Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy thief blushed, glancing out the window again and pretending to watch the kids swimming. He cracked the window. Warm air flooded against him as he felt something soft touch his face. "Hey, cher," he mumbled, biting his lip quickly. Why th'hell'd I say tha'?

[--The Winter Incubus--]

His hands slid down the boy's supple body, touching him slowly as he kissed along his neck, breathing against him. "Mmm...cher...."

[Silver Nephilim]

He laughed. "C'mon, Rems..." A small moan escaped his lips. He leaned back into the man, nuzzling his face into his neck. "Think people're gonna wonder where we're at. Leastways, start to if'n they haven' a'ready." He grinned and winked. " 'Sides, didn' y'say somethin' 'bout showin' meh how t'fight?" He leaned up, nipping at his ear. "Bet y'look sexy fightin."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He grinned, groping the boy's round bum, kissing him slowly. "You got no idea, cher..."

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie smiled. "Show meh then." He went over and quickly pulled on some pants and a dirty T-shirt, forgetting he still had the Cajun's coat on, which dragged slightly near his ankles. "C'mon, Ah'll meet ya ou'side!" With that, he raced off, laughing.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit chuckled to himself, pulling on his trademark outfit, making sure it outline his delectable a** and abs.

[Silver Nephilim]

Fuse sighed as he heard his codename called out by...everyone, it seemed. Loudest of all Jubilee, who ran up and gave him a squealing, bone-snapping glomp of a hug. Mother...merde... He winced. The firecracker girl released him, blushing as she fiddled with something behind her back.

"These are for you," she said finally, slapping some black-and-brown rawhide double-bracelets onto his wrists. She then ran off, jumping back into the pool. The boy looked down, staring at the wet places on the brown coat. Oh ******** gonna murder me... He fumbled in his pants' pocket and gripped the Ace tightly. No fault o' mine, he reminded himself repeatedly as he edged along the pool. No fault o' mine she ain't got no gaydar.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit smirked as he confidently walked out to the pool, easily slipping his coat off the boy and onto himself.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie spun around, staring at the now coated man. "How didja...wha the...how...wha the fuh..." He threw up his arms and sighed, following after the man. "I ain't never gonna figuh how he does tha'..." A few of the students were watching now from the pool. The boy felt his face redden.

"Hey, Fusey, gonna get something handled?" Iceman called over. I gonna rip you a new one when we done, y'walkin ice machine, the thief snarled to himself, feeling the knife in his other pocket.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Practically sensing his bloodlust, he gently placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling as he playfully winked at Iceman. "Non...Gambit be trainin' dis here, petit. You wanna try sparrin' sometime, Bobby?" He worked his charm a bit, eyes smoldering at Iceman.

[Silver Nephilim]

Iceman jerked himself back down in the pool with a squeak and a don't-kill-me look, which turned the water solid. Angry shouts were heard, mostly high pitched female ones. The boy looked at the ground away from the man, glowering as his face burned. "C'n take care m'self..." he mumbled, wanting to rip the other mutant boy apart atom by atom and stick him back together to see if he'd be Waterboy instead afterward. I ain't jealous, he told himself furiously, however possessively he was enjoying the weight of the hand on him.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit smiled, giving Jeannie a playful spank as he moved out to the pool. "OK cher...You're first test o' skill in fighting is dis: restraint. Gambit wan' you to not lose your cool and remain composed, oui?"

[Silver Nephilim]

"Mm-hmm. 'Kay," the boy murmured, clenching his fists in his pockets and watching the man, taking in a long breath and holding it. He had a bad feeling about this... He bit his lip furiously, trying to work up the nerve not to detonate the immediate area as he shuddered. Jus' keep calm. All I gotta do... His arms twitched against his sides. Calm down...calm down... Why was his gut twitching? I AIN'T JEALOUS, DAMMIT!!

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit smiled. "An' you cannot use any powahs, cher. You do, Gambit gonna make it a nasty penalty..."

He took a pebble, charged it, and made it so Bobby would trip the second he got out of the pool. He smiled as the explosion made the boy fall into his arms. "You gotta watch where you goin', Bobby..."

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie felt himself choke--on what, he couldn't tell. Maybe his own spit. The boy forced himself to remain still, though his eyes blazed violently, a sharp gold visible even in the sunlight. An ache formed over his eyes as he held in the force that wanted to blow a few nice large craters in the ground...and the walls...and the pool. And Bobby Drake's smug looking head.