Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

~Story~

A kid tries to pickpocket the only pro-thief among the X-Men. Things ensue from there.

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[Silver Nephilim]

"Hey, Gee-nee." The name jarred on the ears of Jeannie Lefron. He'd tried to explain how to say it: harsh J, like John said Southern style. No one listened, though. The scruffy boy shook his head, urging his acquaintance on as he loitered outside the large schoolish building. Waiting for a target.

Pockets're easy t'pick when nobody's 'spectin' ya, he thought to himself, jerking his eyes up as he saw a man coming in a long coat. Pushing himself from the wall, he moved over, reaching with his stealthy fingers as they went to pass, hoping for a wallet full with money as they brushed into the edge of the coat's glorified money-holder-holder.

[The Tiny Winter Bunny]

The one-time thief didn't even need to hear the boy to know he was coming; years of expertise certainly taught him all the little tricks he needed to know for cheap pick-pocketing. A smile tugged along his gruff, stubbly face as he side-stepped the boy's fingers and tripped him out into the open with a quick swipe of his feet.

"An' what we got here? A lil' rat, non?"

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy stumbled, shifting his footing quickly and jerking a knife up against the man. Tried to slow his breathing.

"J-just gimme y'money, y'friggin crawdad sucker!" The Louisiana drawl jarred hard on his ears in this place where everyone sounded like they'd stepped out of a Shakespeare play for all he could tell. "An' I won' stick ya. Won't blast y'either." He realized then what the man had said. "An' who're you calling a lil' rat?!" He reached for his pocket again.

If it came to it, he could always blast him. Don't wanna, though... He felt his face burning and stopped himself blushing.

[The Tiny Winter Bunny]

The man chuckled, watching him pull the knife out. It was a clear sign of an amateur, and given his own special talents, something he never had to rely on. "Oh ho now? What we got 'ere? You always point that at people, cher?"

His red eyes met the boy's, never wavering as he watched him try again to reach for his pockets. He easily moved aside and pulled the boy's wrist, smirking as he pressed him against the wall, his own body pressed against him. "Now, now, cher. No need to go so quick, oui? Ol' Gambit make sure you don' hurt nobody."

He held his wrist behind the boy's back, playfully trickling his fingers along his neck.

[Silver Nephilim]

"Gambit?" The boy frowned. "Wha' sorta name's tha'?" He let himself breath a little faster, swallowing as he felt the fingers on his neck. Almost letting himself relax... He jerked up quickly, thrashing. "L-lemme go. I won't steal from ya."

Dammit, why I gotta like it? He squeezed his eyes shut. "Promise. Won't steal nothin'. Just lemme go." He could feel himself breathing even harder. Stupid of him not to recognize a career thief. Why didn't he just stick me, though? He looked up at the man's eyes--red on black. "So, y'got powers. Y'got powers too. Don' mean nothin'." Swallowed, wetted his lips. Think, Jeannie, y'can get outta this...but do I wanna?

[The Tiny Winter Bunny]

The man smiled, his deep red eyes pooling into the boy's working his sultry charms as he teasingly cupped his chin, turning his face up a bit. "Oh? You promise now, bon cher? Gambit gonna hold you to that."

He leaned down a bit, pulling the boy's back flat to his chest, a hand sliding along his front. "Now den, promise ol' Gambit you be a good garçon, non?"

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy nodded slightly, struggling for air as he felt the warm hand sliding down his shirt, settling some on his belly. If the man wouldn't have been holding him up his knees would have buckled. He forced another nod. Dammit, this is bad... Shouldn' be doin this... His fingers curled into weak fists. "P-promise...promise..."

He shuffled his feet a step to snap his weak knees into a locked position, sucking in a breath through his mouth. I'm gonna s'plode somethin...'n's gonna be this crawdad sucker's fault... "Stop makin' me feel all weak-kneed, dammit," he sputtered suddenly to jog his mind out of its laxness.

[The Tiny Winter Bunny]

The man purred and gently, teasingly kissed the boy's cheek, a naughty finger finding one of the boy's nipples, sliding over it a bit as he held him against his body, moving so they were in the alley, Gambit's back against the wall.

He found the boy to be a spunky, yet adorable young man. And if there was one thing he enjoyed, it was seeing his innocent, if restrained, reactions. The young man was too delicious to pass up. He leaned in slightly, his stubble scratching the boy's cheek gently as he smelled his hair. Not one to pass up an opportunity, he pinched his n****e and rolled it around his fingers, biting his ear.

"Nn....but cher, Gambit like dis. Don' you, ma petit?"

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy all but choked himself on his own drool. He couldn't admit he liked it, not right now... Gonna s'plode...gonna snap...

His fingers curled again as the man bit at his ear, digging into Gambit's leg. He could feel the blood rushing up into his face, burning it as he was forced to suck harder for air to fill his lungs. Don' think...Don' think...'bout him... Don't think...'bout the guy doin' this t'ya... He couldn't hold it anymore.

A sound like a bomb going off mixed with the odd silence of a self-containing vaccuum followed as he jerked his arm up and blew up the wall. No, not blowing up the wall. It wasn't blowing up, per say. More like crashing the atoms together, making it explode in a way that was more implosion. Less bang, more concussion. Jeannie took in another long breath, sighing as he released it. Let himself relax slowly. Gambit's arm was still holding him up, so he didn't fall on his face like he usually would when he atom-smashed a wall.

[The Tiny Winter Bunny]

Gambit blinked and looked a bit surprised, smirking as he playfully pulled the boy's shirt up, rubbing his nipples slowly. "Ah haaa....Gambit see now. So, ma petit has some special tricks, oui?"

The man almost purred as he turned him around, snaking an arm around his waist and pulling him closer, his red eyes flaring as he looked at the boy. He was positive now: he wanted to taste him. "Ol' Gambit even more intrigued...."

He leaned down, kissing him slowly, licking at the others tongue.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie stared, blinking slowly before closing his eyes. Felt like choking again. He curled his toes in his threadbare, dirty shoes as he leaned closer, sucking on the man's tongue and half-gagging as he felt it nearing his throat, a hand near the back of his head.

It was so warm... He pulled away, gasping and coughing.

"Forgot t'breathe..." He chewed his lip slowly before returning his lips to where they'd been, settling himself against the man's leg as he tugged at his shirt and coat. Feeling once more the urge to blow something sky-high.

[The Tiny Winter Bunny]

He almost growled, a possessive hand sliding down to grope the boy's a**, kissing him with more passion as he practically ripped his shirt off, an eager hand roaming his toned chest.

"Mmm...Much better, cher. Gambit want to enjoy dis...."

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy felt a low blush move over his face. He glanced away from the bright eyes, chewing his lip again. Blood flowed down his chin some as his teeth pierced the bruised skin. He blinked as something almost burning pressed against his forehead. Chewed his lip again, closing his eyes.

"Why y'callin' me cher? Not a girl." He tilted his head down, kissing at the man's chest.

[The Tiny Winter Bunny]

The man cooed, smirking as he kissed the boy's forehead, nimble fingers sliding the younger man's pants down. "Mmm..term o' endearment, ma petit." He smiled as his hand slid over one of the boy's bared cheeks.

"Such a pretty young thing like you, why you stealin', cher?" He nuzzled his neck, sucking on the flesh there as he spoke.