A/n: Okay. Just a random fic that came to me. As the sumarry stated it is a SLASH as in a MAN with a MAN. It's all fluff-a tiny bit of kissing but nothing hot and heavy..I don't do that- so please don't get y' knickers in a twist!
If you do not like slashes, Gambit (Remy LeBeau), or Iceman (Bobby Drake) turn away, because all flames will be put out by my fire bunny.
I own neither the Icecube nor the spicy Cajun, nor any other X-men who may pop up.
Reviews are appreciated, and I will put up the other little one-shots that go with this if I get a few!
Enjoy and forgive the crappy French, I'm working with an online translator.
Ragni!

Bobby was terrified. He shouldn't be, it was only Gambit. He had simply asked Bobby if he wanted to join in on their game of poker. (Their meaning Logan, Remy, Hank, Storm and occasionally Scott.)

Bobby honestly sucked at playing cards, but any jokes would be in good humor, nothing cruel. But it had been Gambit who had invited him to play, what the hell did that mean? He really shouldn't worry, it was just a game of poker, but...

There had been an incident earlier and Bobby was sure Remy would bring it up just to get to him.

God, why the hell did I have to go running today? Why the hell did I say yes when he asked to run with me? God damn it!

"Ice-pop!" A voice growled, bringing Bobby from his frantic thoughts.

"Huh?" he asked, wondering if he'd been outed.

"Yer call." Logan was a little impatient. He'd lost ninety bucks to the Cajun and only won thirty back.

"Uhh..." Bobby looked at his hand. He may not have played cards well but he recognized the Dead Man's hand. How the hell did he end up with the Dead Man's hand? God if he won with that that's exactly what he would be! Dead, Logan would make sure of that himself. Three aces and two eights, god dammit today was NOT his day!

"I..uh..check." he stuttered out, agonizing now over the hand and not so much Remy and what had happened earlier.

And so they went around, Storm and Hank checking as well and Remy opening with twenty bucks. Logan met and doubled. Bobby met his bet, Storm and Hank folded and Remy met and doubled again.

Once more they went around none of them getting rid of cards. Finally when the pot reached one hundred and some dollars Remy showed his hand.

Pair of threes, not much. He had been hoping to bluff his way out of this hand but he was playing Logan.

Logan motioned for Bobby to set his hand down, and when the three aces and two eights were reviled jaws dropped. Logan threw his cards down, swore and asked how the hell he had cheated.

Bobby's eyes went wide when Remy assured him he hadn't cheated, and pushed the pile of cash towards him. Jaw opened he blinked, in shock that he actually won a hand, and not a measly dinky one either.

"Umm..what did I just do?" he asked, hoping he could convince them that he had no idea what he did. Patiently Hank and Remy explained what exactly it was he did, while Storm tried to ease Logan's bruised ego. He had lost how much money that night? Most of it to Bobby Drake? That didn't make sense!

"Okaaayy...I won?" Bobby asked, still shocked as from somewhere a camera came out and took a picture of this. A page for the history books, Robert Drake won a hand in poker in which the pot was over a hundred dollars while playing with Gambit and Logan.

"Oui mon ami, an' it looks like Wolvie ain't t' happy wit' y'." Remy looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, it was almost midnight and he wanted to go out. "'Eh Logan. Y' want t' try an' win some of it back at pool?" Remy offered, knowing that the man would win all of it back and then some. Logan shrugged and gave a grunt. Surprisingly he didn't want to go out. He was pissed.

"Okay, jus' askin'." Remy gave him a look that was hard to read, but got a point across none the less.

Everyone decided to retire for the night, except Bobby and Remy. Bobby was still in shock that Logan hadnt' killed him. Remy just wasn't tired.

They moved from the kitchen to the large airy lounge next to it. There they sat, watching some movie about vampires from Louisiana. The only appealing thing was the handful of almost indecently dressed women. Not that Bobby was paying any attention to the movie, he was wondering if/when Remy was going to bring up earlier. Remy said nothing, just stared idly at the screen.

"Rober', y' got somet'in' t' say, say it." Remy eyes never left the screen, but he wasn't paying any more attention that Bobby was.

"Um...it's nothing." Bobby flushed a little, seeing Remy turning to look at him.

"Y' still tryin' t' figure out how y' got dat hand, neh?"

Mutely he nodded. Not what he was thinking but...

"I gave it t' y'. Don' worry, if Logan tried somet'in' we'da stopped him." Remy's lips quirked slightly at the look on Bobby's face. "Dieu, y' don' get out much do y'?"

He shook his head no, and dropped his gaze from those beautiful, alien eyes...Wait beautiful?

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit! Where is this coming from?

Er, he knew where it was coming from, he just didn't know why it was with REMY all this was happening.

"Bobby?"

Oh god he used his name, shit! Why did he have to say his name with that voice of his? Shit!

"Bobby, homme, y' alright? Don' need t' get Henri do I?" Remy was worried, Bobby was getting kinda pale.

"uh..I'm..uh Fine...Fine!" he stuttered, feeling his face turn bright red. He gave a little nervous laugh and tried to make a joke about the movie but Remy just gave him a look of doubt.

So he turned his attention back to the movie.

"Bobby."

Focus on the movie, not Remy. Focus on the movie, not the sexy Cajun next to you. The movie not Remy.

"Bobby." Remy said with a little more force. The normal Remy, the casual I dont' give a shit one way or the other look was gone, and so was juvenile Bobby.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you looking at me?" his voice was lightly accented his words clean. Damn Bobby hated when he did that, always made him feel unsure...

"Ummm.." Bobby forced out trying to look at the Cajun next to him. "Uhh..."

"Right. Desolee, y' don' want t' be 'round me...I got it. Don' gotta say it." Remy muttered, looking a little hurt, getting up.

"Wait!" Bobby grabbed Remy's wrist. Holy crap he just grabbed Remy's wrist! "Wait, Remy, it's not that...I-I.." his voice died when those eyes locked into his, seeing his answer reflected back in them.

"Don' got t' worry, I won' say anyt'in'. Let go of m' wrist will y'?" Remy sat back down, eyes still locked with Bobby's. Bobby swallowed hard, finding his stomach twisting itself into one huge knot.

"I..I'm sorry about before..earlier...I didn't...I mean, you...I..." he stuttered himself to a stop, face baking. How exactly do you apologize to a teammate for getting caught up in a moment and kissing him again? Did Scott cover that? No, Bobby was sure Scott left homosexual relationships alone during all of his talks. Er, what would he say? What would all of them say?

Wait, why was he thinking relationship?

Oh god his head was starting to hurt!

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why are y' sorry? Don' see anyt'in' t' be sorry f'." Remy smiled a little, giving Bobby a seductive look.

"Y-you?" He stuttered out, the only word he could form. Remy nodded and grinned, this was actually kinda amusing, in a cute, innocent sorta way.

"Oui. Y'?"

"I-I-I...yeah..." he finally stuttered out. Why the hell was he stuttering? And where were his jokes?

As Bobby searched for something clever to say, and Brad Pitt sliced another vampire in half on the TV, Remy leaned in and brushed his lips against his. Bobby gasped, surprised at what Remy did. He moved away, feeling stupid but not for long as Iceman leaned back in and re-initiated the kiss.

They pulled away eventually, breathless, Bobby's head spinning more than it had been before. Remy, womanizing Remy, was gay? Or at least Bi? There goes the world as he knew it..but then again he himself was bi so...

"So..." Bobby said, to no one in particular, just trying to keep the silence away.

"Oui?"

"Umm..what does this mean?"

"Anyt'in' y' want."