*** Warning, this chapter contains sexually explicit material and should not be read by young viewers! ***

Tryst

"Logan really told you all that?" Remy asked, unable to hide his surprise.

"Yeah. 'S funny thing, huh? He didn't yell, he just... he just tried ta teach me sumpthin'. I think maybe he don't hate me like he used to."

Remy smiled, happy that things were better between Kimble and Logan. " 'E never really hated you. 'E just didn't understand you. We all been workin' on dat. Glad to see our efforts been payin' off."

Kimble laughed softly at that. "Yeah, so I figgered that Angel really is my Mistress, there ain't nobody else. I gots ta think 'bout what I do cuz she's watchin' me, learnin' from me. I gots ta stay away from the bad things. I been doin' good, stayin' calm. Stayin' outta trouble an' focusin' on the people what care about me, not big guys with fists what don't really love me."

"You should know dat already, cher."

"It's different fer me. A guy comes up ta me, I see a client. He touched me an' everythin' else just went away, y' know?"

"Non, Gambit doesn't know. 'E ain't never been like that."

"No one's ever touched ya and just made yer whole world spin around?"

Remy grunted a laugh and replied a bit enigmatically, "Yeah, but it wasn't no touch dat did it. It was a dance."

"A dance?" Kimble repeated, a bit confused. It wasn't that the reply was so odd, it was the strange swirling in Gambit's shine when he said it. This wasn't an offhand remark, it was leading up to something.

"Yeah," Remy answered, shaking his head a bit sheepishly, a wry grin on his lips. "One of dose freaky t'ings. Was far from 'ome, not feelin' all dat good. Was gonna go fight some war dat wasn't even mine de next day, but funny t'ing, dat dance. Fo' just dat one moment, it ain't never felt so good to just be alive. I never got to t'ank dat guy for dancin' wit me. T'ink mebbe it's time to rectify dat," he finished, making sure he was looking right into Kimble's eyes when he said it. It was Kimble he was speaking of and he wanted the Siskan to know it.

Kimble was motionless at that, not sure he was hearing what he thought he was. The words were innocent enough, but Remy's shine was saying something entirely different. It was a mistake what was there, it had to be. Kimble, disbelieving, shrugged his shoulders and said dismissively, "It wasn't no big deal."

Remy smoothly slid from the bench onto his feet, all the better to get closer to Kimble and palm his face with one long, slender hand. "Non. It was a big deal to me."

Kimble couldn't believe it, not even when Remy leaned in for what had to be the most unexpected and perfect kiss of his life. Oh, Kimble had been a Courtesan of the highest quality and had performed well, but nothing from then compared to this gift he had just been given. When it was done, there wasn't a part of Kimble that wasn't shaking. "Remy..." he gasped, unable to say anything more.

Remy just shushed him, laying a finger across his lips. "Dis long overdue and we bot' know it. I ain't gonna lie, Kim. I ain't never done dis sorta t'ing an' I ain't got one fuckin' clue what to do --"

" ---You don' hafta --" Kimble sputtered in protest. He still couldn't believe that this was being willingly done, it was too much to hope for. Good things like this just didn't happen to him, not for real.

He was cut off himself when Remy decided that talking wasn't helping. He silenced his friend with another kiss, laughing a little when Kimble's tools fell to the bench with a clatter as the poor Siskan was a bit overwhelmed by it.

This hadn't been entirely unplanned on Remy's part. After hearing what happened with Big Mike, Remy knew he had to bring Kimble's present celibacy to an end or he would just keep taking up with trash like that. Kimble needed to be told - no, to be shown - that he was worth more than that and deserved much better. There was only way he knew how to do that and that was his own surrender to all the love he felt in his heart for Kimble. He would do this thing and he would do it all the way - he wasn't going to take Kimble like he had with Aiden, that was no different than being with a woman and carried no risk on his part. The only way to do this right was to give himself to Kimble, not the other way around, a thought that was both scary and terribly exciting all at once. Remy was a risk taker, had been his whole life, but heck, most times, it worked out for the best.

Kimble's trembling grew worse, his legs almost giving way as he was blown away. He was the Courtesan, the one who was supposedly the more sexually experienced of the pair, but here he was, being knocked off his socks, his hands up in the air and flopping about uselessly like a virgin. The two of them shuffled around a bit in a rough dance, Kimble trying to retreat and get his bearings and Remy not letting go of his mouth with his own. Remy didn't dare, he wasn't going to give Kimble the chance to worm out of this. Besides, he didn't want to think too much about this himself, there was no way he was going to back down. Not now. Not after he had initiated this.

Kimble's resistance was wearing down fast, his one and only dream becoming reality faster than his poor computer driven mind could process it. They backed up against the nearest wall, Kimble finally running out of room to retreat. He shuddered violently when Remy's hands moved fast -- now that he had Kimble pinned, he slid one down the back of Kimble's pants, cupping his ass all the better to bring him closer to the one that now squeezed him carefully him from the front. Kimble was wearing loose sweat pants, making this all too easy. "Jeez, Remy!" Kimble gasped through the kiss.

Gambit laughed with no small amount of sexual arrogance, freeing Kimble's mouth. The Siskan bucked against him, a near orgasmic convulsion that shot bright crimson right through Kimble's shine. What could be more flattering than to have Kimble nearly cum from just one touch? "You seem a little jumpy dere, cher," Remy teased, loving this, his confidence growing in equal measure with Kimble's arousal. "Mebbe we need to take de edge off a dat, eh? Before we really get dis party started, neh?"

"Wh-wait! What?!" Kimble wheezed, the disbelief still there even as he saw Remy go down on his knees, pulling Kimble's pants down with him. No way was this happening, it was impossible. He was supposed to be in charge of things, not Remy, but here he was, no better than a teenaged girl being taken advantage of. Not that he was fighting it any, the sound he made when Gambit took him in his mouth was beyond decipherable.

This is not to say that Remy had a clue what he was doing, even though Kimble was making it quite clear his feeble best was more than adequate. Gambit wasn't sure what to expect from this new experience, but it wasn't as bad as he feared. Kimble was larger here in his mouth than his hand, but not uncomfortably so. All he had to remember were those things he liked himself and try to apply them here. Slow, deep strokes....watch his teeth, no problem. Instead of a natural sweaty taste he'd expected from his Siskan, from a creature so clearly male in appearance, he got a fine soft sweetness, the same as he'd tasted from Babette. When he went down on her it had tasted like this, not the same as a real woman though she had the same scent up close. Kimble had his own smell, clean and pleasant, of soap and shampoo, of a sweet cologne Remy had given him.

He could feel the soft fur of Kimble thighs up against his face and arms, surprised to feel the luscious silkiness of it. It was better than rabbit, white and good enough to get lost in. He couldn't stop one hand from stroking through it, rumpling it all the wrong way, but he could feel the hard muscles bunching up under there. Kimble was enjoying this immensely, his body showing it even as much as the soft groans and growls leaking out of his mouth. He was quite vocal, unable or unwilling to be silent.

"Uh, man....." Kimble grunted with happiness, his eyes now only half open and glazed. He wasn't going to last long, but he didn't think Remy, being a novice, was going to mind it much. He offered encouragement, watching Remy's shine shimmer so bright and lovely, noting Remy's confidence with some pleasure. The fact that the thief was enjoying this as much as he was was the bigger gift. He couldn't have abided Gambit doing this against his will or out of some sense of obligation. It wasn't the case here at all and he was quick to compliment, "Huh, what do ya knows about that? You got some real talent there, kid. Cain't b'lieve this is yer first time."

"Gonna 'aveta start chargin', eh?" Remy paused to reply. It was hard for him not to laugh. Kimble wasn't passive about his pleasure, his hands coming down to guide, to wordlessly teach. Beyond the fact that sex in general was one of Remy's most favorite activities, Kimble's eagerness made this so easy, so fun. There was no doubt of the Lover's enjoyment and the thief was glad to know it. It made his decision to try this worthwhile.

Kimble's eyes had closed, his muscles bunching again as he drew close to finishing. "I'd pay it.... whatever you wuz askin'... uhnnn...Lord, this is so fine...Uhnn , don' stop...don't....don't stop, please!"

Remy continued, vowing not to wimp out now that his Siskan was so close. His jaws were aching, not used to this task, but he wouldn't give in. How could anyone think this Siskan wasn't real the same as anyone else? He could see Kimble's body tensing, feel the hardness in his mouth swelling as he was so close. Dis must be how I look, he chuckled softly to himself. Gonna 'ave to give special t'anks to de nex' girl who do dis fo' me, it ain't so easy as it looks.

"Uhhnn...I'm gonna cum...!" Kimble groaned, giving warning. Mary hadn't been capable of finishing him and he wasn't sure just how far Remy's sense of adventure would allow this to go.

Gambit braced for impact and didn't withdraw. He remembered all too fondly every girl who'd gone all the way with him, there hadn't been many. What's de worst dat could happen? Puke cleans up, right? he joked to himself, hearing Shi'ow-ri laugh happily at his tease. They both felt Kimble's empathy surge and then his mouth was filled with hot gel, sweet and not unpleasant at all. Remy swallowed it down, the Kundatesh rush from Kimble's orgasm making it all the more palatable. He made a mental note to send thanks to whomever designed these 'grams so well, he was experienced enough to know there was no way a human would taste so good. It was like cheating but he was grateful for it.

Kimble continued to shiver, his legs shaking and giving way as the waves of orgasmic ecstacy rippled through his body. He slid partway down the wall, a moan of unexpected emotion escaping him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt the love and pleasure all wrapped up in one like this and couldn't possibly be silent about it. This level of ecstacy made that quick tryst with Big Mike a joke, an empty waste of time. Here was the love he'd craved, the desire he needed to feel alive. Only someone who truly loved him would have done this. Kimble gave a strange sound, almost a sob, and then pulled Remy up close to be kissed. The thief laughed some at the rough handling, he could feel a strange vibration come into him, one of pain and happiness melded together. / Not since Sheyman...not since Sheyman has a Master done this for him,/ Shi'ow-ri whispered. / There was Raul, but the love wasn't there, not like this. Nicely done, Remy. Nicely done. /

Remy was already smiling when Kimble did a most unexpected thing - he shuddered one last time, a late orgasmic shiver, and then burst into sudden, giddy laughter. Now, Remy'd been with many girls and had lots of opportunities to gloat a little after a job well done, but the one thing he had never have happen was this. The girls would shiver, shake, smile, thank him, squeeze him nearly half to death, he'd even had one who burst into tears of happiness, but never this unrestrained gaggle of giggles. If Remy wasn't a reader of shines, he might think Kimble was laughing because his first attempt at pleasing a man had been somewhat feeble, but he could see that it was rather the opposite that was happening. Kimble was laughing because he'd been blown away. It was a marvelous sound, music to Remy's ears and he wouldn't have traded it for any other thing. It was the laughter of a child being tossed or tickled, the shameless sound of a kid thoroughly enjoying himself - or of a Siskan who'd just been granted his fondest wish.

Laughing a little himself, Remy couldn't help but ask, "What's so funny, cher?"

Kimble leaned a little against him, wiping at his eyes now as he tried to catch his breath. "This..this shure ain't.... where... I expected ta be when I gots up this mornin'!"

"Well, den. It's all de more reason to be alive an' right where y' are, nest ce pas?" Remy found himself replying. It was a more serious sentiment than the situation called for, but with all Kimble had gone through, he could stop himself from saying it.

Kimble nodded, appreciating it. "True. True." The levity was dying on so serious a note and Kimble didn't like it. Still halfway down the wall, his pants still tangled around his ankles, he grinned lecherously at Remy and said, "You was good, though. Wanna go fer two?"

Gambit snorted laughter. "Don't be pushin' yo' luck, cher," he teased, helping Kimble up. Kimble was still shaky, loose as a goose and not quite stable, and the thief took advantage of the moment to offer, "Unless you t'ink spendin' an hour or so gettin' all hot and tangled up wit me might be a waste of yo' afternoon?"

Kimble froze, his eyes opening as wide as saucers. Kimble was stunned. Okay, the personal attention he'd just received was awesome beyond words, but he hadn't even dared to think there would be more. But there it was in the look Remy was giving him now. There would be more, a lot more. Far more than he could have ever expected. If there ever was an expression for (!) it was written all over Kimble's face. He broke out into the widest grin and embraced the thief, giving Remy the tightest squeeze he could manage, a child at Christmas getting the one thing he had wanted most. It was Gambit's turn to laugh as Kimble next heaved him right over his shoulder and began to carry him off, using his telekinetic power to float them off the ground. He wasn't even going to finish pulling his pants back up.

This was so unexpected, it caught Kimble a little off guard. He wasn't quite sure where to do this but headed in the general direction of the shop room and the bed there. He couldn't take Remy up to his own room, Angel was sleeping up there and he wanted Remy to feel free to be as vocal as he wanted, this was going to be too much fun for restraint. Once, Kimble had been in the shop and in the course of looking for something else, had discovered a small box under the bed that had some massage oils in it, a Fallen and Seth stash no doubt, those silly kids. This time, it was going to be Kimble's turn to take advantage of that, he doubted his brother would mind one bit.

Kimble carried his prize aloft to the shop bed and playfully tossed him down on the bed, both of them laughing now. Remy squealed with laughter - yes, even thieves can squeal when played with properly - as Kimble pounced on top of him, devouring him in another bruising kiss.

As different as all this was from what Remy had expected, it still felt right. If there was one thing he remembered about Kimble all those months ago when they had first met, it was Kimble's sense of fun. It was in Kimble's nature to enjoy things to the fullest, of course he would love with the same enthusiasm with which he had danced. The laughter and the play only added to the thrill of doing this and Remy wouldn't have passed on it for any wealth in the world.

Kimble worked freely, unconcerned with time. He had no fears of them being interrupted, not by Fallen or Seth anyway. The pair were off doing some project with Henry and since they had left in one of the Blackbirds, Kimble had expected to be alone all day or at least get fair warning when the jet returned to the hanger. Remy lay back in surrender and let Kimble have his way with him, giving in to this. It didn't escape his notice that Kimble was being far more gentle with him than he had been with Kimble before. Not that the Siskan wasn't being assertive, faster than Remy could even think, their clothes were tangled in a pile on the floor and Kimble's mouth was all over his bare skin, planting kisses over every inch, setting him on fire.

But even so, there was a certain amount of fear that was creeping in. Remy knew it wasn't that simple. He wasn't Aiden, he was human, and he was going to feel it when Kimble took him. He couldn't guess what that might feel like, but he had an idea that there was going to be some pain. He was just uncertain about how much. He had seen the bruises on Kimble's arms, ones not quite faded from yesterday's tryst with Big Mike. Thinking of them now wasn't helping ease his concern of just how rough this might get.

Kimble paused, his path of gentle kisses down Remy's belly put on temporary hold. He'd sensed his friend's growing unease. He flicked his tongue across Remy's navel, making him shiver. "You okay?"

Remy trembled, hating it that he couldn't control his shaking any more than his nagging fear. "Oui, Gambit's fine."

Kimble didn't resume his descent, reading the lie just as clearly as he did Remy's willingness to let this continue anyway. Instead he carefully raised himself, shifting carefully up onto his arms and looking Remy in the eyes. "Tell me whatcher thinkin' or we kin ends this right now, no harm, no foul, Remy. It ain't gonner be like that 'tween you an me."

Gambit was still a moment, realizing that Kimble was giving him an out. It made him feel a surge of hatred for anyone who had ever accused this beautiful creature of being a rapist. He knew that Kimble wanted this more than anything, but here he was, willingly giving him the chance to walk away no questions asked, all forgiven. It made him feel a little foolish, something that moved him to honesty. Remy reached out and gently brushed a finger along Kimble's arm. There were still large yellow circles where the worst of the bruises from Big Mike had been. A session's worth of healing sun had taken away most of the damage, but not all. "What about dis?"

Kimble laughed softly, but not as an indicator that he wasn't taking Remy seriously. "I cain't explains evrathin' I do, Remy, or why, but I kin tells ya that I don't give like that. I kin takes it that way... I even wants it that way... But I don' ever gives it that way. I wouldn't ever hurts ya like that, never. I loves ya too much. Okay?"

"Bien," Remy whispered, his fear satisfied.

Kimble sealed their deal with another kiss. Remy had to admit, that beyond anything else Kimble might make him feel, those kisses were the best. The more Kimble's lips passed over him the stronger Kimble's vibrations were becoming, as if all his restraint was being kissed away. Remy was unresistant as all that love and playful lust seeped into him, making him high. Remy closed his eyes and let Kimble have him.

Time stood still, as if it was meant only for them. There was Kimble's mouth, Kimble's hands, heat, lust and more white hot pleasure than Gambit could never have imagined. It was Trishnar's palace all over again, Kimble's very Siskan-ness the most powerful aphrodisiac Remy could have taken. That sex on Crack feeling was back and Remy was loving every minute of it. Kimble was lying over him, doing the most amazing things with that mouth, and Gambit couldn't help but smile at the sight of it. Kimble's whole body reflected his current state of playful arousal, his wings were up high and open, his mouth curled in an unending smile. Remy felt like he was being ravished by an angel. A very clever angel -- he couldn't help but chuckle as Kimble used his telekinesis to raise the box of oils from under the bed and take one out without ever using his hands or even pausing in the action.

There was more careful shifting and playing about, Kimble was running those hands of his everywhere and simply driving him crazy. Remy had little time to think about what this really was or what they were doing, it was all fun and love and hot and passion. Neither one of them was being particularly careful with their empathy, they were feeding off one another's playful lust and just going nuts. It wasn't until Kimble took one of his hands away and slid an oil slicked finger between the crack of his ass that Remy was snapped back to reality.

Gambit's eyes flew open and he jerked away. He stopped himself before he got too far and smiled sheepishly, holding up a hand that asked for patience. "Whoa....whoa... Heh, je suis de'sole, cher. Gut reaction," he apologized, his heart hammering somewhere up in his throat. He was surprised to feel his face flush with heat, he'd thought all of his blood had collected somewhere further south. All this extraneous distribution was going to make him pass out for sure!

Kimble just smiled at him with infinite patience, giving him space. "Still shure ya wants ta do this? You kin walks away right now an' nuthin' 'tween you an me's changed," he repeated, meaning it.

Gambit felt his sincerity, but was determined not to back off. The second offering of an out made him feel that much more ashamed for being so skittish. He was Remy LeBeau, prince of Thieves and no slouch in the bedroom. It wasn't like him to be so twitchy and he wasn't about to give in to it. He wanted this even if his body didn't know it did. "Non. It's all right. I jus' ain't used to bein' de one on de bottom is all."

"I kin fix that," Kimble replied with a laugh.

Remy gasped in surprise as he was lifted with unseen hands and raised up off the mattress. He'd had an idea that playing around like this with a telekinetic would be somewhat adventurous, but he had no idea Kimble was that skilled with his power. He was up off the bed, turned around and then placed on his knees with his back to Kimble, the pilot sliding his big arms around him and holding him close before he could say another word.

"That better?"

Remy shivered in spite of the warmth. Being held so intimately like that was a definite improvement, he felt less vulnerable and more in control. The all over skin to skin contact made the steady stream of vibrations of love and desire from Kimble pass right into him that much more easily. It brought to mind that picture the Lover had drawn, the one where Kimble's ghostly image held him so tenderly from behind, just like this. When Kimble reached around and began to stroke him in the front, he couldn't help but sink back into Kimble's lap with a moan of pure pleasure, which was of course, the point of being positioned like this. He could feel Kimble hard and pressing against his bottom, but this way, he was less afraid of it.

Kimble just laughed softly, amused. "You remember when we wuz in the files together?"

"Oui?" Remy answered, his eyes fluttering closed again. He was relaxed again from the stroke of Kimble's hand and the gentleness of his voice. He lay his head back on Kimble's shoulder, smiling when he felt Kimble's breath against his ear.

" 'Member how nice it wuz there, with Carnya and Hayden?"

"Oui, Gambit remembers. Gambit ain't never gonna fo'get..." Remy's voice had gone a little dreamy. Kimble was using his touch and now his empathy to kill his fear. He was aroused beyond belief and didn't fight it when Kimble's other hand came between them, rubbing gently against his ass again.

"This's gonna be nice like that, only better cuz this time it's gonna be real an' not a memory."

"Uhnn...." Gambit wheezed as he was lost. His mind was flooded with Kimble's calm and he shivered when the pilot finally slid a finger inside of him.

It was strange, the sensation of being penetrated. He felt a little full, but that unpleasantness was quickly lost as Kimble began to slowly finger fuck him in perfect rhythm to the hand that worked in front. Kimble was skillful, knowing all the places to stroke from the inside, and Remy shivered and cried out as he was bombarded with waves of pleasure that crashed into him again and again. Never in a million years would he have imagined that something so alien to him would feel this good. It certainly negated any misgivings he might have had. He wondered how many men really knew about this and never said anything about it. How many of them had played this way with their girlfriends and just never admitted it because they were afraid of being labeled a closet faggot..... but then again, how could millions of gays be wrong? He certainly would never look at them the same way again.

Kimble started with one finger then worked in another. He twisted them as he stroked, gently stretching him out. Remy writhed and groaned with the irony of simply enjoying this, of being so easily manipulated by this skillful Courtesan. With Kimble working him from the front as well, it was just like the files as Kimble had promised and he was as insane with lust now as he had been then. His body flushed with heat and he was gasping now for air, his attempts to be quiet about this failing miserably. He couldn't believe how hungry he was for more, for this strange new adventure not to end too soon.

Kimble brought him close to climax again, but then backed off, he wasn't planning to finish Remy this way, only get him worked up. Gambit complained savagely in his eloquent French, but his words fell on deaf ears. Kimble had withdrawn, removing both of his hands. He had rocked back on his heels to stroke himself slick, getting ready. He was achingly hard and hoped he wouldn't go off too soon. He desperately wanted Remy to enjoy this and didn't want to rush.

Gambit glared at him at first in fury for the interruption, but then couldn't help but smile with wry amusement at the sight of Kimble pleasuring himself. The Siskan was even more beautiful now, art in motion as he showed Remy just what it was he'd been made for. There was nothing more magnificent than the stroke of those hands on the bright white skin of his sex, the flex of his muscles as his body responded eagerly to the attention.

Kimble saw his smile and grinned. "You likes it, huh? Lookin' at me?"

"Yeah, I likes it," Remy replied softly, using Kimble's own words to gently tease. He groaned again when Kimble came back to him.

"Easy now, kid. Jus' relax, close yer eyes 'n breathe," Kimble whispered, his voice husky now.

Remy did as he was told. He let Kimble adjust him with gentle hands -- he was still on his knees but Kimble leaned him forward, gently guiding his hands to the metal bars of the bed's headboard in front of him for support. He then carefully nudged Remy's legs apart a bit wider. Remy held onto the metal rail of the headboard, flushing again in a nervous sweat. He couldn't help but tense a bit at what was coming, he was shaking all over, the combination of his anxious anticipation and the arousal was almost more than he could take. Kimble was there, the empathy coming at him in another comforting wave of soothing vibrations. Kimble, with his infinite patience, waited until he felt Remy relax again and give his unspoken consent before coming forward. There was a moment of bright hot pain as Kimble pushed against him and carefully slid inside. Remy thrashed a little, gasping loudly at that. Kimble felt huge there, like he was going to split him apart. The pain was washed away quickly as Kimble immediately turned the empathy around and Gambit could actually feel what Kimble was. If it hadn't been for that, they could have stopped right there as far as he was concerned, the pain had flashed that sharply. But then he felt the hot, tightness of his own body and shivered from the blast of pleasure it gave his pilot friend. He was so tight, tighter than any girl he'd ever fucked, even tighter than Aiden had been for that short time he'd shifted into the skin of a man while Remy was still inside of him. It felt so unbelievably good. Kimble didn't give him long to get used to the sensation of duality before slowly stroking himself in and out.

Gambit almost lost it right then and there. He had never felt anything like this -- the extreme duality and empathy overload -- and if Kimble hadn't been mentally controlling his climax, he would have finished with a spectacular bang right then and there. This being his first time, he'd anticipated that it might be uncomfortable, but all of those concerns were gone, blown away by the empathy of the one in control here. He was washed in the warm bath of Kimble's love, adoration and a strong sense of trust. It made all the difference in the world. He couldn't hide the look of stunned wonder on his face.

Kimble shivered and laughed, amused by the whole thing. "Yer a trip, Remy. Ya really are."

"Uhnn! Fuck!" Gambit cried out as Kimble resumed his rhythm. He quickly lost control, feeding on Kimble's mounting pleasure, and was pushing back against the Siskan himself, desperately wanting more of this. Mercy, he felt like such a slut, but he couldn't help it. This felt so good, so right. No way could something this powerful, this glorious ever be wrong. He didn't know if he could stand not feeling this again.

Kimble was more than happy to give Remy control and he did, letting the thief decide how fast or slow this was going to go. As rough and animalistic as this positioning might suggest, Kimble made sure it didn't seem that way to the thief. His hands were never still, he was rubbing them over Remy's back, his shoulders, through his hair, all the while whispering words of encouragement, of his undying love.

This wasn't even close to what Remy had expected, not even the dream he'd had at Trishnar's could have prepared him for this. This wasn't just sex, or simple fucking. This was true making love, of them expressing the feelings they had for one another. Someone had once told him that making love was the highest form of human communication and it was in this very moment that he knew that statement to be very true. Theirs was a love that couldn't be readily explained. Gambit was in love with Molly, yet with his Siskan as well in a completely different way, a Siskan way that he knew none of the others here would ever understand without feeling it themselves. This was beyond friendship, this was free enough that Remy could walk away from it because the only thing Kimble wanted was his happiness. Gambit had asked for this and Kimble gave it to him freely and without conditions or commitments, except to each other's hearts. They would never hurt each other, ever. They were bonded closer than brothers, even before this physical sharing and they both knew it. The Kundatesh told them so.

Remy was enjoying this on a physical level, but on another one as well. Like the time he'd first used his power with Babette, he could feel a powerful duality, one where his body felt the physical pleasure, but his spirit was reaching out to another place. Kimble's spirit was there as well, waiting for him. Kimble's shimmer was like a sparkling white ghost wrapping itself around him and bathing him in bliss. The Kundatesh was ripping right through him, filling him with an intoxicating euphoria, he felt on top of the world, flying higher than any plane in the sky.

Kimble was there, drinking in his pleasure like wine, drunk on it and reeling in the glory of Remy's happy thoughts. He began to speak to Remy without words, using his power to say things that just wouldn't sound the same if the message had been spoken aloud. / Still think yer that lost little mutant orphan who ain't worth nuthin'? It ain't true, it never wuz. Lookit here, yer givin' yerself ta me. Doin' sumpthin' ya never woulda done fer no one else. I loves ya for it. Loves ya like the world. Kin ya feels it? Kin ya feels this great big love inside of me? /

Remy was trembling, lost under a wash of love so vast, it was blowing him away. / I 'ad no idea.../

/ Well, it's real. An' it's here anatime ya needs it. It ain't never gonna die, how could it? It's just too strong an' fine ta ever goes away. I loves ya enough ta keeps ya...an' I loves ya enough ta lets ya go. Yer wife, she's gonna be the luckiest girl alive. /

Remy gasped and almost sobbed, his mind reeling from all this love. It was potent and powerful, seeping into every core of his being. Impossible that someone could feel something this intensely for another person and not go insane. Kimble's love was beyond passion and into a whole other realm, one that was frightening and intoxicating all at once. Here he was, that exact little mutant throwaway now transformed into someone who was loved, valued and appreciated for who he was, as he was, no questions asked.

/ Oh, cher...mon amoureux... mon Dieu! /

/ Feel this, feel alla me, eh? Yer so sweet an' fine. C'mon, let it go, what yer feelin'. Ain't this just the best thing there is? /

Gambit laughed loudly now in both realms, opening up deeply and letting his emotions run wild. He was overflowing with joy and happiness, in love with this moment right here, right now. In love with his Siskan, with this mind blowing spiritual explosion. / Oui, cher. Dis de best, de best I ever have. /

Kimble joined him in giddy ethereal bliss and his shimmer swallowed Remy whole, a powerful display of his ability to work his magic. They were one creature now, each one feeling the other's pleasure and happiness. This was the magic of the Kundatesh and it was stronger than either one had ever felt before because Kimble had never paired with one who shared this gift. In spite of his manipulation of Remy's euphoric high, he wasn't even close to being able to control it as well as Aiden had. Kimble was skilled, but even he was going into sensory overload. There was just too much love and power between them now, it was swallowing him up alive and he could feel the edge of blackness threatening to take him. He shivered and groaned as his control slipped out of his grasp, shocking him back to the real world. He rocked back suddenly on his heels, taking Remy up with him. Once more, he reached around in front of them to take Remy in hand and fisted him with rapid strokes, finishing this before he was swept away.

It was more than Remy could take. His whole body exploded as he came with a thunderous orgasm, an inarticulate howl breaking free of his lips. Colors broke out over his eyes and he convulsed like he was having a seizure. There were simply no words to describe this much ecstacy, he had no place to begin. His backwash crashed into Kimble and the Siskan cried out as he climaxed just as violently as Remy had, a shared explosion of ecstacy and love that couldn't be seen but rocked the pair to the core just the same. Gambit felt the wave hit him again as Kimble lost all control of it and was washed away into blackness.

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