Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

The two stared at each other in silence in the office.

"He gonna be pissed," Jeannie murmured.

"I'm sure he has a right to be," countered Ms. Darkholm. "As do I."

"Y'ain't my Mah," the boy threw back, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm your principal."

"Y'ain't nothin, ladeh." He gripped the arms of the chair. The woman raised a brow. He swallowed, forcing himself to control the power wanting to wash over the room. He lowered himself in the chair slowly as he felt something moving toward their position, bunching himself into as small a spot on the chair as he could as he saw Gambit come into the room in the corner of his eye.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit sighed as he strolled in, eyes narrowing at Raven. "Well, well...didn't know de school let in...you...as a principal..."

[Silver Nephilim]

"I didn't know they let you in as a teacher." Raven turned her eyes to the boy curled up on the chair. "Or as a father."

"HE AIN'T MY DAD, ******** A!" Jeannie leapt out of the chair, slamming it back against the far wall. He flinched as the man put a hand on his arm, looking down at the floor. The woman looked back at Remy.

"Perhaps we could make an arrangement for him." She smiled slowly, eyeing the thief like a fresh cooked steak. The boy shivered, wanting to flinch back even as the hand on him tightened its grip.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

"Oh? Whatevah you have in mind, ladeh?"

[Silver Nephilim]

Her smile widened slightly. "Maybe a Saturday detention. Just for an afternoon." She picked up a pen and twirled it slowly. Jeannie glanced between them, shivering as he looked at the man's eyes.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He grinned. "Oh? Dat sound fair. Oui, cher?"

[Silver Nephilim]

"Yeh. Sounds fair," he whispered. "C-c'n we go now?" The woman nodded. He all but raced out of the room, dragging Gambit with him. He felt the hairs on his arms stand on end as they came out of the school. "Tha' ladeh's creepeh... Mean...like...like..." He shook his head, staring at the ground. "Sorreh, Remy..."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He grinned, leaning down to the boy, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

[Silver Nephilim]

He blinked, groaning slightly at the warmth against his lips before pulling away to breathe. "Wha's tha' fer?"

"Gaaaaaaaaaay!" shouted one of the boys in the distance, who fell into what was later to be reported as a small sinkhole.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit laughed, smirking as he held the boy to him as they went straight back to the bike.

[Silver Nephilim]

Fuse wrapped an arm around the man's waist, nuzzling into his chest as he straddled the bike. "Think Wolvie's gonna kill meh fer puttin his bike offa car hood?" He grinned, closing his eyes and breathing in the older mutant's scent.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smirked. "Ol' Gambit will smooth it ovah..."

[Silver Nephilim]

He curled his lips into a smirk. "Y'c'n smooth ovah most an'thin, huh?" He closed his eyes as the bike roared out of the school lot, letting the wind slam into his face.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He gave a hearty laugh as they sped straight back to the mansion.

[Silver Nephilim]

He grinnned as they slipped in passed Wolverine, letting out a startled yell as he ran into a blue blur that sudden appeared in front of him. He stared at the thing. "Kitteh?" he finally whispered. The blue thing frowned and stated with a thick German accent, "I...am not a kitty."