Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit smiled, giving the boy a quick kiss, slipping some tongue before he turned ahead. "Dis Avalanche, he have anybody else wit' 'im?"

[Silver Nephilim]

"A fat guy and some kid wi' a real long tongue," Fuse whispered. Wolverine looked at him.

"How'd you...oh." He looked up at the three on the building. "Well, lookee wha' we got here."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit grinned as he slid and flipped his bo staff out, charging several cards. "We ready for some play time?"

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy grinned, a glow forming around his fingertips. "Yeh. I feel readeh." Wolverine unsheathed his claws as Jubilee lowered her shades down on her eyes.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit made the first move, flinging several cards in arches that explode on impact.

[Silver Nephilim]

The Brotherhood mutants dodged away from the arches. Toad hopped down toward Jubilee. Blob jumped down in front of Wolverine as Avalanche launched himself down and sent a shockwave through the ground. Fuse scorched the man's beard. The man looked at him.

"That was my FACE!"

"Exactly." The older mutant yelled as he fell into a hole beneath him.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit winked at Fuse as he huddled over the hole Avalanche fell in. "'Ere. Courtsey o' ol' Gambit..." The Cajun smirked as he tossed in a whole 52 deck, completely charged.

[Silver Nephilim]

The boy laughed. "Nice." He gagged as he skidded and toppled over a few feet from where he'd been. Quicksilver slid to a stop next to Blob and Toad.

"That was for the clothesline, you little p***k." Fuse sat up and hacked, wiping the blood off his face. Avalanched stuck his head out of the hole, looking like he'd gone twenty rounds with a George Forman grill.

"Get...me...out of this...hole..." The edging burst apart under his arms as Fuse sidled up next to the others. He glanced over at Gambit.

"Ah coul' take 'em ou', 'f nobody's got any objections." His eyes flashed. "Blast 'em all in one."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit scratched his fuzzy unshaven face. "Hmmm..what you t'ink, Wolvie?"

[Silver Nephilim]

Wolverine grinned. "Just don't blow 'em up too much, kid." Fuse nodded, facing the Brotherhood. The four screamed as they fell into a deep hole, burns covering their bodies. A dull splash was heard from the hole. The boy shifted his footing slightly, shaking. He looked at the Cajun, glancing away and blushing lightly.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit winked and held up his hand to high-five him. "Nice..."

[Silver Nephilim]

Fuse grinned, slapping his hand. "Yeh." He blinked as a little blood dripped onto his shirt. "...'N' I still gota bloodeh nose."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smiled and gently proceeded to wipe it off.

[Silver Nephilim]

He blushed and glanced away.

"Aww." Jubilee looped her arms around their shoulders. Wolverine rolled his eyes.

"Professor. We're coming back to the jet," he muttered into his communicator and began walking. Jeannie shifted from foot to foot, watching the other two go a ways before leaning up and kissing Gambit's fuzz-ridden cheek.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit blinked a second, smiling as he turned so his coat would be covering them, slowly licking and kissing the boy deeply, slipping his tongue into his mouth. "Mmm...ma petit be gettin' much, much braver, non?"