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"Well, that's it for me guys, I'm calling it a night and leaving with what little dignity is left to me."  Lorna Dane slapped her cards down on the table and stood.  She stretched, the action excentuating her naked breasts much to the delight of her companions.

"You can't leave yet, Lorna, we were just getting naked!"

She smiled at Jamie, glancing down at his boxer shorts and sock clad feet.  He grinned up at her with a good dose of boyish charm.

"If your hand is as good as I think it is, Jamie, I'll be waiting around all night to get to the good part."

Across the table deep Cajun laughter answered her clever double entendre.  Gambit's laughter faded as the beautiful green tressed girl stepped away from the table, pushing her chair in.  She had definitely lost this game of poker and was as naked as the day she was born, only much more impressively naked now as opposed to then.  He let out a low whistle as he let his eyes roam over her full breasts, flat stomach and long muscular legs.  She turned before either of the men could get a good look at what was between those legs, presenting them with a perfect view of her deliciously rounded buttocks instead.

Jamie caught his breath and blinked furiously a few times, unable to believe his luck.  Remy sat back in his chair and smiled his best Gambit-sex-god smile as she walked towards the door, pausing to look over her shoulder and blow the two men a kiss before disappearing.

"Now that, " he said after several long moments, "Is a woman."

Jamie grinned in answer and began shuffling  the cards again, trying to ignore his suddenly insistent erection.  Remy leaned across the table in an attitude of confidentiality, "She taken?"

Jamie's smile faltered as he began to deal the cards.  He looked at Remy, vaguely annoyed.  If Gambit made a play for Lorna, Jamie would never have a chance.  There was no way he could compete with such a good looking, sensual man.  A man with an accent.  Women loved accents!  Jamie did a mean Sean Connery, but it just made Lorna laugh.  Everything about him made her laugh, which under normal circumstances wasn't a bad thing, not at all.  But Jamie Madrox had had a crush on Lorna Dane for as long as he could remember.  Now that Alex was gone he thought....

"What do you mean by taken?"

Remy picked up his hand and looked it over before answering slyly, "You know what I mean, Madrox.  Is she taken?  Is there some man who warms her bed at night?"

"Lorna hasn't been with anyone since Alex died, if you ask me she's taken.  Taken with a dead man, which shouldn't make the competition too rough for you."  Jamie tried to keep the annoyance and bitterness out of his voice, but Remy caught on with a small smile.

"I was just making sure the two of you weren't....you know."

"The two of us? Ha. That's a joke."  Jamie discarded two cards violently, his mouth twisting in a bitter grimace.

"Don't tell me you don't find the lovely Miss Dane....fascinating."  Remy glanced downwards pointedly towards Jamie's raging erection, now very apparent through his boxers.  Jamie blushed and stammered, "It's not that.  I think she's.... well...she's a walking wet dream.  We're just friends, that's all."

Remy nodded and consulted his cards, his hand was shit, but suddenly he didn't seem to mind so much. "Is she taking Alex's passing hard?"

"I'll say.  This is the first time I've been able to pry her out of her room in weeks."

"Must have been the promise of naked Cajun flesh."  Remy smiled with a hint of self mockery and discarded a pair of cards.  Jamie eyed Remy carefully.  He had to admit that the promise of Remy's flesh could indeed inspire to weakest of hearts.  He let his eyes wander of the broad expanse of the other man's chest, envying his muscular build.  As his eyes dipped downwards he noticed that he was not alone in the erection department for Remy was definitely ready for action.  As Jamie watched Remy shifted his weight and the head of his cock peeked out at him.  Jamie shifted in his own seat, raising his eyes to find himself the subject of a very similar examination.  Jamie cleared his throat and raised the bet on the table.

"I call," Remy said, "Show me what you got."  There was no mistaking the double meaning in his smile as Jamie laid down his cards.

"Two pair.  What do you have?"

"Absolutely nothing.  Guess this means you win, mon ami."  Remy stood and pulled his boxer shorts downwards.  Jamie couldn't tear his eyes away from the other man's impressive erection, even as Remy handed the boxers across the table.  "Your prize..."

Jamie nodded wordlessly, closing his fist around the underwear.

"G-g-good game," he managed to stammer, a blush creeping up his neck.  Of all the times for his raging homosexual tendencies to come rushing to the fore.  This was the price of living with yourself, and yourself, and yourself for your entire life.  An entire life that included several sexual dry spells.  Jamie Madrox had a profound appreciation for the male body and all the things it was capable of.

"I'll say.  I know I'll be dreaming of green haired seductresses doing obscene things to my body tonight."

"Oh, yeah. Me too."  Jamie finally tore his eyes away, concentrating on cleaning up the remains of their poker game.
"It's not fair, mon ami.  You got to see two amazing specimens of nudity this evening, and I  ain't even got so much as a peek at you."

"You're not missing much.  You want another beer?"

"Sounds good."  But suddenly Remy LeBeau wasn't thirsty for beer.

Jamie walked towards the kitchen and disappeared.  Remy flopped down on the couch, reviewing the events of the evening while his hand strayed downwards to stroke his cock distractedly.  It hadn't taken any convincing to get him to play strip poker.  Poker was poker no matter what the stakes, and Remy was an avid player.  He had to admit that the promise of seeing Polaris naked was more than enough incentive to play.  Mon dieu was she a looker, way too pretty for an uptight boy scout like Havok.  He bet Alex only knew how to have sex in the missionary position.  Then there was the interesting addition of James Madrox.  There was definitely something about him....the perfectly disheveled hair, the soulful brown eyes, his well kept slim physique and of course, his sense of humor.  Remy could greatly appreciate a sense of humor after spending so much time among the dour ranks of the X-Men: the team that never smiled.  He was stroking his cock more vigorously when Jamie came back, two beers in hand.

Jamie stumbled to a halt as he caught sight of Remy on the couch.  He watched the other man, mesmerized by his hand sliding up and down his erection.  He began to blush furiously.  This was the first time he'd ever seen another man masturbate.  Sure, he'd seen himselves do it all the time and he wasn't above lending a hand, or a mouth, or anything else that might be appropriate.  But this...this was.....something.  Remy looked up with a smile, scooting slightly to make room on the couch yet never abandoning his erection.

"Have a seat, mon ami."

It was several moments before Jamie could move, rushing over to the couch and sitting down awkwardly at Remy's feet.  He opened the two beers trying to ignore the sound of slapping flesh next to him.

"The petite cherie paints a vivid picture." Remy said  between heavy breaths, apparently explaining the reason for his indiscretion on Jamie's couch.

"Yes she does." Jamie agreed, taking a long drink.

"Feel free to take care of that, " Remy said, nodding towards Jamie's own erection, which was furiously trying to find a way out of his boxers, "I don't mind."

Well of course you don't, Jamie thought, look at yourself, just sitting here all smug and proud of yourself.  All naked and....naked....and My God Jamie, what are we doing just sitting here staring at this man?!  Get to work, Madrox.
Jamie took a deep breath and shed his own boxer shorts.  He noticed with a bit of relief that he and Remy were very similar in size and shape.  He wrapped a hand around his own cock, trying to ignore the silent pleading from his dupes.  We could take care of that for you.  In fact, we could take care of both of you...you could take care of each other...come on Jamie, you never let us out anymore!

He felt Remy's eyes on him and shifted uncomfortably.

"Just relax, mon ami. Haven't you ever sat around and watched pornos with a bunch of guy friends?"

Jamie tried to stroke his cock more casually, glancing over at Remy.

"Sure.  I watch them with myself all the time...." He stopped, blushing furiously at this admission.  Remy couldn't know what he did when he was alone...he'd die of embarrassment.

"That must be nice...having a whole bunch of yourself."

"Uh...yeah.  It's a real laugh riot."

"You're lucky...I mean, no one knows what you would like more than yourself...right?"

Jamie ducked his head, rubbing his erection furiously now as his blush increased.

"Um...yeah. Right."  Jamie kept trying to remind himself that they were both thinking about Lorna here...

Remy smiled and sat up a bit.

"I'll bet you do it all the time...confess."  He punched Jamie playfully in the arm, grinning mischievously as another Jamie appeared.  The dupe stood, looking at both of them for a few confused moments before a smile curved his mouth.  Jamie looked up at himself in a panic, shaking his head no and praying his dupe had the good sense to leave.  But Jamie (or perhaps it was his dupes) was never the brightest of stars in the galaxy.  He watched in horror as his dupe knelt before him on the couch.

"Long time no see, Jamie."  He grinned up at original.  "Haven't seen you since the funeral, or this..."  Before he could stop him Jamie's dupe leaned forward and captured his cock inside his mouth.  Jamie jumped slightly then shuddered as his dupe began to work on him in earnest.  He did know just how he liked it.  Remy looked on in amazement, his own erection forgotten.

"Now if I could just learn how to do that...."

Jamie looked over at him with a sheepish smile, his dupe sucking his cock sensually.

"I could help you out with that," he said, slapping his own thigh and producing another Jamie.  This Jamie needed no urging, turning a hungry gaze on Remy.  Remy smiled and lay back against the arm of the couch, letting his legs part.  This was definitely a new one for him, and there wasn't hardly anything that Remy LeBeau hadn't tried.  The dupe teased his cock with the tip of his tongue, tracing his heavily veined member as Remy groaned delightedly.  All that practice had to pay off....he thought as the dupe suckled the head of his penis slowly before sliding the entire length down his throat.
Remy and Jamie moaned together as Jamie's dupes worked on them diligently.  Jamie watched Remy and himself, enjoying the sight and the sensations his dupe relayed to him.  It was almost like having Remy's cock in his mouth and it excited him greatly.  Remy was gripping the edge of the couch, his head thrown back and eyes shut tightly as he came closer to orgasm.  Jamie shuddered as he came down his own throat, the taste lingering like a phantom on his tongue.  His dupe slipped behind him on the couch and pulled him against his chest.  He sat with his arms around him and they both watched Remy and their other self.  The Cajun's hips were bucking wildly as their dupe teased his cock, sucking at it frantically before slowly bathing it with his tongue.  Suddenly Remy's back arched sharply and he bellowed something loudly in French before his cum shot into the waiting Jamie's mouth.  Moments later he lay limply against the cushions, a slow smile on his face.  Jamie motioned that dupe over, leaning up to kiss his lips, marveling that these lips had just been wrapped around Remy's erection.  His dupe kissed him back, teasing Jamie's lips apart and sharing the last of Remy's cum with him before turning away and heading towards the kitchen.  Jamie licked his lips slowly, looking up to find Remy watching him.

"That was amazing, mon ami."

Jamie grinned, extending a hand towards Remy, "There's more where that came from...."

The End (For now. Much more to cum in Part II)