Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smiled as he pulled the boy down on top of him, kissing and licking his tongue slowly, a few naughty fingers sliding down to grope the boy's bum. "Mmm...Jeannie be a very, very naughty boy..."

[Silver Nephilim]

The thief was about to respond when he was pulled up and off the man. "Sorry about all this, but he does have some scholarly duties to attend to," said the giant blue man Jeannie had seen earlier. The boy stared. "Yes?"

"Are you King Kong?"

"Better. I'm one of your instructors."

" 'n' y'sound like Shakespeare."

" 'To be or not to be.' I'm afraid that is the question I leave you with, Gambit," he called as he moved off, depositing the boy in a desk. Where, he couldn't remember. How he'd gotten there, no clue either. But the redheaded Jean stood at the front of the room with Cyclops and the Professor.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit sighed, shrugging as he sat up and headed back to his room, beginning to actually put some clothes on.

[Silver Nephilim]

"All right, class," Jean began. "Today we're going to..." Jeannie zoned out, staring at the board's swirling chalk-writing dreamily as the lesson went on. Someone said something. Someone else giggle-shrieked. Jubilee whispered something to the laughing idiot from before and both made weird faces. The young thief raised his hand suddenly. "Yes, Fuse?"

"Is gaydar a mutant power?" The entire room grew quiet.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit could've sworn he heard an uproar of laughing somewhere, but decided to shrug it off. He whistled to himself as he grabbed his swimming suit (aka: his thong) and headed out to the courtyard where the swimming pool was.

[Silver Nephilim]

"Is there something wrong with you?" Cyclops hissed, refusing the urge to take off his shades, or to say his real question: "Were you dropped on your head down a flight of stairs as a child?"

" 'S'a legit'mate ques'on," Jean mumbled, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall over the man's bent shoulder, hands clasped behind his back so as not to be tempted to turn him into a replica of one of the smears of ash on the Danger Room wall. All the kids were leaning toward the door to hear snatches of their conversation as redhead Jean tried to return them to attention. Though, the question had even amused the Professor some.

The man curled his fingers into his palms in frustration. "I should just let Remy handle you. Better, I should let Rogue handle you." He did a double take as the boy made an odd expression at him. "What?" If he said one thing...

"You need to get laid. Damn, you got an attitude colder'n'a witches titty in November. Don' Miss Jean do y'good in bed, o' you one'a'them types what can't get nobody happy?" Something inside the room snapped like a firecracker. "...Tha' wasn' me."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit laid in his speedo on a comfy chair near the swimming pool, shades on as he relaxed. He had hoped Jean was doing well in his classes, though after last night's events he certainly need a rest.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jean squirmed as he shuffled down the hall, setting the tall-as-himself stack of books down on the solitary table of their room before looking around and moving down the stairs. Going out the front, he wandered around the circumferance of the building until he came upon the pool.

Quietly, he moved up to the Cajun, holding back out of his vision dejectedly. Why'd I gotta screw up this nice piccha for 'im...? he wondered, looking at the ground. He slipped away again as quietly as he'd come up. He'd say it later. For now, he went back to the room, lied with as much silver as he could coat on his tongue, and waited for the end of the classes. At least Iceman made himself useful when his eye finally couldn't be un-shut.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

The Cajun rolled onto his stomach, his delectable buttocks barely, if at all, covered by his speedo. He pulled down his sunglasses a bit and looked around, thinking he had heard something.

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy sighed as he was helped back to their room, Iceman's hand still over his eye. He dropped down on the bed, staring at the mound of homework--proscribed by the irate Mr. Summers, of course--seated on the table, carried in by Jubilee for him.

Jeannie pulled the Ace from his pocket, turning it slowly between his fingers as the others left. A happy whistling lilted toward the room. "Merde!" he hissed, bolting up and snatching the biggest book from the pile, sending the others toppling as he all but shoved his nose through the spine in an effort to cover his face.

He peered up over the edge as the whistling halted and murmurs began. Another few seconds passed before Gambit looked into the room. The boy gulped, lowering the book enough to show his bruised eye, swollen shut with a blood crusted blue streak above it, feeling it was useless to hide it. The look on the man's face made him shudder. Never seen nobody lookin fit t'kill a 'body like tha' 'fore... "Uh...Missah Summers says h'wants t'talk wi' ya." The look only intensified. "I-i'ain' tha' bad no mo'. Stopped hurtin some now..." The attempt to disway the elder thief's appearance from turning ever more murderous died away on his tongue.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

The Cajun's eyes flared and grew huge. He growled and gripped his fist tightly, blood sliding down his fist. He stomped down to Scott's room and slammed the door open. He lunged and hovered his hand right over Scott's face. "Give Gambit one very good reason why he shouldn' blow yo' face up..."

[Silver Nephilim]

"Because you can only blow up inorganic objects?" the pinned man suggested, only to let out a yell as his shades became a pinkish color in preperation. He gasped as the man was hauled off him. Beast and Logan held him back as Jean moved to stand in front of him, her telekenesis readied if needed.

"You two, calm down for a minute, or Jean will do it for you," Storm ordered as Xavier wheeled in. "And put some pants on for God's sake, Remy," she muttere, tossing him the jeans. Jeannie peered around the door, ducking back again as what he could only think to describe as twin eyeball laser-bazookas were launched at him. Something crashed somewhere to the floor.

"Now, lemme jus say, tha' crashin there...it weren't me doin nothin t'it, nothin t'all," he called around the door, listening as the man swore up and down at the shaded man in his own language. The boy shuddered.

"Fuse, get in here," Wolverine barked. He slid quickly over behind Gambit, who, he saw, was still trained on blowing up the other man's eyeballs along with his glasses.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

"Cykes, you hit a boy! You hit a student in your class! Gambit is pissed off as holy hell...What de hell possessed you ta do someting that awful?"

He flared, feeling a bit more composed but still wanting to hurt him for what he'd done to Fuse.

[Silver Nephilim]

"Nah," Jeannie whispered. "Nah's m'fault. Shouldn'a opened m'mouth..."

"Damn right y'shouldn't've--er, shouldn't have," Summers corrected himself. He stood, turning to Remy. "What right does that little PUNK have to tell me how to get along in my relationship with Jean? He's fourteen-years-old for--"

"Not fourteen," corrected the boy, Xavier, and Jean Grey in unison.

"Whatever," the man continued on. "He has no right. Hell, his balls have barely dropped for all I know!" Logan took this moment to snort a laugh and glance toward Gambit in an I-know-you-know-that-answer way. "He needs to learn to keep his little comments to himself." Jean looked between her beau and the boy. The small thief raised his eyebrows. She leaned in with her mind.

"I still think he needs t'get laid damn good. Fine lady like y'self shouldn' be sittin up there fronta fifty billionsa kids'n'lookin all dreamy eyed 'n' him not knowin y'starin as far as y'could kick him. 'N' seems like y'could kick him pretty far," he sent quietly. The woman turned as red as her hair, but no one seemed to notice.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit still looked flustered as he turned to Jean and Xavier. "Gambit still don' like dis. He demand an apology from ol' Cyke."