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Though, Marvel if you are reading this, please release X-men: Evo season 4 on DVD!

An: Well, this was meant to be a one-shot but some people asked for more, so here I am. I have thought about transforming this into a multi-chapter story but I'm the kind of person that I really need to be comfortable with characters to be able to write a lengthy story and I'm not really all the way their with Rogue and Gambit. This happens to be only my fourth attempt at writing a story with them.

Vocabulary words:

Deux: French: Two

Homme: French: Man

Deux

Passion, even when it erupts the wick of life into a burning frenzy it inevitably has to plateau, evaporate. Everything in this world, from a certain perspective seems fleeting. Cynical as it seems, Remy could find comfort in the fact that even though these passionate, teasing moments were indeed fleeting he'd have the mental pictures to get him through this lifetime.

Rouge.

Wait; no, scratch that.

His Rouge; beautiful face contorted in agony, begging for him to alleviate her lusty pain in the only form Gambit knew how.

True to Remy's own nature he found that he had captured exactly fifty-four images and shuffling through them quickly he saw brief flashes of different outfits, positions, situations but never penetration. Still, each image held a special faux tint to them that he could never really shake.

Subconsciously after the first illusion a small voice in the back of Remy's head had urgently reminded him of The White Queen's hand in all of this but he'd kindly told that voice to shut up during the more delectable hallucinations.

Gambit, still bound to his wooden chair sat with his eyebrows furrowed. Out of all the illusions the Emma Frost could have produced why she'd decided to turn Rouge's deep purpled colored lips into a grimace, when they could have been used more efficiently to serve him, was beyond comprehension.

Rouge.

No, Emma, the small voice reminded him.

Emma's frown deepened. "Ah, still don' see the poin' in commin' all dis way to rescue the likes of you, swamp rat."

A smirk painted Remy's sinfully handsome features, "Ah, dis be the rescue game now den, chere?" He asked, his red on black eyes trying desperately to fight off the darkness that threatened to take over his vision.

The artist formally known simply as Confusion, artfully painted its signature piece on Rogue's facial features. "W'at are yo' goin' on 'bout Cajun?" She demanded, placing her fisted, gloved hands on her voluptuous hips.

A low rumble of a laugh began to build deep within his chest and before Rogue could comment further Gambit's hypnotic eyes caught her green orbs. "Gettin' to be a bit careless or is dis be par' of de illusion?" His smirk bordering on a full on grin, "De locks were much simpler to get ou' of dis time."

In the time it took Rogue's eyes to widen by a fraction Gambit had leapt up out of his chair and had her arm pined to her back. "Like this Gambit say, very sloppy work, even for you chere." Remy commented while she struggled helplessly in his iron embrace. "So, what's it goin' to be dis time?" He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"What the hell are yo' goin' on 'bout? We, the X-men," Rogue reminded him, her voice hoarse. "Heard that the Hellfire Club were capturing innocent," She spat out the word. "Mutants related to Magneto, so we decided to investigate-" She froze, her explanation dying a very easy death in the deep reaches of her throat while a moan threatened to take it's place. "W-wha' the?" Her usual strong and confident voice quivered.

In the mist of her explanation Remy had cupped her breast.

For Rogue, touch was a deliberate, planned thing.

Unexpected contact always had lead to disaster so it was in Rogue's nature to be very carefully about her own body.

But, never in eighteen years of living had anyone who was fully aware of her ability ever deliberately touched her, much less palmed her in the most intimate of places. The simple touch, even over clothing, had rendered her almost speechless and quivering.

"Yo' still be on this Mags kick, huh chere," Gambit's free hand worked, massaging her left breast before his thumb and index finger slipped to pinch her hardened nipple. "Well, dis Gambit will tell you all," He grinned when he felt her shiver against him as he ran his hand down along her rib cage to her pelvis. "Everyt'ing he be plannin'," He stated, palming her, instantly his dexterous digits working her over thoroughly while her eyes couldn't help but widen. "Now give us a fuck," His husky voice demanded in her ear as he pushed his hard pelvis into her ample bottom. "Teased us for way too long," He muttered mostly to himself.

Right when Remy began to lower the zipper to her X-men uniform with his teeth did the door to his would be cell suddenly snap open, revealing a very pissed off feral looking man dressed in orange. "Logan," Rogue gasped out the moment his finger's paused.

"Dat be somet'ing new," Gambit absently commented before shifting his eyes to stare fearlessly into Wolverine's own wild ones. "Gambit's no' much into sharin', homme."

In that brief moment Rogue was sure she'd seen a single, solitary vein in Logan's eye burst.

Snick.

A growl ripped through the older man's throat, "Get your filthy hands off of her, bub." Before the feral man could pounce Rogue straightened up in her position and turned to place her lips on Gambit's stubbly cheek. The absorption started quickly and with a groan Remy released his hold on her before plummeting to the ground.

"You ok," Wolverine grunted out, making his way across the room as Rogue held her head at the onslaught of memories.

"Yeah," Rogue replied, blushing deeply afterwards shooting her burning eyes down at the Cajun lying at her feet. "Logan," She called. "I think," She paused. "He might just have swallowed his tongue."

Fin.

An: I hope you guys liked it, please find it in your heart to leave me a nice lil review!

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