Disclaimer: I don't even think I was alive when X-men was first made, so do you think it's mine.
Warning: Like all of my stories, this is going to be full of sex, swearing, and violence.
A/N: This is my first x-men fanfic, so please be gentle.
Chapter 1: A New Student
The mansion was abuzz with activity and excitement. Professor Xavier was returning from a week long trip, and supposedly was bringing a new student with him. The students were all curious to find out about this kid that the Professor personally went to get. There had to be something really special about them.
All of the students were in class, or were supposed to be, when the Professors old Bentley pulled up outside of the school. The teachers who currently didn't have a class, excluding Wolverine who never had a class, were waiting in the front hallway to welcome him home. But also to see the new student.
When he entered, the Professor was followed by a young boy with cinnamene colored hair, who refused to look anywhere but at the floor. He had a lanky appearance and the cloths he was wearing, while being about three sizes to big, were thread bare.
"Everyone." the Professor said, effectively getting everybody's attention. "This young man is Remy LeBeau, and he will be joining us here for a while."
"It's Gambit." the boy said in defiance, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag while doing so. It was clear that this boy didn't really want to be here right now, or ever for that matter.
"Jean, would you show young Gambit to his room. It's the one by Logan's room. Thank you."
"Yes Professor." she said and walked over to where the young boy was standing. "Would you like me to take your bag?" Jean asked, but the boy only pulled his bag closer to himself. "Okay then. Follow me."
The cinnamon haired boy followed quietly behind her. When he was walking past Logan, he bumped into him. "Sorry." he said, locking his unusual red and black eyes with the older mans brown ones.
When Jean and Remy were out of hearing distance, the professor once again gained everybody's attention. "Now I want you all to be careful with this one. He has spent the last few years on the street. He is a skilled thief."
Upon hearing this several of the teachers tried to protest his presence, but Charles wasn't having any of that. "Now, now, this young man has had a hard life, and I want you all to treat him like you would any other student."
It wasn't long before Jean returned and several of the other teachers left. The only ones remaining were; Jean, Ororo, Scott and Logan. They remained because the Professor had something of importance he wanted to tell them.
"Now there is something else I want you to know." he said with some hesitation. "There were other things that this young man had to do to survive, aside from picking a few pockets."
Storm stared at him in shock for a few moments. "You mean he..."
"Yes. He has sold himself several time. Now I just wanted you four to know to help you understand him better. However I do not wish for any of the other teachers to know. They already don't want him to be here."
"We understand Professor." Storm said flatly.
Charles picked up on her unrest. "Is there something the matter Ororo?"
"No Professor." she said giving a weak smile. "It's just that he is so young. To have to go through what he has. It just doesn't seem fair."
Suddenly everything was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "Ah the Pizza is here." Logan said with a grin. When everyone looked at him questioningly, he shrugged. "It's my turn to prepare dinner tonight and I'd rather not expose the kids to my cooking. Thought it was for the best."
He exited Xavier's office and headed straight for the front door. When he opened the door, there was a poor boy holding ten boxes, looking like he was about to drop them. "How much?" Logan asked the struggling boy.
"The bill, ah, the bill is "45.78." the young boy said passing the boxes off to Scott.
Logan reached into his pocket to get his wallet, only to notice it wasn't there. He checked all of his pockets before figuring out that it was missing. It was then that he remember a certain little thief had bumped into him earlier.
Growling, he turned around and headed up the stairs. "I'll be back." he practically barked. He stalked down the hall, straight to the new students room, which happened to be placed right next to his.
He knocked on the door, only to have it opened moments later by a boy with the most innocent look on his face. "Professeur."
"Where is my damn wallet?" Logan said viciously, proving how he got his nickname Wolverine.
"I don know what you talking bout sir. Oh Ah see. The Professor tell you Ah a thief, an the firs ting that does missin you blame on poo me." the young boy, who had a strong Cajun accent, said, acting as if he was offended.
"Nice try Bub. But I can smell my wallet on you."
Sighing, the young boy walked over to his bed and picked up the wallet in question, then threw it to his teacher. "Nottin interestin in it any way."
He just got here, and already Logan couldn't stand the kid. But no matter how much the boy annoyed him, he couldn't let him go hungry. "You better get to the dinning room. Dinner will be ready in about five minutes." And with that he left the room.
Dinner began like usual. All the student attacking the food like they hadn't eaten in days, and the teacher chatting about the latest news on the mutant registration bill. The only thing different was the silent boy sitting beside Logan, much to the older man's annoyance. He didn't say anything to anyone, but continued to stare quizzically at his slice of pizza.
When the Professor noticed that Remy wasn't eating, he became a bit worried. "Mr. LeBeau, is there something wrong?" When the young boy shook his head, Charles pressed on. "You haven't touched your food. If you don't like it, we could get you something else."
By this point, everyone was staring at the new student, making him very self concise. "Non, It not that. Ah just never had this before." Remy felt rather embarrassed when other started to laugh and giggle at him and his accent.
He felt very out of place. Usually he had no problems with being self confidant, sometimes even border lining arrogance. Now, however, everything was completely different.
Averting his eyes from all the strangers, he picked up his slice of pizza and took a small bite out of it. He smiled, liking the taste, and nodded when the Professor gave him a questioning look. "Good." he said taking another hungry bite.
When all the others went back to eating, he innocently patted Logan's thigh, much the way a child would do to his mother in hopes of getting attention. When the older male looked at him, Remy smiled. "Professeur, would you pass the hot sauce (1) s'il vous plaît."
He could hear several girls giggling as he accepted the hot sauce. "Merci." He turned back to his food, and poured the red liquid on it. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned his head to see a girl staring back at him.
"My name's kitty." she said rather enthusiastically.
"Gambit." he said, staring blankly at her.
"So," she said smiling. "You speak french?"
He just nodded and turned back to his food, and took another bite. He whipped the grease that was running down his chin on a napkin when he heard her ask him to say something else in french. Swallowing his food, Remy turned and looked the girl straight in the eye. "Volez vous..." but he was cut off by Professor Xavier.
"I would appreciate it if you did finish that sentence Mr. LeBeau." the older man said with an air of indifference.
Gambit nodded at professor, before turning back to the girl. "Je ne voudais pas jambon."(2) he said curtly, and once more went back to eating.
The rest of dinner went off without a hitch, and all the students were enjoying their free time before lights out. The new boy, however, didn't seem to be enjoying himself too much. He was surrounded by, at least, half a dozen girls, all of which were asking him questions. Now usually this wouldn't have bothered him, he was in fact a bit of a ladies man, but these girls were sending of feelings at a hundred miles a minute, and it was starting to give him a headache.
So when Logan walked past the group, Gambit took it as his chance to escape. He looked at the girls, and gave them his most charming smile. "Ahm very sorry, but there's someting ah have to talk to Professeur Logan 'bout." and with that, he walked away from the group.
The redhead followed the older man upstairs, and was met by a closed door, when he reached his destination. He knocked on the wooden doorframe, before he heard a gruff voice call out. "Come In." And come in he did. He opened the door, and rested on the frame that he had just knocked on not even a full minute before.
When Logan realized who it was, he didn't even bother to hide his hostility. "What do you want?"
Acting shy, Gambit bit his bottom lip. "Professeur, can we talk?" When he received a look from the older man, that clearly said that he didn't care, Remy closed the door and crossed the room. "You don't like me, do you?"
Logan rolled his eyes at the young boy. "No I don't. I think you're just another street punk that needs an attitude adjustment."
The young boy sat on the edge of the older mans bed. Letting a mischievous smirk play on his lips, he crawled up to Logan and straddled his hips. "That's a shame. But I'm sure I could find a way to persuade you to think differently." With that said, Gambit leaned forward and pressed his lips to those of the older man's.
Almost as soon as he initiated the kiss, the young red-head dropped his hands to rest on the older mans lap. He began to massage his teacher through his jeans as he continued to kiss him.
Just moments later the young boy pulled away from the kiss and stopped all his movements. "Did you like that?" When he received a grunt, which he took to mean no, he shock his head. "You really shouldn't lie Professeur. Ahm a empath. Ah can feel the pleasure radiating off o' you." Remy leaned in and once again began to kiss the older man. This time he moved his hands up to cup Logan's face.
It didn't take much to get Logan to comply with the younger boys wishes. This wasn't the kind of thing he usually did. Hell, he would never have thought about fucking around with a student, but whenever he would breathe in the young boys scent all thought left his mind. It was just intoxicating.
This euphoric state, however, was brought to a sudden end when, the young boy started to remove Logan's belt-buckle. He grabbed the redhead by the wrist, and broke away from the kiss. "Stop." The young boy either didn't hear him, or he didn't care because, just seconds later, he moved in for another kiss.
Logan didn't like that at all, and he pushed the boy away. "Listen here boy, I aint one of your customers."
When Remy realized what Logan was talking about, his eyes began to tear up. "How do you know 'bout that?" he asked, looking away from the other man. When he started to feel pity from the other man, his hurt quickly became anger. "So what if you know. You don' know notting 'bout me. Ah did what ah had to. So ah don' need your pity." And with that the little redhead ran out of the room.
A/N: So there's the first chapter. I really hope you like it. Oh, and sorry my grammar isn't to good. So tell me what you think. Criticism is appreciated as long as it's constructive.
(1) Oh yeah. If you're wondering about the hot sauce thing, I put it on my pizza (one of the many reasons my friends think I'm weird) so I decided that he would to.
(2) My french is a little rusty, but this means 'I don't want ham.' Or something like that.
Oh and one more thing. I am completely sorry for my poor attempt at writing Remy/Gambit's accent. I tied my best.