Cajun Flavor (one x one yaoi rp)

[Silver Nephilim]

The blue mutant sat up, looking at the Cajun. "Ja, aber...what about that boy? Don't you love ze same about him as vell? If I hadn't come back to ze Institute, vouldn't you be doing this vith him?"

* * *

Jeannie slipped, skittering up and heading for the doors.

"Jeannie?" He slowed, looking around. "Jeannie, you dere?"

"R-Rems?" He swallowed, looking down a side hall.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit smiled and pet the man's hair. "Gambit love you both. He jus' a lil' confused. Though...he want to be wit' both o' you..."

[Silver Nephilim]

Kurt leaned against his hand, sighing. "If only it could happen zat way." He looked up at the man. "You have to choose, Remy."

* * *

"Where are you, cher?" Jeannie whimpered slightly at the question, walking down one hall, then the other.

"Where'm I? Hell, where're you?" he called back, looking over his shoulder. He jumped as the man appeared before him. "Rems? Wh-wha're y'doin here?"

"Just felt like comin, ma petit. You all right?" He smiled. The boy swallowed.

"Nah. Nah, I ain' all righ'..." He shivered.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit's eyes blazed softly, leaning in to kiss him deeply. "Cher...."

[Silver Nephilim]

"Remy!" Storm drew her head back as she came into the room. "Kurt? What are you doing in here?"

"N-nozing, Schtorm," Nightcrawler murmured. "Vat's wrong?"

"The Professor sensed Magneto's power, and Mystique's." The woman glowered at Gambit. "He's looking for them now on Cerybro. We need to be ready to move. Now." She turned and left. Kurt bamphed back to his room.

* * *

"C'm'ere, cher." Jeannie watched as the man held out his arms. "C'mon, ma petite." He took a step forward, stopping. Just a hint, but... There was something wrong about his voice. "Wha's th'mattah?" The boy turned to run, only to gag as he was slammed backward onto the floor, coughing as a huge hand crushed down on his throat.

"You again." Sabretooth sneered as Magneto floated up behind him.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit felt a pang, like, he knew something was wrong. He threw his coat on and dropped from the building, sprinting to the nearest car and jetting all the way to the school.

[Silver Nephilim]

Fuse blinked the water from his eyes as he looked up at the trio of mutants. Mystique assumed her normal blue skinned, red haired form. The boy snarled. "I'll blow yer damn head off!" The ceiling above the woman cracked and gave way, missing her by centimeters. The claws around his throat tightened.

"I've made you an offer." The red dressed man leaned down, staring into his face. "Do you accept?"

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit flew in and tossed an entire deck at them all, explosions rocketing the three villains far from the boy. "How 'bout 'no,' bastards?" He grinned as he scooped the boy up. "You get in trouble again, petit?"

[Silver Nephilim]

"S'princ'pal's faul' thi'time," he choked, coughing as he rubbed at the marks on his neck. He strained to focus on where the three had moved to. The walls trembled and the ceiling fell in. He shivered. "We bettah run." He turned and raced out of the school, skidding to a stop next to the bike. A trickle of blood ran from his nose. "So, how you been? G'mornin? Sleep well?" He chewed his lip and straddled the seat.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

He blinked and smiled down at him. "It wasn' dat great, cher. But, let's go home..."

[Silver Nephilim]

He looked back at him. "Kurt still there?" He looked at the bike handles, blood dripping from his chin. "Y'like 'im..." He quickly gunned the bike and shot off toward the Institute. He skidded the bike to a halt, striding into the foyer. Kurt blinked as the boy grabbed him by the scruff, jerking his head back. A gold film formed around Fuse once again. "You'n'meh. Ou'side," he hissed.

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit cursed under his breath and revved his car, zooming straight back to the mansion. As he got out and came around the front, he immediately stopped both Kurt and Fuse. "'Ey! Knock i' off, Jeannie!"

[Silver Nephilim]

"You knock i' off!" Jeannie snapped back. "Qui pensez-vous que vous êtes? Vous n'êtes pas un homme." He strode up the stairs, calling back over his shoulder, "Vous ne pouvez même pas pousser quelques balles!" He slammed the door shut, leaning against it and closing his eyes. "******** crawdad sucker..."

[--The Winter Incubus--]

Gambit winced a bit, groaning and putting his face in his hands. "Oh, Kurt...Dis is ridiculous...."

[Silver Nephilim]

The German squirmed, tail swishing like an agitated cat's across the rug. "Ve could adopt him." He held up his hands as the man stared at him sideways. "Nein, nein, zink about eet, for a moment." Kurt's accent harshened his words as he spoke more quickly, trying to be convincing. "You vant ze boy to stay, ja? Und you don't vant me to have to leave. Zo, vhy not adopt him? Everyvone zinks he ist your sohn anyvay." He sighed as the Cajun gave him another hard look. "I asked Ororo vile you vere gone. Vell, vat do you zink? Hmm? It vould zolve zis zituation."