Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie pressed his palm up against the wall, shivering.

"Gotta steal. How else'm I gonna get stuff?" He shook his head. "Why y'care if'n I steal o' not an'way?" He let out another breath, nuzzling his cheek up against Gambit's face, relishing the spikey friction caused by the stubble.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He purred and kissed him deeply again, licking his tongue as he lifted the boy a bit, one hand firmly grabbing his a** as he moved him up against the wall. "Mmm....Gambit used ta be da same, mon ami. He lookin' out for you, non?"

The Cajun gave that same charming smile at the boy, working his charm as he ravished his delectable body. "Such a fine young boy, ma petit. Gambit gonna haf' ta take you in, cher...Give you plenty o' lovin'..."

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie nodding, sighing as he felt himself worked over, blood pounding in his ears almost to blocking out the sound of Gambit's voice. Lotsa lovin', huh? He pulled away a fraction of an inch. Love...? why woul' he love me?

He wanted to blow something up--another wall, if he could find one. His guts were twisting themselves into knots, it felt. Love. It jarred against his senses, that word. That word, that feeling... Love wasn't his. He pulled away a little more, pulling up his worn out jeans. "Nah. I don' get love. S'not f'me."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit smiled, sliding the boy's clothes back off, sliding him into his arms as he hefted him up. "Gambit goin' ta take no answer like dat. He show you some sweet lovin', cher." He flashed that dazzling smile again as he began to take him to a nearby hotel. "He show you a very goo' time, ma petit."

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy nodded, shiver slightly as the man started walking. He closed his eyes, sliding his arms around the older thief's neck as he felt the long coat cover him up. He didn't even notice when he drifted off to sleep.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit smiled down at the boy as he made his way to a small little hotel. He made certain to cover the boy's nudity with his coat, offering enough money so no one at the desk would, at least, ask questions. He got the best suite he could and gently laid the naked body out on the bed.

Slowly, the thief took his own jacket off, peeling off his body suit a bit. His bo stick was settle against the nearest wall.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie turned over slowly, sighing and opening his eyes. He'd have to blow up that wall in front of him. It needed a new papering anyway. He gasped as warm flowed over his chilled back. He felt himself blush again, turned back on his right side and leaning his face into the man's shoulder.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smiled as he felt the boy press against his bared shoulder, gently touching his face. "Gambit got ya, cher. You be safe 'ere, mon ami."

His toned, sculpted chest exposed, the auburn-haired mutant gently laid the boy back, kissing along his neck. "Gambit know what to do..."

[Silver Nephilim]

The smaller mutant gulped. "Wh-wha're y'gonna do?" He couldn't help comparing himself with the man. He looked at himself again. He was about as skinny as the bo staff against the wall, not nearly as shiny despite all the sweat glinting in the room's light, and had only enough muscle necessary for giving a surprised opponent a good kick in the face.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smirked and caressed his face. "Gonna make ya scream ma name, ma petit..."

He buried his face in the others neck, sucking hard as he trailed his hands slowly along the boy's body.

[Silver Nephilim]

He panted, gasping toward the ceiling and the man's red eyes. "How c'n I scream y'name if'n...if'n I don' know y'name?"

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smirked. "Remy. Rem Lebeau."

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy glanced away. "Jeannie. Jean Lefron."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smirked and gently turned his face back to him. "Jean, eh? I like dat."

[Silver Nephilim]

"Are you two staying long?" Jeannie eyes drew themselves to saucer size as he jerked himself up, thrashing his head from side to side to locate the owner of the voice. Except the voice was in his head. "Whenever you're done, Remy, I expect you'll bring him back to the institute?"

WHOEVER YOU ARE, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! The boy screamed in his mind, feeling himself begin to pant and break into a cold sweat. Who was Gambit, really? And who was the freak in his head?