To Love A Swamp Rat

Remy headed straight for Hank McCoy's office. The blue-furred mutant known as Beast was hanging upside down from a bar on the ceiling, reading a thick book. From what he could read of the cover, Gambit thought it was something about astrophysics. "Pardon," he murmured to get the other man's attention.

Hank looked up, then closed his book and flipped onto the floor. "Ah, Gambit, what can I do for you?"

"Got a lil favor to ask, mon ami," he replied. "I need de scripts for Rogue's private Danger Room scenarios."

Beast's face went carefully blank. "I beg your pardon?"

The Cajun grinned. "Don't play dumb, homme. I saw her finishin' one, usin' my body. Don't Remy deserve to know when dat's de case? You know I ain't gonna do not'in to hurt de girl." He turned the charm on full.

Hank removed his glasses and polished them. "My apologies, but I cannot break my word to Rogue. I am sworn to secrecy." He paused, looking up. "And your powers of persuasion will not work against me, I'm afraid, so you might as well give up."

Remy sighed. "You too noble for yo' own good, Hank. Worth a try though, non?" He left, and Beast returned to his book.

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Of course, Gambit was far from defeated. He had a backup plan already, and started looking for the mutant he was betting could get his information. One he'd have a far better chance at convincing. A girl who could walk through walls would make short work of the Danger Room computer's security.

He found Kitty Pryde easily enough, asleep on the couch in the living room. She was on her side, facing the back of the couch, and he crept up to her to run a finger lightly up and down her back. She stirred, but didn't wake. He smirked and lay down behind her, spooning her body with his.

Shadowcat slowly awoke to the feel of warm breath on her ear and a firm male body at her back. At first her sleep-fuzzed brain assumed it was Peter, but that couldn't be right. He was a larger man than the one lying with her. And had gone back to Russia, besides. The hand at her waist moved upwards, the fingers brushing her body just below her breasts.

She turned her head, her blue eyes widening at the sight of the red-and-black ones looking back at her. "Gambit?" His lips were a breath away from hers, set in a sexy smirk.

"Oui, cher?" He whispered.

"W-what are you doing?" She stifled a moan as his hand moved back down, tantalizingly close to her groin.

"What it look like, petit?" His lips nearly touched hers now.

She swallowed hard. "Frankly, it looks like you're seducing me," she admitted. His mouth came down on hers, teasingly at first, then his tongue was slipping into her mouth to tangle with her own. He was every bit as skilled as she would have expected, and when he broke the kiss she was panting breathlessly.

Remy smiled charmingly. "Need a favor. I want de scripts to Rogue's secret Danger Room sessions. Bettin' you can get dem for me. I'll be very grateful, cher." He cupped her breast and squeezed once.

Kitty let out a soft moan. "Y-you know about those? Beast would be a better person to ask than me. He's got the passwords."

His thumb rubbed her hardening nipple through her uniform. "Tried dat. He wouldn't do it. And I t'ink I'll like payin' you back better anyway."

She shivered, feeling the wetness forming in her panties. "I'll try."

Remy grinned. "Gambit got every fait' in you, petit." He kissed her thoroughly and got up. He was gone for some time before Kitty could recover and move herself.