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 The mansion was quiet. All of the others were off pursuing their individual interests, which was fine with Gambit as it left him free to pursue his interest. Bobby.

 The boy was sitting on his bed when Remy slipped in. Reading a comic and drinking a Bud. He didn't look up until the Cajun sat down on the foot of his bed. When he did look up he smiled, "‘ello. *hic*"

 Gambit grinned, his ice angel was undeniably drunk. "De others are gone cher."

 "Oh?" He blushed slightly and went back to his reading.

 "We ‘ave de whole house to ourselves."

 "Mm."

 Gambit slid one hand into the other man's shirt and rubbed his nipples into erection with
hard, agonizingly sweet strokes. "What you wanna do wit' all dis free time mon cher?"

 Bobby dropped the comic book and looked up at his lover. "What do you want to do?"

 "I t'ink you know de answer to dat."

 "Me?"

 "Right on de nose cher." Remy laughed lightly and sucked at the boy's mouth, "I wan' ta
do you."

 "Do you now?"

 "Mm. Nice an loud."

 "Hard."

 "Mm oui."

 Bobby smiled and rolled off the bed, "I just watched ‘Dance Dirty'"

 "Oh?"

 "Mhmm."

 He turned the radio on an slid in a cd. Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer' blared through the room
and he stood at the foot of the foot of the bed smiling at Remy as he gyrated his hips to the
beginning drum beats.

 "It gave you an idea non?"

 "Just lay back." He nodded.

 "Bobby mon cher, you are drunk outta yo' mind." He laughed.

 "Had to have some reason not to go." He grinned, "I challenged Logan to a drinking match."

 "If dis is what ‘appens when you drink too much, I'll ‘ave to get you drunk more often."

 "Shh. Just watch."

 Remy leaned back on his elbows and watched his usually shy lover with dancing eyes. He
spread his legs apart impishly and grinned. "I gonna like dis?"

 "You'll love it." The words started and Bobby lip synced to it, fondling himself through
his jeans as he danced.
 
 

 [You let me violate you

 You let me desecrate you]
 
 

 He slowly slid off his shirt and brought one hand up to sensually massage his nipples
while Remy watched, the material of his loose Jeans tenting around his raising manhood.
 
 

 [You let me penetrate you

 You let me complicate you]
 
 

 Bobby smiled and slid the restricting Jeans from his lover's legs, ‘accidently' brushing his
fingers over the panting thief's entrance. Remy bucked against those questing fingers and
groaned when they were taken away. Bobby giggled lightly and kept dancing.
 
 

 [(Help me)I broke apart my insides

 (Help me) I've got no soul to sell]
 
 

 The Cajun had finally had enough teasing. He leapt from the bed and pulled the last of his
clothing off. Bobby smiled and dodged the thrown items, but he never stopped moving to the
music. Remy groaned when the grinning boy ran his hand lightly over himself.
 
 

 [(Help me) The only thing that works for me

 Help me get away from myself]
 
 

 The two of them chased and dodged until finally Remy had gotten Bobby completely
undressed. The ragin' Cajun wasn't ready though, for the sudden change in the music and in
Bobby's tactics.
 
 

 [I wanna fuck you like an animal

 I wanna feel you from the inside]
 
 

 The sandy haired boy leapt onto his lover, knocking them both to the bed. Gambit yelped
and then laughed in his surprise. Bobby's hands were everywhere. His mouth never left the salty
skin as he licked and felt and groped Gambit's body into a frenzy.
 
 

 [I wanna fuck you like an animal

 My whole existence is flawed

 You get me closer to God]
 
 

 He thrust into his lover hard and both cried out in pleasure. When Bobby started rocking
his hips as if he were still dancing, Gambit's cock jumped with excitement. "Bobby! Please
cher."

 "Mm. You know, I've always loved it when you talked dirty." He hinted, his face flushed
in excitement and embarrassment all at once.

 Gambit smiled and grabbed his lover's hair in his fist. Panting he finally got out, "Fuck
me! Bobby! Damn it I need you to Fuck me! Stick your twelve inch cock up in me and screw me
like de world is ending! Seavousplait! Seavousplait mon cher!"
 
 

 As he lapsed into French Bobby lost it. He gave the Cajun just what he wanted and both
of them shot through an ocean of pure sensation as they came in each other's arms. Remy's seed
hitting Bobby's chest like a slap he came so hard. When they finally began to float back into real
life, the two of them lay in a mess of sheets and semen and shared a deep kiss and some stroking
touches to keep the sadness of afterglow away.

 "De song is over." Gambit murmured, kissing the boy's pale neck.

 "Mm, we missed the end." Bobby smiled, snuggling close to his lover's sweat covered
chest.

 "De soun's you make when you come, de be better den any ol' song."
 

 That brought another smile and Bobby tangled his legs with his lover's, "You can be
really poetic when you want to be Cajun."

 "Only fo' you cher."

 Bobby smiled and licked his lips "Good."
 
 

 They lay there together until four am. Remy nudged Bobby gently, "Cher."

 "Mm, five more minuets mom."

 "Bobby."

 "Hm, Remy? Wha. . .?"

 "I have ta go back to my room now, ‘for de others see us."

 "Can't you just stay five more minuets?" Bobby asked softly.

 "I wish I could stay forever Cher, but dat isn' a good idea now."

 "I love you."

 Gambit kissed him long and soft, love flowing through his lips to his lover. "Love you
too cher. Soon we tell them non?"

 Bobby nodded and kissed the thief's chest as he sat up to dress.

 "Den we won' have ta sneak around to do dis." He kissed the boy again and slipped out
of the room.

 Iceman stood watching his Cajun lover slip away and smiled to himself.
 
 

 At breakfast the next morning, Wolverine eyed Bobby oddly, "You don't smell like
yourself."

 "I don't feel like myself either! Damn this headache is killing me!"

 "I told you not to challenge Wolverine." Jubilee grinned.

 "Yeah yeah, tell me again when my head doesn't feel like a thousand girls in spiked heels
are dancing the cancan inside my skull."

 "Serves you right." Jean smiled. "I can shut down the pain if you want."

 Bobby might have jumped at the offer if his head wasn't swimming with memories of
Remy and if his body wasn't tingling from the delightful sensations playing footsie under the
breakfast table was giving him. "No, I need to remember this for next time I have such a dumb
idea."

 "I hope being alone with Bobby in his drunken state was not too hard on you Remy."
Storm smiled, "We all know what he can do when he has no willpower to speak of."

 Gambit smiled and Bobby blushed, "It was an interestin' night Stormy. I t'ink de ice cube
needs to loosin' up more often."

 "Indeed?"

 "He's real entertaining when he ‘ah one to many."

 Bobby groaned, "More like six too many."

 Warren scowled at the friendly teasing going on between his best friend and worst enemy.

 The scowl went unnoticed by the two of them as they were currently wrapped up in their
games. That was a mistake they would both pay for later.
 
 
 

~End?~