Caught

Happy day-after-Thanksgiving, folks!

I'm taking a break from uploading "Savage Whore" to work on throwing a few of my other stories into the mix. Fans of the series can see the ending on New Year's Eve, to coincide with the theme of that particular story. ^_^

This one was the first upload I made that wasn't part of 'Whore.' Gambit is one of the most popular X-Men in adult fiction, especially slash. So naturally, I wasn't surprised at the overwhelming amount of requests I got for a story with him in it. Because I love the antagonistic Gambit/Bishop relationship, I thought that a sexy black future-cop would be the best counterpart for everyone's favorite Cajun kineticist.

So without further ado, I present 'Caught,' originally written as a gift for my good friend absinthestudios.

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“Ooh…dat’s gon’ leave a mark,”

Remy LeBeau’s bo staff tripped a security guard behind him while nimbly dodging three in front. He bounded into the air, somersaulted three times, and lashed out with two rapid kicks to the heads of the guards coming at him from either side before delicately touching the hat of the third one. It began to glow a dangerous fuchsia, and the guard scrambled to get it off, throwing it about ten feet behind him when it exploded, the shockwave landing the poor fellow facefirst on the fine marble floor of the museum.

Landing catlike in a crouched position, the master thief tossed his auburn hair out of his face and checked the precious object held delitcately in the crook of his right arm. It was a tiny statue, done in gold-veined marble, of a naked man with wings. His face was frozen in an expression of transcendent ecstasy, and his member was rock hard. Gambit, the master thief, looked at it with a sly smirk. “You better been wort’ all de trouble, ma p’tit homme. Gambit didn’ give all dese po’ guards hangovers t’ jus’put you over de parlor mantle.” Fastening his gloves on securely, he bounded out the upper-story window, he caught a telephone pole and spiraled down it with a flourish not unlike that of an exotic dancer. Nex’time, Gambit oughta try stealin’ dis stuff nekkid. See de guards try an’ stop him den wit’ hard-ons tentin’ deir slacks.

The sun was just coming up as Remy climbed back into his room at the Xavier Institute. He’d spent the better part of the evening giving the police the slip, using an image inducer swiped from Hank’s lab to pass them by three times, as a beautiful woman, a redneck teenager, and Magneto in civilian clothes. Each time, no one gave him a second glance, which led the thief to believe he was doing something right. His ‘Magneto’ guise had gotten a couple of second glances, but that might have been because he was using his empathic ‘charm’ power to con the handsome black officer into forgetting just who he looked like. Gon’ give dat po’ fella a complex de nex’ day. I can jus’ see it now: “Hi, I need t’see a therapist, I’m havin’ sexual feelin’s towards the greates’ mutant terrorist o’all time.”

“You know, they got medications for that,” a low, gruff voice sounded behind him. For an instant, Remy froze, afraid he’d see the Wolverine behind him when he turned around. But when the heavy footfalls sounded as the man entered his room, he relaxed. Slightly.

“Bishop, mon ami. Didn’t t’ink I was speakin’ out loud.” Looking out the window, Remy could see the sun’s first morning rays. He really should be in bed by now. “Awful early in de mornin’ fo’ you t’be payin’ a call on ole Gambit. Cyke get a bug up his ass again, an’ call a sunrise Danger Room session?”

The detective-cum-time traveler-cum X-Man folded his arms and glared at Remy. “You should be so lucky. I may be an X-Man, but I’m still a cop, and that means I get to keep cop hours. As long as a crime’s in progress, I don’t sleep. So that makes you the bug up my ass.”

Remy held up his hands innocently. “Me? Mon frere, you wound Gambit! My t’ievin’ days long behind me. I jus’ out havin’ a good time at Harry’s, chattin’ up the bon filles an’ hommes lucky ‘nough t’get charmed by ole Remy.” He shrugged his overcoat off, artfully tossing it onto the nightstand…over the statue he’d filched, and started crawling onto the bed as shamelessly seductive as he could, making eye contact with Bishop as he did so. “Mebbe you get lucky dis mornin’, let Remy charm you. Take care o’dat mornin’ wood, make you a whole new person.”

He was only partially joking. A successful heist made Gambit as horny as a night on the town, and Bishop was a very attractive man. Remy had loved his long hair back when he first joined the X-Men, and didn’t think he was any less hot now that he was bald. The muscular build and dark skin appealed to all the things Remy liked in a man, all wrapped up in one powerful package. A package Remy’d kill to get his lips around.

Bishop’s face was granite, but Gambit knew he was having an effect. His uniform sported an impressive bulge already, and it was getting worse as time went by. ”You expect me to believe spent the whole night on the town, charming people out of their minds, and didn’t get laid once? By either sex?” Gambit shook his head ruefully. “Non. Remy try, he do his ver’ best, but de cust’mers, dey get all sexed up by Remy, go f’r each ot’er ‘stead o’him.” Remy made a show of peeling off his shirt and tossing it in the corner, and grinned inwardly. He hadn’t even started using his charm powers yet, and Bishop was already hornier than that poor policeman he’d hit with a full blast. Looks like you got a bigger jones for Remy dan you ever let on, Lucas. Mebbe it’s time I took care o’dat.

Bishop had stepped in, and closed the door behind him. “There’s no one else in here for me to go after. You try using the charm power, you know you’re gonna get the brunt of it.” Gambit slid off the bed, slunk up to Bishop, and put his hands on either side of the detective’s belt buckle. “What make you t’ink dat not exactly what Remy wants? He been a bad, bad boy tonight, Luke, an’ he need somebody t’show him right from wrong.”

Bishop grabbed Remy by the shoulders and, all other concerns forgotten, sharted forcing the Cajun down to the level of his waist. “You wanna throw cop clichés around all night, or do you wanna get laid?”

“Mmm, dat’s a tough choice.” Dextrous hands, thief’s hands, flew to Bishop’s belt buckle and unfastened it with the ease of a well-worn padlock. “Better give Remy a minute, mebbe t’ink this over some.” The detective wore no underwear; his immense manhood spilled out of his pants like a waterfall of ebony flesh, and Gambit smiled as he started working, using his charm power to reach into Lucas’s mind and turn the valve of sexual arousal until Bishop’s brain was inundated with it.

Remy let out a low, amorous groan as he looked at his handiwork, watching the big man’s cock grow in size and hardness until it was a massive shaft of dark meat, begging to have lips wrapped around it. Remy, being the obliging gentleman he was, took half the length into his mouth before relaxing his throat, gently bobbing his head back and forth as he strove to swallow the entire massive length of Bishop’s libidinous stalk. At times, he would pull almost entirely off the shaft, make absolutely sure Bishop was watching him, and then give his cock long, slow, loving licks, lapping at it like a cat with cream, before swallowing the entire length, until his nose was buried in Lucas’s pubic hair.

Bishop’s mind was awash in sensations, the only thing cohesive in his brain was the desire to take the thief and fuck him till sunset In a surge of energy, both men’s clothes were blasted from their bodies, disintegrated into tiny scraps, and he seized Remy by the shoulders again and threw him bodily onto the bed. Remy landed on his back, lifting his legs into the air as he grinned challengingly at Lucas. “Come on, den, homme. Give it to Remy good an’ hard, ‘cause Remy need it bad.”

Bishop was beyond words. He simply leapt animalistically onto the Cajun and punched his dripping cock into the begging asshole. Remy let out a scream of agony as the huge pillar was thrust into him without any lubrication or preparation, but the pain faded as Bishop’s fucking was spurred on by his charm power, which seemed to have taken on a life of its own, stoking not only Bishop’s fires, but his own as well. Both men were slaves to their sex drives, pounding and thrusting against each other as they grunted inarticulately, wordlessly begging each other for a desperate release, carried away in a current of animal ferocity that drove out all other concerns. There was only lust in their eyes, a passionate tide of need that penetrated both men, driving them further and harder than the most grueling Danger Room session as they fucked each other mercilessly. Gambit clung to Bishop’s sweaty back as the big man drove him into the mattress, crying out in frantic pleasure as his own cock grew stiffer and harder. He’d never meant it to get as carried away as this, but Bishop was that damn sexy, that driven and urgent in his need.

For his part, Bishop grabbed hold of Gambit’s thighs and bodily lifted him up off the bed, kneeling and leaning back so that his cock could better penetrate the depths of the Cajun. Remy felt himself impaled, fucked deeper than ever before, and he threw his head back and screamed in absolute, exquisite joy at the sensation. The thief’s fingers scrambled over Bishop’s body, clinging to every surface they could find, and he felt the buildup in his body that would only mean one thing.

“Bishop…ah, merde…I’m gonna…Gambit gonna…AAAAHHHHH!” Remy’s hair flew wildly as he tossed his head back and let out a scream of ecstasy as his body spasmed wildly, his cock spewing geysers of seed to coat both him and Bishop as they thrust together in frantic abandon, until Bishop himself let out a grunt of release and started shooting his load deep into the Cajun, blast after blast, until Gambit felt so full he didn’t think he’d ever walk again. Long seconds passed like that, both men locked in the grip of earth-shattering orgasms, before they finally collapsed together on the bed, covered in sweat and semen, and gasping desperately for breath.

Finally, after a long exhalation, Bishop got up and walked out, aware of his nudity but unable to do anything about it. Gambit started cleaning up the mess that had been his room, but stopped when he pulled his duster off the mantle.

The statue he’d stolen still shone there, pale and beautiful in the morning sun. But where the penis had been rampant and erect before, now it was quiescent, and the face of the angel, while still joyous, was much more placid and calm now.

Gambit looked at this for a long time, and then laughed as he remembered the legend of the statue…the reason he’d stolen it in the first place. “De Idol of Eros, Greek god o’lust. Priests o’de church of Aphrodite placed a blessing on de idol, so dat anyone who possessed it would have de power to make anyone dey want desire dem above all other concerns. Always wanted t’see how it’d work wit’ de ole charm power. Now I know”

Stashing it away in his wall safe, Gambit cleared off the bed and climbed in, pulling the windowshades as he lay back, completely naked, for a good day’s sleep.

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