How It Goes
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dorksidefikerTitle: How it Goes
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: Sam Guthrie/Remy Lebeau
Prompt: 81. How
Word Count: 284
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gambit’s in a bit of trouble.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Untitled. Set Post-Series
Rogue slammed the door in Remy’s face, leaving the Cajun standing in the hall feeling more than a little frustrated. He was trying to make it up to her, dammit. She just wouldn’t listen.
He turned, only to find himself suddenly smashed up against the wall, a fist driven into his face with all the force of a jet-propelled teenager. There was no mistaking the crunch for anything but the breaking of his nose.
Sam Guthrie was stronger than he looked.
“I asked you to leave her alone. You said you were going to leave her alone,” the boy hissed, stepping just out of Remy’s reach as the man cupped his bleeding nose. A second blow came for his stomach, but he dodged it easily. He dropped into a leg sweep and knocked Sam off his feet. Before the Kentuckian could get back up, Remy grabbed his arms and knelt on his thighs, pinning him.
“Jealous, chere?” he teased, his face centimeters away from the enraged Sam’s. The rage quickly changed to fear and confusion as he tried to throw Remy off. The Cajun smirked. The boy might have been able to get the drop on him, but he was an old pro. “More than enough of ol’ Gambit to go around.” He sucked Sam’s lower lip into his mouth, watching the boy’s expression change to one of bewildered lust.
That was one of the things Remy loved about teenagers. It was so easy to get them revved up.
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: Sam Guthrie/Remy Lebeau
Prompt: 81. How
Word Count: 284
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gambit’s in a bit of trouble.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Untitled. Set Post-Series
Rogue slammed the door in Remy’s face, leaving the Cajun standing in the hall feeling more than a little frustrated. He was trying to make it up to her, dammit. She just wouldn’t listen.
He turned, only to find himself suddenly smashed up against the wall, a fist driven into his face with all the force of a jet-propelled teenager. There was no mistaking the crunch for anything but the breaking of his nose.
Sam Guthrie was stronger than he looked.
“I asked you to leave her alone. You said you were going to leave her alone,” the boy hissed, stepping just out of Remy’s reach as the man cupped his bleeding nose. A second blow came for his stomach, but he dodged it easily. He dropped into a leg sweep and knocked Sam off his feet. Before the Kentuckian could get back up, Remy grabbed his arms and knelt on his thighs, pinning him.
“Jealous, chere?” he teased, his face centimeters away from the enraged Sam’s. The rage quickly changed to fear and confusion as he tried to throw Remy off. The Cajun smirked. The boy might have been able to get the drop on him, but he was an old pro. “More than enough of ol’ Gambit to go around.” He sucked Sam’s lower lip into his mouth, watching the boy’s expression change to one of bewildered lust.
That was one of the things Remy loved about teenagers. It was so easy to get them revved up.