. He was so warm and comfortable, he was staring to doze off…

Suddenly, Remy lowered his magazine with a "Hehn…" and turned and eyed Logan and up and down with a critical eye. Logan and Spencer turned and looked at him.

"… Whaddya want, Rems?" Logan asked, quirking a brow.

"Jus'… readin' dis… some good points an' advice, really, an'… makes dis Cajun t'ink y' need a bit o' work, mon amour…"

"… Work? Define work." Logan snorted.

"Jus' some hygiene. Groomin'… could really use some manscapin' dere, Wolvie."

Spencer felt Logan's body tense.

"Hell no." The feral mutant growled, now shooting Remy a glare.

"Aw, c'mon now!" Remy pushed, as Logan slid out from under Spencer and got up.

"No!"

"Not like it would hurt y' none! C'mon, Logan! Fo' y' po' Remy?"

"Poor Remy can go fuck his own fist." Logan snapped, and Remy stared at him, aghast.

"What de hell?!"

"Um… what are you guys talking about?"

Remy and Logan both turned and looked at Spencer, who had a baffled expression on his face.

"What now, Nightlight?" Remy asked.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Dat Logan needs some manscapin', oui?"

"No." Logan snapped.

"… Manscaping?" Spencer repeated. "What's that?" Logan and Remy both stared at him for a moment, and then Remy chuckled and stroked Spencer's hair.

"Awww… Y' be so cute an' innocent, mon soleil…" He cooed, then stood and sashayed over to Logan, unbuckling his belt as he went. Logan froze, eyes fixed on his lover's movements as he was hit with Remy's Charm, full force. Then Remy dropped his pants and stepped out of them. And God, he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Then the Cajun was right in front of him, with that sinful look on his face as he slowly dropped to his knees, hands caressing Logan's hips. Then they were unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans… the zipper slid down its track and then his jeans were being pushed down off of his hips and down his thighs to his knees and then—

Wait, Remy had stopped. He was standing, turning to stand beside Logan and then, "Dis," Remy announced, gesturing to his naked groin and genitals, "be manscapin'… An' dat?" He gestured to Logan. "Ain't." Logan glared.

"Ya sunnovabitch…" He growled, livid that Remy had used his Charm on him like that… just for… THIS.

Spencer just stood there, gawking at his lovers', well… at their bared penises.

"Uhhh…"

"Be de groomin' of de hair, cher." Remy announced. "Ain't got much, me. Leas' not compared t' Wolvie, here. But keep mine neat an' trimmed, oui?" And drawing a gulp from Spencer, he ran his fingertips down the treasure trail of fine, copper colored hairs that started beneath his navel and ran down to his crotch. "Logan? He don't." And he turned and actually grabbed a handful of hair on the man's stomach and tugged, making Logan yelp, startled, and then smack his hand away.

"Back off, bub." He snapped, grabbing his pants and tugging them back up again.

"Remy jus' trim t'ings up a bit when he need to." Remy grinned, seeming to have no qualms about standing there in a long sleeved shirt and wooly socks and… nothing else. "Logan? He prolly be like shearin' a sheep, non?"

"Fuck off, swamp rat." Logan spat, and stormed out of the room.

"Was all that really necessary?" Spencer drawled, giving Remy a look.

"Mais oui!" Remy exclaimed with a laugh. "Ah, well… Got somet'in' I need t' take care of, me. See y' fo' dinner!" And Remy tugged up his pants and waltzed out of the room. Spencer sighed and shook his head, deciding to get a bit more reading done before dinner.

And an hour later, he was heading downstairs. He met Logan on the way, who smelled like he had just finished smoking. Spencer smiled to himself when Logan's nostrils flared; it was the feral's instinct to scent his mate whenever they met after time apart… even a simple hour. He had to ensure that his mate was well. Spencer reached out a hand and brushed it over the man's broad chest, before resting it on his shoulder as he leaned in and gently kissed a scruffy cheek. The Wolverine let out a soft rumble that he would deny, to his dying breath, was a purr.

"Where's Gumbo?"

"I don't know." Spencer shrugged, falling in beside Logan as they headed to the dining room. "He left a few minutes after you did." Logan snorted slightly, raising his eyes as they heard laughter from the dining room. When they stepped in, they found most of the X-Men were already there. Bishop was looking a bit embarrassed, which was out of character for the man, and Rogue, two seats down, was feigning annoyance. "So she came at us," Bishop sighed, waving a hand at Rogue, "And all we could do was laugh. I asked Gambit if laughing was wise… and he told me to keep laughing, or she would kill us." Spencer quirked a brow. "Though why she would have killed me, I have no idea. LeBeau was the one who threw the pie."

"Fuh stahters…" Rogue spoke up, rolling her eyes. "Remy an' Ah were havin' a nice romantic picnic lunch. YOU were the one that crashed it, Sugah. Remy wouldn't have thrown mah pie if you hadn't picked a fight. An' there's also the part where he was AIMIN' fuh YOU!"

"Like any man would have, I dodged." Bishop snorted in his defense.

"Hah!" Rogue barked. "You started the fight, and YOU dodged the pie, and let it hit me!"

"I didn't LET it!" Bishop insisted over all the laughter.

"If Bishop was seriously trying to hurt Gambit…" Jubilee asked, grinning, "then, like… why throw a PIE in a counter attack?! Was it charged?"

"Because Gambit's a smart ass, that's why." Rogue huffed, rolling her eyes.

"I think I need to hear this story in it's entirety later…" Spencer announced, sitting down beside Logan at the end of the table.

"Ah'm sure Remy can tell ya later." Rogue said, looking up as Jean emerged from the kitchen, several platters with dinner on it floating before her. And with her, carrying a couple of pitchers of water for the table, was Remy. Remy was grinning, and Jean was clearly laughing at something he had said. Remy casually placed one pitcher of water at one end of the table, and then carried the other down to the other end, where he took his seat beside Spencer. Then, grinning, he pulled something out of his duster's pocket.

"Here y' go, Wolvie!" And he tossed something up into the air, past Spencer, where Logan skillfully caught it, blinking in surprise. He eyed the little tub, and turned it around, and his eyes nearly bugged out.

"… Hair removal wax?" Kitty asked from where she sat next to Logan. "What's that for?"

"Dat's be fo' dat manscapin' we was talkin 'bout earlier!" Remy announced cheerfully. The entire table went dead silent, and every pair of eyes fixed on Logan.

"… Logan is MANSCAPING?!" Jubilee squealed. "EWWWW! We did NOT need to KNOW that, Remy!" And then the table exploded into chaos. Half of the table was laughing hysterically, while the others loudly expressed their horror and displeasure at learning this. At the head of the table, Charles Xavier slumped back and massaged his forehead, while Scott just braced his elbow on the table and let his face fall into his hand.

But no one could miss the distinctive SNIKT!

"Mon dieu!" Remy yelped, bolting from his chair. Logan's chair clattered to the floor as he went after the Cajun with a roar, while the little tub rolled across the table and bumped to a stop against Hank's plate.

"… I think this is a lost cause for me." Hank chuckled, plucking it up and putting on his reading glasses, reading the label as Logan chased Remy around the room.

"Why must you two always do this at dinner?!" Storm called over the commotion, trying to be stern and scolding, but… her amused smile kind of ruined the effect that she was going for.

"Spencer?" Rogue sighed, looking at him.

Spencer snorted into his water. "It never ceases to amaze me, that you all actually think I have any say in what they do." But he reached out with his telepathy and commanded them both to 'Knock if off and sit down. It's dinner time! Stop making a scene!'

Remy waited until Logan was firmly planted in his chair again before he skittered over and plopped down in his own, with Spencer between them. Dinner seemed to go peacefully… The hair removal wax wasn't mentioned… until the end.

Jubilee had been in a steadily building mischievous mood the entire meal. And as they were all starting up dessert, she decided to cause some trouble.

"So… Wolvie? Why are you thinkin' of manscaping?" She asked, ignoring the X-Men who were now glaring at her as she looked over the tub.

"Oh God..." Kitty half groaned, half giggled. "Seriously, Jubes… Why are we talking about Logan's pubes at the dinner table?!" There was horrified pause, and then an explosion of groans filled the room, while Remy just laughed, and Spencer covered his face with his hands. Logan just deadpanned.

"Gimme that!" Logan snapped, grabbing the tub and stalking into the kitchen. A few minutes later, they heard the microwave, and then he returned. His button down shirt was hanging open, and there was a wax strip applied to the very middle of his hairy chest.

"Oh shit!" Was all Alex Summers managed to get out before—

RRRRIP!

"AAAHG!" Logan roared, over the shouts of shock and sympathy from the table. "That fuckin HURTS! Why the fuck would ANYONE want to do that?!" The feral roared, even as the reddened skin faded to a normal color. But now, there was a giant bald patch in the middle of his chest. Everyone just GAPED at him; Remy looked particularly stunned and horrified. Logan rebuttoned his shirt and sat down at the table again. "Stop starin' and eat the damn pie." He snapped, and the table did so, no one with the guts to say anything… hell, no one knew WHAT to say.

Dessert was awkward. And silent. At the end, when several people were glancing around, as if too afraid to excuse themselves from the table, Logan finally spoke up.

"Ain't doin' no 'mancapin', Cajun. There ain't no point." And he rose from the table, unbuttoned his shirt and opened it. And everyone stared.

The hair had grown back.

Without another word, Logan took his plate to the kitchen, and headed outside for a smoke.

"… Nice going, Gambit." Bobby snorted. Remy cringed under the collective glared of virtually the whole table.

"Uh… right. Remy gon' go try t'… talk 'is way outta de dog house…"

"At the rate you're going," Spencer said, cooly, "you'll be out of the dog house and just on a chain in the yard."

"… Merci, Spencer." Remy drawled, voice dripping in sarcasm. Then he turned and left the room. Spencer sat there for a moment, glaring at his empty plate, then let out a loud, frustrated sigh and moved to follow Remy…

Logan had, unsurprisingly, gone out back for a smoke. Remy was approaching nervously… Spencer felt Remy's anxiety shoot up at the realization that Logan he locked his emotions down tight; he wasn't letting Remy feel a damned thing…

"… Logan?" Remy called, approaching with caution. "Cher?" The blue eyes flicked over briefly, then returned to staring down at the moon sparkling on the surface of the lake. "Uh… Look… Desole, Logan… Je suis desole…" Logan said nothing. He lowered his cigar and blew out a plume of smoke. "Neve' meant t' upset y'…" Logan snorted loudly at that, smirking and flicking some ash from the end of his cigar. Remy flinched and drooped.

Spencer cocked his head and narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. Logan glanced over at him, and then, quickly, threw him a wink. Spencer quirked a brow… oh Lord, what was Logan up to…?

Logan finished his cigar, and without so much as a glance at Remy, he turned and headed back inside. Remy stared after him, looking thoroughly dejected. But he scrambled to his feet and slunk after the Wolverine, completely crestfallen. Spencer followed after them both, and as they passed the dining room, he heard Alex Summers mutter to the rest of the table, "Jesus… if Gambit had a tail, it would be tucked up so far it would be an atomic wedgie…"

"Alex!" Scott groaned.

The trio made their way up the stairs and to Logan's room… Inside, Logan, still blatantly ignoring Remy, stripped naked and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. Spencer blinked when Remy actually whimpered, staring at the bathroom door, completely miserable. He sighed and wrapped his arms around Remy's waist from behind.

"… Was jus' a lil' fun…" Remy managed to get out.

"I don't think he's as mad as you think he is." Spencer smiled, resting his head on Remy's shoulder and gently kissing his neck. "But I DO think he wants you to WORK to earn forgiveness…"

"How?" Remy asked, and Spencer snickered.

"Put your Charm to good use." The genius suggested, slipping away and curling up in Logan's arm chair with a book, though his eyes followed Remy's restless pacing more than they did the words on the pages.

When Logan emerged, Remy whipped around to face him. Logan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Remy up and down, sniffed, and then snorted, jabbing a thumb back over his shoulder towards the bathroom.

"Git." He snapped, and like a scolded puppy, Remy scurried into the bathroom to shower.

"… You're being mean." Spencer drawled, and Logan, who was rubbing himself dry with a towel, chuckled.

"He'll get over it."

"Logan… He's RADIATING insecurity, here." Spencer pointed out.

"He'll get over it," Logan repeated.

"What are you planning?"

"A relaxin' night where he does all the work." Logan grinned.

"Oh my God…" Spencer groaned, letting his face fall into the palm of his hand at Logan's low laughter. The feral tossed his towel towards the hamper and flopped back onto the bed buck naked, folding his hands behind his head, crossing his ankles and saying in a smug tone, "And now we wait."

"Oh my God!" Spencer blurted, looking torn between horrified and amused.

A few minutes later, and Remy emerged from the bathroom in a towel. His eyes immediately fell on Logan, and he bit his lip before taking a deep breath and tentatively approaching.

"… Logan?" He called. Logan didn't respond, and Remy cringed. "S'il t' plait, don't be like dat… Neve' meant t'… Remy didn't mean not'in' by it..." He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Wolvie… 'M sorry…"

Still no response… Remy deflated, head hanging, and reached out, placing his fingers on the feral's arm.

"… Does it bother ya?" Came the sudden question, and Remy started.

"Quoi?"

"Does it bother ya?" Logan asked again, now opening his eyes and staring into Remy's remorseful eyes. Remy's eyes widened and he leaned in, running a hand over Logan's hairy chest, feeling him.

"Non…" He breathed, bowing his head and now burying his fingers from both hands into the hair, still damp from the shower. "Non…" He murmured, leaning forward and coming to rest his head on the feral's chest, nuzzling against him. "Remy jus' bein'…"

"An asshole?" Logan suggested.

"… Oui."

"Hn." Logan grunted, but then raised his hand and gently stroked Remy's hair, wild and disheveled from being tossed about by a brisk towel-drying. This made Remy sigh, and snuggle closer.

"Y' fo'give Remy?" Came the soft inquiry.

"… Mebbe…"

Remy lifted his head, now looking down at Logan. "Let Remy make it up t' you, cher…"

"How."

"Any way y' want… las' t'ing dis t'ief ever want is t' hurt y', mon amour…" Remy gasped, emphatically. He wriggled up a bit, cupping Logan's cheek in his hand and pressing their foreheads together, before rubbing his smooth-shaven cheek over Logan's bristly one. Then he turned and took the feral's lips in a kiss that was oh, so soft, and sweet and apologetic.

Over in the arm chair, Spencer smiled, lowering his book to watch them. He could tell immediately when Logan opened up his emotions to Remy once more, allowing the empath to feel his love. Remy let out a small sob of joy, pressing his forehead to Logan's once more as the feral said "ya didn't hurt my feelin's, Rem… Takes a helluva lot more'n that ta get me riled up an' mad… Just had ta gitcha back…"

Remy pouted. "So mean t' dis po' boy…"

"Heh." Logan smirked, folding his hands behind his head. "Ya can start makin' it up ta me now."

Remy blinked for a moment, and then smiled, sitting up and pushing his hair out of his face. "Oh… so dat be how it is, hehn?" Logan just grinned.

"C'mon, Cajun… I'm gettin' cold here."

"Pfft!" Remy exclaimed, removing his towel and tossing it aside. "De Wolverine? Cold?! Not wit' dat pelt!" And he placed his hands on Logan's hips and ran them up his torso, combing his fingers through the thick hair in a luxurious manner, his fingernails scratching pleasantly in a way that Logan just LOVED. "Y' run 'round buck ass nekkid in de snow, Wolvie… Don't t'ink y' know what cold even be!"

"Ya don't know cold 'til y' get my cold shoulder, Gumbo. And if ya don't want that, get ta work."

"Hmmm…" Remy hummed softly, sitting back on his heels and considering the man before him. "Remy need t' attone fo' what he done, eh?" He asked, a sultry purr in his tone. A hungry fire ignited in Logan's eyes as Remy slid off of the bed, every move a picturesque example of sensuality. Even Spencer now had a heat in his gaze that wasn't often there…

Remy sashayed around the bed, a little smirk on his lips as he allowed Logan to see him take in the sight of the feral's body from under long, thick eyelashes. His gaze was smoldering, and it only served to turn Logan on even more when Remy's tongue darted out, running over his lips even as he let out a low hum of approval. Then, ever the tease, he tore his gaze off of Logan and leaned over to rummage around in the drawer of the bedside table.

Over in the armchair, Spencer was biting his lower lip, trying to fight back the grin that was trying to emerge at the way Logan was virtually hypnotized by their Cajun lover's movements. His eyes admired the long fingers, so skilled in the arts of thieving, of combat, of love… the elegant limbs, slender but well muscled… He had to swallow a mouthful of saliva as his eyes traced Remy's defined bicep and deltoid… the thatch of coppery hair under his arm… the sharp angles of his shoulder blade, softened slightly by the trapezius, and then down the curve of his spine to the full swell of his buttocks.

Of course, Spencer got the full view of THAT, and he was appreciating every moment… Logan's eyes had drifted down to Remy's pronounced hip bone, and God, he wanted to pull Remy in close, run his hands over him and nuzzle his face into that spot, the crease where his abdominal muscles ended, and his thigh began… He wanted to run his tongue over his hip, and then just bite… But he maintained control and lay where he was, even as Remy swayed a bit as he finished gathering whatever supplies he felt that he needed. Then, straightening, he turned and faced Logan completely, and Logan bit back a groan as Remy's Charm sent a pulse of lust sizzling through him and sending all of his blood heading straight to his groin.

"Mmm…" Remy sighed, watching Logan's eyes follow his fingers as he ran them down his own stomach, stopping just shy of his groin to play over his trail of rust colored hairs, running from his navel downwards. He lifted a leg and slid onto the bed on one knee, slowly drawing his other leg up to follow, even as he leaned over, bracing his weight on his hands on either side of Logan's hips.

"Voulez-vous de moi?" Remy purred in a husky tone, that sent a shiver down both Spencer, and Logan's spines… in his chair, Spencer was beginning to squirm, and his book had been set aside. "Voulez-vous me sentir? Ou voulez-vous que je vous sens? Je te veaux… Je veaux te sentir… permettez-moi de vous faire gouter…" Logan groaned as Remy kissed him then.

Spencer was panting softly now as Remy's words danced through his mind… 'Do you want me? Do you want to feel me? Or do you want me to feel you? I want you…I want to feel you… let me taste you…' Now, Spencer watched as Remy did just that, moaning softly as he tasted Logan, dipping his tongue into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. The soft sounds Remy was making were deep and breathy, and sounded much more like the sounds he would expect to hear AFTER the foreplay… not during… but this WAS Remy…

Logan let out a sigh, his eyes sliding closed as Remy lowered his head and nibbled over the feral's neck and shoulder, tasting the skin and lapping up the residual drops of water from the shower that remained. He nosed at Logan's chest, rubbing his cheek over the wild hair before laving delicate attentions onto the man's nipples. He scraped his fingernails down Logan's chest and stomach, and then his thighs, feeling the muscles twitch. He nuzzled down the feral's defined abs, before sliding further.

The yummy parts of the scene have been removed to remain in compliance with this website's restrictions on explicit content. Full version can be found, as always on Archive of Our Own.

As Spencer came down from his high, he smiled; Logan was purring, and gently nuzzling Remy with his nose behind the Cajun's ear, inhaling the young thief's scent. Reid rose from Logan's arm chair, shedding his clothes and heading into the bathroom for his own shower, and upon emerging, he found himself standing over his lovers and smiling down at them. They were as they had been when he had gone into his shower.

Remy was on his back, with Logan sprawled out on top of him. Spencer had heard some comments and jokes from the other X-Men about Logan squashing them under his significant weight, but Remy actually enjoyed it. He found it comforting, being tucked under the weight of his lover's body… he felt safe… protected. His head was turned away from Logan, and the feral still had his face buried in Remy's hair, and he was still purring softly. The pair were still asleep. When Spencer lifted the sheets to join them, he gasped and felt a shiver run through him when he caught sight of their bodies, still linked…

Spencer swallowed and flicked off the lights, sliding into the bed. He gasped, startled, when a stroung arm wrapped around him and tugged him in close, and his eyes widened in the dark when he heard the wet, slick sound of the pair separating, and Remy's soft moan in response to it. Then Logan was gathering them both close, hugging them tightly to his body. Spencer smiled, resting his head on the man's furry chest just over his chest, and then soft lips pressed against his own.

"Enjoy de show, mon soleil?" Remy asked, his voice low and sleepy.

"Mmmm… very much…" Spencer sighed, and he smiled as Logan chuckled softly, running a hand up and down his boys' spines. "Be honest, Rem…" Spencer murmured then. "If he could uh… manscape…" Logan growled, but Spencer ignored him. "And he did… wouldn't you miss it?"

"Hmmm…" Remy sighed, once more running his fingers over the furry chest, and nuzzling into it as he admitted, "Oui… I would, me."

"No more being mean to Logan then." Spencer said firmly.

"Mais oui… Remy be nice."

"Shaddup. I'm tryin' ta sleep."

"You be in dat place between sleep an' awake, Wolvie?" Remy asked, grinning as the feral growled. But it faded when Spencer leaned up and gently kissed his jaw with a soft, "that's where I'll always love you."

"That's where I'm waitin'…" Logan mumbled. "Now shaddup and come join me."

And grinning, Spencer and Remy did so.