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WITH NOTHING ON MY TONGUE	By : KerwinLS Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male > Logan/Kurt Views: 1663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-WITH NOTHING ON MY TONGUE
- 2-Daddy Dearest
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WITH NOTHING ON MY TONGUE
Chapter 2 : DADDY DEAREST

“Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.”

As part of my mind recites the long-familiar words of the Hail Mary, another part is freed to speak to the Holy One.

“Mein lieber Gott, once more I beg of You to forgive Logan for those things he has done, even though I do not know of all of them, or perhaps even of the worst of them. He takes upon himself the burden that others are not able to shoulder, and does what he thinks needs to be done. I know some of those things are evil. Please, please, I beg Your Mercy upon him! He is a good, kind, loving man, who fights a battle within his soul that no man should have to endure.

“In Your Infinite Compassion and Understanding, do not condemn him for those hateful things, but remember only the good. Help him to triumph in the battle he wages to be a man, not an enraged animal.

“I am not sure why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all things. But there is nothing I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not believe that You act miraculously in this world as the result of someone’s request, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even sure anymore that You care or that You even hear our prayers, but if You do, watch over him and lead him someday to the path of righteousness and compassion.

”In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

Do I do this only because it comforts me? I no longer know. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will implore the Holy One to take care of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will invoke the Virgin Mary as a symbol of God’s undying love for His children. I will recite the old formulas because they calm and steady me, and say things I hope, but do not know, are true. For if I believe in anything, it is that Love is all we have and all we can hope for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would have said that God can only Love, but now I am no longer so sure even of that. Now I will only say that I hope God, whatever God truly is, is only capable of Love, for all of humankind is badly in need of it.

So I will pray and hope there is Something out there that hears me. And I will trust that our lives have meaning, although I cannot claim to know what that meaning is. For right now, Logan is my only meaning and his return my greatest hope.

For yet another night, I set aside my rosary and curl up in the middle of our bed to try to fall asleep. A good half-hour later, I have almost succeeded when I hear the lock click open on the door that leads out to the hallway.

“Hey, darlin’, are you awake?”

“Logan?” I say, hardly believing my ears.

He flicks on the light, standing there in the doorway with a crooked grin on his face. Dropping his duffel bag to the floor, he turns briefly to close and lock the door, then turns back, holding out his arms to me. I am on him in one fast leap, my naked body plastered against him, one of my legs and my tail encircling his waist, my arms around his shoulders and neck, my mouth pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him stagger backwards at the impact. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that heavy. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many times. Usually he just braces himself a little. But that does not matter now. He is in my arms and I can feel his erection beneath his jeans.

As we kiss, he takes a few steps forward and dumps us both onto the bed. I start unzipping his leather jacket, wanting him so badly that I can hardly wait to have him naked.

“Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a long time! I missed you so much!” I am babbling as I continue to pull off his jacket. My prayer has been answered. He is here, safe and sound, and clearly desires me. Whether it is just for sex now or also for the future is something we can settle later. For now, all I want is to have him inside me.

“Whoa, Kurt, slow down a little. Give me a chance to catch my breath.”

“Uh – sure.” I force myself to take it slower, despite the urgency of my desire, but I am troubled by his hesitation. He should be all over me. Perhaps he has ridden his motorcycle all night long just to get here. Yes, he has doubtless pushed himself too hard, as usual. I must give him time to recover. Instead of unfastening his jeans, I just reach over and massage his crotch through the fabric.

He looks at me and smiles again, in a way I have never seen him smile. Too peaceful, too happy. “Umm. That feels great. I love you so much, my sweet boy.”

The voice is right, but the words are wrong. “I love you” is rarely part of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his “sweet boy”. What can have happened to make him act this way?

He leans in to kiss me. His mouth tastes faintly of cigar smoke, he smells as he should if he has not bathed recently, but when his top lip connects with the tip of one of my sharp teeth, he winces as if the small pain surprises him.

Um – no. I can no longer deny it. Something is just not – right.

“My dearest,” I reply lightly. “I love you too. It has been so long.” Not a trace of discomfort with this sort of talk crosses his face. He reaches down for my cock, taking it gently. I feel his fingers react slightly when they encounter the scar along the top of my shaft and that gives me an idea. “Beloved, remember how we talked about that scar just before you left?” I ask sweetly. “Do you remember what I told you it meant? What sin it stands for?”

The hand stops stroking me for a second, then begins again. “Of course I remember. It was Lust, wasn’t it?”

“Ja. Vhat else could it be?” Languidly, I run my fingers over the design that covers my lower abdomen. “And this one?”

The answer is longer in coming this time. “Greed.”

I sit up abruptly, pulling away from whoever this is in my bed. My tail lashes angrily from side to side behind me. “You are not Logan.”

“What do you mean, not Logan?”

“In all the time ve have been together, he has never once directly said ‘I love you’ to me. And you have answered wrong about both of the scars. Now tell me the truth: who are you?”

“Don’t be silly, Kurt. Who else would I be except Logan? I’ll prove it to you. Come here, darling, and let me fuck you.” He fumbles with his belt and the zipper on his jeans, without the easy familiarity I would expect from a man trying to free his erection.

And I realize who this must be. “Mystique.”

She morphs into her usual appearance, looking rather annoyed at being discovered.

“Vhy are you here?” I demand, leaping off the bed abruptly. Realizing I am still naked, I turn away from her while I grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on.

She sits up in the bed. “I wanted to get to know you better.”

“By having sex vith me?!”

She shrugs. “As good as anything else. I heard stories about you and Wolverine. What better way to find out if the rumors were true?”

“And vhy is that any of your business?” Since she makes no move to leave, I perch on top of the cedar chest beneath the window. It seems a safe distance from which to continue our conversation.

Instead of an answer, she asks me another question. “Have you ever wondered about your parents? Who they were?”

“Of course I have.”

“After seeing you up close and speaking to you when we were all camping together at Alkali Lake, I began wondering if you might possibly be related to me, since there are certain resemblances.”

“Ve are both blue. So vhat? That proves nothing.”

“True, in and of itself, it doesn’t. It was only later on, after I lost my powers by trying to keep Magneto from being hit with a dart and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to become involved with him again, that I started to think about you once more. Later, when the so-called cure proved to be only temporary, my powers returned and I was eventually able to escape from prison. With nothing better to occupy my time, I did a little research on you and discovered you were originally from the town of Schönberg.

“I thought back over my life, recalling a time I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to figure out if I had been there around the time of your birth. It turned out that I had indeed spent several years there close to that time.”

“Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine Mutter?!” I reply, horrified. I speak in German, partly due to my shock at the thought, but also to see if she will understand I am asking if she means she is my mother, and thus perhaps confirm or disprove her claim to have spent a significant amount of time in Germany.

“Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn,” she answers quickly.

“Vhat do you mean?”

“Think about it. I’m not your mother, but you are my son.”

I am so confused by now that I cannot think at all, in German or in English.

“I can show you what your mother looked like when I knew her,” Mystique offers, getting to her feet.

Before I can reply, she transforms before my eyes into an attractive young woman with braided blond hair who looks perhaps twenty years of age. She wears a bright blue dirndl covered with a white apron. Her smile is open and honest, her eyes sparkling with vivacity as she holds her hands out to me and says with a definite Bavarian accent, “Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht?”

“N – No,” I stammer. “I do not recognize you, Fräulein.”

Then the lovely young girl smiles wickedly and says in Mystique’s own voice, “Kurt Wagner, I’d like you to meet your father.”

She morphs into a young man with bright red hair, dressed in a traditional German outfit, complete with embroidered Lederhosen, vest, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his hand to me.

“Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.”

“Unmöglich! This cannot be!”

The image transforms itself once again into Mystique. She sits back down on the side of the bed.

“But I assure you it is.” She smiles that deceitful smile again. “Aren’t you glad I never married your mother? Imagine being stuck with a last name like that for the rest of your life.”

I ignore her jest. “You can change your shape, of course, but to father a child? No, I vill not believe you.”

“Back then, I wasn’t sure myself if I could do it.   So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Germany, I deliberately seduced a number of young women into having sex with me, then checked on the results. Nothing happened with any of my experimental subjects. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn’t locate her, although I’ll confess I never tried too hard to track her down. She was the last one I had bedded, and none of the others had become pregnant, so I figured it was a good bet she wasn’t either.” She gives a little shrug. “Apparently, I was wrong.”

“That still proves nothing. There vere surely many pregnant young vimmen in Bavaria at the time I vas born.”

“You’re right, of course. But there were not very many who lived in a small town like Schönberg. Still, I didn’t just leave it at that. Once I remembered that girl, -- her name was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Germany and see if I could find her. After all, I still had nothing much to do, and I had plenty of money stashed in various bank accounts, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversion to investigate the possibility.

“In Schönberg, I looked through the records at the Standesamt. I found a birth certificate in your name, but both your parents’ names were marked ‘Unknown’. However, attached to this certificate was an adoption paper filed for you in the name of Ernst Grüber. May I assume that rings a bell?” She gives me a saccharine-sweet false smile, as if mocking me with that question.

“Ja. It does,” I admit unwillingly. “Did you find the girl?”

“No. But I did find a marriage license issued to her and a man by the name of Tobias Zinsser. When I saw the husband’s name, I remembered who he was. I had originally seduced Sophie away from her fiance. He had apparently taken her back, even after her little indiscretion with me. I hung around the town for a while, asking questions of various residents. A few of the older folks remembered Sophie and told me about her marriage. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the wedding, doubtless wanting to start a new life together after she had had the baby and they had disposed of it.

“By the way, she may have named you Kurt after your true father, or so she thought. But your last name was most likely taken from Richard Wagner, who was her favorite composer. We were listening to a tape that I had given her, a collection of his most famous music performed by the Vienna Orchestra, the night I first had sex with her. I can remember that ‘The Ride of the Valkyries’ was playing when I came inside her.”

I do not really need to know that little detail, but it does add an aura of plausibility to Mystique’s story. Mein Gott, am I truly the offspring of this evil creature?! I would have been better off sired by a demon, as some people have assumed.

Still, I do not want to believe this. “Is it not possible that her fiance may have had sex vith her shortly before or shortly after you came betveen them?”

“Remotely possible afterwards, I suppose, depending on how soon they were reconciled. Not before, as I can vouch for the fact that she was a virgin when I first had her. I suppose we can’t be absolutely certain without a DNA test. However, I should think the family resemblance between us would be fairly conclusive.”

“Ve may both have the same color skin, but mine does not have the same texture as yours. Besides, I am not a shape-shifter.”

She shrugs. “You don’t have to be the same kind of mutant as I am. Since it’s known that the X gene is passed down by the father, it would seem more likely that it came from me, rather than Tobias Zinsser. What’s the matter, Kurt? Would you rather believe we aren’t related?”

“Ja. Much rather.” I think I see a brief expression of sorrow cross Mystique’s face, but it is gone before I can be sure.

“Be that as it may, I didn’t attempt to track the young couple any further,” she goes on, “since I felt the evidence so far was conclusive. The adoption certificate had stated that you were found on Herr Grüber’s doorstep. That seemed perfectly reasonable to me, after I searched out information on him and discovered he ran a freak show in a circus before his death some thirteen or so years later. After all, where else might a freak have had a chance of being taken in, back in those days?

"I know I'm being rather brutally honest, but I do think Sophie did the best she knew how to do for you, under the circumstances. After all, you clearly survived to become a respected circus performer, so it couldn't have been so bad to have grown up like that. Wouldn't you agree?"

Narrowing my eyes, I reply tightly, “Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung!"

Again she shrugs, as if my childhood is really of little interest to her. “No, I guess I don’t have the slightest idea. In any case, you lived. That’s more than could be said for many of the other mutants born in those days.”

In that she is probably correct. Few people would have taken in a baby so “deformed” as I was. It is entirely possible that no orphanage would have accepted me, even had I been left at their door. I confess to feeling a small amount of comfort at the idea that my birth mother may have taken even that much thought for my welfare.

But I am not willing to give up so easily. “This still proves nothing. You could have made up the entire story just to deceive me.”

“Now why on earth would I bother to do that? Do you think I’m suddenly afflicted with the desire for a family? I assure you, I’m not that desperate.”

“Then vhy did you bother to do all that searching in the first place?”

“I was curious.”

“That is all?”

“That’s all, yes. Once my curiosity had been satisfied, I did a little investigating about you and your recent activities. I found mention of you being involved in that fracas on Alcatraz Island with Magneto a couple of years ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards.” A look of distaste crosses her face. “That’s when I ran across rumors that you and Logan had become a couple. I decided to find out if those rumors were true. Judging by the welcome you gave me when I came through the door, I’d say they were right on the mark. My son is apparently a homo, as they say nowadays. Or would you care to deny it?”

“I am bisexual, yes.”

“Have it your way. You two obviously live together. When he’s around, that is. Rumor also has it that he hasn’t been seen with the X-Men in recent months. What’s the matter? Did your feral boyfriend desert you?”

“Nein. He vill be back soon.”

She glances significantly at my tail, which is now sagging dejectedly down towards the ground, and raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Are you real sure of that?”

“I am.”

“Hmph. In that case, you’re a bigger fool than I thought you were.” With one hand, she smoothes down the rumpled quilt on which she is sitting, staring at it thoughtfully. “So this is the bed you share with Logan. How can you stand it?”

“Stand it? I am very happy here --” I run my eyes quickly over our bed, then give her a suggestive look, adding, “in all vays.”

She studies me closely. “You are his willing catamite? He’s not forcing you or anything?”

“I am hardly a catamite, Mystique. I am a grown man. Logan is my chosen lover.”

“To take such an animal into one’s bed is beneath you.”

“He is no animal.” My tail is now showing my displeasure, swishing angrily from side to side. “And vhy should such a thing be beneath me?”

“Because you are my son!”

“Based only on that, I vould conclude that nothing could truly be beneath me.”

She turns away in anger at my arch remark. But I am not yet done with her. “And it vas not beneath you to be Magneto’s head honcho, and I presume, his lover?”

She nods tightly as she turns back to me, clearly angered. “As you may still be far too young to have learned, love does not always come where one expects it to, nor does it always follow a rational or even a reasonable course.”

“I have noticed that,” I declare, somewhat haughtily. “That being the case, vhy vere you upset enough about Logan and I that you took the trouble to seek me out, after all this time?”

“I have my reasons and they are none of your business.” Now it is her turn to be haughty. “Besides, two men –“ she flicks her hand in a gesture of dismissal -- “what can they know of love?”

My eyes narrow at this and I can feel the sensation of heat behind my eyelids that tells me they have begun to glow as a result of my increasing anger.

“Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested earlier that ve should get to know each other better, --“ I fix her with a challenging glare – “Daddy dearest.”

“Do you mean what I think you mean?” She is nothing if not a quick study.

“That depends on vhat it is you think I mean. If it involves your turning back into Logan, ja.”

“You want to –“

“I vant to make you feel vhat two men do, vhen they love each other.”

“You’re serious?”

“Never more serious in my life.”

“Why?”

“Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to settle for even this poor substitute. Or maybe because I vant to show you vhat our ‘disgusting’ relationship is really like. Maybe I vant to teach you a lesson about deceiving people. Maybe for all of those reasons, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you care?”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Call and find out.”

“All right, I call.”

I am not surprised, nor appalled. I was not bluffing. I wanted her to go for it. “Good. Now change yourself into Logan.”

“I have a few questions first, if I may?”

“Go ahead.”

“Does he have a pet name for you?”

“Vhy do you ask?”

“I don’t want to make the same mistake I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn’t quite prepared to deal with the truth of your relationship then. I am now, but I’d like to do a better job of imitating him, if we’re going to play out this charade.”

That sounds reasonable to me. “He calls me Elf.”

“That’s silly. You don’t look like an elf at all.”

“Nevertheless, that is vhat he calls me.” Of course, I know perfectly well why he calls me that. I do not wish to tell her though. The memory of that first time he did so is too precious for me to share with someone like her.

“So is that your nickname in general now?”

“No. No one else uses it, only Logan. Although he does sometimes call me darlin’.”

“You do know he calls lots of people that, don’t you?”

“Ja. I do not mind.” Then I do a double take. “Vait a minute. You know him vell enough to know how he talks?”

Her entire body looks as if a ripple runs over it, and when it finishes, she is again Logan, down to the smallest detail. Considering that she is standing there naked, I do mean the smallest detail. She has duplicated Logan’s genitals exactly. His penis is proportioned correctly and is not circumcised.

She extends her claws, lifts one hand so they are between her face and mine, then gives me a fierce glare. “Sure do. You gotta problem with my knowin’ that, bub?”

“Uh – no.”

“Good!” The claws retract. She looks down at her hands. In her own voice, she says, “Shit! That hurt more than I thought it would.”

I suppress the smile that tries to come to my lips. Serves her right.

She rakes her eyes over my body, then grins exactly the way Logan often does. I am finding this more unsettling than I had expected. This may be harder than I thought. Then again, it may be far too easy.

She stands up and takes a step toward me, opening her arms. “C’mere, Elf. But lose the pants first.”

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without conscious thought, my tail wraps tightly around her waist, pulling her to me. We kiss, tentatively at first, but quickly becoming more passionate.

As we embrace, I feel the familiar body in my arms, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a moment, I wonder why, then I realize her arms are around my shoulders, while mine are around her waist. It is usually the other way around. She has instinctively taken the position that is usually that of a woman. I, on the other hand, am expecting him to be more aggressive at this point, as is usual between us. By now, he would probably have picked me up and laid me on the bed, or at the very least, pushed me back against it.

I remind myself that this is not truly Logan and I cannot expect Mystique to react as Logan would, especially in this situation. I had momentarily forgotten that.

If what she has told me is indeed the truth, she has had some experience taking the lead with a woman, but is not likely to be comfortable doing that as a man with another man. It will be up to me. Well, it is not as if I have never been the more active partner with Logan. It is just not our usual pattern.

All this has run through my mind while we are kissing. I begin to explore her mouth more thoroughly now. There is still that taste of cigar smoke. Almost, I could forget – No. It is not him, Kurt. You know that.

Sliding my hands around to the front of the hard-muscled body in my arms, I rub my thumbs over both small nipples, just as I might have done if this were truly Logan. Her nipples react, tightening as she draws in a sharp breath. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter: like the body she is in, or like it would feel if her own body were touched? I pinch the nipples hard, as Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my fingers. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her imitation of him?

I break off the kiss, lowering my head to the broad chest, taking a small bit of hair between my teeth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my mouth wide, I press my sharp teeth against the taut flesh over the pectoral muscles on either side of one nipple and bite, not quite hard enough to break the skin.

That draws a small cry of surprise, but she does not attempt to draw away. My tongue teases the nipple, while my fingers squeeze the other nipple rather cruelly.

His crotch presses forward against my erection. I go to my knees before him. A sharp thrill of desire runs through my entire pelvic area at the sight and feel of that familiar penis, hard and swollen now, the foreskin forced back and the head fully exposed. I spend a little time licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering cock and hairy balls. I must keep reminding myself who this is, as my body seems fully convinced it is my lover.

My own cock aches for release, but I do not want that yet. If I am going to show her what this is like, I will do it properly and entirely.

I stand up, guiding her gently back against the bed, pulling her down with me so that we are lying side by side, our cocks touching and rubbing together. My hands slide around her, gripping the firm buttocks. “Do you vant this?” I ask, my mouth close to her ear.

“Yes,” is her answer, in the gruff tone of voice Logan uses when very much aroused. An intuitive guess on her part? An automatic reaction of the body she is mimicking? Or something more?

But that is of no importance now, she has agreed to what I plan to do next.

If I sound too cold-hearted and calculating at a time of fairly high sexual arousal, it is due in large part to the fact that I am very aware of who this is and therefore trying hard to remain detached to the greatest extent possible from the normal emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the first time I have been with this particular lover. While the body may be very familiar, the mind inside it is almost totally unknown to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active partner to someone who has never experienced anal intercourse as a man, and it may be readily understood that I am far too nervous about doing it well, or even doing it successfully, to be able to lose myself in what should have been the enjoyment of the moment. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

“Vait. I vill be ready in a minute,” I tell her. I roll over and rummage around in my nightstand until I find a condom, then quickly roll it into place. Perhaps the condom is not necessary with someone like her, but I do not wish to take any chance of making my dear “father” pregnant with my baby.

Once again, I rummage around in my nightstand, searching for the tube of K-Y that I know is in there somewhere. It has been my experience that even the so-called lubricated condoms that are now sold are not sufficiently lubricated for anal intercourse. (Although Logan and I generally prefer Crisco, it can degrade and destroy ordinary condoms, unlike the standard water-based lubes, so I keep some of the regular stuff around, just in case it is needed.)

Mystique is lying there watching me intently, but shows no sign of concern. In fact, she gives me that shit-eating grin of Logan’s, as if to egg me on.

“Turn over. Let me get you ready.” She rolls over onto her face, cradling her head in her arms. I begin by massaging her buttocks. “Relax. It vill be all right. It is not that difficult. You know how to allow a man to enter you. This is much the same, but the relaxation must be deeper, for some of the muscles involved are involuntary and not entirely under your control.”

I lift her hips, so that she must come up onto her knees, face still resting on her arms. I squeeze out some lube and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My nails preclude opening her with my fingers, not to mention that my fingers themselves are only slightly more slender than my penis. As I rub my hand over my cock to make sure it is sufficiently slippery, I use my other hand to give his – no, her, cock a little more attention. It is far easier to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to make this good for her, not painful, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would have dared, or even wanted, to do this, if she were her true self, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the muscular buttocks and placing the tip of my penis against her opening. “Relax. I vill go slow and easy, to give you time to adjust to the feeling.”

“Just do it, darlin’. Less talk, more action,” she growls impatiently. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

For a moment, I am tempted to do just that. But no. Hurting her might gratify me, but that is not why I am doing this. I lean forward over her, my mouth not far from her ear. “Nein, I vill not. I vill treat you as I hope you treated my mother, vhen first you took her.”

With one hand stroking her rigid penis, I use my other to guide myself to her opening. With short small strokes, I feed my cock into her. It is tight at first, the ring of muscle giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her natural reaction? Surely, a shape-shifter must have great control over her body, in order to make it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this manner? Daring me to force her?

Either way, it does not matter. I go slowly but insistently, stopping as I feel her sphincter tighten, pushing when I feel it give way. I wrap my tail around her thigh, holding her in place.

“What’s the matter, Elf?” she taunts. “Can’t get it in? Want me ta show ya how it’s done?” She laughs as Logan would.

I laugh in return. As I might have done were this truly him, I deliver a hard smack to the side of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the tight ring relaxes. I use that moment to push through. Once the head is in, the rest easily follows. Ah, Gott! Even knowing who this is, it feels so good!   His body, his scent, the way he moves now, in time with my thrusts – it is all so familiar, so wonderful. I could so easily imagine I have my lover back with me again. I could let the joy of his presence flow into my heart in a triumphant rush of sensation, both physical and mental. It would be so easy –

No! That is what she wants, I am sure. I want something different.

This is Logan’s body, and I know how that body works. I shift my angle, pushing in deep and a little more downwards, holding the hips against me as I thrust. There, -- right – there.

A soft cry escapes her lips, sounding not at all like Logan.

Again. Again. Again. My fingers work her cock relentlessly now.

“No, no. I don’t –“ A female voice, but the reaction is that of a man’s body, as she clenches around me.

“Aahh!” she moans as she ejaculates, her cum spurting between my fingers.

Now I too can allow my own aching cock to take its pleasure. Oh, if only this were Logan! I tell myself, as I let go.

When we have both caught our breath again, she is the first to speak. “That was great, as always, Elf.”

“Ja,” I reply, still a bit overwhelmed by the entire experience. It was Logan; yet it was not. I remove the condom automatically.   As I start to get out of bed to throw it away and go into the bathroom to clean up, a hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back down.

“It’s my turn now, darlin’.” Logan’s face, gazing down on me with the tender look that is seldom seen outside of our bedroom. I shake my head, trying to dispel the illusion.

“You vant –“ He leans over me before I can even answer, and I feel his penis against my hip, already beginning to stiffen.

“Yeah, I wanna fuck you. Got any objections to that?”

“Uh – no.”

“That’s what I figured. Now give me one a’ them rubbers, willya?”

Without a word, I do as he asks. As I watch him put it on, my cock stirs to life. I feel that sweet hunger deep inside that means I want to lie beneath him and feel his manhood filling me. I close my eyes, trying in vain to tell myself that it is not --

“On yer face, Elf. I wanna see that lovely blue ass as I put it in ya.”

O Gott! I am beyond all reason now. I do as he says, one side of my face pressed against the bedcovers and my rear up in the air. I cannot see him, but I feel his hand smear lube on my entrance as my tail automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one side, then his hands grab my hips and he presses against me, showing no hesitation in entering me. It has been so long since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so good to have his cock thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes! Take me deeper! Touch me – oh ja! – right there, where it feels so delicious, so exquisite!

I am moaning uncontrollably and pushing back against him.

“Ya like that, don’t’cha, Elf? Yeah I can tell ya do. Take it, darlin’, take it all!” His hand grasps my leaking cock and he works it expertly in time with his thrusts.

“Now show me how much ya like it. Come for me, as I shoot my load into you.”

I do, of course. My heart thrills with the joy of having him here inside me again. As my orgasm peaks and explodes, I gasp his name.

He pulls me over and down until we are lying side by side with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his cock still up my ass. We are both panting from our exertions. His hand still grasps my softening member, even as his own begins to slip out of me. For several minutes, neither of us can speak. Then I feel a strange rippling sensation, and see his hand turn blue and delicately female. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

All my joy crashes down around me. Logan is not here. I have just been fucked by the woman who says she is my father. I want to curl up into a ball and cry, but I will not do so, not in front of her.

“So, Mystique, do you know me vell enough by now?” is all I can say, referring somewhat sarcastically to what she had said earlier. I unwrap her arms from around my body and turn to look at her. I am taken by surprise at the vulnerability of the expression on her face. I had expected a look of smirking triumph.

“Is it always like that between you and Logan?” she asks.

“Usually, yes. Sometimes better.” I grin at her sardonically, remembering something else she had said to me earlier. “Perhaps there are also a few things that you are still far too young to have learned about love and I have taught you, nicht wahr?”

“You love him.” As if she is surprised by this realization.

“Yes, of course. And he loves me.”

“Are you so sure of that? You told me that he never says it to you.”

“He does not have to say it in vords. I know.”

“In that case, never forget that the one you love most is the one who can, and sometimes will, be able to hurt you the worst.”

I bite my lip and turn away, so she cannot see the tears gathering in my eyes. I heard the tremor in her voice, and I wonder if she is speaking of Magneto leaving her for no other reason than that she had lost her powers.

“I know that very vell, Mystique. As, I think, do you.”

A soft hand touches my shoulder. “Kurt, my son, please believe me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon.”

“Thank you.” I place my hand on top of hers and squeeze it gently. We lie together like this for a few more heartbeats, then she turns away and stands up.

“I should go,” is all she says.

“I can teleport you off the grounds, so you don’t have to sneak out of the mansion,” I offer.

“I’d appreciate that.” She tries for a smile. “I’ve never been teleported.”

“You probably vill not like it. Few people do.” By now I am standing facing her. I put my arms and tail around her waist and will us to be just outside the front gate. I have entirely forgotten that I am not wearing anything, but it is late at night and there are no cars to be seen.

We stand together for a moment, my arms still around her.

“He will come back to you, my son,” she says gently. “I’m sure of it.”

“Vhy do you think so?”

She smiles, genuinely this time. “Let’s just say that I may know him almost as well as you do, and if he leaves you, he’s a bigger fool than I think he is.”

I do not dare to ask what she means by that, although I know I should. I am still having too much trouble returning to the reality of who and what I hold in my arms.

“You’ve turned into someone very different from what you would have been if I had raised you. Someone much better.”

She sounds so sincere that I wish to believe her, but I am not sure I dare to do that.

“By the way, Kurt, I didn’t find the teleporting unpleasant at all. It’s actually rather an – interesting sensation.”

Without another word, she slips out of my grasp and turns to walk away down the road.

“Mystique?”

She turns back.

“Come and visit me again, if you vish.”

I catch a quick glimpse of what may even be tears in those strange yellow eyes. “Thank you, Kurt. I just may do that.”

Her body shimmers and reforms itself into a fully-clothed attractive young woman as she goes over and unlocks the door of a car parked nearby.

I watch as she drives away. My hand goes to the back of my neck, and I rub the almost-healed shape of the star of hope that is now there. As I jump back to my room, I hear her voice once again in my mind.

“He will come back to you, my son. I am sure of it.”

Suddenly, so am I.

GERMAN TRANSLATIONS

Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.

Mein lieber Gott !        My dear God!
mein Schatz                 my sweetheart/darling (literally: treasure)
Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine Mutter?!       Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn
Are you telling me that you are my mother?!      No. But you are my son.

Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht?     My son, do you not recognize me?
Fräulein                                  Miss/young woman

Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
Good day, Mr. Wagner. My name is Kurt Steckenmeister.
Unmöglich!                            Impossible!
Standesamt                           Registrar’s office

Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung!
You haven’t got the faintest idea!
nicht wahr?                  Isn’t it so? (Old-fashioned usage, but Kurt likes it.)

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