XMMF Fic: "Canadian Whiskey", Rated MA. Pyro/Gambit
Title: Canadian Whiskey (yes, I know they traditionally spell it without the "e" in whiskey, but everyone will just think I misspelled it)
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: XMMF
Pairing: Pyro/Gambit, slight implied Magneto/Rogue (Yes, it's an Ideology-verse fic!)
Word Count: 3500
Rating: MA for the boy!sex.
Summary: Gambit really hates Canada for being so cold. Luckily he has Pyro there to warm him up! This is PWP. There really is no plot except for the sex and the fire. *g* But of course there is backstory, because I am incapable of writing without it, and a hint of M/R, because I am obsessed. *g*
AN: This story is dedicated to the lovely Lady_Draherm, who sent me my fabulous Rogue/Magneto mug in the mail. I offered her a story and she wanted Ideology-verse Pyro/Gambit, so she got it!! I even set this in Canada just for YOU, LD--no talking dolphins this time. Too cold.
Thanks to Kethlenda for the beta!!
For purposes of this story, Pyro is a few months younger than Rogue. Just in case you wonder why Gambit thinks of Pyro as the "youngest". Mon ange means “My angel.” Shuddup.
I have too many Author's Notes for things. *hides*
Canadian Whiskey
“Dude, seriously. Pull the car over. If I can’t see where we’re going, then there’s no way you can.”
Gambit gritted his teeth and forced himself not to glare at Pyro. The two of them had been in this damned car for way longer than was healthy. They had just completed a mission for the Brotherhood in Canada--“middle of nowhere, freezing-ass cold” Canada as Pyro so eloquently put it-and were heading towards the rendezvous point to meet the others.
“Where do you expect me to pull off, St. John? On the side of the road? So we can freeze to death in a ditch?” Gambit squinted at the road and tried to concentrate on driving and staying warm.
The problem was that Pyro was always too warm because of his mutation, and despite the damned blizzard outside, kept trying to sneakily turn the heat down. In the end, he’d closed his vent and pointed all the other ones at Gambit, though once Gambit had caught him trying to roll his window down.
Luckily, it was frozen shut, or else Gambit might have killed him.
“We won’t die. Hello, my name is Pyro,” the younger man said irritatingly, shifting for the thousandth time in the seat next to him, drumming his fingers on the dashboard.
“Can’t you ever be still? And you don’t have enough fuel on you to keep us alive overnight in this weather.” Gambit shook his head as he realized he was becoming snow hypnotized. He let out a rather creative string of French curses and slowed the car.
“Grandpa, we’re never going to get there if you keep going this slow,” Pyro continued, apparently oblivious to the fact Gambit was one second away from murdering him.
“You are never going to get there if you don’t shut up, mon ami,” he snapped.
Pyro glanced sideways at him and opened his mouth, which would have probably been very bad for him if the cell phone hadn’t rung just then. Gambit snatched it up even though it was very stupid to drive in a snowstorm and talk on the phone.
“Oui?”
“Gambit?” It was Rogue.
“You know anyone else who answers the phone like that?” He was irrationally annoyed with her, too, because wherever she was, she was probably warm.
There had to be perks in being the boss’s lover. Much more than there were, apparently, in sleeping with the youngest member of the Brotherhood. All that got him was a freezing car ride in a blizzard.
Unfair.
“Um, I’d banter with you but I really don’t like the look Magneto’s giving me right now. He’s…slightly irritated…that you aren’t at the rendezvous point yet. Mystique says if you don’t show up in two minutes, we’re leaving you here since she can’t see to fly in this storm.”
“Really? I can’t imagine why she can’t see, cherie, in this nice weather we’re having.”
“Hey, did you hear me?” Rogue’s voice, normally rather calm and even tempered, sounded tense and irritated. “You gonna be there in two minutes or not, Cajun?”
“Well, cherie, that don’t look so good. I do not know where we are so I cannot tell you how far away we are.” He actually wasn’t sure where they were even going. This was the last time he left Pyro in charge of the map.
“Doesn’t Pyro know where you are?”
“Non,” Gambit bit out.
“Don’t you have a map?” she continued, as if he were very stupid.
“Don’t you have any helpful suggestions?”
“A few, but you don’t need me to tell you where to shove it,” she said sweetly. “Hang on.” She addressed someone else, presumably Magneto. “Gambit can’t see the road and doesn’t know where they are, so they probably won’t be here in two minutes, no.”
There was silence for a few moments, then Rogue spoke again. “He says to find someplace to camp out for the night and call this number again in the morning and we’ll come get you in the vehicle. Tell Pyro I said hi and don’t, you know. Die or anything.” With that, she hung up before Gambit could ask the very reasonable question of where the hell do you expect us to camp out in a blizzard?
Pyro was blessedly quiet as Gambit tossed the phone to him. “Boss says to camp out and call tomorrow. Mystique can’t wait for us because of the storm. We’re supposed to find someplace to camp out and they’ll come back tomorrow in the car.”
“That had to be Rogue. No way you’d talk to Magneto like that.”
“Right now I would talk like that to my dear departed saintly mother,” Gambit responded tightly.
“Go left,” Pyro said suddenly, ignoring his comment about his mother completely.
“What? Why?”
“Because that road looks like it goes to a private drive.” Pyro flicked his lighter, open and shut, open and shut. “And I bet that means there’s a house at the end of it.”
It wasn’t a house. It was a cabin, and it looked deserted, but as far Gambit cared it was shelter and it meant he could get out of the car. He shut the engine off and grabbed his bag from the back, then left the car and headed towards the house. The door was locked.
“How do we get in?” Pyro peered at the door. “We could break a window…are there any windows?”
“I’m a thief,” Gambit reminded him, setting to work on the lock. “There’s no lock that can keep me out, if I want in.”
Sure enough, a few moments later, Gambit had gained entry to the cabin and pushed the door open. He was pleased to at least be out of the car and out of the elements, even if he could still see his breath in the tiny little cabin. None of the lights appeared to work.
“Well, this is nice,” Pyro drawled, dropping his bag on the floor. “Cozy.”
Gambit was shivering as he looked around, spying a fireplace on the far wall with relief. “We need a fire. Do we have any wood?”
Pyro snorted.
Gambit gave up and threw his hands up in the air, muttering.
“Fine, fine. You’re speaking French under your breath, which means I pissed you off again. You know, it’s not like you don’t know how I am,” Pyro reminded him.
“Do something useful before I use you for kindling,” Gambit informed him, stalking through the small cabin. It was basically one large room with a bed, a sofa, the fireplace, the world’s smallest kitchen. There was something that was either a bathroom or a closet behind a door past the kitchen.
They managed to find some wood, kindling, and newspapers to start a fire. Pyro did so without any fancy gestures, which must have meant he’d realized he was pushing Gambit past his point of endurance because he was being both helpful and quiet.
They both stood in front of the fire, warming themselves in the heat. It took Pyro less time to warm up than Gambit, so he went into the kitchen and started searching through the cabinets.
“We have some…Bisquick? I think? Oh, wait. There are bugs in it, and there’s no power anyway. And this may be…um…yuck. Never mind. Oh, we have canned…something that has been opened and has stuff growing on it. Do you need any penicillin? I think that’s all that’s in here.”
Gambit actually smiled briefly at that. Pyro continued searching through the kitchen, occasionally making noises that sounded like he was watching a horror movie. Gambit sat on the floor in front of the fire and let the warmth ease the tension in his muscles.
“Aha! Bingo. We’ll just have to drink our dinner.” Pyro returned with a bottle of whiskey, mostly full, and handed it over.
Gambit raised an eyebrow at him. “Drink it right out of the bottle? After what I heard you saying about the state of the kitchen?”
“Dude, trust me. You don’t want to use any of the glasses. There may have been a mouse in one.” Pyro sat on the floor next to him, stretching his legs out in front of him.
“So scare it away.”
“It was dead.”
Gambit sighed and opened the whiskey bottle, and took a very long drink. It burned going down, but it helped warm him even more than the fire, and it made him relax even further. Wordlessly he passed the bottle over to Pyro, who manfully swigged some, then started coughing.
Gambit snorted. Pyro scowled at him and pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. “Yuck.” He drank some more. “But at least I’ll be drunk and forget I’m hungry.”
“A good plan, mon ange,” Gambit told him. “Your first of the day, I think it is?”
“And you must not be mad at me anymore since you called me that.” Pyro grinned at him.
Gambit smirked. “Maybe, maybe not. You were being very annoying.”
“Yeah, well. That’s sort of my thing.” He shrugged and took another swallow of the whiskey, then made a face. “This is really awful.”
“Why is this country so cold? It’s stupid.” Gambit drank more whiskey, irrationally annoyed with Canada for existing. He held his hands out towards the fire.
“Maybe if you had some gloves with fingers on them,” Pyro said helpfully. “You wouldn’t be so cold. You could borrow some from Rogue.” He laughed.
Gambit yanked the bottle off the floor and took another long drink. “I am going to pummel you with this, oui? I’ll leave your body in the backyard and they won’t find it until spring. Ironic, mmm? Pyro under the snow?”
Pyro rolled his eyes at that but stared into the fire again. He seemed transfixed for a moment; he raised his hand slowly, pulling one of the flames closer, so that the heat rushed over Gambit’s cold fingers. “Better?”
“Oui,” Gambit said gruffly, watching him. There was something inherently sexy about watching Pyro manipulate fire. He thought about suggesting Pyro take his shirt off and do it again. The image warmed him as much as the flames.
“I have a better idea, though,” Pyro said, as if he were reading Gambit’s mind, making the flame return with a negligent wave of his hand. Gambit gave a small laugh as Pyro straddled him, unsurprised to feel Pyro’s erection. Fire did that to him.
“You think this will work better than fire to warm me?” Gambit stared up at Pyro, trying not to smile, resting his hands on Pyro’s waist.
Pyro nodded solemnly. “Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss him, and his mouth was very warm. He tasted like whiskey. Gambit kissed him back.
Pyro pulled back first, his face flushed. His lips were swollen. Gambit bit back a frustrated sort of groan that Pyro had stopped kissing him. “See, I know I’m irritating, but I make up for it.” He gave Gambit a superior sort of smirk.
“Would you stop talking, then, and get on with the making up part?” Gambit was smiling as he said it. He twined the fingers of one hand in Pyro’s hair, because he liked the way the younger man looked with his hair all mussed.
“Don’t you mean the making out part?”
“Shut up,” Gambit muttered, yanking him closer by the hair so he could kiss him very thoroughly. He was very satisfied at the dazed look on Pyro’s face when he eventually broke the kiss. “You have a bratty mouth, St. John.”
Pyro gave him a lazy sort of smile and moved down his body, his fingers working at the buttons on Gambit’s pants. His fingers were warm as they wrapped around his erection, sliding up and down slowly. “So we did have some wood,” Pyro said, as if he couldn’t help himself.
Knowing Pyro, he probably couldn’t. Gambit spent half the time he was around his lover wanting to strangle him, and the other half (possibly more than half, if he were being honest), wanting to fuck him senseless.
Gambit shoved Pyro’s head down, hard. “Do something else with your mouth instead of annoying me.”
Pyro’s mouth was even warmer than his hands had been. Gambit’s head fell back on the sofa as Pyro sucked at him very enthusiastically, using his tongue exactly like Gambit had taught him.
Apparently there were advantages to sleeping with Pyro, after all. He was a very fast learner, for one thing.
Gambit now had both his hands wrapped in Pyro’s hair, and he was guiding the other man’s head up and down as he fucked his mouth, small gasping sounds escaping him as he neared the edge of his control. At a sudden blast of heat, however, he raised his head and looked alarmingly at the fire, which was starting to escape the confines of the fireplace and edge closer to the two of them on the floor.
He tugged hard on Pyro’s head, raising him up. “Careful,” he warned him, eyeing the flames nervously.
Pyro released his cock, giving him a confused look from heavy-lidded eyes. “What?”
Gambit made a motion towards the fire with his chin, and Pyro looked over his shoulder. “Oops.” The fire retreated and Pyro lowered his head again, taking Gambit’s cock back into his mouth and sucking hard.
It only took him a few minutes before Gambit came, hips arching up off the floor, his body twisting a bit as he gasped in pleasure. Pyro moved off of him, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “See. I was right, huh.” He took the bottle of whiskey and drank from it, very slowly, which should not have been as erotic as it was.
Gambit grinned, satisfied. “I am definitely warm, now. I see you have your uses after all, mon ange.”
Pyro grinned at him like the angel he most certainly was not. The flames in the fireplace flared bright for a moment, framing him like some demented sort of halo.
“Maybe I should call you Lucifer,” Gambit murmured, moving closer, and Pyro laughed. Gambit put his hands on Pyro’s shoulder and pushed him back so he was lying on the floor.
“You can call me whatever you want,” he said agreeably as Gambit pushed Pyro’s shirt up. His skin was burning hot beneath Gambit’s fingers.
“Watch the fire, oui?” He started kissing Pyro’s stomach, unhurriedly unbuttoning his pants.
“Oh, yeah, I will,” Pyro assured him huskily, and Gambit deftly pulled Pyro’s jeans and boxers down his lean hips.
Pyro’s breathing was very fast and shallow, his hips moving restlessly, and his eyes moved back and forth from Gambit to the fire. Gambit watched him, knew what he wanted to do, and stopped for a moment to murmur, “Go ahead, if you want. Just be careful,” before taking him back in his mouth.
Pyro moaned at that, and suddenly there was a small ball of flames hovering just over Pyro’s chest. Gambit kept a wary eye on the fire, and though he didn’t think Pyro would lose control, it was still rather disconcerting to have fire so close. Pyro, though, must really be enjoying the proximity and the slight burn on his skin, because he was thrusting his hips up and panting, one hand wrapped in Gambit’s hair.
When Pyro came in a long, hot pulse, the flames spiraled up for a moment and burst like a firecracker in the cabin. It hovered in the air for a moment and then caught the drapes on fire.
“Ah, St. John…?”
Pyro, who had collapsed back on the floor as he struggled to catch his breath, waved his hand to pull the fire off the singed drapery and back into the fireplace. “Thanks for that. For the fire,” he explained. “Not just the blowjob. But thanks for that, too.”
Gambit sat up, smiling despite himself. “You’re welcome.” He wasn’t sure if ever wanted to do that again with the fire, but Pyro really had seemed to enjoy it. “You know what Magneto says. We should be free to use our gifts without fear, oui?”
Pyro laughed weakly, propping himself up with his elbows. His shirt was pushed up, his pants pushed down around his ankles. His hair was still very messy, mouth still swollen. There was a small burn mark on his chest from the fire. “I knew there was a reason I wanted to be a bad guy.”
This was definitely one of those times Gambit wanted to fuck him senseless. He really didn’t see how anyone couldn’t.
* * *
The snowstorm stopped the next day. Gambit called Magneto, giving him approximate directions to their location as best as he could remember them. After they both got a good look at the cabin in the daylight, they decided to go wait outside.
Pyro wanted to burn it down. Gambit almost told him no but then remembered that all they’d had for breakfast was more whiskey, so instead he told him to go ahead.
“Really, we’re doing the owners a favor, if this place is insured.” Pyro said seriously. “Then maybe they’ll get some money and buy some freaking food!” he shouted, throwing a fireball towards the general direction of the kitchen.
Gambit picked up the nearly-empty bottle of whiskey which they’d brought outside, charged it with his power, and threw it at the burning cabin. “And better whiskey!” he shouted, to which Pyro started laughing.
“Are you two quite finished?”
They turned in surprise to find Magneto and Rogue standing next to a large black SUV. Magneto was wearing his uniform, and had his arm around Rogue’s waist. She was huddled beneath his cape for warmth, which made her look sort of ridiculous. Then again, she was very small and hadn’t consumed nearly a fifth of whiskey since last night, so she probably was very cold. A misplaced Southerner, like Gambit.
“What the hell did you blow the place up for? Didn’t you hear us honking the horn? We’d already found you.” Rogue sounded like her teeth were chattering.
“Rogue, be quiet,” Magneto said firmly, looking down at her. Somehow having her in wrapped up in his cape didn’t make him look any less menacing.
She fell silent immediately. Magneto looked at them both, sighed, jerking his head towards the car. “Inside, both of you. Mystique is waiting with the helicopter a few miles up the road. Do try not to destroy anything on the way.”
“Why doesn’t that work for me?” Gambit asked Pyro, after Magneto and Rogue had both disappeared into the vehicle. “I tell you to be quiet all the time and you never do.”
Pyro smirked at him. “The day you can pull of looking intimidating in a cape and a helmet, Remy LeBeau, then I’ll listen when you tell me to be quiet.” He pulled the door to the SUV open and climbed inside.
This was definitely one of those times Gambit wanted to strangle him.
He didn’t see how anyone couldn’t.
Author: Sionnain
Fandom: XMMF
Pairing: Pyro/Gambit, slight implied Magneto/Rogue (Yes, it's an Ideology-verse fic!)
Word Count: 3500
Rating: MA for the boy!sex.
Summary: Gambit really hates Canada for being so cold. Luckily he has Pyro there to warm him up! This is PWP. There really is no plot except for the sex and the fire. *g* But of course there is backstory, because I am incapable of writing without it, and a hint of M/R, because I am obsessed. *g*
AN: This story is dedicated to the lovely Lady_Draherm, who sent me my fabulous Rogue/Magneto mug in the mail. I offered her a story and she wanted Ideology-verse Pyro/Gambit, so she got it!! I even set this in Canada just for YOU, LD--no talking dolphins this time. Too cold.
Thanks to Kethlenda for the beta!!
For purposes of this story, Pyro is a few months younger than Rogue. Just in case you wonder why Gambit thinks of Pyro as the "youngest". Mon ange means “My angel.” Shuddup.
I have too many Author's Notes for things. *hides*
Canadian Whiskey
“Dude, seriously. Pull the car over. If I can’t see where we’re going, then there’s no way you can.”
Gambit gritted his teeth and forced himself not to glare at Pyro. The two of them had been in this damned car for way longer than was healthy. They had just completed a mission for the Brotherhood in Canada--“middle of nowhere, freezing-ass cold” Canada as Pyro so eloquently put it-and were heading towards the rendezvous point to meet the others.
“Where do you expect me to pull off, St. John? On the side of the road? So we can freeze to death in a ditch?” Gambit squinted at the road and tried to concentrate on driving and staying warm.
The problem was that Pyro was always too warm because of his mutation, and despite the damned blizzard outside, kept trying to sneakily turn the heat down. In the end, he’d closed his vent and pointed all the other ones at Gambit, though once Gambit had caught him trying to roll his window down.
Luckily, it was frozen shut, or else Gambit might have killed him.
“We won’t die. Hello, my name is Pyro,” the younger man said irritatingly, shifting for the thousandth time in the seat next to him, drumming his fingers on the dashboard.
“Can’t you ever be still? And you don’t have enough fuel on you to keep us alive overnight in this weather.” Gambit shook his head as he realized he was becoming snow hypnotized. He let out a rather creative string of French curses and slowed the car.
“Grandpa, we’re never going to get there if you keep going this slow,” Pyro continued, apparently oblivious to the fact Gambit was one second away from murdering him.
“You are never going to get there if you don’t shut up, mon ami,” he snapped.
Pyro glanced sideways at him and opened his mouth, which would have probably been very bad for him if the cell phone hadn’t rung just then. Gambit snatched it up even though it was very stupid to drive in a snowstorm and talk on the phone.
“Oui?”
“Gambit?” It was Rogue.
“You know anyone else who answers the phone like that?” He was irrationally annoyed with her, too, because wherever she was, she was probably warm.
There had to be perks in being the boss’s lover. Much more than there were, apparently, in sleeping with the youngest member of the Brotherhood. All that got him was a freezing car ride in a blizzard.
Unfair.
“Um, I’d banter with you but I really don’t like the look Magneto’s giving me right now. He’s…slightly irritated…that you aren’t at the rendezvous point yet. Mystique says if you don’t show up in two minutes, we’re leaving you here since she can’t see to fly in this storm.”
“Really? I can’t imagine why she can’t see, cherie, in this nice weather we’re having.”
“Hey, did you hear me?” Rogue’s voice, normally rather calm and even tempered, sounded tense and irritated. “You gonna be there in two minutes or not, Cajun?”
“Well, cherie, that don’t look so good. I do not know where we are so I cannot tell you how far away we are.” He actually wasn’t sure where they were even going. This was the last time he left Pyro in charge of the map.
“Doesn’t Pyro know where you are?”
“Non,” Gambit bit out.
“Don’t you have a map?” she continued, as if he were very stupid.
“Don’t you have any helpful suggestions?”
“A few, but you don’t need me to tell you where to shove it,” she said sweetly. “Hang on.” She addressed someone else, presumably Magneto. “Gambit can’t see the road and doesn’t know where they are, so they probably won’t be here in two minutes, no.”
There was silence for a few moments, then Rogue spoke again. “He says to find someplace to camp out for the night and call this number again in the morning and we’ll come get you in the vehicle. Tell Pyro I said hi and don’t, you know. Die or anything.” With that, she hung up before Gambit could ask the very reasonable question of where the hell do you expect us to camp out in a blizzard?
Pyro was blessedly quiet as Gambit tossed the phone to him. “Boss says to camp out and call tomorrow. Mystique can’t wait for us because of the storm. We’re supposed to find someplace to camp out and they’ll come back tomorrow in the car.”
“That had to be Rogue. No way you’d talk to Magneto like that.”
“Right now I would talk like that to my dear departed saintly mother,” Gambit responded tightly.
“Go left,” Pyro said suddenly, ignoring his comment about his mother completely.
“What? Why?”
“Because that road looks like it goes to a private drive.” Pyro flicked his lighter, open and shut, open and shut. “And I bet that means there’s a house at the end of it.”
It wasn’t a house. It was a cabin, and it looked deserted, but as far Gambit cared it was shelter and it meant he could get out of the car. He shut the engine off and grabbed his bag from the back, then left the car and headed towards the house. The door was locked.
“How do we get in?” Pyro peered at the door. “We could break a window…are there any windows?”
“I’m a thief,” Gambit reminded him, setting to work on the lock. “There’s no lock that can keep me out, if I want in.”
Sure enough, a few moments later, Gambit had gained entry to the cabin and pushed the door open. He was pleased to at least be out of the car and out of the elements, even if he could still see his breath in the tiny little cabin. None of the lights appeared to work.
“Well, this is nice,” Pyro drawled, dropping his bag on the floor. “Cozy.”
Gambit was shivering as he looked around, spying a fireplace on the far wall with relief. “We need a fire. Do we have any wood?”
Pyro snorted.
Gambit gave up and threw his hands up in the air, muttering.
“Fine, fine. You’re speaking French under your breath, which means I pissed you off again. You know, it’s not like you don’t know how I am,” Pyro reminded him.
“Do something useful before I use you for kindling,” Gambit informed him, stalking through the small cabin. It was basically one large room with a bed, a sofa, the fireplace, the world’s smallest kitchen. There was something that was either a bathroom or a closet behind a door past the kitchen.
They managed to find some wood, kindling, and newspapers to start a fire. Pyro did so without any fancy gestures, which must have meant he’d realized he was pushing Gambit past his point of endurance because he was being both helpful and quiet.
They both stood in front of the fire, warming themselves in the heat. It took Pyro less time to warm up than Gambit, so he went into the kitchen and started searching through the cabinets.
“We have some…Bisquick? I think? Oh, wait. There are bugs in it, and there’s no power anyway. And this may be…um…yuck. Never mind. Oh, we have canned…something that has been opened and has stuff growing on it. Do you need any penicillin? I think that’s all that’s in here.”
Gambit actually smiled briefly at that. Pyro continued searching through the kitchen, occasionally making noises that sounded like he was watching a horror movie. Gambit sat on the floor in front of the fire and let the warmth ease the tension in his muscles.
“Aha! Bingo. We’ll just have to drink our dinner.” Pyro returned with a bottle of whiskey, mostly full, and handed it over.
Gambit raised an eyebrow at him. “Drink it right out of the bottle? After what I heard you saying about the state of the kitchen?”
“Dude, trust me. You don’t want to use any of the glasses. There may have been a mouse in one.” Pyro sat on the floor next to him, stretching his legs out in front of him.
“So scare it away.”
“It was dead.”
Gambit sighed and opened the whiskey bottle, and took a very long drink. It burned going down, but it helped warm him even more than the fire, and it made him relax even further. Wordlessly he passed the bottle over to Pyro, who manfully swigged some, then started coughing.
Gambit snorted. Pyro scowled at him and pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. “Yuck.” He drank some more. “But at least I’ll be drunk and forget I’m hungry.”
“A good plan, mon ange,” Gambit told him. “Your first of the day, I think it is?”
“And you must not be mad at me anymore since you called me that.” Pyro grinned at him.
Gambit smirked. “Maybe, maybe not. You were being very annoying.”
“Yeah, well. That’s sort of my thing.” He shrugged and took another swallow of the whiskey, then made a face. “This is really awful.”
“Why is this country so cold? It’s stupid.” Gambit drank more whiskey, irrationally annoyed with Canada for existing. He held his hands out towards the fire.
“Maybe if you had some gloves with fingers on them,” Pyro said helpfully. “You wouldn’t be so cold. You could borrow some from Rogue.” He laughed.
Gambit yanked the bottle off the floor and took another long drink. “I am going to pummel you with this, oui? I’ll leave your body in the backyard and they won’t find it until spring. Ironic, mmm? Pyro under the snow?”
Pyro rolled his eyes at that but stared into the fire again. He seemed transfixed for a moment; he raised his hand slowly, pulling one of the flames closer, so that the heat rushed over Gambit’s cold fingers. “Better?”
“Oui,” Gambit said gruffly, watching him. There was something inherently sexy about watching Pyro manipulate fire. He thought about suggesting Pyro take his shirt off and do it again. The image warmed him as much as the flames.
“I have a better idea, though,” Pyro said, as if he were reading Gambit’s mind, making the flame return with a negligent wave of his hand. Gambit gave a small laugh as Pyro straddled him, unsurprised to feel Pyro’s erection. Fire did that to him.
“You think this will work better than fire to warm me?” Gambit stared up at Pyro, trying not to smile, resting his hands on Pyro’s waist.
Pyro nodded solemnly. “Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss him, and his mouth was very warm. He tasted like whiskey. Gambit kissed him back.
Pyro pulled back first, his face flushed. His lips were swollen. Gambit bit back a frustrated sort of groan that Pyro had stopped kissing him. “See, I know I’m irritating, but I make up for it.” He gave Gambit a superior sort of smirk.
“Would you stop talking, then, and get on with the making up part?” Gambit was smiling as he said it. He twined the fingers of one hand in Pyro’s hair, because he liked the way the younger man looked with his hair all mussed.
“Don’t you mean the making out part?”
“Shut up,” Gambit muttered, yanking him closer by the hair so he could kiss him very thoroughly. He was very satisfied at the dazed look on Pyro’s face when he eventually broke the kiss. “You have a bratty mouth, St. John.”
Pyro gave him a lazy sort of smile and moved down his body, his fingers working at the buttons on Gambit’s pants. His fingers were warm as they wrapped around his erection, sliding up and down slowly. “So we did have some wood,” Pyro said, as if he couldn’t help himself.
Knowing Pyro, he probably couldn’t. Gambit spent half the time he was around his lover wanting to strangle him, and the other half (possibly more than half, if he were being honest), wanting to fuck him senseless.
Gambit shoved Pyro’s head down, hard. “Do something else with your mouth instead of annoying me.”
Pyro’s mouth was even warmer than his hands had been. Gambit’s head fell back on the sofa as Pyro sucked at him very enthusiastically, using his tongue exactly like Gambit had taught him.
Apparently there were advantages to sleeping with Pyro, after all. He was a very fast learner, for one thing.
Gambit now had both his hands wrapped in Pyro’s hair, and he was guiding the other man’s head up and down as he fucked his mouth, small gasping sounds escaping him as he neared the edge of his control. At a sudden blast of heat, however, he raised his head and looked alarmingly at the fire, which was starting to escape the confines of the fireplace and edge closer to the two of them on the floor.
He tugged hard on Pyro’s head, raising him up. “Careful,” he warned him, eyeing the flames nervously.
Pyro released his cock, giving him a confused look from heavy-lidded eyes. “What?”
Gambit made a motion towards the fire with his chin, and Pyro looked over his shoulder. “Oops.” The fire retreated and Pyro lowered his head again, taking Gambit’s cock back into his mouth and sucking hard.
It only took him a few minutes before Gambit came, hips arching up off the floor, his body twisting a bit as he gasped in pleasure. Pyro moved off of him, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “See. I was right, huh.” He took the bottle of whiskey and drank from it, very slowly, which should not have been as erotic as it was.
Gambit grinned, satisfied. “I am definitely warm, now. I see you have your uses after all, mon ange.”
Pyro grinned at him like the angel he most certainly was not. The flames in the fireplace flared bright for a moment, framing him like some demented sort of halo.
“Maybe I should call you Lucifer,” Gambit murmured, moving closer, and Pyro laughed. Gambit put his hands on Pyro’s shoulder and pushed him back so he was lying on the floor.
“You can call me whatever you want,” he said agreeably as Gambit pushed Pyro’s shirt up. His skin was burning hot beneath Gambit’s fingers.
“Watch the fire, oui?” He started kissing Pyro’s stomach, unhurriedly unbuttoning his pants.
“Oh, yeah, I will,” Pyro assured him huskily, and Gambit deftly pulled Pyro’s jeans and boxers down his lean hips.
Pyro’s breathing was very fast and shallow, his hips moving restlessly, and his eyes moved back and forth from Gambit to the fire. Gambit watched him, knew what he wanted to do, and stopped for a moment to murmur, “Go ahead, if you want. Just be careful,” before taking him back in his mouth.
Pyro moaned at that, and suddenly there was a small ball of flames hovering just over Pyro’s chest. Gambit kept a wary eye on the fire, and though he didn’t think Pyro would lose control, it was still rather disconcerting to have fire so close. Pyro, though, must really be enjoying the proximity and the slight burn on his skin, because he was thrusting his hips up and panting, one hand wrapped in Gambit’s hair.
When Pyro came in a long, hot pulse, the flames spiraled up for a moment and burst like a firecracker in the cabin. It hovered in the air for a moment and then caught the drapes on fire.
“Ah, St. John…?”
Pyro, who had collapsed back on the floor as he struggled to catch his breath, waved his hand to pull the fire off the singed drapery and back into the fireplace. “Thanks for that. For the fire,” he explained. “Not just the blowjob. But thanks for that, too.”
Gambit sat up, smiling despite himself. “You’re welcome.” He wasn’t sure if ever wanted to do that again with the fire, but Pyro really had seemed to enjoy it. “You know what Magneto says. We should be free to use our gifts without fear, oui?”
Pyro laughed weakly, propping himself up with his elbows. His shirt was pushed up, his pants pushed down around his ankles. His hair was still very messy, mouth still swollen. There was a small burn mark on his chest from the fire. “I knew there was a reason I wanted to be a bad guy.”
This was definitely one of those times Gambit wanted to fuck him senseless. He really didn’t see how anyone couldn’t.
* * *
The snowstorm stopped the next day. Gambit called Magneto, giving him approximate directions to their location as best as he could remember them. After they both got a good look at the cabin in the daylight, they decided to go wait outside.
Pyro wanted to burn it down. Gambit almost told him no but then remembered that all they’d had for breakfast was more whiskey, so instead he told him to go ahead.
“Really, we’re doing the owners a favor, if this place is insured.” Pyro said seriously. “Then maybe they’ll get some money and buy some freaking food!” he shouted, throwing a fireball towards the general direction of the kitchen.
Gambit picked up the nearly-empty bottle of whiskey which they’d brought outside, charged it with his power, and threw it at the burning cabin. “And better whiskey!” he shouted, to which Pyro started laughing.
“Are you two quite finished?”
They turned in surprise to find Magneto and Rogue standing next to a large black SUV. Magneto was wearing his uniform, and had his arm around Rogue’s waist. She was huddled beneath his cape for warmth, which made her look sort of ridiculous. Then again, she was very small and hadn’t consumed nearly a fifth of whiskey since last night, so she probably was very cold. A misplaced Southerner, like Gambit.
“What the hell did you blow the place up for? Didn’t you hear us honking the horn? We’d already found you.” Rogue sounded like her teeth were chattering.
“Rogue, be quiet,” Magneto said firmly, looking down at her. Somehow having her in wrapped up in his cape didn’t make him look any less menacing.
She fell silent immediately. Magneto looked at them both, sighed, jerking his head towards the car. “Inside, both of you. Mystique is waiting with the helicopter a few miles up the road. Do try not to destroy anything on the way.”
“Why doesn’t that work for me?” Gambit asked Pyro, after Magneto and Rogue had both disappeared into the vehicle. “I tell you to be quiet all the time and you never do.”
Pyro smirked at him. “The day you can pull of looking intimidating in a cape and a helmet, Remy LeBeau, then I’ll listen when you tell me to be quiet.” He pulled the door to the SUV open and climbed inside.
This was definitely one of those times Gambit wanted to strangle him.
He didn’t see how anyone couldn’t.