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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 14: Visions and Revisions

Dear Kurt,
Over the last week, I’ve thought about what happened a lot. I can’t get it out of my mind. Not only have I meditated on what I saw; I even called Agatha Harkness, who first taught me how to control my hexes. With her help, I’ve been able to explore the visions more completely.
Since you’re partly responsible for them, I thought to share my insights with you. There’s a lot to share, not all of it pleasant, and more than I could fit into a single letter. This afternoon, one week removed from our previous rendezvous, seems like an appropriate time. I’ve made all the necessary arrangements.
I look forward to seeing you.
Chaotically yours,
Wanda

Beside her signature, the imprint of blood-red lips contrasted boldly with the plain white paper.
Kurt had found the note in a sealed, unmarked white envelope in his locker at school. Because Wanda had never enrolled, he doubted she delivered it herself. Part of him also liked to think that, if she’d come to school to contact him, she’d have done so in person. The young man surmised she’d intimidated one of the Brotherhood to slip the note into his locker – maybe Lance, who could be reasonably subtle (unlike Blob) but would have no reason to pry (unlike Toad or Pietro).
Now, the German mutant stood outside the Brotherhood house once more, staring at the same window with scarlet curtains, one of them open. From the side with the open curtain, he saw Wanda peer out and waved at her. Wearing her signature close-mouthed smirk, she extended a hand into view and beckoned him with an undulating finger.
Upon materializing in the witch’s room, Kurt turned to shut the curtain, only to see the room’s occupant draped in the drapes, her head and one arm exposed. The scarlet fabric contrasted with her fair skin, and the bareness of her shoulder and arm fired the young man’s imagination. The young woman’s smirk also suggested much about what the curtain currently hid.
“Go on, Kurt. Close the curtain,” purred Wanda.
Beaming, Kurt complied. The crimson curtain, he discovered, had hidden a young woman without a stitch of clothing on her body. The young man’s eyes drank in the sight, his first of a fully-nude Wanda. When she surged forward and grabbed his uniform, he met her lips with a deep kiss.
When the goth girl started unzipping his uniform, Kurt pulled back, though he hoped the move wouldn’t upset her. “Your letter made it sound like you vanted me here to talk,” he reminded her.
“I do,” she replied, not stopping. “Thinking about the aftermath as much as I have over the past week has made me think about the sex itself, which I really enjoyed; so I’m pretty horny.” Wanda snorted. “As for the letter, I’d hoped my desires came across in the subtext, but subtlety’s never been one of my strengths.”
“Jawhol,” Kurt agreed. “Greeting me in ze buff makes more sense now.”
“I saw no need for the ‘bells and whistles’ this time,” replied the witch, who’d begun removing her guest’s clothing. “No sense in wasting time putting it on just for you to take it off, especially when you’ve seen the important parts already.”
“I liked undressing you,” protested Kurt. “It made good foreplay.”
“True,” Wanda conceded as she guided the increasingly-naked fuzzy mutant towards her bed. “Today, though, I won’t need any. I’ve been fingering myself on and off all day while waiting for you.”
“So,” Kurt replied with a chuckle, “ze truth comes out about vhy you’re already naked.” The idea of Wanda pumping her fingers into herself, eagerly awaiting him, combined with the way she now ran those fingers along his chest to make him stiffen in anticipation. The young man let his hands roam her pale, bare skin.
“I was telling the truth before,” objected Wanda, whose voice softened into a moan when her guest’s hands kneaded her breasts. Her own hands drifted downward to caress Kurt’s length, bringing it quickly to full erection. “Looks like you don’t need much foreplay, either,” she teased.
With a sheepish smile, Kurt shrugged. “I’m a teenage boy. I can get in ze mood thinking about linoleum,” he joked.
The goth girl chuckled and separated herself from the young man. She clambered onto her bed and sprawled, spread-legged, on her black sheets, which highlighted her fair skin in a way Kurt found breathtaking. “Less talking, more fucking,” insisted Wanda, splaying open her sex, which glistened with her arousal, to encourage him to join her. “I’ll even let you be on top this time.”
“How can I refuse an offer like zat?” replied Kurt with a laugh as he climbed onto the bed with the witch.
Their lips crashed together, almost violently, in their haste to begin. Their tongues wrangled around each other. Their hands explored eagerly, blue on fair and pale on blue. Their groins ground together, wet folds against stiff shaft.
Both teens noised their respective enjoyment when Kurt sank himself into Wanda’s waiting heat. Both rolled their hips, quickly establishing a mutually-pleasing pace, hard and fast. Both looked into their counterpart’s eyes between kisses and saw what pleasures they wrought together.
“So good,” Wanda murmured. “I’ve missed this all week.” She hooked her arms under his and raked her fingers down his back, just as a long, low moan escaped her.
“I think I have too,” Kurt agreed, savoring each thrust into Wanda’s slick, wet heat. He kneaded Wanda’s breasts firmly, pinching and rolling the nipples with an amount of pressure that made her moan his name. His fur rippled with each stroke of the witch’s nails down his back. Groaning, he sped up his pace, feeling his loins tighten as he neared his release.
Wanda got there first. Her moans downshifted to deep gasps. Her ice-blue eyes rolled back.
Before Kurt could warn Wanda concerning his own impending climax – or, for that matter, ask if she wanted him to pull out to avoid a repeat of last time – the witch wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him in place. To his great surprise and pleasure, he felt her feet stroking the base of his tail, which wrung a groan from his throat. Deep spasms wracked the young man as he careened over the edge into ecstasy.
The two teens remained like that for some time – Kurt lying atop Wanda, both spent and panting. The goth girl’s legs relaxed first, falling away to let the demonic-looking mutant’s softening member slip out of her. For his part, the young man nuzzled the pale flesh of his partner’s neck, intent on relishing the sort of post-coital cuddling he rarely experienced.
Wanda, however, had other ideas; she pushed until he rolled off to her side. “You went a lot faster this time,” she noted. She remained flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling and pointedly not looking at him. “Did… did you want to just get it over with?”
“Vanda! Zat’s not…” He sighed as he trailed off. “Last time, you seemed to like it a little rough; so today I thought you’d like it if I set a hard, fast pace.” Kurt chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Ze pace made me finish sooner zan I would’ve liked, zat’s all.”
Wanda’s crimson lips pursed, as though she were pondering what he’d told her. “At least my powers didn’t flare as strongly this time,” she conceded, seemingly accepting the explanation he’d given. “Even though I’d have been more ready for any visions, I’m just as glad not to have to interpret them.”
“Vhat did you see last time?” the young man asked, intrigued.
“A lot,” answered Wanda cryptically. “Possible futures, alternate realities,” she added, only somewhat clarifying matters. “Some too terrible to even discuss.”
“Such as?” Kurt pressed, his curiosity overriding his usual consideration for others’ comfort.
Wanda breathed deeply and shut her eyes to focus. “I saw one universe where Apocalypse had won, ruling Earth with an iron fist, where only the strong survive,” she whispered. “All my fears brought to life,” she added somberly.
Kurt turned to offer her a comforting smile and took her hand. “Zat’s not going to become our reality,” he reassured her.
Wanda snorted. “I don’t share your optimism, obviously.” A long, awkward pause ensued as the witch remembered what else she’d seen. “In one universe, I was some sort of high priestess for my father’s world-spanning dictatorship, and my brother served at his right hand. That scared me almost as much, honestly.”
“Vhy? Zat seems like vhat Magneto vanted,” Kurt pointed out.
The witch’s mouth quirked. “I don’t know,” she confessed. “Maybe that’s not what I want.”
Kurt hummed but decided to let Wanda reflect on that idea in her own time. “Vhat else?” he prompted.
“In one reality, a giant purple intergalactic despot erased me from existence by snapping his fingers,” Wanda responded, her tone suggesting disdain for that particular outcome. “His chin looked like your scrotum,” she added, somehow sounding even less impressed.
Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. “Good thing ve don’t live in zat reality! Zat’s just embarrassing!”
The witch turned to regard him thoughtfully. “There was also one where you had intricate scars instead of fur,” she told him. “’One scar for every sin,’” she intoned.
The furry mutant winced. “Zat sounds awful,” he answered, shuddering at the thought of the large number of scars he’d bear.
“Actually, I found them kinda sexy,” admitted the goth girl, favoring her bedmate with a smirk. “I’m weird like that, though.”
Rolling onto her side facing her guest, Wanda cupped her cheek, a pensive expression on her face. “Most of the visions weren’t terrible or weird, though,” she reassured him. “You’re almost always an X-Man and I typically belong to a different team of goody-goodies, if you can believe it.”
“Other mutants?” Kurt interrupted in his surprise.
“Besides my brother, not really,” answered Wanda. “Among others, I saw a man in a flying metal suit, a huge green monstrosity, and a guy with a bow.” They both laughed at that last one for its sheer mundane absurdity. “One of my teammates – some sort of colorful artificial life-form – appeared frequently as… my lover,” added the goth girl, her voice sounding bewildered.
“A robot?” asked Kurt with a disbelieving laugh.
“Android,” corrected Wanda testily. A smile broke through her demeanor a moment later. “Or something like that.”
Kurt regarded the witch thoughtfully for a long moment. “It sounds like ze chances for me and you aren’t good,” he observed.
Wanda’s smile faded. “A few realities had us in a long-term relationship,” she answered hesitantly, “one stable enough to, ah, have a daughter together.”
The blue-furred mutant’s jaw dropped. “You’re sure?”
“She had a familiar magic aura, but she looked just like you,” replied Wanda. “Frankly, she’s stunning.”
Flabbergasted, Kurt mulled over what he’d just heard. After a few minutes’ consideration, he asked, “Vhat does zat mean for us?”
Wanda’s blue eyes seemed to harden until they resembled ice chips. “Nothing,” she answered in a cold tone. “I – this version of me – isn’t cut out for motherhood. Not now, with Apocalypse coming; probably not ever.”
Kurt sat up slowly. “Vhy not?” Realizing the question might’ve sounded more accusatory than intended, he added, “I’m just curious, so if you don’t vant to answer –“
“I don’t form emotional attachments,” interjected Wanda. “At least, not easily. The only person I’ve ever felt that bond with is… was… my father.”
Kurt nodded sadly. “I hope you understand – zere’s nothing ve X-Men could’ve done to help him. Apocalypse is too strong.”
Wanda frowned and stared off into space. “As much as I hate to admit this, Pietro was right: Father picked a fight he couldn’t win and paid the price.”
Kurt fixed the witch with a curious gaze. “I’ve noticed you barely tolerate your brother –“
Wanda’s snort interrupted him. “You’ve met him. Can you blame me?”
Kurt barely managed not to laugh. “I guess zat’s fair enough. I just have a hard time understanding ze lack of attachment to your brother. Rogue and I…” He paused, trying to find the words. “It’s complicated, I guess, but it’s still zere.”
“I’m not a goody-goody like you are,” sniffed the witch, who carefully climbed off her bed. Retrieving a towel from beneath it, she began blotting her groin.
Thinking about how to phrase his next question, Kurt let the silence linger. Finally, he settled on, “Vhat am I to you, Wanda? Do you think you’ve formed, or zat you could form, zat kind of bond vit me?”
Wanda glanced up but didn’t answer right away, which granted the young man the comfort of knowing she took the query seriously. “I’ve wondered that myself,” she murmured. “We’re not lovers, obviously, since we’re not in love. Likewise, we’re not friends with benefits either, because we’re not really friends. We’re just… sexual partners.”
The German mutant winced at Wanda’s unminced words. “I vas afraid zat might be your answer. I vant to be honest vit you in return,” he told her, hoping he wasn’t signing his own death warrant. “I’ve had my fill of flings and meaningless sex. I’m looking for something more… substantial.”
The goth girl fixed him with a look Kurt might have called “regretful” if he could’ve read her better; her pale-blue eyes seemed too soft to call them icy. “I doubt I can give you that, Kurt,” she replied with a small, sad smile. “After doing some research on the Internet, I discovered a term, ‘aromantic,’ which fits my lack of desire for romance or emotional attachment.”
Kurt blinked. “I’m… not familiar vit zat term.”
“I’d never heard of it either. Until you came along, I thought I was asexual,” explained Wanda, “since I’d never felt sexual attraction to anyone, boy or girl. Even while masturbating, I didn’t imagine anyone or anything.”
More confused than before, Kurt shook his head. “I still don’t think I understand.”
Becoming visibly irritated, Wanda snapped, “It’s difficult to explain, okay? I’m only just starting to understand myself.” She turned away sharply.
“Wanda… I’m sorry,” apologized Kurt. “I am trying, but I can’t wrap my head around vhat you’ve said.”
The witch pinched the bridge of her nose. “Exactly – we’re incompatible. You crave the emotional side, the romance; I’m content with just sex, the purely physical. Maybe, in time, I might become able to satisfy your needs, but it sounds like you’re not willing to take that chance.”
Kurt sighed, realizing he might’ve unnecessarily burnt this particular bridge without meaning to. “If it means anything, I vish ve vere more compatible,” he offered.
Wanda pursed her lips before answering, “Me too, Kurt. I can’t say I like you, but you’re one of a few things I don’t hate.”
The furry mutant began gathering his clothes. “I should probably head home. I enjoyed our time together, for vhat it’s vorth.” A small smile curled his lips. “You’ve helped me realize vhat’s missing from my life.”
The witch nodded, a pensive expression falling over her face. “You did the same for me with all this,” she answered. “To show my gratitude, I promise that, from now on, when our teams clash, I won’t hex you.” After a beat, she smirked and added, “Directly.”
While he dressed, Kurt considered his reply. “Danke schön, Wanda. Zat really means a lot. I don’t think I can offer anything of zat much value in return.”
Wanda folded her arms and glowered, and Kurt marveled at how quickly she could flip the proverbial switch to “Scarlet Witch” mode. Even stark naked, she cut an intimidating figure. “Just get the fuck out,” she snorted, “before I change my mind.”

XXXXX

No one – except, maybe, Destiny, Rogue’s adoptive “aunt” and a precognitive mutant – could have predicted what transpired. For weeks, Apocalypse seemed dormant, though other, lesser crises cropped up. One fateful day, Professor Xavier, with only Storm for backup, rode out to attempt peaceful contact with Apocalypse. Through Cerebro, the oldest students watched in horror as the ancient mutant struck them both down the same way he’d destroyed Magneto. A palpable pall of dread fell over the Mansion at the loss of their two mentors – to say nothing of the sheer firepower they represented, which hadn’t fazed their seemingly-omnipotent foe in the slightest.
Deep in their hearts, the X-Men knew that soon they would have to face the coming Apocalypse. For his part, Kurt felt he better understood how unsettled Wanda had seemed after her father’s death and the visions she’d seen. He even thought about calling her, just to have someone to talk to about the whole situation; but he decided against it because he’d likely freak out worse than he already was, perhaps even inflicting that feeling on the goth girl, and through her the other Brotherhood members. Panic, the Professor had once told them, could spread like a contagion.
Man, he fretted alone in his room, staring at the ceiling, we are totally screwed.
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A/N: Lots to unpack with this chapter, eh? We're closing in on the end of the series, and this story too. When I finished, I thought I'd have only two more chapters, but my brain decided to take the story in a slightly different direction from here; so there'll be three.
I originally planned these three Wanda chapters to be all one, but due to the popular demand for the pairing I wanted to really give them their due. As I mentioned before, the setup took more time than expected, but the follow-up on her visions did too. I didn't want to rush the explanation or exploration of them (especially since they gave me a chance to throw in some fun references to other continuities).
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