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Chicks Dig the Fuzzy Dude	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 27547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 12: Chaos Theory

Over the next few weeks, an ancient, powerful mutant named Apocalypse, through his catspaw Mesmero, revived himself from his millennia-long slumber. In the process, he also manipulated Mystique’s desire to protect Rogue, leading the shape-shifter to once again use her adopted daughter. However, Apocalypse double-crossed Mystique, turning her own powers against her and locking her into a stony form. The rejuvenated ancient mutant then handily defeated the combined forces of the X-Men and the Acolytes – Magneto’s hand-picked elite henchmen – with barely a flick of his wrist.
Rogue struggled with the aftereffects of Mystique’s constant manipulation of her, shrugging off all attempts by anyone to console her. She even fought, bitterly, with Kurt about where to house the “statue” they’d salvaged, as well as whether they should even try to restore her. Despite Kurt’s appeals to her better nature, when the time to choose came, Rogue succumbed to her betrayal-induced rage and shoved the effigy of their mother off the bluff outside the Mansion, where Mystique shattered on impact.
Besides the bare minimum necessary in the Danger Room, they hadn’t spoken to each other since.
Staring out his window instead of doing his homework, Kurt sighed. His heart ached for the broken woman his mother had become, and for the broken woman his sister was becoming. His heart ached for the healthy relationships they had all been denied.
The young man’s thoughts shifted, somewhat unexpectedly, from his goth sister and former Brotherhood member to that group’s current goth member, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro’s twin sister. When he’d tried to infiltrate their house to retrieve his mother, the Scarlet Witch had spotted him; but she stayed her hand after he explained why he’d come. At his request, she’d even arranged a meeting with her mystic mentor, Agatha Harkness, on that fateful night when Rogue destroyed her and Mystique’s chance to reconcile. The usually-hostile witch had done him quite a favor, even if it hadn’t quite worked out, and he had yet to thank her for it.
A quick Internet search later, Kurt found himself with his phone to his ear, listening to the ring of the Brotherhood House’s land-line. He hoped to avoid the awkwardness of one of the male members answering – especially Toad, whom he still loathed for the stunt he’d pulled at the Seftons’ all those months ago. Part of him couldn’t believe, even with the ringing proving otherwise, that this number hadn’t been disconnected.
“Who’s this?” snapped a grouchy feminine voice on the other end.
“Wanda?” Kurt began, focusing on pronouncing her name correctly. “It’s Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler, from ze X-Men –“
“This better not be a prank call,” warned the witch, “or you’re in for a world of hurt.”
“Nothing of ze sort!” Kurt protested. “I vanted to thank you for trying to help me vit my mother. It vas a huge favor.”
A silent moment passed before Wanda answered: “I owed you for helping me with… whatever was going on at that ski resort. In fact, I still owe you for saving my life that other time.”
Kurt puzzled over that comment, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what she was referring to. “You do?” he finally managed.
“When my father revealed mutants to the world,” Wanda supplied, voice dripping with “you idiot” subtext. “The Sentinel destroyed the ledge I was standing on; you caught me.”
The half-forgotten memory rose to the surface. “Zat’s right; I remember now. Sorry – ze moment must’ve gotten lost in ze shuffle.”
Another silence lingered, and Kurt wondered what the goth girl was thinking. “It was a busy day,” she conceded. “Based on what I recently saw, during that stupid fake-hero crap the others tried to pull, you must save people a lot. It probably all blurs together.”
Kurt chuckled at the observation. “A little. It’s vhat ve X-Men do, after all.”
A third long silence ensued. Finally, Wanda’s voice returned. “When I’m not around to fuck it up, you mean.”
The young man’s brow furrowed at the young woman’s tone – if he didn’t know better, he’d call it “playful.” Is she flirting with me? he wondered. Kurt decided to find out by responding, “Zat’s true. Do you like making our powers backfire?”
“Most of the time,” Wanda answered bluntly. “Messing with you goody-goody X-Men is the only reason I hang around these Brotherhood losers.” Her tone now sounded defensive.
Kurt sat back in his chair, pondering. If Wanda didn’t want to talk to me, she could’ve hung up already, he reasoned. His next tack practically suggested itself: “Vhat did you mean, a moment ago, by ‘most of ze time’?”
From the other end came a soft hiss, as if between Wanda’s teeth. “I don’t like hexing you,” she replied softly; Kurt guessed she didn’t want the others to overhear that admission.
“Vhy not?” Kurt pressed, his curiosity piqued.
“I’m not answering that!” snapped Wanda, a little too quickly. Just as quickly, she added, “Not over the phone, anyway.”
A smile tugged at the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “Vhat about in person?”
Once again, silence ensued. Finally, the goth girl answered: “Come to the Brotherhood House tomorrow after school. Alone.”
Kurt laughed and, although the person on the other end couldn’t see, shook his head. “You’ll have to do better zan zat,” he teased. “Mystique pulled zat trick on me a little over a year ago, and ze Brotherhood nearly beat me to a pulp.”
“I’ll be alone too,” promised the Scarlet Witch. “No ambushes.”
Kurt hummed thoughtfully. “I vant to trust you, Vanda,” he told her, “But I need something a little more… concrete.”
The ensuing silence lasted long enough that Kurt wondered if the witch had hung up on him. “Fine,” she snapped. Before he could inquire what she planned, Kurt heard her yell, “PIETRO! You and your loser friends now have plans to hang out somewhere else after school until at least five-thirty! Capisce?!”
“Aw, Sweetums,” Kurt overheard Toad plead, “what’d I do this time?”
“For starters, you still call me that!” shouted Wanda. “Second, you’re still breathing!”
On his end, Kurt winced. Ever since that incident with the Acolytes, he’d hoped the goth girl might treat Toad at least a little nicer based on how hard the amphibian-like mutant had worked to get Wanda out of the trap Magneto had set for her. Apparently, that hadn’t happened.
Wanda’s voice on the line recaptured Kurt’s attention: “There. Satisfied?”
Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. “Zat easily?”
“They’re terrified of me,” she explained in a blasé tone, “and rightly so. They know if they don’t stay clear, I’ll hex them into oblivion.” Her already-cool tone then dropped until it registered somewhere between “icy” and “frigid”: “In Toad’s case, probably literally.”
This time, Kurt caused the extended silence as he pondered his options. Ultimately, curiosity about why Wanda might hate him the least of all the X-Men won out. “Alright, Vanda. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” he promised.
“Second floor. Red curtains. I’ll leave the window open for you to pop on up,” Wanda replied, her tone inscrutable. “I’ll be waiting.” The line went dead.
Kurt’s tail lashed as he tried to decide if he was looking forward to tomorrow… or dreading it.

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After school the next day, Kurt found himself standing outside the Brotherhood House, looking up at an open window with rich red curtains. He’d looked forward to this all day; now that he’d arrived, however, he questioned the sanity of this decision. Even at the best of times, Wanda embodied unpredictability, meaning he had no idea what to expect. What seemed at first like an invitation for friendly détente might prove merely pretense for the exercise of some sort of vendetta. Nonetheless, the mystery of Wanda’s intentions intrigued him.
With a deep, steadying breath, the furry mutant switched off his holo-watch. “Only one vay to find out,” he murmured to himself.
A moment later, Kurt materialized on Wanda’s windowsill. Her room seemed far more comfortable and well-kept than the rest of the house, though the interior aesthetic didn’t surprise him in the least: greys and reds of various shades accented an admittedly-tasteful amount of black. A small altar with candles, books, and jars sat conspicuously in one corner. “Knock knock?” he called into the empty room.
Across the room, the door leading into the house opened to admit the room’s usual occupant. “Lucky timing,” Wanda quipped. “I just finished putting on my makeup.”
Kurt’s eyes widened at the sight of her. Rather than her crimson bodysuit and trench coat, or her more-casual sleeveless shirt and black jeans, the goth girl had assembled a breathtaking outfit, one unlike any he’d ever seen her wear before. Wanda wore calf-high black leather boots festooned with numerous silvery studs; above those, on her legs, a dark pair of patterned tights, though he couldn’t make out the pattern at this distance; around her waist, a wide-pleated skirt, black with narrow red stripes in a loose gridwork; on her arms, some sort of black fabric sleeve, or long glove, that fastened around the middle finger and ran to a point halfway between elbow and shoulder; around her neck, a black leather choker with her favored symbol, the ankh. Her top – a crimson corset, trimmed top and bottom in black lace, the panels not quite meeting in front but held together with a loose latticework of jet-colored strings – seemed designed specifically to draw the eye to the deep vale of her bust, here visible from top to bottom.
With some effort, Kurt kept his eyes from lingering on Wanda’s cleavage, instead fixing his attention on her ice-blue eyes and the thin smile on her deep-red lips. “I didn’t see Lance’s jeep parked outside,” he observed. “Danke for keeping your vord.”
Wanda rolled her eyes. “Trickery isn’t my style. If I wanted to hurt you, I would,” she replied bluntly. “Now, come inside and close the window and curtains.”
Kurt complied. Once finished, he turned around to see Wanda sit on her bed and cross her legs. A brief glimpse of the fair skin of her thigh indicated he’d misidentified her legwear as “tights” rather than the more-accurate “stockings.” The young man smiled; he saw nowhere to sit other than the bed, but he couldn’t decide if that boded well or ill.
“Turning on the charm already?” the goth girl jibed in a droll tone. She patted the bed near her. “Join me; we have some things to discuss.”
During his approach, Kurt regarded Wanda’s sharp cheekbones and pointed chin, features which appeared all the more angular because of her hairstyle, with the sides and back shorn close to the skull and even the top portion cropped quite short. Her crimson eye shadow gave her eyes a certain sharpness, too, bolstered further by the points she’d drawn with her eyeliner. Only her lips seemed at all soft, though they defaulted to an expression Kurt had heard the other girls refer to as “resting bitch face.” As he sat beside the witch, he asked, “For example, vhy you dislike hexing me?”
“The answer is complex,” she warned him, now not quite looking at him directly. “First, as I mentioned on the phone, you saved my life when that Sentinel knocked me from that rooftop. Your life could’ve been easier if you had let me die, so it gnaws at me when I repay that kindness with hostility.”
“Any of us vould have,” protested Kurt. “I just got zere first.”
Wanda shook her head. “You’re the only X-Man who’s ever helped me in any meaningful way. Not just that day,” she added, “but also that day in the mountains, with… whatever my father was up to.” She shuddered, and her already-dour expression grew outright disgusted. “Even if it was that loathsome Toad’s idea.”
Kurt himself frowned. “It vasn’t a good veek for me, either,” he recalled. At his companion’s curious glance, he waves his hand. “I don’t vant to talk about it. I hoped you’d try to be nicer to Toad, at least.”
A sneer curled Wanda’s lip. “It’d be easier if he’d get it through his thick fucking skull that I’m not interested,” she grumbled. Her body spasmed in a brief dry-heave. “Let’s move on so I don’t think about him kissing me – under false pretenses, no less.”
“Jawhol,” Kurt agreed.
The goth girl glanced at him and started to speak, but she apparently changed her mind about her forthcoming comment. After a moment, she continued: “Second, there’s the fact that you’re Mystique’s son. Based on who my father is, I feel like we’re kindred spirits in a way.”
Kurt pondered that idea. “I suppose ve are. Rogue is her adopted daughter also,” he added, hoping to foster some goth-to-goth sympathy.
Wanda snorted, shooting down Kurt’s hopes on that front. “She didn’t move heaven and earth to try to help her, though.” Her expression softened into a not-quite-smile. “I really admire that you did.”
Ears pricking at her use of present-tense, the furry mutant leaned a little closer to the young woman. “Is zat vhy you let me leave vit Mystique’s statue ze first time?”
Wanda leaned closer too, and Kurt saw a faint, honest-to-God blush tinge her cheeks. “That’s right,” she murmured, “but there’s one more reason.”
From her tone, Kurt knew he’d read the signals correctly. “Vhat could zat be?” he fished. His tail lashed in anticipation of the answer.
Ice-blue eyes bored into him. “You’re handsome,” she answered bluntly. “I’ve never been attracted to anyone before, so it’s taken me awhile to understand it.”
The young man chuckles. “You’re not exactly surrounded by male models,” he pointed out.
“True, but I think it’s your weirdness, specifically,” the goth girl replied. “The blue fur, the elfin ears, the weird hands and feet, the tail,” she explained, leaning closer still. “The accent’s the only thing normal girls might like where I’d agree with them.”
Kurt beamed at that remark. “I think you’re pretty, too, in an unusual vay,” he replied, realizing the truth of the words as he spoke them. “Your eyes are so striking – mmph!”
Wanda had cut him off mid-sentence by grabbing his face, a bit roughly, and lunging forward for a hungry, if inexpert, kiss. Kurt let her lips explore for now, while taking her hands into his and lowering them. Wanda responded by nipping his lower lip before escalating the kiss to full-fledged tongue-wrestling.
The two teens continued making out like that for some time. Despite her obvious inexperience, Wanda maintained an aggressive intensity Kurt found himself hard-pressed to match. The young man nearly jumped out of his fur when he felt the young woman’s hand on the bulge of his groin, which she squeezed and rubbed experimentally.
Kurt left Wanda’s lips in favor of her neck, and her gasps of delight drove him to continue. He considered nibbling her ears, but the extensive array of piercings promised mouthfuls of unpleasant metallic flavor. Instead, he traced the slope of her bare shoulder.
“You have fangs,” murmured the witch in a heated tone. “Use them.”
Encouraged, the demonic-looking mutant indulged her, nipping various points on her neck – avoiding her choker – and shoulders, careful not to draw blood, hopeful not to leave bruises on Wanda’s fair skin. Every gasp and moan from her lips told Kurt exactly how much she liked his efforts. To show her his equal appreciation, he ground himself against her hand.
Wanda hissed between her gritted teeth when Kurt’s fangs and lips found the pulse point of her neck, and her head lolled back and to one side to grant him better access. Her legs uncrossed and rested slightly apart on the bed. Her hand left his erection, grabbed one of his hands, and placed it firmly on her inner thigh, beneath the lower hem of her skirt.
Kurt decided to play a somewhat dangerous game by ignoring the witch’s obvious intentions in favor of teasing her. He slid his hand downward, savoring the texture of her leggings. Sparing some attention, he also examined them now that he could see them up close; the tight mesh created an appealingly-subtle rose-with-leaves-and-stem design. At his companion’s needy moan, he returned to his work on her neck.
Wanda surprised him by leaning her head in to nibble Kurt’s pointed ear, which elicited a groan from the young man. “You like them?” she murmured.
“Ze whole outfit’s really sexy,” he replied.
Wanda surprised him again by separating them. Her intense, icy eyes captured his gaze. “I went to the mall – and nobody died, if you can believe it – to buy this after our conversation yesterday. I’ve never tried to look sexy before, so I’m glad it worked.”
Kurt nodded thoughtfully. “You didn’t have to go to ze trouble for me,” he told her, “but I appreciate ze effort. No time like ze present to try new things, ja?” he asked with a broad grin.
Wanda’s lips curled on one end into a thin smirk. “Exactly,” she affirmed. “Apocalypse is upon us, and we’re all likely to die.” Grabbing Kurt’s uniform, the goth girl pulled him in for another kiss, this one brief yet intense with desire. “With your help, though, I’m not going to die a virgin.”
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A/N: Ever since I posted the first chapter of this story, some of you have asked when Wanda would make an appearance. From the beginning, I'd planned a Wanda chapter; I just needed to build up to the point of her character arc in Evolution where I thought it would make sense for her to want some blue fuzzy action.
Speaking of build-up, I apologize for this cliffhanger - I'd intended Wanda to have a single chapter, like most of the other ladies. As I was writing, though, I decided not to rush things and wound up with something that was nearly double the length of the other chapters.(That's also why it's taken a lot longer than anticipated since the last update.)
Like the Tabby/Amara/Kurt threesome a few chapters ago, then, I decided to split it into two to make each more manageable. The good news about this approach is that I'll be posting the second part in just a few weeks.
As always, feedback is welcome via review or PM on the forums.
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