Mirror, Mirror | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. |
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… lots-o-chapters this weekend! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: I’ll see what I can do. Morgan: *waves frantically* Readers/Reviewers: If RL is going to do what I think it’s going to do tomorrow, there won’t be an update OR it will be very late. And next week I’m gone for a few days so the updates will be sparse. Thought I’d give you a head’s up. J Thanks for reading/reviewing as you can!
“Hi.”
“…hi,” Kurt whispered, unable to raise his voice for fear it would crack. “What’re you doing here?”
“I had some time off,” Kitty lied. “Kinda.”
Kurt raised his brows but did not comment as she edged further into his room, taking up a tentative perch on the edge of his desk chair. He curled his tail and fingers around the balcony railing, the cold metal barely registering through his fur as he gazed at her, words tumbling over each other in this mind, each vying to be the most important.
“Kurt,” she said quietly, before he could manage a decent opening salvo other than ‘hi,’ “do you know what Rogue is so upset about?” Idly, she swung her feet, letting her heels drum against the legs of the chair. She fixed him with a curious, almost benign expression, leaning forward to close a little of the distance between them. “And why are you sitting so far from me? Do I have B.O. or something?”
He vented a slightly amused laugh and slid from the balcony railing, pacing towards her slowly as a cold breeze cut through the grounds behind him. “Nein, you don’t have B.O. I was just…removing myself from temptation.” He cleared his throat, ducking his head to avoid her blush. “Have you seen Rogue?” he asked finally. “Did she say anything?”
Kitty licked her lips, trying to figure out the best way to word things without showing her hand, without letting him know she was trying to get information from him that he might not otherwise offer freely. “Well, she called earlier today and she sounded pretty upset, but she wouldn’t say why. I figured it was just boyfriend troubles… Wanda seems to think the same thing.” She must have stood a bit too suddenly, because Kurt recoiled as if she were going to slap him. Frowning, Kitty took a few steps towards him, her hands held in the universal palms up gesture of harmlessness. “You sure you’re okay?” she asked softly. “You seem really twitchy.” She could not help it. She knew, she knew it as sure as if he had said it to her himself, as sure as if she had seen it with her own eyes, but beneath the acid jealousy and the bubbling anger, she still felt the stirrings of her love for him, of knowing that she was bound to him in ways she did not think she was ready for yet.
“Katzchen,” he breathed, the word seemingly torn from his throat for all the pain it carried, “I… I’ve done something that I don’t think you would like very much.” He found that he had cornered himself, pressed between the desk and his bed. There were enough shadows in the room to cast him into partial invisibility, his eyes glowing in the dimness, his tail and part of his face still visible while the rest of him, hidden in his uniform, seemed to blend into the darkness creeping down the wall.
Kitty paused, feeling the beast in her belly lurch. “Oh?” Her voice was calm, despite her inner turmoil. The last time she had been in this room, she thought, they had been in the bed. And on the floor. And against the very wall he was trying to blend into even as they spoke. She knew what he felt like inside her, and now, she thought with a sudden blaze of anger, so did one of her best friends. She knew, they both knew, how he moved and felt and sounded and for the love of God, Kitty choked back the urge to shout, they both knew what it was like to be joined with him in the most intimate way possible. She felt sick; it was all she could do to keep herself from crying and vomiting then and there.
“I…um…” He sighed roughly. “Scheisse. Katzchen, while we’ve been…apart, I’ve been very lonely.”
“Me too,” she said so softly as to be almost unheard, even by his keen ears. “I think we’ve both made a few mistakes.” Her hands had found his and the familiar thickness of his fingers wound through hers, gripping so tightly that she thought he might bruise her. “Kurt…”
“Nein, I need to talk,” he said shakily.
Kitty nodded, then promptly drowned him out as her mind decided then to spew forth every single sensual thing they had ever done. Unbidden, her body flooded with warmth as she turned events over in her mind: the coat closet trysts, stolen moments in the boathouse before Scott and Jean moved in, the tumbles in bed, alternately fast and clumsy or slow and tender. Heat pooled between her legs and she felt her face flush as she realized that her thoughts were not appropriate for the situation, that she should be listening to him instead of imagining what he tasted like, how his teeth and tongue on her most tender flesh made her scream and moan, how she would practically writhe under his touch… She swallowed hard, realizing that he seemed to be waiting for some sort of response from her. “Look,” she began, taking a deep breath as she gathered her wits and wounded pride. She really did not know what to do but she knew she needed to do it soon, no dragging out of the pain and anger. “Kurt, I really think that…”
“KURT!” The bedroom door banged open, the doorknob knocking a hole in the plaster of the wall. Remy, his large shape filling the doorway, stood glowering at them both. “We gotta talk, _mon ami._
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo