A Thief in the Night

Kurt sat on his bed and rolled his neck, tiredly. Kitty kicked off her shoes curled her legs under her. She moved behind him and began to rub his shoulders and neck.


“You okay?” She asked. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against her.


“First Lance tries to kill you, now Pietro tries to turn my sister into his own personal love slave.” He sighed. “It’s getting difficult to keep Wolverine’s rage in check, not just because it’s personal for him, but because I’m starting to feel less inclined to let our enemies live.” Kitty wrapped her arms around him and kissed the top of his head. “Katzchen, It’s never been this personal before. It’s always just been us against them. Now I don’t want to sound sexist, Liebling, but when they start ganging up on the women I love, I get a littlety.”ty.”


“I know what you mean.” She said. “Rogue is my best friend and I hate to think about Pietro using the one thing she’s always wanted in order to get close to her.” She shuddered delicately. “I hated just standing there and watching him pick her up and carry her off like that.”


“If you’d unphased for even a second, he’d have hurt you too.” He reached back and pulled her around and into his lap. “You’ve been hurt enough. We all have.”


“But this won’t be the last time.” She said with sad acceptance in her eyes. “It’s the path put before us. We can choose to walk down this path, or be thrown down, but either way we’ll travel it.”
Kurt closed his mouth over hers. His lips were hard and she kissed him back, taking in the pain and frustration that he felt. Their bodies responded to the emotional stress they suffered and soon they were fumbling with clothing. Kurt tore Kitty’s shirt open in his urgency to touch as much of her skin as he could. He pushed her skirt up and tugged her underwear down her legs. She kicked them away, straddling his lap and unfastening his trousers as quickly as possible, feeling him jump beneath her hands. They both panted with impatience.


Kurt was already hard. He slipped his fingers inside Kitty, stroking the dampness between her thighs. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Kitty moaned and he held her hips above him.


“Tell me again.” He whispered, placing his throbbing tip at her entrance. “I want to hear it again.”


“I need you, Kurt.” Her words turned into a gasp as he pushed her hips down and filled her. He let her take the lead after that and she rode him with a frantic pace and he waited until she shuddered above him, collapsing boneless in his arms. Her forehead rested on his shoulder and her limbs were flaccid around him. He rolled over, holding her close, moving on top of her. He began thrusting hard within her tight passage. He bit her shoulder, marking her, and growled savagely, spasming and filling her with his seed.


“Ich liebe dich.” He whispered.


“I love you too.” She replied. Her eyelids fluttered sleepily. He pulled a blanket over them both and held her close to him, drifting off into exhausted slumber.

Pietro didn’t bother to knock on Wanda’s bedroom door. He kicked it so hard it splintered part of the frame. Wanda was sitting on her bed, but she jumped up when she sam. m. She had left her apartment, knowing that some of the X-Men might find her there. She went, instead, to one of her father’s town houses in Boston. She’d driven through the night and told no one where she was going. She knew that Pietro would find her. She could never hide from her twin. He stood in her doorway now; his face was a mask of rage.


“You sold me out.” He snarled walking toward her. She held up her hands and pleaded with him.


“Pietro you were going to get yourself killed.” She said. “You’re so obsessed that you’re not thinking clearly.” He stopped in front of her. “I wasn’t about to let you get caught by the X-Men for the sake of a single fuck.” Even without his mutation, Pietro could still move fast. The back of his fist connected with Wanda’s cheek. She fell backwards onto the floor and rolled to her side, cupping her cheek. He grabbed her hair and lifted her to her feet.


“You don’t understand, Wanda.” He said. “I’m sick of waiting for Father to tell us when we can make a move on them. I’m tired of listening to him tell us who we can and can’t be friends with.” She was crying and clinging to him. He pulled her to him and hugged her tight. “I love you, Wanda, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Her knees sagged and he knelt on the carpet, holding her close to him. “I have to know that you’re on my side.” He kissed her hair and stroked her back gently. “It’s just you and me against him.” He rocked her gently until she stopped crying. Then he wiped away her tears. “Can I count on you?”


“Yes.” Wanda sniffled. He let go of her and walked out without another word. She stayed on the floor for a few minutes, absorbing what had happened. Pietro had never raised a hand to her in his life. Now he had both bullied and comforted her. And she’d allowed it. She was ashamed of herself for collapsing into tears. She was stronger than that. She should have hexed him to bits. But he was her brother. She loved him and he loved her.


Pietro returned to his car and got behind the wheel. He seethed inside. His own sister had sold him out to the damned Cajun. He’d been alone with Rogue and the bastard had spoiled it. For close to an hour he’d had the opportunity he’d fantasized about. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the leather of his car seat, bringing back the memory of her.


When Pietro had arrived at his apartment, he had carried Rogue to his bedroom. He had prepared it ahead of time with clean sheets and champagne and a small syringe filled with a mixture that his father had often used when he needed his prisoners to be docile. He’d set her down on the bedspread and spent a few minutes just looking at her. His fingers had itched to touch her, but instead, he rolled up the leg of her trousers and removed her shoe and sock. Then he’d fastened the inhibitor around her ankle with careful fingers. The inside of the band had to be touching bare skin in order for it to work.


Butterflies had danced in Pietro’s belly as he watched her. There was no visible change in her, and only one way to test it out. He’d carefully unbuttoned the top of her blouse until a smooth expanse of skin appeared. If this didn’t work the way it had on himself and Lance, he’d wanted to at least be touching something besides a hand or foot. His fingers had tingled when he held them above her creamy throat. He’d lowered them and pressed firmly against her flesh.


Rogue had been just as silky and soft as Pietro had always imagined. He’d closed his eyes and just sat there beside her on the bed, moving his hand inside her shirt. When he touched her breast, she started to stir. He went to his desk and took out the syringe with the tranquilizer in it. He’d swabbed her arm and injected her as gently as possible, not wanting to bruise her. Then Pietro had taken his time removing all of her clothing. When she was naked, he’d run his hands all over her body, her limbs were slender and well muscled, her flesh was pale and smooth, her hair was fine and soft. He took time to brush it a little and let it fan out on the pillow.


Rogue had looked so innocent, sleeping on his bed like an angel. Naked and glorious and his. Pietro had taken off the clothes he’d worn in the dirty garage. He’d been about to change when an urge struck him. He wasn’t very good at controlling his urges these days. He had moved back to the bed, and climbed onto the soft covers. He’d stretched out beside her and wrapped his arms and legs around her body. Feeling the full length of her against his own skin made him so hard he’d thought he would come right there beside her. But he’d gone into the bathroom instead and splashed cold water over his face and chest, trying to calm the fire in his groin.


After Pietro had washed and changed, he'd gone back out to look at her. He'd speculated that she would begin to wake soon so he'd tried to get a head start on her libido by giving her a massage. She'd awakened and fought him at first, but the pleasure of touch had been too much for her and she was beginning to respond to him. He'd wanted to kiss her, and was poised to do just that when LeBeau interrupted. He really wanted to kill that Louisiana trash. The man had probably seduced his sister too. How else could he get Wanda to betray him. He vowed to Kill Remy, and take Rogue back, by force if necessary. Once she was back with him, and away from the Cajun's influence, she would willingly be his lover.