Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

He purred. "Sure." He nipped at Gambit's ear. "Don't vant dee boy feeling left out, do vee?" He bamphed them into their room. Jeannie yelped, falling off the bed.

"Jesus Christ, ya'll gotta do tha' all th'... Wait, why's he hear wi' ya?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit leaned down, kissing him gently, smiling as Kurt leaned down and did the same, licking at both the Cajun's and Fuse's lips.

[Silver Nephilim]

Fuse sputtered, staring between them, pressing back against Gambit, eyes wide on Kurt. He shivered as he felt hands slide along his sides and up his shirt. "Wh-wha's goin' on...?"

[Silver Nephilim]

Fuse sat up, twisting his shoulder as he looked around, half expecting to see something blue and cat like in the room. He blinked, groaned, and shook his head. 'Course. Got that detention t'day. He huffed, sitting on the edge of the bed and flidding with his pants. The idea formed half-assedly in his mind to detonate the school, but he decided against it.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit lay collapsed in bed, still exhausted from the...night's previous engagements.

[Silver Nephilim]

Jeannie leaned back, nuzzling the man. "Hey, Remy," he whispered. "Remy. Goin off t'school. Got tha' d'tention thin'." He stood up, wobbled, and staggered to the door, clothes half on.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He lazily waved at the boy, groaning softly in his sleep.

[Silver Nephilim]

"Je t'aime aussi," he muttered, flattening down his hair and taking off on the bike with Logan yelling after him. Jeannie rubbed his eyes as he walked into the empty room and sat down. Darkholm walked in and sat down on the edge of the desk, watching him.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit sighed softly, turning a bit in his bed. He blanched as his fingers touched some soft, blue skin. He smiled and moved his body a bit, coming face to face with the German. "mmmm...Mornin'..."

[Silver Nephilim]

Kurt murred, blinking. "Guten Morgen," he slurred, looking around. "Where did that boy go?" He cocked his head to one side.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He smiled, wrapping the covers around them both, sighing as he gently licked and kissed the furry mutant's soft lips. "Mm...Don' kno', cher...I t'ink...it be detention..."

[Silver Nephilim]

The blue mutant swished his tail, nipping at his tongue. "Und you don't vonder if he's all right?"

* * *

Jeannie tapped his fingers along the desk, moving them back and tapping again. Darkholm looked at her watch, looked out the door. She stood.

"You're a mutant, aren't you?" The boy almost fell out of his seat. "You aren't getting taught anything at that school." She smirked. "That man doesn't even seem to care very much, does he?" He kept his face still, watching her. "I have someone who wants to meet you." She looked at the door again. It opened. A man in red armor and a purple cape floated in, settling in front of the desk.

"Hello," he said in a thinly accented voice. "I'm Magneto." He smiled. "What's your name?" The thief jerked his head toward Darkholm.

"She cou'd tell ya."

"Ah, but I want to know your real name." The desk jiggled slightly. "I want to see what you can do."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He slipped his tongue inside the man's mouth, kissing him deeply, fingers sliding down the other's lithe body. "Mm...He be fine, cher...Gambit t'ink it be OK...."

[Silver Nephilim]

Kurt sighed, kissing him just as deeply. "All right. I believe you."

* * *

"Well, boy? what is your name?" Magneto floated down the row to look Jeannie in the face. The boy narrowed his eyes.

"Ain't no concern a yourn," he hissed.

"I can offer you something."

"Tha' bein?"

"A life. Free from all this torment. You could be something. You could harness that power of yours..." He jerked his head toward Magneto's helmet.

"Tha' helme'."

"What about it?"

"Stick i'back up yer a**, y'Goddamn Polak. I ain't int'rested." He stood, jumping as the door banged shut. A gold light flickered around him. "You wanna play tha' way? Fine. We play tha' way." The room began to shake. Magneto took a step back. Jeannie swiveled around, leaping out the door and racing down the hall.

"Damn it!" One of the desks flew across the room as the magnetic man snarled. "Retrieve him!" Darkholm rushed out of the room.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit gently kissed him more passionately, fingers kneading the mutant's pert bum under the covers. "Kurt...still got a t'ing for ya...do you feel de same abou' Gambit?"