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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 15: Truth and Reconciliation

Despite the loss of their headmaster and mightiest teacher, the X-Men, now under Wolverine and Beast’s leadership, regrouped. With assistance from sources as diverse as the Brotherhood, the Acolytes, SHIELD, and even the Morlocks, they made their stand against Apocalypse and his Four Horsemen. From Egypt to Central America to China, facing brainwashed versions of their respective leaders – Storm, Magneto, Mystique, and Professor Xavier – the combined heroes battled for the fate of humanity and mutantkind alike. Not until Apocalypse’s spacecraft vanished in a burst of light did they realize the truth.
They’d survived. They’d rescued their mentors. They’d saved the world.
They’d won.
Aboard the Blackbird, only one of the exhausted teens – namely Bobby Drake, alias Iceman – dared to voice the overwhelming question hovering in the back of everyone’s minds: “What now?”

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Back at the Mansion a few hours later, several of the mutants, Kurt among them, headed for the infirmary. Most had nothing more than bumps and bruises and thus needed nothing more than an ice pack. Kurt, however, had had an encounter with Apocalypse’s fist, so Beast wanted to examine him more thoroughly.
The younger blue-furred mutant winced at the light the older mutant shone into his eyes. “It’s hard to be certain,” Beast lamented. “If you do indeed have a concussion, it’s only a mild one. Just to remain on the safe side, as it were, I’d like you to sleep here tonight so I can run more tests in the morning.”
“I feel fine!” Kurt protested.
“You do right now, but concussion symptoms – headaches, dizziness, nausea primarily – can take time to manifest,” explained the older blue-furred mutant. “Please do report any of those – or trouble sleeping, for that matter – when I come to check on you in the morning.”
“Ah could stay here and watch him, if that’s okay,” volunteered Rogue from a nearby bedside, where she was applying peroxide to a scrape on Kitty’s elbow. “Having just spent a spell in here not long ago, Ah know how lonely it can get down here.”
Beast looked between the two for a long moment. “I presume the two of you have some things to discuss regarding your common connection to Mystique and the discord she’s caused between you.”
Rogue smirked. “Something lahk that. We ain’t blood kin, but Kurt’s the closest thing to a brother Ah got.”
“The blood of the covenant, after all, is thicker than the water of the womb,” Beast pointed out with a smile. After some thought, the older mutant nodded. “If you wish to stay, you’re welcome to do so. I’ll rig up a privacy curtain for Kurt, much as I did during your extended stay.”
“Ah need a shower anyhow,” Rogue commented. “Savin’ the world sure worked up a sweat!” Kitty giggled and, sparing a worried glance in Kurt’s direction, left the infirmary with her roommate.
Images of Rogue bathing lingered in Kurt’s mind the whole time he awaited her return, during which Beast ran a few more tests and secreted the younger mutant behind a thin white sheet suspended from a series of metal poles. Kurt couldn’t help but picture hot, soapy water pouring over the goth girl’s pale skin, the soap sheen highlighting the contours of her hourglass figure. He imagined her hands gliding along her slippery flesh, exploring those same contours.
Alone with his erection, and frustrated because he didn’t dare try to relieve his tension – lest Rogue catch him in the act – Kurt stared at the ceiling and groaned, “Vhat is wrong vit me?”
“Kurt?” Rogue called, startling him. “Ah thought Ah heard your voice. You still awake?” From the sound of her voice, Kurt surmised she’d just entered the infirmary.
“Behind ze curtain,” he called in reply. “Beast left a chair back here for you; it looks pretty comfortable.” The young man swallowed when the Southerner rounded the jury-rigged fabric barrier, because the sight of her in her pajamas, even in the dim infirmary light, reminded him of a long-ago encounter in his room.
Pink tinged Rogue’s cheeks, leading Kurt to believe her thoughts might follow the same path. “Kurt,” she murmured as she sat, gingerly, on the cushioned seat beside the bed, “we need to talk.”
Kurt sat up slowly and carefully. Not knowing how to begin this conversation, he simply offered a smile and waited. His tail flicked beneath the sheet.
With a deep breath, Rogue began: “First, Ah wanna thank you for standin’ up to Mystique when she trahd ta spin her webs again. Ah reckon you were curious how she survahved ta join Apocalypse – hell, Ah can’t say Ah’m not – but you shut her raht down.”
Gritting his teeth, Kurt nodded. “I thought she vas… gone. However Mystique managed to survive, she still threw in her lot vit Apocalypse, even after everything I tried to save her.” He shook his head. “I think I’m starting to understand vhy you shoved her off ze cliff.”
A bitter laugh erupted from Rogue’s lips. “After all the grief you gave me about it,” she snorted. Gradually, though, her expression softened. “Ah know your heart was in the raht place,” she conceded, “but it really hurt me that, after everything Mystique did to me – did to us – you wanted me to just… forgive and forget, lahk nothin’ happened.”
Kurt sighed. “My parents – my real parents – taught me to forgive,” he explained, “no matter vhat. Zey told me I’d never regret forgiving someone.” The young man looked down. “I’m not so sure anymore.”
Rogue reached out and rested her hand on Kurt’s arm. “We don’t owe Mystique our forgiveness anyway,” she argued. “She ain’t never done anything but lah to us, trah to manipulate us. She never says ‘sorry’ or changes her behavior.”
Kurt didn’t respond right away. He knew Mystique had hurt Rogue deeply – she’d hurt him almost as much – but something about the situation still didn’t feel right to him. Finally, he looked the Southerner in her jade-green eyes and asked the overwhelming question he’d arrived at: “Vhat about you?”
“What about me?” snapped the goth.
“Are you sorry?” Kurt pressed.
“For what?” Rogue’s face crinkled.
Kurt steeled himself and spelled it out: “You didn’t vant Mystique in our lives anymore; I get zat now. Shutting her out is one thing, but you tried to murder her. I’m just… concerned you’ve started down zis dark path, one zat ends vit you becoming just as bitter and cruel as she is.”
Rogue’s mouth opened and shut several times, but she seemed unable to formulate an answer. Eventually, she set her jaw and bit out, “You’re overreactin’. Lookin’ back, Ah can’t say Ah’m real proud o’ how Ah handled it, but Ah will never be lahk Mystique.”
Favoring his companion – whose accent, he noted, had grown thicker with emotion – with a gentle smile, Kurt reached out to squeeze her shoulder in solidarity. “Hearing you’re not proud of it gives me hope, or maybe faith, zat you von’t,” he reassured her. “Could you forgive me, at least, for not considering your feelings?”
“Kurt, sugah, that’s an easy one,” she acquiesced. “Ah reckon Ah hurt you with what Ah did; so Ah’ll forgive you if you forgive me.” Rogue’s lips quirked into a lopsided smile.
“Done,” the tender-hearted young man promised. He scooted to the edge of the bed, where Rogue met him with a fierce hug. A weight seemed to lift from his shoulders at the prospect of beginning to heal the rift that had grown between them.
The embrace lingered longer than either teen anticipated. Little by little, Kurt became increasingly, intensely aware of Rogue’s presence in his arms – the warmth of her beneath her pajamas, the rustle of her breath on the fur of his neck, the softness of her expansive bust against his chest. His arousal, which had abated during their tense conversation, now returned; he just hoped Rogue wouldn’t notice.
Dispelling that notion, the young woman murmured into his ear: “Even after all this tahm, and all the gals ya been with, ya still react that way ta li’l ol’ me?”
Although Rogue’s tone and exaggerated drawl indicated that she took no offense, Kurt nonetheless felt the need to apologize. “I’m sorry, Rogue; I couldn’t stop it,” he sighed. “It really seems to have a mind of its own!”
“Ah’m flattered, sugah,” Rogue reassured him with a laugh. “Besahds, Ah’d be a hypocrite if Ah got mad at ya for that, since Ah get hot ‘n’ bothered at the drop of a hat, too.”
Memories of their prior encounter, all those months ago, bubbled to the surface of the young man’s thoughts, exacerbating the tightness in the groin area of his uniform. “I guess ve do have zat in common,” Kurt sympathized. “You’re sure it’s okay? You seemed pretty determined, not so long ago, zat ve should treat vhat happened as if it… didn’t.”
Rogue backed away somewhat to lock gazes with him, and Kurt could read the sincerity in her eyes when she told him, “Ah won’t say Ah didn’t mean it, ‘cuz Ah did at the tahm. Ah lashed out at you, because you were here, and you’re the closest link Ah had to Mystique at the tahm, and you even look enough lahk her that Ah thought lashin’ out at you would make me feel better.” As the young man processed that, she pressed on. “It didn’t, and Ah shouldn’t have done it, and Ah’ve regretted it ever since.”
Kurt pursed his lips. “I von’t lie to you: Ze vay you rejected me zat day really hurt my feelings.”
“Ah know,” sighed a now-crestfallen Rogue. “If it helps, Ah also felt… jealous of you,” she offered.
“Jealous? Of me? How so?” queried the puzzled fuzzy mutant.
Rogue rolled her eyes and replied, “Because Ah knew how much you were gettin’ laid.” At Kurt’s shocked expression, she explained: “Unless someone’s focused on something specific when Ah touch ‘em, Ah absorb a… potpourri of someone’s memories, and the strongest ones are the ones that stick out. For a bunch o’ horny teenagers, that’s usually about sex.”
Kurt swallowed, feeling emotionally exposed by her admission; his tail began to lash as he wondered just how much his friend knew. “Did you feel… left out, since ve didn’t get zat far?”
“A little, though Ah’ve also absorbed one of the gals you’ve slept with, so Ah kahnda got to experience it secondhand,” admitted the Southerner. “Ah also felt a little weird knowin’ intimate details lahk your favorite positions or how it feels for you when you’re, um, insahd a woman.” She made a face, one that Kurt thought indicated how awkward she felt sharing all this.
To alleviate that awkwardness if nothing else, Kurt laughed sheepishly. “I hope zat’s not too much of a tease for you,” he commented.
Blushing and biting her lip, Rogue looked away. Her hand rose to stroke Kurt’s cheek in a more-than-friendly manner. “Let’s just say Ah wish we coulda found a way ta go for it that naht in your room,” she finally answered.
Kurt licked his lips as well, and his fur ruffled. For a long moment, he wrestled with himself over whether he was still interested in Rogue that way. Memories, long buried but now resurfacing like ancient treasures, of the pale Southerner, mostly naked and grinding herself atop him, guided him to an answer. “Vould you still like zat, Rogue?” he offered.
Crimson blossomed immediately in Rogue’s cheeks. “That’s… powerful temptin’, sugah,” she murmured. “As much as Ah maht want that, you’d have to wrap up. Ah know you’ve grown sour on condoms, and Ah don’t wanna make it less fun for you or make it seem lahk a chore.”
Kurt smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, earning him a shiver of excitement from her. “Given your unique situation, I don’t mind making an exception,” he insisted.
A broad grin crept across Rogue’s face as she assented with a simple “All raht.” She leaned in until her forehead rested against his, and she playfully rubbed her nose against his for good measure. “We’ll need a condom, lahk Ah said, and some lube. Ah keep some lube under mah bed,” she admitted with a deep blush.
“My condoms are in my nightstand,” explained Kurt, “ever since zat night you visited.”
The Southerner surprised the young man with a brief peck on the lips, which left in its wake a slight tingle and light-headedness from her power’s activation. “Back in a jiff, sugah,” she told him just before vanishing in a puff of smoke, the sulfur stench of which made Kurt wave his hand in front of him and wonder if his friends hated when he teleported too close to them because of that smell.
Now alone, Kurt settled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, assessing himself to determine if he and Rogue should continue when she returned. The young man didn’t have a headache, nor did he feel nauseous; he only felt a little dizzy from Rogue’s powers, but even that had already nearly abated. More ephemerally, he felt a certain anticipation for the upcoming tryst – not in the chauvinistic sense of being Rogue’s first, but in the sense of doing something for the lonely young woman that she might never experience otherwise, something to bring her a measure of happiness in her life.
Rogue’s return in another puff of smoke and pop of displaced air drew Kurt from his musings. “If we’re gonna do this, we need to do it smart. When you put this on,” she instructed, tossing him a small foil packet, “you’ll wanna feed your schlong through the opening of your boxers. That’ll keep your nuts from touchin’ me bah accident.”
Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle at the Southerner’s cavalier tone and crass terminology regarding his manhood. Undressing and following Rogue’s instructions required a few minutes and some careful maneuvering. During this process, out of the corner of his eye, the young man noticed his companion staring at his length, blushing furiously, a look of trepidation on her face. “If you’re having second thoughts, Rogue…” he began, intent on letting her back out at any point she wished.
“No!” blurted Rogue, quickly enough to trigger a blush at her own eagerness. “It just… feels different, seein’ that big ol’ thing as mahself, instead of through someone else’s memories.” At Kurt’s curious look, she reminded him sheepishly, “One of the weird sahd effects of mah powers is, Ah know what everyone looks lahk naked… so Ah know a big one when Ah see one.”
Kurt blinked. “I’m not sure how to respond to zat. Danke? I’m sorry?”
“Don’t worry about it,” replied Rogue with a dismissive shrug. After some time fidgeting with the hem of her top, she blushed and whipped the garment off, freeing her breathtaking breasts, which jiggled in all their pale glory. With equal lack of ceremony, the buxom goth wriggled out of her pajama pants and panties, exposing her smooth-shorn groin.
As the nervous-looking young woman cautiously maneuvered herself onto the bed with him, Kurt found himself hypnotized by the sway of Rogue’s weighty breasts – so much so that he failed to notice her hands until they grasped his condom-clad manhood and began a languid stroking, aided by the lube she must’ve applied while he wasn’t paying attention. Barely suppressing a groan, the furry mutant pressed his forehead to hers, their noses rubbing together. Remembering how she liked to be touched, he ran the backs of his knuckles along her alabaster skin, earning him a soft murmur of “oh mah Gawd” when he pinched the stiff nipples crowning her expansive bosom between his fingers.
“Ah reckon Ah’ll lay back ‘n’ let you do the work,” whispered Rogue, her blush creeping down her neck, “since you got so much experience ‘n’ all.” She proceeded to do so, though Kurt noticed she avoided eye contact.
“You’re sure zis is vhat you vant, Rogue?” Kurt pressed. “I don’t vant things to be veird, or for you to regret it. And I von’t get mad if you’ve changed your mind,” he promised.
Rogue’s jade-green eyes flicked toward him. “If you think this is about what Ah said to Mr. McCoy earlier, Ah said you’re lahk a brother. We ain’t blood kin, and we won’t raised together,” she reminded him. “As far as mah libido’s concerned, you’re no different from any other fella.” She spread her legs, revealing her sex glistening with evidence of her desire, to emphasize the point.
Kurt repositioned himself, tail coiled around his waist to keep it out of the way, atop the buxom Southerner, who smiled at him and ran her hands over his furry chest and arms. Whatever nerves, doubts, or uncertainties she’d felt had now dissipated, replaced by a fierce, almost desperate, need. Intent on fulfilling that need, the young man forged ahead.
Watching Rogue’s expression shift as he entered her proved almost as enjoyable for Kurt as the act itself. Her eyes widened, then rolled back until they shut. Her brows knitted together. Her fingers tangled in his fur, at first, before releasing to grip the sheets and pillow. She bit her lip until her mouth fell open to emit a soft, ecstatic cry. The blush on her cheeks swept down her neck to her collarbones and shifted into a bright magenta by the time he’d slid his full length into her.
“It’s… you’re… we’re…” she sputtered, inarticulate with sheer joy and wonder.
Favoring his companion with a gentle smile, Kurt stroked her temples to collect the tears that had trickled from her eyelids. “Zese are tears of joy, ja?” he queried.
“Sure are, sugah,” confirmed Rogue, her glassy eyes fluttering open again. She returned his smile with a bright, if watery, one of her own. “Now… it’s rude to keep a lady waitin’,” she urged him.
The two teens began moving together, finding the perfect angles and rhythms for thrusting and pumping their hips. After some experimentation, Kurt discovered Rogue preferred slower strokes that utilized his full length, a pace which also allowed him to savor the feel of her around his manhood, even if the condom dulled the sensation somewhat.
Over the next several minutes, the buxom goth writhed and shivered in ecstasy, her impressive bosom heaving with the motion of each thrust. Soft mewls and cries of pleasure intermittently escaped her full lips. Her blush remained consistently a deep shade of pink, noticeably darkening to near-red each time she peaked.
Eventually, even the languid pace and sensation-reducing latex sheath could no longer hold back Kurt’s impending climax. He rubbed his nose against Rogue’s, and his chest rubbed against her breasts as well. Powerful pulses of pleasure wracked his body as he filled the condom, and a groan erupted from his throat.
Minutes passed while both teens caught their breath. Gently, Kurt began to withdraw and sit up, but Rogue surprised him by pulling him into a tight embrace, clinging to him as if to a life preserver. “Not yet,” she whispered as she buried her face into the fur of his shoulder. “Once you get up, that’ll mean it’s over; Ah ain’t quaht ready for that yet.”
Kurt fidgeted, but his bedmate’s grip held fast. “Rogue, I need to get zis condom off before it leaks all over my boxers and ze bed,” he explained. Thinking quickly, the flexible young man snaked one hand between them to pinch the condom closed around the base of his softening member.
“Ah know, and Ah’m sorry,” replied Rogue, her voice thick with emotion. “Ah just… need a minute, okay?”
Kurt acquiesced to her request, relaxing and appreciating the closeness – emotional as well as physical – he felt to the usually-isolated Rogue. Whatever I’m feeling right now, he realized, she must be feeling a hundred times over. No wonder she needs a minute. With his free hand, he stroked her hair gently and teasingly chided, “Don’t fall asleep down zere.”
Another long moment passed before Rogue finally released him. Not wanting to hurt her feelings by seeming in a hurry, Kurt took his time disengaging. At Rogue’s suggestion, he deposited the used condom in the infirmary’s biohazard-waste bin, among the contents of which the prophylactic would unlikely receive much, if any, scrutiny. Upon his return, he found a still-nude Southerner sitting on the edge of the infirmary bed, staring into space.
“Euro for your thoughts?” prompted the young man as he settled into position beside his erstwhile lover, close enough for their shoulders, arms, and hips to touch.
“Generous exchange rate there, sugah,” Rogue quipped in reply, her full lips curling into a smirk. “Ah reckon Ah’m still procession’ the fact Ah ain’t a virgin no more.” Facing him with a serious expression, she added, “Ah’d given up hope for ever experiencin’…” The young woman blushed as she trailed off.
“I thought zat might be how you felt. Zat’s vhy I offered,” Kurt affirmed.
“Ah’m grateful, sugah,” responded the still-blushing young woman, who then darted in to kiss the furry mutant’s cheek.
Unable to shake his feeling that she had something more to say, and nothing pleasant – because that’s how his life worked – Kurt sighed. “I thought ve made a real connection tonight, Rogue, for ze start of something more.”
“Ah know you’ve soured on one-naht stands, and Ah’m sorry to let ya down – truly, Ah am.” Rogue stroked his arm in a not-altogether-unsuccessful attempt to soothe her wounded companion. “Ah don’t think Ah’m the raht gal for what you want.”
“Could you at least tell me vhy not?” Kurt protested. He didn’t feel angry, just resigned to yet another encounter where he’d gotten his hopes up, only to have them snatched away.
Rogue bit her lip and, rather than answer, redressed herself in her pajamas. Opting not to press her, Kurt followed suit. He didn’t even object when his erstwhile partner seated herself in her nearby chair, distancing herself literally as much as metaphorically.
Eventually, Kurt found his patience rewarded when Rogue answered, “Ah’m not sure if it’s mah place ta say anything, since Ah only know what Ah know on account of absorbin’ people’s thoughts ‘n’ feelings.” Another long silence ensued – during which Kurt made himself comfortable on the bed – before she elaborated: “Let’s just say there’s a couple gals with stronger claims on you, and Ah don’t wanna get in their way.”
Kurt’s brow furrowed as he wondered, Someone else has feelings for me? Who could she mean? He became so lost in pondering that mystery that he missed Rogue bidding him goodnight, though the furry mutant soon drifted off himself.
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this chapter, all - it's been a rough month or so in which life events have detracted from my desire to write. The content also fought me - I went back and forth on this pairing, but I finally decided that the show's ending demanded a resolution to the Kurt/Rogue thread from earlier. Since the story's winding down - I only anticipate two more chapters - I wanted to start setting the groundwork for the end.
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