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DISCLAIMERS: I own nothing in here and I make no profit from this work of fanfiction. The Rules for this challenge are:
1: Has to have three slash
pairings, at least one female. (Bonus points if you have the Professor have a
sex change/be a transvestite.)
2: Scott has to be
homophobic.
3: Jean has to be like the
one on InterNutter's XMEC.
4: Somebody has to catch Rogue
with a remote controled blue vibrator.
5: You have to use the
phrases
'It won't fit! It's just
too tight!'
'Guah? Oh, it's just you
(insert name). ...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!'
'I can think of another use
for that fish.'
'Think Scott likes cherries
or bananas better?'
6: Put the above rules on
it if you decide to do it. Just give Kurt-Muse the credit, he inspired this
twisted idea.
Here ya go, Vamp�.
;)

Kitty clutched
her pillow tight over her face, trying to drown out the annoying noise coming
from across the hall. �I swear,� she
muttered to the empty room, �if that�s Rogue�s alarm clock, I�m gonna kill
her!� The noise was steady and faint,
just loud enough to niggle at Kitty�s subconscious, just loud enough to keep
her awake. �Damn it all!� she finally
growled, throwing the pillow aside and rolling to her feet. She phased out of the door to her room and
nearly launched herself directly into Rogue�s room when a flash of red caught
her eye. �Bugging you, too, Jean?�
�Kind
of�� the older girl shrugged. �I�m getting her emotional overload from her
and it�s keeping me up��
�Really? What�s wrong with her?� Kitty quirked a brow, her blood lust dying
down with the idea something could be wrong with Rogue.
Jean looked
mildly confused. �Well, I get a lot of
guilt�and spikes of happy��
�Huh.� Kitty yawned against her will and shook her
head. �Well, I don�t care what she�s
doing! That damn noise is ruining my beauty sleep.� Without a second thought, she phased into Rogue�s room only to
stumble out a moment later, wide eyed and red faced.
�Kitty! What�s wrong?� Jean shook her slightly and snapped her fingers in Kitty�s ears,
trying to get a response. �Kitty��
�Rogue�blue�gah!�
�What?�
Kitty shook
herself. �Shhh�come see�� Kitty took
Jean by the hand and phased them into Rogue�s room. Kitty squeezed Jean�s hand and pressed a finger over her own
lips, indicating that they needed to keep quiet. The noise they had heard was considerable more noticeable in
here, along with a faint sighing and soft moaning.
Jean was
hit upside the head with realization. Kitty,
is she�
Kitty
nodded, somewhere between embarrassed and intrigued. Before them, on her bed, Rogue was laying on her back with her
knees drawn up and eyes closed, a small white box in one hand some something
distinctly blue and noisy inserted in a very interesting area.
What
the hell is she using?
Kitty
smirked. Remote control, she mouthed
to Jean. Kitty�s initial embarrassment
was receding and her interest was rising.
She had often wondered how Rogue dealt with sexual frustration, since
she could not very well go out and shag the first guy she saw. Kitty bit her lip and let go of Jean�s hand,
stepping to one side just enough to get a better look at what Rogue was
doing. All traces of sleep forgotten,
she was finding herself very close to being aroused. Behind her, Jean was very nervous. Kitty! What if she
catches us? We can�t be here�
Kitty
shrugged. Rogue�s increasingly frequent moans, directly correlated with her
adjusting the controls to her toy, were sending spikes of surprising lust
straight to Kitty�s groin. This is
so, like, weird�I don�t want to get caught but I really want to watch her� Rogue was breathing loudly then, one hand
stealing to a hardened nipple to tweak and twist, making her back arch as her
body flushed red with arousal. Kitty
took another step forward and nearly squeaked aloud when she felt a hand close
on her shoulder. Jean was behind her,
tugging her back into the shadows near the door, shaking her head in
near-panic. With a small sigh, Kitty
phased them back into the hallway.
�Spoilsport,� she pronounced when they were clear of Rogue�s
hearing.
�Kitty! We
can�t just go around spying on people in�intimate moments! What do you think Rogue would�ve said if she
caught us?�
�Hopefully,
�Want to join?� � Kitty mumbled, feeling distinctly frustrated. �Jean, it�s not like we were doing it on purpose��
�Yes we
were�we stood there while she�and did�I mean�IT WAS BLUE!� she finally said,
almost too loudly.
�Oh, like
you�ve never used one!� Kitty
smirked. She had a very good idea that
Jean had never even been near any sort of sex toy but she felt like goading the
older girl. Something to get rid of
this pent up frustration�hey�I wonder if Jean�I mean, I never, but there�s
always a first time, right?
Jean drew
herself up straight and looked down her nose at her friend. �I�ll have you no that I�ve never even done that,
with or without�spare parts.�
Kitty felt
her jaw drop. �Pardon me?�
Jean felt a
dull flush creep up her neck as she responded, �I�ve never�.been self
gratifying.�
�Why not?�
Kitty said, the words falling out of her mouth before she could stop them.
�Never felt
the need��
�Liar!� She grabbed Jean�s arm again and dragged her
across the hall back into her bedroom.
�How else do you know what you like when you�re with a guy?�
�I�ve never
been with a guy��
�Scott?
Duncan?�
�No and
no�� Jean shrugged, attempting to look
nonchalant. �You?�
�Um�who do
you think?� Kitty rolled her eyes. �Blue, sexy and fuzzy?�
�You and
KURT? I didn�t even know you were
dating!�
�Well,
dating, fucking like bunnies�whatever.�
Kitty shrugged. �It�s
weird. Don�t ask�� Her voice was muffled as she dropped to her
knees and fished under her bed for something.
�I think it�s time you had remedial sex ed.� With a happy noise, she popped up with a shoebox, tied closed
with pink ribbon. �This will be the
syllabus.�
�Kitty�� Jean had a flash of what Kitty was thinking
and it unsettled her at the same time it titillated her. �I don�t think this is a good idea.�
�Jean,
we�re friends. I won�t tell�besides, I
have to say, Rogue look hot as hell and I know I�m not getting back to sleep
unless I release some of this tension!�
Jean�s
brows drew down in uncertainty. �Kitty,
are you suggesting that I, um, do that?
In front of you?�
Kitty
chuckled, opening the box and dumping it�s contents out on the bed. �Kurt doesn�t even know I have these�though
I bet he�d like to!�
Jean felt a
sudden sense of vertigo. Between her
and Kitty on the bed were three phallic objects, pinkpink (Typical of Kitty�came
the oddly detached thought), one clear blue and one green. Each had various textures and one was remote
controlled, like Rogue�s. �Kit, this is
too weird. I�m gonna go to bed and
we�ll pretend that this never happened, okay?�
She had
half-risen when Kitty�s hand came to rest lightly on her wrist. �Are you scared?�
�No!� She sat back down and after a moment�s pause
said, �Well, a little�Kitty, I never knew you were interested in girls��
She
laughed. �I�m not. Not really.
Just feeling particularly frustrated at the moment and, to be honest,
curious. What can it hurt? Besides, you need to learn how to do this on
your own�consider it a hands-on lesson.�
�Why do I
need to learn how to do this?� Jean
stiffened then, Kitty�s hand slowly wending it�s way up her arm.
�Because if
you don�t, one day you�ll explode.�
Kitty had reached her shoulder and was tracing intricate patterns on
Jean�s bared skin, making the older girl shiver involuntarily.
�I need a
drink!� Jean said suddenly, leaping to her feet and dislodging Kitty�s
hand. �Some ice water��
�I�ll come
down with you. I could use something to
eat�� Jean failed to notice the double
entendre but sighed in resignation as Kitty followed her to the kitchen, their
silence broken only by the sound of bare feet on marble and wood floors.
Jean felt Kitty�s eyes her the
whole way down the stairs and into the kitchen, an uncomfortable thought
occurring to her. Is she staring at
my ass? She hurriedly retrieved a glass and some ice, filling it with water
as Kitty fished in the fridge for a snack.
Jean was taking small sips as Kitty
procured a banana, a sound of triumph muffled by the refrigerator door. Kitty made a great show of peeling the fruit
slowly, making small noises in the back of her throat as if it were the most interesting
thing she had seen in years. Jean felt
her gaze riveted to Kitty, her glass held halfway between her lips and the
counter as she watched her friend peel the fruit then lick her lips, smiling. �You know, Jean, I�m sure it�s really not
that bad.
�You know, I think he could use a
good blow job�might help dislodge that stick from his ass��
�Kitty!�
Kitty took a large bite out of her
banana. �Which do you think Scott likes
better? Cherries or bananas?�
Jean caught the double meaning that
time. �I am so not answering
that.� She turned on her heel to leave
but was stopped by a soft hand on her arm.
�Kitty�Mph!� Kitty�s hands stole around Jean�s neck and her fingers pressed
and kneaded there, making Jean murmlighlightly as she was the one to deepen the
kiss, surprising herself and Kitty. One
moment, Jean was pressing her lips to Kitty�s, the next, she felt her own
tongue dart out and lave her friend�s lower lip, her teeth nipping gently until
Kitty parted for her. Jean tasted Kitty�s mouth, first tentatively then more
boldly, feeling her friend press against her, her tongue tangling with Kitty�s,
the warmth from their mouths spreading through their bodies.
Kitty pulled away first, catching
her breath. �Jean��
�I think,� the red head said,
slightly out of breath, �this could be a good idea�� Kitty did not give her time to second-guess herself. She had been thinking of this solidly for
the past half hour and already knew exactly what she wanted to do. She closed her mouth over Jean�s again,
stepping forward to press Jean back against the counter. Jean did not fight her this time, readily
hopping up onto the surface and parting her knees so that Kitty could stand
closer, their mouths still locked together and hands now roaming freely
anywhere they could reach. Kitty broke
the kiss and grinned only slightly devilishly at Jean. Before the red head could ask what she was
about, Kitty pressed a wet kiss to Jean�s breast, covered only by her thin
cotton nightshirt. Jean gasped at the
sensation as Kitty began drawing on her nipple, first gently, then with
increasing pressure as it became obvious her friend was enjoying it. The older girl sank her fingers into Kitty�s
hair, her body thrumming with excitement and the feeling of doing something
forbidden. The idea they could get
caught at any moment was only increasing Jean�s arousal. This, she thought, is definitely
not so bad. Kitty had switched to
the other breast and one hand was now making it�s way up Jean�s thigh. Her mind was a pleasant haze; she knew what
Kitty was going to do and all traces of nervousness were gone. She shifted to give Kitty better access and
stifled a gasp as shlt tlt the first feather-light touch on her damp curls. �Kitty�� she murmured.
�Shhhh�.� Kitty smiled against Jean�s breast and breathed shallowly, trying
to control her own rising desire. Her
fingers found Jean�s core and began a gentle exploration, stroking softly then,
finding the tight bud of arousal, more firmly, making Jean mewl softly as
Kitty�s fingers grew wet from her responses.
Jean shifted again and Kitty felt her fingers slide into Jean�s
entrance, tight and untouched, making both girls pause in surprise. Jean�s eyes flew open and she looked like
she was going to panic so Kitty did the one thing she was sure would change her
mind. I mean, I love it when Kurt
does it�and I hear all the other girls like having it done�so why not? With one swift movement, she dropped to her
knees and pushed Jean�s nightshirt out of the way. Kitty kissed the inside of Jean�s thighs, still rubbing her
center as she worked her way to the apex of her thighs, kissing and licking,
making Jean writhe on the countertop.
At the first touch of Kitty�s tongue on her core, Jean cried out,
clapping one hand over her mouth in surprise.
Kitty was shaking herself, more from desire than shock, as she mimicked
what Kurt had often done to her, nipping and laving until she felt Jean
contract around her fingers, the red-head mewling loudly and moisture soaking
Kitty�s fingers and mouth. Slowly, she
withdrew her hand and dropped several small kissed on Jean�s mons Venus, the
older girl still shuddering as Kitty stood.
�Well,� the younger girl said after a moment.
�Yeah,� Jean sighed. �Well.� She slid herself from the counter
and smiled shakily at her friend. �That
was�an education��
Kitty sighed and smiled. �Yeah�but I still have to�um�attend to
matters.� She opened the fridge and
stared at the contents, searching for her bottle of apple juice.
Jean bit her lip. �Um, want me to help?�
Kitty grinned to herself. �Sure!
I need a drink first�� Her eyes
fell on the can of whipped cream. �Um,
want to try something?� she asked,
holding it up for Jean to see.
�Food? During� really?� Jean raised a brow. �That just doesn�t sound sexy. �I can think
of another use for that fish,� � she said in a mock-male tone, making Kitty
laugh.
�Trust me�whipped cream is
sexy. C�mon, I�ll show you��

Scott felt sick as the giggling
girls traipsed by him, neither noticing him in the dark of the rec room. He was hunched in the wingback chair, knees
drawn almost to his chest as he struggled to make sense of what he had just
seen. JKittKitty�no! Oh, God�I�m gonna vomit. The sight of Kitty, her head between Jean�s
thighs, revolted and aroused Scott. In
fact, he was not sure what made him feel more sick�the sight of Jean and Kitty
together, or the fact he was turned on by it.
�Why, Jean, why did you do that?� he said into the darkness.
�You okay in there?� a voice asked from the direction of the
foyer.
�Who tol� you dat lie, homme?� Remy
asked, his voice low and dangerous. �Dey
be no set rule to who you attracted to, who you love��
Scott shuddered, feeling Remy�s
anger. �Fine, I did find it a little�a
lot�of a turn on�but it�s just� wrong!�
An idea came to Remy then. �Homme, you jealous!�
�What? Never!�
�Yeah! You jealous�� Remy
grinned then, not his devil-may-care, I�m-a-sex-god grin, but a highly amused,
I-know-something-you-don�t-know grin. He advanced on Scott, backing him towards
the pool tables with a finger pressed to the shorter teenager�s chest. �You want ta be de one wid yo� head between
Jean�s thighs�you want ta be de one wid yo� fingers inside her, eh? An� you
want ta be de one ta fuck her�you don� want her to be likin� what Kitty do ta
her cuz you be tinkin�, mebbe she not like men after all�mebbe she like Kitty
an� Kitty like her�Lemme tell ya, homme�Kitty may lihat hat dey jus� did, but I
share a wall wid Kurt�s room�ain�t no way she givin� him up��
Scott felt the pool table hit the
back of his legs. �Remy, back off�� The Cajun was bare inches from Scott, the
scent of cigarettes and cognac mixing with Remy�s natural smell and cologne,
not unpleasant at all. Somewhere in the
back of Scott�s mind, a comment Jubilee made once about how Remy smelled �yummy�
popped in. Well, he doesn�t smell
bad�kinda nice, actually�stop it Summers!
Remy smirked then and pressed
harder against Scott�s chest with his finger.
�Non. I not be movin� no where
till you admit you jealous an� you say dat it not be wrong ta fin� someone a de
same sex attractive��
�No! Don�t be crazy��
Remy pressed closer, making Scott
lean back. �Say it.�
�Remy, back off�� Scott grabbed Remy�s hand and attempted to
push him off his chest but found himself pinned to the pool table, his hands
pressed against the railing by Remy�s. �Ow!�
�Wuss.�
�I�m not saying it�� Scott felt a spike of fear in his
belly. Remy was pressed up against him,
rubbing in some very sensitive areas in the process. Scott felt arousal building and willed it to go away. That�s not right�it�s just a normal
reaction to rubbing that area�I don�t find this arousing at all�
Remy noticed. Not like I ain�t ever done dat afore�course,
he weren�t no where near as pretty as Scott here�With a slow grin, Remy
released one of Scott�s hands and dragged his fingers across the younger boy�s
stomach. �I be tinkin� you might need
ta expand yo� horizons, mon ami.�
�What the Hell do you mean?� Scott�s arousal went from mild to full-on,
raging erection in about three seconds.
I�m going to die now.
�Dis Cajun boy be tinkin�, you fear
what you don� know�you be afraid a� de more�ah�interestin� perspectives on sex
cuz you never experienced �em�� He was
making deft work of Scott�s button-fly jeans.
Scott was shaking visibly. �Don�
be scared�jus� yo� ol� frien� Remy��
�Don�t�please�.� Scott said, his
voice breaking as Remy�s fingers found his throbbing erection. He gasped as the older youth�s half-gloved
hand moved to grasp his length, making him pulse in his palm. �Oh�.�
Remy sighed, his smile fading to a
bare twitch of the lips. �It be okay,
Scott�jus� gimme thirty second an if you want me ta stop, jus� say de word, d�accord?�
Scott felt himself nod as if he had
no control over his own body. Remy went
to work then, pushing Scott�s pants down quickly and setting to stroking his
length, murmuring in his hear nonsense phrases in Creole and English, rubbing the
bead of moisture that appeared at the end of his arousal into the soft skin
there, making Scott moan aloud. �Jus sometimes it be nice ta be wid a friend, eh?� Remy chucked him on the shoulder. pan>pan>�I�m gonna order a pizza. Want some?�
Scott shook himself. �Um�yeah�
I guess so�� This is the weirdest
night of my life� He followed Remy
into the kitchen, wondering how he could proposition his friend now�

�Something wrong, Charles?� Logan�s
voice rumbled in the dark room.
�Well, not really wrong, per se�some
of our charges are just feeling�experimental tonight.�
�Sex or drugs?�
�Sex.�
�Well, then�we can�t really bust �em
on that, can we?� Logan rolled over and
propped himsup oup on one elbow. �Which
ones?�
Charles Xavier smirked a little,
looking up at Logan�s furrowed brow. �Scott,
Remy, Jean, and Kitty.�
�Which with which?�

�Does it matter?� Charles captured one of Logan�s hands in his
and rubbed the ever-present marks between his knuckles.
�If one of those boys has gotten at
Kitty��
�No, no�she and Jean�� Maybe now would be a bad time to tell him
about Kitty and Kurt�
�Hmmm�� Logan leaned over his paramour and grinned, a topic change
evident. �So�you gonna wear it?�
�It won�t fit! It�s just too tight!� Charles laughed.
�Oh, c�mon�I�d wear it for you��
�No, you wouldn�t. You detest lace.� The Professor reached over and tu on on the light, revealing his
nighttime attire for this romp with Logan.
The pink lace nightgown was already torn in several spots and the makeup
he had on was smeared badlpan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> �The thong
just wouldn�t work��
Logan sighed. �Okay, okay�maybe next time.�
�No, next time, it�s your turn to
dress up. You know what I like��
�Yeah, yeah�French maid. Got
it. Now c�mon�roll over for Daddy��
Even as he moved, Charles said, �I�m
going to pretend you didn�t just say that��
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