Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit moved a bit in his sleep, blinking as he reached for Jeannie...who wasn't there. "Uh...Cher?" He looked around, sighing as he sat up, his pants the only thing on him as he made his way downstairs. "Cher...where you go? It's late...."

[Silver Nephilim]

"Oh mah God...oh mah God..." Jeannie squeaked as he backed up, tripping over the shards of metal on the ground as the robot turned its eyes--were those eyes?--and looked at him. It raised an arm and fired another blast at him. The boy turned and ran.

He skidded and pressed himself behind the burning wreck of a car, gasping and strangling down the impulse to cry. "Oh Jesus Christ..." He gasped as the car was lifted up and thrown aside. His eyes widened as the robot looked at him again. A low whimper escaped his throat. "H-hel...p..." It raised its arm again. "HELP MEH!" The room's walls were dented outward, the door blown open and barely remaining on its holdings and the observation room's glass shattered inward, as the boy incinerated most of it. Jean stared at the blackened flooring before curling up on the cleared space where he sat and rocking slightly.

"What's going on?" He looked up, a dim light floating around him as he fought the urge to blow up whatever had made the noise. The Professor looked around the room from his chair, standing with the lady Jean and a man with a speck of a beard between his lower lip and chin, who looked as though he was about to burst into tears.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit gaped as he saw the damage, running and gently shaking Jeannie. "Cher! Cher, you OK? Gambit here...OK?" He tried to get his eyes to focus on him.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jean snapped himself out of it, shaking his head. He stared at Gambit. "Wha' was tha'..." His voice broke with a sob. "Wha' was ******** WAS THA'?!" He shuddered, clinging to the man. "Oh m'God..." He let out another breath, the hazy film of light still around him as he sought to bring himself back under control. "Oh m'God, Remy..." He twinged, singing the man's pants.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Remy winced slightly, the burning moving along the seams of his pants. He turned the boy's head up at him, gently kissing him slowly, trying to calm him and muffle his cries. "Mm....Shhh, baby. Remy got ya...."

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie patted out the small fire he'd started on Remy's pants before it could get to his crotch quickly. The Professor and Jean moved over and looked at him. The man with what looked like a half-assed attempt at the start of a goatee, Forge, stared at the blackened walls and broken observation deck before crumpling down and sobbing like a five-year-old. Jeannie pressed himself against the thief's side as he looked between the woman and the bald man with frightened eyes.

"It seems you made a good choice in staying here," Xavier intoned slowly, rubbing some of the ash from the wheels of his chair and smearing it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Have you done anything like this before?" the lady Jean looked at him with something that felt like anger or disapproval. The boy made an odd noise but forced himself not to tremble. They gonna throw meh out...they gonna... A crowd had gathered outside the broken doors. Ororo scanned the room silently, arms folded slightly across her pink nightgown. Logan let out a low whistle of appreciation before smacking Forge upside the head to shut him up.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit held the boy to his chest, staring up at the Professor as he casually stood up, holding the boy in his arms. "Prof...he can't be in 'ere. Ah want him to stay, but he can' evah be in 'ere again. Dis is too much fo' him..."

He patted his head, kissing his cheek as he tried to keep him calm.

[Silver Nephilim]

Xavier nodded. "That's fine." He looked at Jean. "Would you and Ororo go with them..." He glanced at the boy in Gambit's arms. "...just in case?" The women nodded. Jeannie glanced at the crowd of mutants as they passed. They stared back at him. Some in awe, some in what looked like a semblance of fear. Logan moved up to him. Jeannie felt Gambit stop and tense.

"Easy, Cajun. Just wanna take a lookit him." The man looked him up and down. "Not a scratch on him, seems like, for such a short fuse like his." He jerked around as Forge made another whimpering sound, adamantium claws unsheathing. "Y'got a problem, bub?" He moved off as the others continued up to their room. Ororo put a hand on his head as they sat on the bed.

"He should get some sleep." The redheaded woman nodded in agreement.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit sighed as he pushed his hair back, smiling lovingly down at him. "Such a lil' firecrackah. Never seen anytin' like him..."

He gently touched his cheek, moving his hair aside.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie let out a keening whimper, the smile on his face at the man's touch making the noise all the more painful to the women as they left the room. "Y-y'ain't mad, are ya? E-ev'b'dy...seem mad..." He rocked slightly from side to side, leaning his head against Gambit's chest. "Dunn be mad...didn' mean ta..."

He quieted as the hand moved down and up his back, twisting himself around and pushing his head against the man's stomach once more, staring up into his eyes expectantly. Expecting what, he wasn't even sure himself. He closed his eyes, wincing slightly as tears slid from under his lids. How long had it been since he'd let himself cry...since he'd wanted to cry?

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He gently held him to his body, smiling as he stroked his hair. "Cher, Gambit can' nevah hate you. He wan' you to know dat no one is mad. Just give dem time, baby."

[Silver Nephilim]

He nodded, swallowing down the tear-thickened lump in his throat and closing his eyes, yawning hugely and settling against the man's body. "Y'not like Mahm..." His fingers curled into the waist of the Remy's pants. "Nah'n Mah..." Another large yawn and he was asleep again.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smiled and stroked his cheek gently, holding him close to his body as he pulled the covers around them both, gently petting him as he, too, slowly began to doze off again.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie sighed as he dozed off, settling into a dreamless sleep. Ororo looked up as Rogue stopped, looking from the dark woman to the two on the bed she was watching.

"Wha' y'doin? Spyin on dem?" the red-and-white-haired woman muttered, a little snippy. The weather-woman looked at her firmly.

"No. I'm simply keeping an eye on them."

"Did y'hear anythin' anyway?" The older woman shook her head at the question.

"Just that Remy's nothing like the boy's mother." She laughed softly. "Of course, I could see that for myself. That man's probably more motherly than whatever woman was being spoken of."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Remy lazily stroked the boy's face in his sleep, holding him to his warm body, his chest moving slowly with each slow, soundless breath.